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I think it started a long time ago. Compared to my classmates, my desire for new experiences emerged very early. As I got older, it got worse and worse—I constantly thought about sex and realized I’d recall it during almost any activity. Well, I started masturbating at twelve.
What I wrote wouldn’t be so interesting if I hadn’t begun to realize around sixteen that I was attracted to my own sister. At first, I tried to dismiss the thought, assuming it was just a fleeting lapse, but it wasn’t.
Every time I thought of her, I felt like some kind of pervert, but I couldn’t help it—it was stronger than me. A major turning point came when a high school classmate vividly described getting drunk at a relative’s wedding and sleeping with his cousin. He claimed he didn’t regret it at all and would do it again if he could.
From then on, I actively sought contact with my two-years-older sister Jane. She was (and still is) a stunning blonde with firm C-cups and a great figure, who loved swimming and aerobics. She also enjoyed dressing provocatively, and I think she started sensing how her outfits and behavior provoked me, driving me literally insane.
I’d always tease or annoy her when nearby, just to touch her for a moment. Then I’d lock myself in the bathroom to finish.
One night, right after my sixteenth birthday (it was late), I woke to rustling sounds. I got up and saw my sister in high spirits, returning from some event. She wasn’t heavily drunk but kept giggling. What was odd wasn’t that but her entering my room—hers was next door.
“What do you want?” I mumbled sleepily. I meant to say more, but she stepped closer, and in the dim light, I saw her gorgeous legs barely covered by a short miniskirt and a sexy top accentuating her firm breasts. I was instantly awake, feeling my penis harden under the blanket.
“Just came to tease you a little, little brother, and check if you’re jerking off again—like when I caught you before.” I wanted to smack her, but I couldn’t sit up; she’d see my erection. Jane didn’t stop at awkward remarks, though—she yanked the blanket off. The tent in my pajamas was unmistakable.
“Oh, little brother has a nighttime boner, huh?” She said it like she expected it. I tried covering myself, but it was too late.
“Didn’t know my brother was so developed. Show me.” I wasn’t sure if she was drunk or provoking me as usual, but it worked. Then she lightly touched my stiff pajama pants and stroked them. I pushed her away at first, but it was futile.
“Don’t worry, I’ll just look,” she said, swiftly pulling my pants down. My rock-hard cock sprang free.
That was too much for me. I grabbed her, pulled her onto the bed, and showered her mouth with kisses. I acted so fast I barely registered I’d started something that shouldn’t happen in normal families—but what’s normal anyway?
Jane didn’t expect my reaction. She seemed startled but, after a few seconds, weakly whispered, “We can’t… we’re siblings…” while I groped her breasts and slid a hand under her skirt.
“Ah, we shouldn’t… ahh…” she moaned, but she stopped resisting—she wanted it as much as I did. I tugged her top up and massaged her breasts, feeling her nipples harden in my mouth. She clearly liked it, eyes closed, softly panting.
After savoring her breasts, I licked her toned stomach, teased the metal stud in her navel, and felt her panties—already soaked. I yanked off her skirt and panties, revealing a sweet pussy crowned by a tiny triangle of hair.
I stroked her clit and began licking her juices. The excitement made me dizzy, but I devoured her, tongue exploring every fold. Her arousal drenched my face.
“Lick my pussy, little brother… yes, Michael… suck my clit… bite it… taste your sister’s juices…” I licked as best I could. Though only sixteen, I had some experience and put it to use. Soon, Jane writhed in a sibling-induced orgasm.
Catching her breath, she smiled. “Didn’t know my brother was so skilled.” Then she eyed my erection and took action. Cupping my balls with one hand, she rhythmically stroked me with the other. Words can’t describe the thrill.
When I neared climax, she didn’t slow down—instead, she tongued my frenulum and deepthroated me. I tried pulling back to avoid cumming in her mouth, but she held me firmly, swallowing every drop before cleaning me up.
Afterward, we lay together, caressing silently, both pondering what had happened. We didn’t feel like siblings—just two people who’d discovered they belonged together.
Satisfied but craving more, Jane revived my limp cock with her hand. Soon, I was hard again, desperate to fuck my sister. My months-long fantasy was finally real.
She lay on her back, legs spread, and I slowly entered her still-wet pussy. I hadn’t had sex in a while and missed it. Starting slow, I soon pounded her wildly. Jane moaned so loudly I feared our parents (whose bedroom was below) would wake.
Clutching my back, she dug her nails in when I thrust deeper—a thrilling first for me. I never knew my sister was so passionate.
Then she rode me, massaging my balls while sliding a spit-slicked finger into my ass. I’m not gay, but once you try it, you’ll crave it—the sensation was electrifying.
Later, I took her from behind, gripping her breasts as I bottomed out. She begged me to finger her ass, claiming she loved it and we’d try anal soon. I coated my finger in her juices and eased into her tight hole. Indescribable pleasure.
She matched my rhythm, impaling herself on my cock and finger, moaning filthily:
“Fuck my pussy and ass at once—rip me open! Pound my greedy cunt…” In this position, she came violently.
My turn came. I pulled out to cum on her ass, but Jane spun around, mouth open. My load splattered her face and hair, but most landed on her tongue. She licked me clean like I was a lollipop. Exhausted, we fell asleep entwined.
The next morning, Jane was gone. I thought it was a dream until I saw the disheveled bed. We avoided eye contact all day, but alone, she whispered, “That was nice. We’ll do it again.”
And so began our taboo-breaking affair—but that’s a story for another time…