This is a true story and one that I’ve shared with some on Kik, but never in a post. I believe that the roots of my sexual deviancy are firmly planted in these events, and I’m sharing them here because I want to know that I’m not the only person that has done something like this.
When my sister and I were younger, our family was not what you would call functional. Mom was often out of the house and frequently no one knew where she was. She’d be gone for days at a time, leaving my dad to “care” for my sister and me. While I believe he did his best (of the two, he’s the one we still have a relationship with), that care often consisted of just making sure that we were fed/clothed/safe and nothing more. Maslow’s 1 & 2 were covered, but that’s it. We were otherwise left to fend for ourselves.
Every Friday night dad had his buddies over for poker, which meant my sister and I were booted out. We live in a place where weather is not an issue, so most of the time this meant we were camping out in the backyard. The tent was semi-permanently erected and this was our little hideaway. Again, don’t get me wrong – we didn’t dislike having to be out there and we often thought of it as an adventure. But we were NOT supervised in any meaningful way, and we were young.
One of these Friday nights, we decided to see what all the hype was about and we stole some of my dad’s beers. The garage refrigerator was so stocked with High Life all the time that we knew there’s no way he’d even notice. We each took 2 or 3 and despite how disgusting it was (too young to appreciate the appeal of shitty shit beer), we drank it all. We were drunk.
Sister and I were and are very close. She knew she could always ask me anything, but the beers I guess put us in another place all together that night. She knew I’d had boyfriends and was ~experienced~ so to speak but we never talked about anything like this before. So out of the blue:
Sister: “Have you ever had an orgasm?”
Me: “Yes.”
Sister: “What does it feel like?”
Me: (A young girl’s childish explanation of ecstasy)
Here was a long pause, and then…
Sister: “Can you show me how?”
Me: “Ewww, like you want to watch me??”
Sister: “Well, I don’t know, I just… I want to have one. I never have had one and I don’t know how and I thought maybe you could show me. Never mind I guess.”
Me: (Long pause)
Me: “Wait… OK. I guess it’s OK. It’s just very private but I will show you how I do it if you think it will help you have one.”
So against my better judgment, I did it. I took a deep breath and I handed her the flashlight and I took off my sleeping bag and laid back down on top of it. I took another deep breath and closed my eyes and did my best to pretend that I was alone as I put my hand into my pajama shorts and under my underwear.
I started slowly, rubbing small circles around my button (literally what I called it at that age – don’t ask) until it started to feel good. Sometimes it takes a minute to get a little warmed up and put yourself in that place away from reality. I placed my index and middle fingers on either side of my hood and slowly moved them up and down as I felt the blood start to flow to the area. Without opening my eyes, I moved my shorts and my underwear out of the way so that she could get a full view of what I was doing.
Sister: “Yours looks different from mine!!”
Despite how hilarious I thought this statement was, I did not let it take me out of the moment. I smiled and continued, moving faster now having been reminded that she was just a couple of feet away from me. I felt this strange sense of shamelessness that I’d never felt before in exposing myself to her. The longer I did it, the more I felt it, and the more I realized that it was really turning me on. Instead of pretending she wasn’t there, now I opened my eyes to look directly at her. To watch her watching me. I wanted her to see it. And then I realized – I wanted her to feel it too. So I screwed up my courage and I asked her…
Me: “Do you wanna try it too?”
It seemed like the words were barely out of my mouth before she dropped the flashlight and turned over, placing herself in the same position I was in, facing me, with our legs slightly entangled. The flashlight was shining on us both from the side, casting shadows on the tent walls, shedding barely enough light for me to see that she’d exposed herself in the same way, just maybe a foot from where I was touching myself. She was right – hers did look different from mine. Very different. Where I had more of what you would call an “outie,” hers was just the opposite – no visible inner lips, no extra anything, it just looked like a (perfect) little opening. All of the sudden I felt a wave of excitement come over me that told me to turn it up a notch, and I listened to it. I put a finger inside myself to wet it and next thing I know I was furiously rubbing one out and it felt so fucking good I could barely stand it.
She did the same. On first exposing it, I could see that my sister’s was glistening. She was already wet from having watched me. And she was a natural. She caught up to me in no time, using her wetness to rub herself, just like her big sister was showing her. She matched my tempo, watching me and mirroring my actions. I can remember so clearly the sound of our wet sticky fingers moving in and out of ourselves, the heavy breaths, the soft moans crescendoing as we came closer and closer to finishing. And then it happened.
Me: “Close your eyes.”
She closed them, and I switched positions so I could lean down in front of her and watch exactly what she was doing.
Me: “Don’t stop.”
And she didn’t. Six inches from my face, she went faster and faster and faster, using what I’d shown her to move deeper and deeper into ecstasy until I absolutely knew that she was about to have the first orgasm of her life, and then I did it. I opened my mouth, I moved her hand out of the way, and I pressed my tongue onto her perfect, tiny clit, moving it up and down, matching the speed she’d been doing with her fingers. She never even opened her eyes and in about 10 seconds, she was cumming. So hard. Hips bucking in the air, in my face, pressing herself into my mouth, allowing me to taste her. Feeding herself to me. I wanted to make her first time something she would never forget, and that’s what I did.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9pd7do/ff_forbidden_orgasms_incest
That’s fucking amazing what a beautiful moment