Hot weather drives me nuts. In a sexual way that is. I am a sub-tropical guy with a countryside upbringing but whenever summer rolls around, I feel like I am at my sexual peak. Specially, since my family had moved to the usually cold state of Massachusetts, where summer is only a two-month thing, I felt like I had to make good use of it. And I did -- doing what I do best, jacking off every free minute I had. Pleasuring myself every opportunity I had living at home was my only hobby during high school and college. Whenever my parents and siblings weren’t around or were busy watching TV, I was busy in my room milking every single drop of cum out of my cock.
But times change. Hormones are a beautiful thing. You make full use of them as long as you can. But you eventually grow up, finish college, and the next thing you know you are a married guy with 2 kids. That said, summer still drives me nuts. Yes I am still hornier in the summer although I don’t think my wife notices anymore. She is a good woman in her 30s who gets off at raising the kids and being a good wife. I still masturbate, and still do it thinking about my sister who will forever remain the love of my life. No matter how much I love my wife and my kids, I don’t think I will ever love anything else in the world more than this woman who I call my sister.
My love for her is two fold. Yes I am attracted to her body but more importantly, I feel like she understands me. She always did and she was the one who I turned to every time I had something to share or something to complain about. We always communicated well, and I felt like she was my only reprieve, growing up in a house full of boys and parents who barely talked or communicated with us. Even though she is 6 years younger than me, and happily married to her husband, she knows I still lust after her.
Four years ago, when she announced she was getting married to Jay, I finally realized how much I loved this woman and how depressed I would feel if she left the house with another man. My anger just exploded. Sexual frustration coupled with the hot weather just got me out of control. Little did I know it would turn out to be for the better.
“What do you mean Jay is a nice guy?” I yelled at her when she first told everyone.
“He is! He is committed to me and he had a great career ahead of him. I feel secure with him.” She replied.
“Come on… How long have you known him?” I asked, frustrated.
We were sitting in her room, chatting about her upcoming wedding to this guy Jay. Now I knew he was a nice guy and everything but my sister hadn’t gone out with any guys before this. This looked like a very hasty decision.
“I have known him for a year and mom and dad also agree that he is nice and comes from a good family.” She replied calmly.
“But how do you know if he is the right guy for you? You haven’t even dated anyone!” I argued.
“It’s not as if mom and dad let us!” She replied, rolling her eyes. “Besides, dating doesn’t prove anything.”
“But what if you two don’t get along.” I asked.
“I have done enough to know that we will.” She said.
“What?” I didn’t understand what she meant. My head just took a spin!
“I have known him enough,” she said.
“How?” I raised my voice again.
“What do you mean how?” she looked puzzled.
“What did you do with him?” I asked forcefully.
“Nothing mom and dad won’t approve.” She said calmly again. “It’s not like we had sex or anything!”
Use of the word sex drove me nuts too. We didn’t talk like this in our conservative household. And now she was acting all adult.
“You expect me to believe this bullshit?” I got aggressive.
“What the fuck are you trying to imply?” She said, visibly annoyed.
“You said it yourself. You have been with him for a year and who knows what you did!” I shouted again.
“Look I am marrying the guy! What difference does it make anyway?” She looked puzzled.
“So you had sex with the guy!?,” I said shaking my head and lowering my tone.
“Shut up Ali, You are the last person who should try and lecture me about obeying mom and dad’s laws about not dating. I know how many girls have you been with!” She raised her voice this time.
“I am not lecturing. I am just appalled at that guy’s guts!” I was pissed because the guy had dared lay his hands on my sister. This probably had less to do with my regard for family honor, and more with my lust after my sister.
“I am just as much to blame, Ali,” she looked at me.
“I can’t fathom this! He saw you naked and you just spread your legs for him!” I yelled.
“Yeah just like the sluts you fuck!” She replied nastily.
“Hey watch your tongue!” I got up and pointed my finger at her. “You are not like that!”
“How would you know? And what the fuck do you care anyway? If I wasn’t your sister, you would be fucking me too!”
