She almost bounced off the couch when I told her. What a night for disclosures, I thought: first I’d told my sister how beautiful she was, then that I loved her, and finally that she was hot. Somehow I’d assumed this was a one-off, an unbelievably wonderful single episode of taboo love, incestuous sex with my sister that could never possibly be repeated. I felt my sister’s hands dig into my back as my cock paused in its traversing between her labia and made its first cautious entry, pressing the head of my cock slightly into my sister, into her vagina. My lips seemed to know just what to do as they pressed against my sister’s soft lips, as they trailed down her neck and found that special hollow below her chin, as they kissed that spot, kissed their way back up to her lips, her cheeks, her hair. We repeated this slowly, carefully even, until I was half way pressed into Lucy’s vagina. She might surprise us.”
I looked down at my text book and notebook and let mom’s request sink in. I was happy to comply with her request. She’s had invitations, right? And I understood that perhaps our kisses were succeeding where my words weren’t.
