*Obviously the above is purely fictional and should not be construed as a real story. Also, thanks to A. for being the inspiration for this one*
Dear Reddit, I must turn to you at this difficult junction of my life, because nobody in my life would understand my conundrum. I have nowhere else to turn, and I can only hope you’ll be able to advise me on the right thing to do. I am lost, conflicted, and above all desperately horny.
But let’s start from the beginning.
I grew up in a nice house in rural Colorado, not too far from Fort Collins, but far enough that you could smell the cows alright. No, my family was not destitute, my parents were not abusive. I had all the comforts a child of my situation could hope for. Me and my sister grew up loved, probably even a bit too sheltered, and cherished. When the time came for us to go out in the world and make a name for ourselves, she picked a college education in Portland, and I picked the Air Force.
She graduated in Political Science from Reed, and I served 4 years at Ramstein, earning myself a few promotions, and a lot of “ja ja” in the sack. And then it was all over. A Republican administration has no place for a liberal west coast graduate, and all the coastal states already have too many of those available. As for me, I had gotten into a bit of trouble with the wrong folks, and decided it was time to cut my losses and fly back home.
And so it was that three months ago, myself and my sister, Rachel, we both ended up back at our parents’ home, with the smell of the cows and so much weed everywhere. Oh, by the way, I haven’t introduced myself quite yet. I am Robert Windman, 23 years old, and my sister is Rachel Windman, 25 years old.
Despite the Internet, Rachel and I hadn’t kept up too much with each other. We used to be close, but then she started having boyfriends, felt her body change, and I thought girls had the cooties until I didn’t, and then it was too late. In a sense, we had been siblings as kids, and then roommates as young adults, before being distant relatives. Living together again changed things a lot. As adults, she was comfortable in her skin, and I was comfortable in mine. We had grown, seen the world, lived through a lot, and we could now be friends.
She told me all about Portland, and the local culture, and the shady parts of town, the parties, the protests, her activism. I told her about the gambling scheme I had gotten into, how I had stolen from the wrong folks. And then, one night, the conversation turned to sex. It must have been smoking weed and drinking beer outside, just two kids in their 20s, with no plan for the future, and a starry sky. But we told each other more than siblings should.
She told me how she discovered her bisexuality at Reed. She had a boyfriend who kept pushing the issue, and pushing it. And then, when she finally broke up with him over his “patriarchal ways”, she jumped straight into the bed of the girl he wanted her to fuck! They were drunk, clumsy, inexperienced, “and it was fantastic” she told me, describing in way too vivid detail the girl’s hands caressing her thighs, making her squirm with pleasure, “knowing exactly where to touch and how deep to go”. If it hadn’t been dark, I could have swore her cheeks were flushed and her thighs were clenching at the memory.
I told her all about German women. Flash some dollars and an accent, and it’s game on. “They’ll pretty much do anything”. And no, I don’t even mean the actual hookers. Regular girls. They want excitement. Novelty. An American that can fly planes. “Fly right into me they’ll scream” I laughed and told her. To an extent, it was true. I lived the flashy lifestyle of the daredevil, and the girls loved it. They sucked dick, took it up the ass, on the first date! It was magical. Sometimes, they wouldn’t even ask for a condom. “I’m surprised I have no kids to show for those 4 years”. I know I had gotten hard at the memory of one night in Frankfurt. We were having dinner at this fancy hotel downtown, and instead of – you know – paying the bill and getting a room, like regular people, we just wandered off the restaurant area, found our way into one of those event rooms upstairs, and fucked on the big table there. Then we walked out the hotel, went to a bar, and drank so much beer, we ended up taking a piss on the streets, like savages. Those were the kind of nights you could get in Germany with some money, some game, and a good background story to yourself.
“And now all we have is Tinder” she sighed, showing me her profile. 20 matches, 10 bots, 5 dick pics, and one or two one liner openers was her meager bounty. “It’s been weeks” she sighed once more. My outcome wasn’t much better, I must admit. Probably half the matches, but a couple good chats, and a nude or two. It had been weeks as well, though. Most girls fizzed out relatively quickly, as if a flashier toy had caught their attention at the store. So I ended up jerking off and missing my old life, forgetting it had almost killed me. “Same” confessed Rachel, before taking one last huff off her joint and heading to bed. “Nudge nudge wink wink” she added, as if I needed to know she was about to rub one out before sleep.
“heck why not?” I thought to myself. I was alone, nobody in sight for miles, so I just went by a tree, leaned one arm against it, and with the other, I whipped it out, and rubbed one out myself. I remembered that night in Frankfurt, the girl in the event room, her smell a mix of beer, sweat, and arousal. I couldn’t understand half of what she said, but the other half was clearly “yes fuck me yes yes” or some variation thereof. It didn’t take long, I grunted, squeezed just a bit too tight, and let the cum flow out of me, one two three thick spurts. I was spent. I went to sleep.
And this now takes us, dear Reddit, to the problem at hand. The next night, I fired up Tinder, and I started swiping. Yes, yes, no she’s ugly, yes, no she’s old, yes, no she’s got three kids and a baby daddy in jail, heck no, no, yes, yes, Rachel. It turns out Tinder can’t tell your sister from a stranger, and it will – if the opportunity arises – show you your own sister’s profile. I almost swiped no, but then something told me it would be funny to be a daredevil once more. Yes. In fairness, Rachel is a beautiful woman. The kind of woman I would have obviously said yes to. Tall, dark blonde hair, green eyes, petite, and yet curvaceous, she’s got it all. So I swiped. And it’s a match.
You see, Reddit, my sister swiped on me. And I swiped on her. And now Tinder is inviting me to say hello and strike a chat. What do I do? Please, wise Reddit, advise. I am scared. I am scared I will go for it. I am scared she will go for it. I am scared I want to fuck my sister. And that she wants to fuck me.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/dvdxpv/m_f_mast_incest_my_sister_is_on_tinder_part_1
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