I confess that my sister and I had sex (once) 3 years ago, but things started long before that, and I have a feeling they're not over...
Let me begin by saying I'm positive that most incest "confessions" online (at least those supposed to be erotic) are fake. They all start with some cliché situation, cheesy dialogue that the author somehow remembers word for word, and only seem written for the entertainment of others. Maybe it's more obvious to me, but I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. So, let me at least promise you that I'm not drooling at I write this, concocting some half-assed story to get your attention. I'm writing this because I've never told anyone, and I just need to put the words out there. I thought a site like this would be a good place to do it, as our identities can stay anonymous. (And on that note, no I will not a post a picture of her or me for "proof." After confessing something like this, I'm not going to risk either of our identities and potentially ruin our lives.)
With that said, I guess I should start with the basics. I'm now 20 years old, and my sister is two years younger than I am. In the fall I'll be in my third year of college and she'll be starting college, but I'll get to that later. I'll try to sum up our relationship from the beginning: we were kind of typical siblings when we were younger. Being a boy, I couldn't relate to her all that much... we had different friends, were interested in different things, and only really hung out together when we did things as a family. I tried to assert myself as the older brother sometimes, and while I feel bad about it now, I admit I was kind of mean to her. Not overly mean, but the typical sort of sibling bullying and rivalry you'd expect, I suppose.
Our relationship started to change around the time she was 12 and I was 14. I had always thought of her as just a girl who happened to be my sister. I never really tried to bond with her before, or even see the similarities between us. But she started to come out of her shell in middle school, getting her own identity, dressing a certain way, hanging out with certain people, and I realized that she was actually pretty cool. Now, when I say "cool" I don't mean popular or trendy. If anything, she was kind of nerdy with a small group of similar friends (like me). So to me, she was a cool person - someone I'd actually want to talk to and hang out with. It's not like I immediately just took an interest in her, but we gradually started talking more and wasting time together. If she was reading in her room, I might bring a book of my own in or my Gameboy, and we'd sit around. When I was on the computer, she'd sometimes sit on my bed and talk to me. It wasn't like a desperate need to talk or for attention; we were just realizing that we actually enjoyed each other's company.
Within a year or so, we were close. She was inviting me to hang out with her friends when they went to the mall, and I was comfortable telling her the sort of things I would only tell my best friend, or sometimes not even him. At the same time, I was starting to see that she was becoming a really pretty girl. I won't go into too much detail, but I'll just say that she has a very cute, sweet look, along with beautifully full lips (something I'm a sucker for). I was kind of glad her friends were a tight knit group of mostly unpopular kids, because I thought she was attractive and funny enough to get a lot more attention if she wanted to, and I didn't want her with that sort of crowd. Anyway, all this made me want to keep spending time with her, and I even found myself wishing she weren't my sister, because she was exactly the sort of girl I'd want to go out with.
Fast forward another year. We're on our annual family vacation, on our way to our main vacationing spot. It was a two-day trip, so the first night required a stay in a small hotel that was on the way. Before we got there, my dad had said that he booked two adjoining rooms, but each room only had one king bed. He said the hotel could probably bring in one of those rolling, unfolding beds for us, but I told him it was okay. (Side-note: I almost always sleep better on hard surfaces. Even when I was little, I often preferred to sleep on the floors of hotels, as the beds were too soft and I couldn't sleep. I assumed I would just do the same thing this time, even if there were another bed available.) When it was time to stay at the hotel that night, I was dragging a pillow and blanket onto the floor for myself when my sister laughed at me and told me I should just sleep on the bed. I told her I'd probably hate it anyway, and it was fine for her to have it to herself. But she insisted that I might as well try it, since it was more than big enough for two people, and I could always go to the floor if I didn't like it. I agreed that it was worth a shot, and just like that I found myself sleeping next to her in bed.
Now, this in and of itself was not weird or problematic. We weren't even touching, and she falls asleep a lot quicker than I do. However, much later that night, I awoke to find myself cuddled up against her, my mouth at her neck. It took me a moment to realize what had happened, since I'd obviously been asleep, but I was horrified at the idea that I'd been unconsciously kissing her. I was praying I was wrong, and for one long minute I just stayed there, frozen, hoping she'd roll over or something. Then, almost like a dream, I felt her nuzzle up against me and whisper...
"More."
I couldn't tell if she was asleep or if she was consciously talking to me, so I responded, "What?"
She paused, then spoke a little louder and more clearly, as if proving she was awake. "Keep kissing my neck. It feels good."
If anything more was said that night, I don't remember it. But I distinctly remember doing as she asked, and I kissed along her neck for a long time. I sucked at it a little, kissed up to her cheek and back down, doing the only thing she'd given me permission to do. And all the while, she lay there, sometimes snuggling her body into mine and grabbing my hand, holding it. I didn't know if she wanted anything else, but she was clearly awake and as happy as I was. After maybe 10 minutes (it felt much longer, but I'm trying to be objective), she turned to face me, and caught my lips with hers in a soft kiss. I couldn't believe what was happening, but there was no way I was going to ignore it. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure she could feel it. I kissed her back slowly. I had only kissed one girl before, so I didn't even know if I was doing it well, but I held her in the kiss, trying my best to make her happy. Neither of us broke the kiss, and it gradually developed into one long make-out session. I can't tell how long it lasted, but it felt like it was hours. We were both inexperienced, but I knew we had almost perfect chemistry; it was like we knew what we both liked, and I couldn't have imagined anyone being better. Throughout the night, I had such an obvious erection, and she obviously felt it, but we ignored it and made out until we were so exhausted we had to stop and get some rest.
((Continued below...))
