"Is this a dream," I asked myself? In disbelief I turned my head on my pillow and began to admire every inch of her naked form starting at her head and drinking in every beautiful feature all the way to her shapely legs.
Unable to accept what my eyes were telling me I had to have more proof, "This isn't a dream," my mind answered unconvincingly still needing proof. My hand searched down my body searching for that proof. My heart skipped a beat as the evidence my fingers sought began to reveal itself. My neatly trimmed bush was stiff with dried pussy nectar that also clung tightly to the bald lips of my cunt.
"Daddy would shit if he could see his two girls naked in bed holding each other," I thought as I lay there, "But he would have a stroke or worse if he knew he was partly responsible for helping awaken these feelings from deep inside me."
Over the summer daddy asked me to share a dorm room with my younger sister, Barbara. We had never been anything alike. I was an average looking slightly overweight computer nerd working on my computer science degree and she was a beautiful high school cheerleader with her perfect body and her scholarship in athletics. Daddy even called her "Barbie" after the doll.
She was my sister, but even I was attracted to her. Over the years I had seen how the boys looked at her and I honestly couldn't blame them. My senior year of high school I had tried to imagine what it would be like to fuck her; that is if I were a boy! But the images I saw were of Barbara and ME. I was so very frightened because I knew it was wrong to be sexually attracted to my sister.