[MF] Learning and experimenting with my incest fetish

I was (well, still am) an only child that has never been attracted to my mother, aunt, or grandmother (or dad, uncle, or grandfather for full transparency). In spite of this, I have an incredibly deep ingrained incest fetish that dictates the porn I consume and the roles I play out when with my various partners. I recently went down a rabbit hole with a partner about where we first tried something or when we knew we were into a particular kink and I thought it would be interesting to share.

I know exactly when the fetish began. I was in elementary school and attending a friend’s birthday party at Discovery Zone. A classmate and I ended up in an area under a climbing obstacle, almost completely hidden from everyone. I don’t know what was said but we shared our first kiss in that play area. It was a light peck on the lips, nothing more as we were so young but when I got home, all I could think about was doing it again. She was a very good friend of mine and there was obvious play yard flirting that had led to this moment and all I wanted was for more of it to occur.

Unfortunately, I lived out in the middle of nowhere and texting, the internet, and Uber were not things then. So my mind turned to fantasies. I loved to read (what else to do on a farm?) and my imagination was endless. Shape shifting was first. What if Jordan was really this tree and could change in a moments notice? What if Emily was this bike? What if my favorite stuffed animal was a genie that could actually grant me wishes?

Teleportation was another thought (still waiting on this). They could beam right into my room, we make out, then they beam home and no one is the wiser. These thoughts lasted for weeks. They were so far-fetched and dumb I just couldn’t find anything fun behind the scenarios. Not that I was sexually active in anyway at this moment, but the attraction was real.

Then I thought to target this more realistically and the question that needed to be answered was how I could see these girls more frequently. Leaving on a farm, you really only see your family as it wasn’t like I could bike to a friends house. I already see my family all of the time so it’s a shame they couldn’t be family…unless they were my sister. Then they would be around all the time and we could kiss all we want. I assume kissing your sister was a thing at this time in my life. This kickstarted the taboo fantasy that bounced around my brainwaves but was never mentioned out loud for over two decades. I didn’t know it had a term (incest) and it certainly wasn’t a topic that I could easily search in my AOL years.

So let’s fast forward now to a legal age and more importantly, post AOL. It was a summer between college semesters and a friend had scored our group tickets to an amusement park for free. I’m not a big ride fan as I don’t like being not in control but hey, they’re free tickets and what else was I going to be doing that summer day? I’d rather be with my friends than not.

One of the friends going was a girl that I was infatuated with. We had hooked up a few times and confessed our feelings to one another but distance had put the squash to that. We were best friends in high school and near inseparable, even before we had started fucking.

But that summer, distance didn’t matter though. We were flirting hard those few months. As we loaded into a van, we sat apart but texted each other all day, waiting to see who would break first. No one in our group knew of our history or that we were in constant contact all day and I think that helped heighten the mood for the two of us. When our friends finally learned about us (due to a bad break up), they were shocked that they were unaware of our dealings but back to the amusement park. There were seven of us there in total but honestly, the other five don’t matter for this particular story.

We spent the entire day riding rides, eating food, and sexting one another while giving sly glances when no one was looking. As the day wore down, we came to a final roller coaster that Kallie, the woman of this story, needed to ride. Since I haven’t yet, I want to talk about Kallie. Kallie was five-two with auburn hair that came down to her shoulders. She had a thin, mousey face with soft blue eyes. She carried the body of a woman who played field hockey and second base on the softball team with soft features where it mattered. Her short frame made her C-Cup chest appear much larger than it was and her ass was nice and large for reasons I, nor Physics, understood. She was pretty but I wouldn’t say she was the hottest of our friends. This isn’t a story of me fucking a stacked Kristen Bell or anything. Prior to our intimate rendezvous, our relationship started based off of friendship. Even before feelings came into play, we were always together and honestly, it made the eventual sex better.

