Remembering [m]y sister (back story) [f] [mf] [incest]

Disclaimer: I originally posted this in 10 parts in the incest subreddit about a year ago before they recently quarantined that group. I wanted to re-read it as it brings back so much memories (She passed away about 2 years ago). But my posts were gone after that group was scrubbed. I was luckily able to re-find it through some internet forensics though. So I’m going to take a stab at reposting it here, maybe keeping it more accessible to myself through a live subreddit. even though it’s probably against the rules. But fuck it, it’s worth a shot! I’m keeping my original introductions/rambling intact from those old posts. Thanks for indulging me.

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(Note: I took some liberties with dialogue, etc to make it a better read. That and it was 20 years ago! And I’ve always ripped on my sister for having an “old lady name” so I guess it would be funny if I call her “Ethel” in this story. I sincerely hope none of you have a Grandma Ethel.)

So I’ll begin by saying that my fetish for big-breasted brunettes pretty much began with my sister. I’ve legitimately never seriously dated any girl that didn’t have dark hair or was smaller than a C-cup, and that includes my wife. One summer, my sister (who is two years older than me) absolutely had her chest explode. Something like a D-cup probably, biggest boobs in school, the whole bit. I was still a little dude at the time, but it kind of melted my brain as I grew up, and it was all because Ethel was my standard for beauty.

So once I got to high school, Ethel and her friends let me hang out with them from time to time. I was quiet and didn’t have many friends and she and I were reasonably close at the time I guess. So what definitely began as a pity thing turned into my main social group as I got older. My best friend to this day was one of my sister’s male friends that I met back in 10th grade.

At 18, my first girlfriend ended up being Ethel’s friend Skylar. It was quite a coup scoring Skylar, since she was two years older than me and, looking back, built like a brick shithouse (though back then, everybody thought she was chubby). Hooking up with a girl like that and that age is just a thing that doesn’t happen and I’m still proud of it haha.

So, Skylar and I were an item for about four months, which is a lifetime at that age. She was my first everything.

The whole time, I’d later find out, Ethel was playing a game of being nosy with me about Skylar, and she was doing the same asking her about me. All for her own entertainment, mind you.

So Ethel knew everything. I confided in her about everything that went on, including the first time we had sex, telling her I loved her, everything. Ethel and I grew really close during that time, and we learned a lot about each other.

Ethel grilled me about everything. “Is she a good kisser? Do you like her boobs? Are you sure you’re in love with her?” etc etc.

The weirdest question Ethel ever asked me about Skylar was “Does she do dirty talk?” The dirtiest Skylar ever talked was “Can I suck your cock?” She seemed shy when I was with her. SEEMED.

Anyway, I told her that exact thing. That she went to give me a blow job and said “cock.” She cussed and stuff, but never with sex. It was the 90s and it was a much more virginal time.

I asked Ethel, “What, do you dirty talk?” She sheepishly nodded. “Like what?” I asked. The way she responded melted my young horny mind. “Fuck the shit out of me. You own my pussy.” It blew my mind, because number one, the “you own my pussy” thing is just weird for that pre-porn time. And second, Ethel never said the F-word around me in my life. It sounds weird, but we started cussing a lot more to each other after that, and it was a strange barrier to us getting closer.

So I’ll fast forward to when me and Skylar broke up. I came to find out that sweet innocent Skylar was actually a bit of a slut. She had been with like 15 guys before me, which isn’t a big deal, but she lied about it (she told me she’d only been with one other guy) and she also cheated on me a few times during.

When Skylar dumped me, we were arguing and being emotional and not having fun anymore. But Skylar told Ethel one of the big reasons.

And Ethel wouldn’t tell me.

I was crying all the time, because Skylar was my first love, and I absolutely begged Ethel for weeks to tell me. Ethel got all mother hen about the situation, was fighting with Skylar, they eventually ended up quitting being friends over this breakup and what she said. So after Ethel had essentially told Skylar to fuck off, she finally told me “the reason.” Ethel was crying, straight up bawling in sad anger when she finally told me.

“She said you were a pussy,” she told me. And I was like, OK. I never took much initiative sexually, there was a time when she talked shit to some dude and I didn’t “defend her honor” because he was a behemoth. So anyway, I wasn’t surprised by it. Just hurt.

Then she dropped the bombshell (which was only a bombshell because I’m a guy). “She said you are a pussy with a tiny dick.”

And she told EVERYBODY. This was one of the main reasons she cheated on me.

It kind of destroyed me. I didn’t know what to think, and my self-loathing only got worse. But Ethel really defended me during this time, and I appreciated it.

I got a couple girlfriends in the months following, but I was so insecure about my “little dick.” Like, I didn’t want to push sex because I was insecure about it. Skylar fucked my head up BAD.

So Ethel asked me if I ever ate Skylar’s pussy. She said if I ate pussy I wouldn’t be so insecure. In fact, she told me that she was with a guy who had a little dick but the way he ate her pussy was epic.

So Ethel proceeded to coach me up in excruciating detail how to eat pussy. She described the clit and how to stimulate it proper, the whole “alphabet” thing. Etc. She was like a character from American Pie with that shit.

I took her advice to heart, and I finally went down on one of my girlfriends. And the girl said I hurt her. I ended up going too heavy and hard on her clit. So I was devastated again and went back to her for help.

And this is when things got crazy. And long story short, we ended up doing the grown up equivalent of “learning how to kiss.”

(This is where I cut it off originally and I’ll continue to post pending mods not axeing this ?)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c1lh6w/remembering_my_sister_back_story_f_mf_incest