[MF] [incest] [mentions of pee] My sister is on Tinder (Part 4)

I’m sorry I haven’t kept you updated these last couple of weeks, but things have been crazy. I don’t even think I fully understand what’s going on with my life quite yet.

Let’s start from the obvious question, the one I can feel everyone reading is asking: am I fucking my sister? Yeah, we’re pretty much lovers now. I caved, and went all in, literally and metaphorically.

I was afraid that Thanksgiving dinner would be a huge showdown, everyone would find out everything, we’d be shunned, and end up homeless and destitute, but, no, no, that went alright. No drama. No incident. A perfect family.

But that weekend, it happened. I don’t even really know exactly how, but it did. Rachel and I fucked. Yes, yes, Reddit, I had sex with my sister. Judge all you want. I judge myself too, in fact. But it was fantastic. The best sex I ever had. She is an animal in bed. Just what I like. A wild animal with no morals and an endless supply of lust. Just what got me in trouble time and again.

“Start from the beginning” you say? Alright, alright. Well. It was Saturday evening. I was coming home from dinner and drinks with my buddies, and just as I walked into my room, Rachel came up to me and asked to talk to me about something. “Yeah sure” I said. Fateful words. I let her in the room, and as soon as we closed the door, she told me she was so horny she was going crazy. Not one to mince words or sugarcoat things, my sister.

I asked her if she had a fuckbuddy, or a vibrator, or even just her fingers. She laughed. “Men are always offering solutions” she told me. Sometimes, for girls, it’s about listening. Feeling heard. Like I matter. Like my problems have value. Don’t offer solutions to shoo me away. Hear me out.

“Alright, tell me more” I said

“I can feel it in my tummy. Right here” she continued, pointing to a tiny little freckle right next to her belly button. “There must be some kind of nerve here. I don’t know. It’s where it starts. I feel a tension here. A longing. And then it spreads all over my body”. And on that note, she took off her shirt, revealing her boobs. Her perky ripe boobs, like delicious fruits, adorned by a tiny pink nipple. “And then it goes to my nipples”.
“They get hard, they get tense. They beg for a man’s touch” she said, before taking my hand and placing it on her tits. “They want to be pinched. Hurt them a bit for me, will you?” she pleaded.
I was speechless. I froze. I didn’t dare.
“Please. Pinch them. Please” she pleaded once more, urgency in her voice, her eyes closed, her cheeks red as cherries.
I pinched. I pinched. I twisted. And then I pinched some more. She moaned. I saw her hips thrust. Her head arch backwards. A deep deep sigh left her mouth.

“And then”, she followed up, after catching her breath. “And then it’s my mouth. My lips. They yearn for a kiss. My tongue wants yours. My lips want yours”. And I think that was too much for her. She pushed me onto the bed, laid on top of me, and kissed me. Her mouth found mine. I was aghast. Surprised. I don’t think I did anything for the first 30 seconds of it. Maybe more. But then my instinct took over. Then I forgot she was my blood relative, and my monkey brain took over.
“Oh, a young fertile woman” the monkey brain said. And it all happened so fast.
I kissed her back. I pulled her hair. Bit her lips. Exposed her neck. And kissed it. Licked it. Her flesh soft and sweet under my tongue. I wanted more of her. I was intoxicated. Morals were out of the window. She knew it. I knew it. That would be the night I would fuck my sister.

She took my head in her hands, looked me in the eyes, and begged me to go down on her.
“Not quite yet” I told her laughing
Once the decision was made, we were two sexual animals, two creatures made for the rituals of love. I enjoyed the power. She was so desperate. So powerful and yet so weak. She was mine to do with as I wanted. As long as it gave her pleasure, she’d let me have it.

I sucked her nipples. I bit them. She arched her body, as if to allow more of her breasts to fill my mouth. She moaned. Begged. Her fingernails in my back. Marking me. Marking the man that was her brother as her newfound lover. I was hard. She knew it. As she humped her anguished loins, she could feel my throbbing erection.

I unbuttoned my pants, took them off. She took hers off too. She had no panties. She knew! She knew all along that she would fuck tonight. No bra, no panties. She made it easier. Less fabric to take off, less room for second thoughts.

She tried to get my cock inside of her. I teased her. Denied her. She was overcome with lust. Pinned me to to the bed. Sat on top of me. And started riding.

She was a Greek statue, a monument to sexual tension and release. She was riding. And riding. And riding. An unstoppable force. She would ride. And moan. And moan. And tell me her most obscene thoughts. Her most depraved filthy fantasies.
Should a man know that his sister loves it when a man, and I quote, “pisses inside of me during sex”? Maybe not. But I knew. She told me she’d make me drink so much water next time, so I could unload my bladder in her tight wet pussy. She made me promise.

Should a man know that his sister likes being fucked in public places? That the thrill of getting caught gets her so wet you could hear it from a mile away? Well, maybe not. But that night I learned that. I learned all that, and more, as Rachel rode my cock. She came. And it wasn’t enough. “One more” she asked. And she kept riding. The answer seemingly obvious to her. Of course I’d let her fuck herself on my cock again. Who wouldn’t?

She came again. And she didn’t stop. She kept riding. I felt it. I felt it get closer and closer. As her tits bounced. As her pussy swallowed me whole. “I’m about to cum” I told her. My release closer and closer. “Get off” I told her.

And yet she kept going. And going. And going. I was too weak. I didn’t stop her. She didn’t stop. Her eyes closed, her body tense. Everything in her was focused on the rhythm of the sex. Up. And down. I kept begging. “Please”, “get off”, “no”, “enough”. The power gave her pleasure.
At the last second. So close I could feel it. She knew. As I felt the first drop of cum, she got off, and replaced her pussy with her hand. She squeezed my cock. Stroked it. Once. Twice. And I too came.

“We must use condoms” I said once it was all over and we were laying down next to each other, no longer siblings, but lovers, a man and a woman spent from the hard work of sex.
“Who says you’ll get to fuck me again?” she laughed

But fuck her again I did. And fuck her again I will. There is no going back now. The thing that a month ago I feared the most, is now the truth I crave with my very essence. I am counting the hours till the house is silent, dark, and I can sneak into Rachel’s room, and fuck her again.

What have I become? What kind of depraved monster am I? I don’t know. And at this point, my actions say that I don’t even care.
Wish me luck Reddit.

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