This is a fictional story about a real family that was shared by a reader. I hope you enjoy it.
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I never thought I could act on my lust for my sister Marina. Our parents were prudes and strictly enforced their repressive sexual identities on my sister and myself. We were both laggards in the age of sexual freedom, wanting to embrace the pleasures of our bodies but held back by the shame instilled in us since childhood.
I was braver than Marina. I lost my virginity on the beach near our home in Sydney. I would have enjoyed it more if I could have simply let go the pleasure, something I learned to do for myself years later with my husband. That summer night, with the moon and stars as an audience, didn't live up to the expectation.
I was definitely afraid as his hard cock stretched my pussy for the first time. He broke my cherry without compassion, fucking me quickly to his own satisfaction, thankfully pulling out and spilling his seed on my large tits. It was an unremarkable two minutes, so much so, that I can't remember the boy's name or the circumstances that led us to the act. The only real memory was the uncomfortable feeling of sand in the crack of my ass.
My first time was a disappointing act of rebellion. So were the next few encounters. It wasn't until a few years later that I realized the pleasure of sex with the help of my husband. We weren't quite married yet when he brought me to my first orgasm but that sealed the deal.
Mark didn't just grope me, he found pleasure in my large sensitive breasts. He played with them, caressing, licking, sucking on my hard nipples sending waves of pleasure throughout my body, down to to my pussy which became soaked in my arousal.
"Oh my God, that feels so good," I moaned in delight.
"These are the most luscious breasts, I can't help myself," he confessed. "Let me see if you are enjoying this," he said as I felt his hand slide into my panties and lightly rub my wet vulva. I felt a finger enter me and then withdraw.
"You taste devine, like a Greek goddess," he said licking his finger. "I need to drink from your heavenly vessel," he said poetically conjuring up allusions to the mythical Greek gods.
I would have never imagined, or consciously permitted in my sexual inexperience, what he did next. Mark slid my panties down my legs and off, parted my legs and started planting kisses on my thighs. His fingers ran through my thick black pubic hair.
I felt the warmth of his mouth engulf my vulva, his tongue parted my lips, gently gliding in and out of me. His fingers uncovered my swollen clit, he licked it gently at first, then increased the speed and pressure of his tongue.
"Oh," I gasped as he began sucking on my clit. An intense sensation overcame my entire body, uncontrollably I bucked, convulsions of pleasure sweeping through me.
"Holy fuck," I screamed as I came to climactic orgasm for the first time. Mark lapped up my juices as if he couldn't become satisfied with my intoxicating womanly juices.
When we fucked that night, his cock relentlessly pounding me, I came multiple times. Mark unleashed my sexuality and made me thirst for more.
Marina and I have pure Greek heritage. Our olive complexion, dark eyes and curvy bodies are enticing. I am very tall at five-foot-ten, Marina is few inches shorter, not quite as well endowed as myself but has a beautiful round butt. We were both sought after growing up. Marina, however, was more subdued and saved herself for marriage which besides producing a beautiful daughter, Zena, left her sexually unfulfilled.
Mark taught me to love my body and appreciate its beauty. I felt the same about my sister's, exotic and desirable. I enjoyed the taste of myself and imagined she would be just as sweet. I shared my lust for my sister with my husband who encouraged me to make advances and test the waters, he was certain she would desire me as well. I didn't, though, fearing damnation from our now deceased parents.
Something changed one day. Marina and I were at the shopping mall looking for dresses for Zena's graduation party. We stopped for a cup of coffee.
"I am having a hard time dealing with the idea that my daughter is all grown up and more of a woman than myself," my sister told me. "I feel like I, well, like I'm not whole in some way."
I really understood but I didn't want to be bold or seductive, perhaps some sympathy.
"Is everything alright with you and Alki?" I asked knowing very well their sex life was non-existent for the past years.
"You know he's a dud," she answered. "He wasn't very exciting in the beginning and now he's not there at all."
"My god, Marina, you're a Greek goddess," I said with a hint of a flirt. "You need something to get him aroused, he's gone complacent, light a fire," I advised, knowing a bonfire wasn't going to do anything for that limp dick. Here was my chance.
"Let's go see about some sexy lingerie," I suggested. "It will be fun just trying it on and feeling good about ourselves."
Marina went along with me though I could tell she wasn't keen on the idea. I picked out two sets of sheer white lingerie, a lacey on for her. White would be perfect contrast to our darker skin and black hair. I dragged her with me to the dressing room.
I didn't hesitate to strip and put on the lingerie I chose for myself. We had seen each other naked numerous times and in different situations but this was different, I hoped the sexiness of the lingerie would spark a little arousal in my sister.
"What do you think?" I asked playing with my boobs while modeling for my sister. "Your turn," I said.
Marina was a little hesitant putting on the lingerie so I helped her, letting my hands brush up against her hard, pronounced protruding nipples. Then I went bold and lightly pinched them.
"See?" I said. "Bet you could make a dick get hard like these babies," I said still lightly pinching. "You're even turning me on."
"I feel sexy," Marina said softly as I lowered my hands and grabbed her butt cheeks, pressing my vulva against hers. Our eyes met and in that moment we made a connection we never made before.
"Let's get these," I said. "I'm sure we will have an opportunity to wear them," I whispered seductively.
We left the store smiling at each other.
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A couple of days later I went to Marina's house to help her prepare for Zena's graduation party. It was nine in the morning so I was surprised to see her still in a robe. She offered me a cup of coffee and I sat down. She surprised be again by taking off her robe, revealing the white lace lingerie we had tried on and purchased the other day.
"Does my bush stick out too much," Marina asked concerned. "Do you think it's a turn off?"
"I like it," I responded. "It's erotic in these days of shaved pussies. Mark likes it too. I'm not as bushy any more, he would love you."
I felt she needed me then. Marina took a bold step that morning, begging to experience something she couldn't imagine. I hugged her, took her hand and led her to bedroom. I laid her down on the bed softly, gazed in her dark brown eyes and kissed my sister.
Maria's eyes begged and yearned. We kissed more passionately as my hands roamed her curvaceous body. I pulled her top over her head. My fingers ran through her long black hair.
