All the hypocrisy surrounding incest in the media is getting tiring and I'm starting to get sick of it. It's getting so bad that I feel I have to reveal some of my own secrets to create some semblance of balance. I've been having sex with my sister for years. We've always had a good time doing it and suffered no ill effects.
Unlike what people like to believe, we come from a normal, middle class family; not some degenerate perverts. It may be a different picture to paint of the situation, but it happens to be the truth.
The stuff that I do with my sister, while kept secret from the rest of the world, including our parents, gives us a lot of happiness and well being. We're not abusing or exploiting each other as in so many other 'Normal' relationships we see around us. We are both very happy and well balanced and we have each other to thank for this.
Our physical contact started when we were both over eighteen; so we were consenting adults, aware of what we were doing. Nobody forced anybody.
In our family, nudity was never a big deal. It was casual and accepted. So we were used to seeing each other in various states of undress without any silly feelings of shame or shyness.
One day we were home alone as it happens some times. I took a shower and as I left the bathroom to my bedroom, my sister met me wrapped in a towel on her way in to take one of her own. Sarah playfully grabbed my towel and pulled it off me as I brushed past her, and I did the same to her in retaliation. There we were, standing in the hallway, completely naked, completely alone. I think it was then we first realized our tremendous attraction to each other. I know my breathing was coming harder than it ever had in my life and my cock got very hard when I saw her big tits and naked pussy.
That led to a little innocent grabbing and poking as we stood there, and the next thing I knew we were rolling around on the carpet, tickling one another. I was getting harder and hornier by the minute and since I had already had sex with few girls, I knew what this was leading to.
I could feel my hard dick brushing against Sarah's thighs, and I could tell she was a little more serious about this than she pretended to be.
After some nice rolling around, I finally got her down on her back and pinned her with my knees on her shoulders. As I put down my weight on her tits, I could feel her hard nipples poke my ass cheeks. I was surprised when she stuck out her tongue and gave my balls few playful licks. It made my cock harder, if that's possible, and made it twitch with excitement.
This was crazy. Brothers and sisters aren't supposed to be doing this stuff together. While Sarah's licking felt really nice on my scrotum, to me it felt as if I were forcing her; plus, she couldn't move much, to reach the more sensitive parts of my cock.
I stood up to change position, but I guess Sarah felt that I was stopping or something, so she grabbed my leg and kept me from moving away. She sat up on the floor and wrapped her arms around my thighs and put her lips around my throbbing cock. Instinctively, I reached down and held her head by the hair and I felt her other hand caressing my swollen balls.
I still wasn't sure what's going on here, so I pulled my cock from her mouth and said "It was all just a joke, right?"
She didn't say anything and I saw signs of doubt in her eyes. I was confused. I wanted her and she seemed to want me too, but the suddenness and unpreparedness of the situation make us both think things more.
In the days and weeks that followed, I couldn't get the thought of how sweet her lips felt around my cock. I masturbated a lot to the image of her beautiful blue eyes looking up at me with her red lips wrapped around my glans. I knew she was doing the same because I could hear the soft moans coming from her bedroom late at night when our parents thought both of us were sound asleep.
But because of our busy schedules, things took some time. But those were some fun and frustrating times. Whenever we were together, Sarah would dress in the scantiest, tightest outfits I've ever seen, and I gave up dating temporarily to maintain that fine edge of horniness that turned me on. We were continually rubbing against each other whenever we passed each other. It was a hell of a turn on each time it happened.
I seemed that Sarah lost all her bras. Whenever I saw her moving around, it seemed as though her tits had a mind of their own and moved freely. Being big, their movement was exaggerated despite them looking very firm under her tight tops. They didn't flatten out much and her nipples seemed in a perpetual aroused state poking out quite visibly through anything she wore.