**EVERYONE IN THIS STORY IS 18 OR OLDER**
Christmas is in four days so I'm flying back home to Texas. I'm packing up my clothes and my girlfriend Victoria is as well. She's flying back to California to see her family. We both have our large suitcases on the bed and we're scurrying around the room throwing what we need in them. I'll miss her while we're separated. She is going to leave in about 15 minutes to catch her flight.
We're both 26 years old. We met in college in New York which is our home now. We've been together since we were 19 and I plan on marrying this girl someday. She's a taller girl with long platinum blonde hair. She is taller than most girls but still shorter than me because I'm 6'4. She always jokes that I'm her first boyfriend she could ever wear high heels with. She is slender and has a naturally athletic build.
"God!" Victoria exclaims. "I hate the JFK airport. I get so stressed whenever I have to go there."
"We're New Yorkers now so it's a reality we have to live with," I say trying to add some levity.
"I gotta run, babe," she says giving me a quick peck on the lips. "Merry Christmas, I'll see you when we're back."
"Merry Christmas!" I reply as she rushes out the door.
My flight isn't for another couple of hours and I'm all packed up. Victoria waited until the last minute to start packing and I started early. We're very different but we get along. I'll really miss her. We're basically an old married couple at this point. She's my best friend and I can't picture life without her. The sex is great and we understand each other's bodies perfectly. But there isn't that initial flame we used to have. But the puppy love phase only lasts so long. We're not tearing each other's clothes off while we're supposed to be studying in the college library anymore. My phone on the nightstand lights up and vibrates and I see a text from my sister Molly.
It reads "cant wait 2 see u."
My sister and I have a bit of a complicated past that I try to not think about. She's 28 years old and also was my first girlfriend. I'm not sure if "girlfriend" is a proper word to describe what we had. It's gross and disturbing. She's completely gorgeous, I wouldn't have slept with her if she wasn't. You can still tell if a girl is nice-looking even if they're related to you. She's short with black hair but she has always dyed the end of it different colors. The last time I saw her it was read on the tips. She has full plump lips and a full plump everything else as well.
When I was 18 and doing my first two years of college in Texas. We started to fool around. It started off innocent. Can you really call small actions of incest "innocent?" Oddly enough it was around Christmas time when it first started. She showed me her boobs because she "lost a bet with her friend." I think she just wanted to show them to me. They were large and full. Sometimes I still jerk off to thoughts of them. I try not to but when you're in the moment, whatever you desire the most just comes to mind.
Then from there we just started doing things to each other and it built into full-on sex. I felt her boobs so she got to feel my dick. She felt my dick so I got to feel her pussy. It built from there. We did everything you could possibly think of with each other. The last thing we did was kiss and that was when I decided to stop. She had sucked me off countless times. I'd came in her pussy and ass more times than I've jerked off but the kiss to me made it weird.
It wasn't that I didn't like it. I loved it, I've had many kisses in my life but kissing my sister made me feel something I had never felt before and haven't felt since. Even kissing my current girlfriend and future wife Victoria doesn't feel that good. After our first kiss, I moved to New York to finish my schooling. I asked Victoria out the first day. I thought she was pretty and kind but it was mostly because I needed something to prove to myself that I'm not some kind of weirdo who fucks his sister.
"Merry Christmas," I send as a reply.
We haven't talked about it. I didn't even need to tell her that I didn't want to talk about it. Every time I've come home to visit she just knows to never speak of it. We pretend we've never tasted each other's genitals and life goes on. Also, she knows I've been with my girlfriend for the past few years and love her. She's even met Victoria and they get along well.
I don't feel weird or shy about going back. There isn't any weirdness between us when we spend time together. She doesn't flirt or try to initiate anything. We behave like normal siblings. I don't even check her out. I am faithful and loyal to my girlfriend and also don't want to do something so vile anymore. I wish we had never started. But everything I learned about sex I learned from my sister. My first night with Victoria went well because I'd had so much practice fucking Molly.
I unloaded everything I learned from Molly onto Victoria the first night we had sex. I perfected the rhythm of my thrusts. I made sure to give her clit full attention. When I ate her pussy I ate her ass as well because Molly would always say "you may as well if you're already down there." I spanked her just like I would do with my sister. I was able to last a long time because my sister taught me endurance. When my sister and I would have sex. It wasn't like when you hook up with someone and you don't speak about what you didn't like. We gave each other tips and guidance on what felt good and what didn't.