Anyways, the last roller coaster was brand new and was one of those rides with a 90’s exxxtreme name to entice thrillseekers. I honestly don’t remember what the hook of this coaster was (I think it was an almost perpendicular drop to the ground but I could be wrong) but she was dying to ride it. Most people were not as gung-ho and only two others agreed to ride with her. I wanted no part of this coaster (maybe it went backwards?) and stated that. As our friends bickered about getting a fourth to join (for seating arrangements) or just heading home due to the traffic, she stood close and tiptoed up towards me, whispering into my ear a sentence that still sends a chill down my spine:

“I’ll do *anything* if you ride this with me”.

The encounter lasted maybe two seconds. She had placed her hand on my shoulder to steady herself and her breath danced against my ear as her words entered my soul. It felt like a movie. The word *anything* hung in the air and my mind raced at the possibilities. While experienced, there was still many things I wanted to try and I knew her offer would be good for borderline anything.

I’d like to say that I stood my morals and declined the ride but this story wouldn’t happen without me strapping into that coaster. I remember I hated the ride and some teasing from our friends but besides that, it was over and we drove the few hours home in the van. Nothing happened that night, or the next. In fact, it was a month later when we brought up that famed sentence again.

We were housesitting for a summer coworker, who knew we were using their house as an excuse to get out of ours and drink and fuck but they seemed cool with it. As the night wore on and we got more drunk, she decided to ask what I wanted my *anything* to be.

We sat on this green sofa that was easily a decade old as she placed legs over my lap so we could make out slowly, as we knew we were in no rush to hurry anything. She would run her hand down my shirt over my chest and try to guess what my anything would be. “Anal?”

I would kiss her jaw line and whisper in her ear “no”. I definitely wanted anal but knew she’d be down for trying that without this favor floating over her head.

“No condom?” she would ask as she stroked my cock through my athletic shorts.

“Nah” I’d respond as I kissed the nape of her neck. We had tried bare once before and it was life changing but I wanted something I hadn’t done yet.

“Hmmmm…” her hand slide under my shorts as she guessed again, “backyard?”

“Nope” I responded as I slid my hand over her legs and up her thighs. It dawned on me at this moment that I didn’t know what I wanted. I later learned I have a huge love for fucking in public places but I would not learn that this night.

She ran her thumb over the head of my cock before asking if a shot would help me answer. I told her two. I think we did jagerbombs.

Two shots and some bad TV later, we were full on making out and using our hands to explore each others bodies. We were naked and she positioned herself on my lap, ready to take my cock as soon as she sat down. I was getting that no condom fuck regardless of my anything choice that night. Her eyes met mine as she said “tell me what you want”. She pressed her forehead to mine and I could feel the heat radiating out of her body. It was driving me insane with lust.

Being younger, I was a rookie to my booze and my internal thoughts became outward expressions. “I want you to be my sister” is what came out before I darted my eyes to the ground as I announced a deeply taboo fantasy out loud for the first time. It felt like hours before she said anything but was probably a legitimate thirty seconds. She was frozen with the request while I was frozen with embarrassment.

To this day, I don’t know how I maintained an erection (maybe it was a fear boner) but her response was to line up and sit on my cock, grinding her wet pussy all the way down to my full balls. She pressed her lips to mine and we made out as she sat with me fully inside her. The kiss lasted five seconds but felt like it took the pressure out of the air. When she broke it, she asked “big or little?”

I dug my hands into her fat ass to buy myself some time as I didn’t know. I had never thought this fantasy through. They were just my sister because they would be around; not because of the taboo of fucking a family member was hot. Regardless, my cock left some blood in my brain and answered for me. “Little”.

“So you want to fuck your lil’ sister?” she pouted, an innocent voice escaping her lips as she flexed her pussy muscles around my cock.

I came right there. My hands dug deeper into her ass as I grunted, my seed shooting up into her cunt with a speed matched only by rockets.

She gasped while I grimaced, our bodies locked together. She ground herself on my cock some more while I kissed at her neck and used one hand to fondle her exposed breasts. I leaned my head back as some post-nut clarity came through and looked her over. I was worried she’d be mad I busted so early or disgusted with my request. Instead she leaned back, letting me ogle her entire body before she spoke.

“I think we can do more with this.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/doeany/mf_learning_and_experimenting_with_my_incest