Hello , I am 21(M) .
When I was around 11/12 I found out about dry humping pillows and I used to do it a lot to the point of taking one to the bathroom. There is a 4 year age difference between my younger brother and I. About a year later my family had to move house into a shared house, we all slept in a double bed (mum,older brother,younger brother and me). I used to hump pillows still at this point and I remember me and my brother went to another room ( it feels coercive, he didn’t say no but I think I asked him to) I remember asking him if we could play a game I had felt this weird urge beforehand and I remember putting a pillow on top of him whilst he was on all fours and I sat on him like riding a horse( we had our clothes on)and I remember moving up and down / rubbing myself on the pillow and I liked the sensation. On another occasion me and my brother were alone in bedroom and I remember wrestling with him for the sensation and I think I climaxed, he would struggle and move around a but he had any idea what was going on (I don’t know the exact age I was then but it had to have been 12/13 making him 8 or 9. We had our clothes on. Another time we were both asleep in the bed alone for some reason side by side and he had his back turned and I was facing him , I think he was asleep but I humping a pillow and I put it in between us and I climaxed but when I looked under the covers I saw a stain on his clothes . I remember crying so hard after this falling asleep . I didn’t remember any of this until years later but I think I always had this sense of guilt, I would think about it occasionally and feel really bad and this passed year I think about it more and more and I feel so disgusting and empty. At this year one point I told my Mum and she was/is very understanding and but recently I keep confessing to her about all of it and I can’t get the images out of my head. I always searched things up relating to the topic and coming across Cocsa stories and feeling distraught. I have a good relationship with my brother now , he’s 17 now and although I have never talked about it to him he doesn’t seem to have any memories of the events ( my mum has talked to him but not directly about the events , he’s doing really well in school and is applying for university. Every time I see him now I get tearful and told myself I would never tell him but after seeing other stories I don’t know if I should apologise , I fear it will make things even worse .