I do greatly miss the feeling of sex with my sister. My girlfriend is great in bed but the energy isn't the same. She doesn't suck my cock exactly the way I want. My sister had this tongue technique that Victoria can never seem to get the hang of. But I don't sit around pining or feeling unsatisfied.
The light is only four hours so it goes by fast. I've just been leaning back in my seat with Airpods on. I get off the plane and look for my dad because he's the one who's supposed to be picking me up. But if he for some reason can't make it, I'll just get an Uber to take me. I'm standing around the airport looking around for him but I can't see him anywhere. This isn't like him. We are both very similar in that we are timely and do everything in advance. Suddenly hands go over my eyes and I can't see.
"Guess who," I hear my sister say behind me with a giggle.
"Definitely Donald Trump," I reply jokingly.
"Very funny, Ted," my sister says as I turn around to get a good look at her. "I've missed my teddy bear. You're always so busy these days."
"I work a lot and New York is not a cheap place to live."
She looks beautiful as usual. Her hair is still long, black, and wavy. But this time the ends are dyed silver. She smiles at me, revealing her adorable dimples. I pull her in for a warm hug, squeeze, and lean back a bit. I lift her in the air for a few seconds and she giggles and tells me to put her down.
"I thought dad was picking me up," I say getting into the passenger seat of her car.
"I told Papa to sit this one out because I wanted to pick you up." She says while fastening her seatbelt. "Also it was getting late and you know he likes to sleep early."
It is fairly dark out. I didn't even realize the time. It's 9 PM and it's wintertime in Texas so it's pitch black out. In New York, you can't ever see the stars and it's never truly dark out. Places are always open and buildings always have bright lights on them. But back home in Texas, you can see the stars clearly. I've been away for so long that I almost forgot what this looks like. The air is clear and you're not constantly breathing in chemicals and smoke. I just smell trees and nature all around me.
My sister looks so happy driving me back home. I'm not some freak that always thinking about the two years he spent fucking his sister but it does come to mind. I wonder if she thinks about it too. She's just my innocent loving sister right now but I still remember how her pussy felt and how she used to scream my name. She never brings it up and I'm thankful but sometimes a small part of me wishes she would. I quickly look at the road ahead of us because for the last few minutes I've just been staring at her. I've been admiring her face. I love those dimples when she smiles.
Out of nowhere, I feel her hand rest on my upper thigh. It's just innocently resting there. She isn't making any moves towards my dick or trying to erotically rub my leg. It's just resting there. What does this mean? We get home at 10:20 and as expected, our parents are asleep. My sister still lives in Texas but has a small house nearby. We always stay with our parents during Christmas though so they let us sleep in the guest bedroom. The guest bedroom is just my old bedroom. They turned my sister's old room into an office. There are two beds on the opposite sides of the room. My sister already has her side situated. I set my bag on the floor and take a seat on the bed.
"I don't know what it is about flying that exhausts me so much," I say rubbing my eyes. "I have more energy after running full-speed for a whole mile."
"It's so shitty," my sister says sitting down next to me on the bed. "I don't know how you fly so much for your job."
We both lay back in the bed next to each other and look up at the ceiling. We spend the next couple of hours talking about everything we've missed since we last saw each other. I tell her about how I'm looking at engagement rings so she tells me that she thinks she's going to get a big promotion. It's all very similar to how we first started touching each other. It was transactional in a way. I touch her so she touches me. I'm telling her about my life so she's telling me about her life. I turn my head and look over at the digital clock and see that it's already past 1 AM. We've been talking so long but it seems like only minutes have passed.
Also, our hands seem to have come together. Our fingers are interlocked and her head is pressed up against my shoulder. Maybe even more than the sex, I miss this. I miss just generally spending time with my sister. We have always gotten along so well. I feel bad for just suddenly leaving for New York after she kissed me. Maybe I should address it.
"Hey," I say softly. "I'm sorry about...you know."
"About what?" my sister asks sounding confused. "You didn't anything wrong. You just got here."
"I'm sorry about just leaving after, you know. I just want to say I'm sorry."
My sister lets go of my hand and rolls over facing away from me. I hope I didn't hurt her by leaving out of the blue all those years ago. We were doing something that no brother and sister should ever do.
"Oh," Molly says with a long pause. "You're talking about THAT. The thing we never talk about."
"Yeah, I'm sorry," I say. "We don't have to talk about it again."
"No no, it's okay. We can talk about it."
My sister rolls over and faces me. Her head is back in my shoulders and our fingers are interlocked again.
"Uhm, so," I begin. "What do you want to talk about?"
"Did you know that you were my first time?" My sister asks quickly.
"Really? Same."
