Why Cant We

Why can't we? I mean it's not like were hurting any one. To start our tale we must start at the beginning. My sister and I are in our mid twenties and college graduates. Donna is an accountant and I am an editor for our local town news paper. We have always been close and have often been at each others side when each others relationship went sour. Donna was one of those pretty American apple pie kinds of girls. She was sweet, honest and caring. Her figure was not one what you would call hot. The more I looked at her 5 foot 6 inch frame and 112 pound weight, the more I saw in her the perfect women, which any man would to marry and have children with. Her hips were curvy but not fat and her breasts were perky but not too small. Her dark hair shinned in the warm sun let and she had a wonderful bounce when she walked. I pretty much the same looks as my father's looks, but a little taller. At 6 feet 1 inch and about 175 pounds and dark hair, I got a lot of stares from women, but could not find that special one to settle down with.

Donna and I saw each other often during the weekends. We both had dinner with our parents each Sunday and had to go through the regular interrogation by our parents if we had met anyone special yet. Our love for each other started during one of those dinners. We were both a little down. Neither one of us were having luck meeting the right person. I stared at her during dinner a little. Donna wore a pretty summer skirt which revealed her pretty legs and perky breast. I could not believe I was looking at my sister in such a way. She caught my eye and smiled a little. Her look was innocent and did not play it off as any thing serious. After dinner we looked at some of the old photo albums together. She sat in a chair while I looked over her to see one of the albums she was holding. Again I got a view of her figure. By looking down I got a glimpse of her sweet breast. I could not look away. They were so ripe and beautiful; the only thing I could think of was holding them and kissing them. Donna again caught my eye and just let it happen. She gently held my hand as to say darling its ok, my figure is yours to gaze upon. When said our good nights she gave me a special kiss on my check and asked me to have dinner with her on Tuesday. I told her I would love to and kissed her on her lips when our parent's backs were turned. It turned into a passionate kiss for the both of us. It made my cock fill with blood and point towards her womanhood.

The whole night I could do nothing accept think about her and the love we could share together. It was so wrong. Our love would be incest, but no woman ever made me feel the way I feel about my sister. I desired to hear her sweet voice, to talk to each other as man and woman and not as sister and brother. Above all I wanted to touch her, to feel her warm sweet skin and be one with her. Monday passed by fast and all day Tuesday I thought about her. She gave me a call at work to remind me and I promised to pick up the wine. I began to think maybe I am taking this too far but as I drove to her apartment and knocked on her door it all became real. She opened her door and gave me a wonderful French kiss. Her tongue was sweet and wet and met mine with equal passion. I reached out my arms and held her tight. All of those feeling I wanted to share with the right woman I released with Donna. I did not feel alone. Those dirty thoughts of incest were gone from my mind. The love that my sister and I were going to feel from now on would be pure and special.

We sat at the table and talked all night. She told me she always loved me a special way. She saw the qualities in me that she could not find in other men. The when she told me that she saw in me as a loving husband, I kissed her hands and told her I would never leave her. Then she touched my face and told me there was something else she saw in me, the love of a darling father. I looked at her with delight and told her I felt the same. For a long time I saw and felt the same feelings for her, but now it was going to be real. She took my hand and led me into her bedroom. We knew our love making would be tender and loving. Donna removed her dress and underwear as I took off my suit and tie. We just looked at each other for a second before we held each other. My cock was at its peak in length when we held each other. My cock head touched the opening of her clit ever so gently as we kissed. I leaned down and licked her sweet pussy in way which only a loving husband could. Her warm hands touched the back of my head as a message for me to drive my tongue deeper into her womanhood. I licked her pussy faster and faster making her moan loader and loader until she cried out in passion. Donna orgasm was powerful and for filling. She was wet and ready for me to enter her. I stopped to suckle her breast. Each nipple was sweet and loving. In the back of my mind all I could think about was drinking the sweet milk from her breast like a child.

I released my sister and she lay on her back on the bed and told me it was time to consummate our love for each other. My cock was hard and ready to fill Donna's pussy. I reached into my pant pocket on the floor to get a condom, but when Donna saw my movements she took my hand and told me she wanted me unprotected. I told her nothing would make me happier than being insider her with nothing standing in our way of our love for each other. My sister than spread her legs for me and told me she was fertile and ovulating. It was then that I finally got my wish. I was going to be husband to my sister and father to her children. I slide my cock into position and started to gently push deep into Donna's pussy. Donna was warm and wet. Each thrust brought me closer to the entrance to her womb. For what seemed liked hours my cock penetrated my sister's pussy, making her cum over and over. The wetness that flowed from her pussy was like a warm sea ready to take my sperm to her awaiting egg. Our love making was more that lust. As we became one, the emotional and physical feelings that we shared were becoming one. It is a wonderful feeling when a woman will show her love by allowing a man to make her pregnant. It is not just the physical passing of sperm from man to woman but the love between the two that allows the creation of life.

After fifteen minutes of making love, I was cumming close. My cock was full of sperm and was ready to for fill our love. With each thrust, Donna could see I was ready to fill her. She spoke to me a relatively warm tone of voice to cum deep within her and give her a child. That was all it took. I thrust my cock deep within her womb and began to splash my seed deep within my sister's womb. It was a naturally wonderful feeling. Each jet of my sperm filled Donna's womb, over taking her and mating her. As my cock continued to ejaculate its warm seed, all I could think about was making my loving sister pregnant. When my orgasm was over, we kissed deeply knowing our child was being created. My cock was still hard and deep inside my sister's pussy, keeping my seed from flowing out.

After three weeks of non stop sex Donna was indeed pregnant. When she called me at work I was thrilled. Our parents were not so happy and did not speak to us for eight months. They called us shameless and we would go straight to hell. We kept our marriage a secret so we would not get involved with the law. The day our daughter was born, our parents felt that there was nothing that was going to erase the past. Samantha was born healthy and we gave her a loving home. Mom and dad accepted our love, but never felt completely happy with our relationship. Five years later we had another daughter, Ashley. Both girls would be excellent students in public school and college, as well as beautiful like their mom. As our twenty eighth anniversaries is approaching I have to ask again, is there some thing wrong with loving your sister?