My Sister Chloe
I like to think our relationship shows that consensual incest is not necessarily the evil degradation that some people want to believe. It really can be just a loving relationship between two people who happen to be related by DNA.
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Chloe and I discovered this website and realized we both enjoy watching porn together. At night, while we cuddled in bed, we would try to watch, but usually, halfway through, we would end up having fantastic sex.
It wasn't until one day, while exploring the site, that we discovered the forums and the stories, and we loved them both. The only problem was that sometimes the forum discussions and the stories having to do with consensual incest would piss me off. I was amazed at what some people would say or write about a subject they obviously knew little about. I was left with the impression that perhaps these people had had a bad experience, or it wasn't what they had expected, or they were misinformed, or they were lying. Whatever the reason for their perspective, I wanted to let people know what our experience had been.
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My sister Chloe has been with me since she turned eighteen years old. Both of our parents had passed away in a tragic boating accident two years before that. When the accident first happened, because I was working and traveling around the country so much, I couldn't take care of her Chloe initially went to live with our grandmother. When my job responsibilities changed, and I returned home, I brought Chloe to live with me. Though I was older and had been grown and out of the house years earlier, Chloe and I had always had a close relationship, and after I moved away, we still kept in contact with each other and talked on the phone frequently.
I'll be the first to admit that our parents, particularly our father, were very strict with Chloe, perhaps because she was a girl. Protective and overly sheltering, which probably added to her being so shy, having low self-esteem, and a general distrust and fear of anyone outside the family. I think it may partly have been these insecurities that a few years later would bind us together and set our unnatural relationship and desires in motion.
Sitting here now, I can so clearly remember that afternoon at the train station when I moved away to take advantage of an unbelievable job opportunity. My Mom, Dad, and Chloe had come to say goodbye.
My little sister clung to me as she cried her eyes out.
"Oh Mark, I'm going to miss you so much. I don't know what I'm going to do," she said.
"What'll I do when I get scared at night? I'm going to miss you, Mark." I knew then that Chloe, though she had never said anything, felt and shared that special closeness with me.
"It'll be okay, baby... I'm your big brother, and I'll always be there for you, just a call away."
Chloe kissed me... on the lips, and I looked at her, maybe really seeing her for the first time. As I boarded the train, I thought about our closeness and knew I would miss her terribly.
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When I first brought Chloe to live with me, she had trouble sleeping at night. Being her older, protective brother, I'd let her get into my bed at night, and she'd usually be calmed by the warmth of my body and the muffled sound of my beating heart. Sometimes though, the only thing to quiet and calm her was to have her lay on her back, open her legs, and let me slowly, gently rub her down there. I know it was inappropriate and wrong, but gradually over a few weeks, it became apparent how much she enjoyed this, and I discovered I liked doing it to her. I can't say for sure how my oral indulgence started, just that somehow it did. We both found pleasure and satisfaction in this act, and neither of us ever felt shame or guilt for enjoying this loving intimacy.
Snuggled tightly against Chloe's young, lithe woman's body, feeling her react to my pleasuring her was a joy. Her small, warm hand would reach for me under the covers, and I wouldn't be able to help myself. Yes... I was her brother, her older, experienced brother who should have been looking out for her, but I convinced myself that it wasn't incest, it really wasn't because we weren't having sex... so it wasn't incest. I enjoyed the building arousal when listening to the soft, almost purring sound she made when I would finally run my tongue over and between her soft folds and crevices, leisurely letting it slip into her tight, pink cunt.
At night, I would often have to get up, go into the bathroom, and jerk off. I know all of this might sound strange and perverted, but it wasn't... it was me showing my love, concern, and respect for my sister Chloe. If by chance she did awaken, she'd let me go down on her, separating her puffy pink pussy lips, and with my mouth and tongue, lick her sweet pussy and suck her clit until she began to tremble and whimper, "Oh Mark... Mark."
I think it was during this period that I think my fascination and overwhelmingly incestuous desire for my sister intensified.
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One morning, something happened that signaled a change in our physical interactions. I awoke a little after three in the morning to find Chloe in my bed, squirming around and rubbing herself against me. What was even more distressing was to feel my semi-erect cock between her thighs with the leaking tip nestled firmly between her parted pussy lips. She was asleep. Her small rounded womanly hips were swaying, and her thighs were pressing tight against my cockhead so that it was rubbing against her hardening little clit. I lay there mesmerized by what she was doing. I suddenly realized how stiff I had become and that my hips had begun to move subtly, pushing, pressing my cockhead against her slit. I hadn't meant to, but I found myself masturbating her with the tip of my cockhead. Chloe's sweet, eager young body began to shiver gently against me, and her beautiful pale grey eyes fluttered open, and though she was still half asleep, she smiled and ever so slightly opened her thighs wider for me. Unable to hold off any longer, I held my hard, bulbous cockhead tight against her parted slit and started to groan as I squirted rope after rope of cum between her legs and over her thighs. When my orgasm subsided, I lay there in shocked silence at what I had done. That had been close, but a line had been crossed, and I knew I would have to be careful.
In the days and nights that followed, though still only a relative innocent, Chloe proved herself a willing and eager student; She would unashamedly take the tip of my cock and place it in her mouth, where she would suck it, licking and swallowing the pre-cum that her warm mouth would draw from it. I loved this time with Chloe, and eventually, I taught her how to suck my cock the way I liked best. As much as I enjoyed this, I tried not to let it go any further than this innocent "play." At the time, I didn't think Chloe was emotionally or psychologically ready for any more physical complications, and I struggled with my desire to make sure the physical relationship didn't progress.
