My younger sister Natalie has always been the favorite. Always recognized in the family, never really in any sort of trouble. Maybe it’s an older sibling thing, but the parents have always been stricter on my end. Double standards, different curfews, different rules, it’s always been the way things were. Maybe it’s because I still lived at home after graduating high school. Maybe it’s because I was a guy. Who knows. But Natalie will always be the perfect daughter. No matter what she does. And the worst part is, she’s always been the sweetest to me.
I didn’t always want her like I do. Viewing your sister sexually requires years and years of frustration. Tons of buildup. And the occasional bonding here or there. Like I said, she’s always been great to me. Always there to listen to my rants or my complaints about the folks. She’s always kept my secrets and confided a few of her own from time to time. It was no surprise that when I started delving into the darker taboos, painal, rapekink, and of course, incest, I naturally started seeing the young sis in a different light. Her secrets became weaknesses. Her snuggles became intimate. And that perfect volleyball ass of hers became my main point of focus during every interaction. Each conversation became “How can I get you to turn around so I can stare at that tight little ass of yours?” Hers was clearly her defining physical attraction. Tits, not so much. All I ever wanted in this world was to have her. And that fateful week that our aunt died, I finally had my chance. I wasn’t going to just let it go.