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.)