Author's Note: This is Part 1 of a story I attempted to write from the point of view of the three main characters, all speaking in the first person. I'm grateful to my editors, Angry Barcode and slutkimmi for their assistance. I'd be pleased to know if you, the reader, think I am successful in this endeavor.
This is a work of fiction, the events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. All characters are over the age of eighteen, at every point depicted in the narrative. - Velvet Hammer
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My name is Bill. I'm thirty-five, and I've been happily married to my wife Sherry for ten years now. Just recently, however, I've finally accepted that I'm totally in love/lust with my own sister, Erica.
This is the story of what transpired within our marriage when Erica came to stay with us over the holidays. I'm quite sure Sherry suspects something, but there's no way she has any idea just how far Sis and I have gone in the past. In any case, all of us just avoid talking about it.
It really all started years ago when Erica and I were both still teenage kids. Although she was older than me, we were very close. Erica would change clothes with her bedroom door open. Our rooms were across from each other and when our doors were open I could see straight in her room. It seemed that Sis always waited till I was in my room to do this, and it was obvious that she knew I could see her.
At her young age Erica was slim and beautiful with long, blonde, silky straight hair. Almost fully developed at the time, she looked like Heidi Klum, complete with fabulous tits and a nice round ass. She was absolutely gorgeous and so of course I looked.
Sometimes when Erica changed her clothes she would just run around her room naked for a long time. Our parents always seemed to be out shopping or something when she did this.
The thing with Sis soon transferred to the bathroom. She started having to use the bathroom when I was taking a shower or a bath. I would pull the shower curtain across but it was impossible to close it all the way. It was open just enough for Erica to look at me through the mirror while she brushed her teeth or did her hair.