My name is Chris; I am now 40 years old. I have a brother Kenneth, two years younger, and a sister, Stephanie who is now 47 years old, although looking at her, you wouldn't put her past 35-38.
Our father left us after Kenneth was born. I don't know what led mum to marry the ungrateful bastard. Whatever it was, is now beyond knowing, as my mother passed away when we were still young. At that time, Stephanie was 18 years old, which made her the head of the family. This meant that Kenneth and I just accepted her to be our natural, adoptive mother.
No need to say that as a family which had gone through much together, we loved and protected each other fiercely. Steph, despite being quite good-looking, had decided that she never wanted to marry, afraid of falling into the same parent trap. As matter of fact, all the family had married rather badly.
I wanted to, but never found the right girl, while Kenneth turned out to be attracted to men as much as to women. We considered him as bi, although he hated labels. Sex is sex, and we are all just bodies, he used to reason.
At home he rarely wore clothes, and even into his twenties, insisted on going naked most of the time. Naturally, Stephanie had bathed us and clothed us, so there really were no secrets between us. Many a time, she used to take her bath with us, and in all honesty, we never made a fuss over anything.
As time went by, growing up was a pleasure and a pain at the same time. Kenneth's dress code (or lack of it) had filtered down to us, and some days we just never bothered to dress at all. I don't have to spell it out that being naked with your brother and sister at home was very cool. I admit to having a boner most of the time. Stephanie would just tell me to go and wank it off, while I used to tell her to make me.
Finally one Saturday, after seeing me walk around the house with a perpetual hard on (Steph was incredibly hot with a nice pair of boobs, a C cup!), she marched me to the bathroom, and opening the shower, pulled me in behind her, and promptly started jerking me off.
It took all of ninety seconds for me to splash my seed on her face, and quite a bit into her mouth. My sister grinned as she opened the shower water to wash herself off.
Later that evening, while Kenneth was watching some TV movie, I sauntered into her room to thank her, and she told me that if I wanted to thank her, I would suck her off to an orgasm. I had just turned nineteen, and to a teen, sucking his twenty-six year old older sister was nothing but a dream.
I like to think I performed well, although the fact that I spilled my seed all over her duvet might have had something to do with it.
From that day on, sex no longer was a taboo with us, and while Kenneth refused to take part in our games,(to the point of moving out when he was eighteen himself), I enjoyed our incestuous affair.
We had nothing fixed. Nor had we promised each other anything. We just did it if we felt like it. Many a time Steph just asked if I had anything planned for the night or would like a good fucking. I never asked her to share my bed, instead letting her take the decisions. It was good enough for me. Unhappily, it wasn't me who had taken her cherry.
I forgot the hundreds of times we had sex... many times, and practically everywhere.
When I finally started work at a new place, the company offered me accommodation, and I took it, hoping to divide my living between my new apartment and home. Unfortunately, I worked mostly evenings, which led to a decrease of sex during weekdays.... But the weekends....aaaah....
They were something else.
Lately we have become addicted to the daring sex that everybody talks about but is afraid to live out.
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