"Why? Why did you do this?"
"I wanted to. I wanted to show you there are plenty of other girls out there. But I'm telling you one thing right now. This isn't something we're gonna keep doing. We can do it one or two more times, but that's it. And you can't cum in me again."
"You mean you want to have sex again?"
"We can if you want to. But only once or twice. Do you want to?"
"Um...I don't know." I looked at her. "Kinda...but this is wrong."
"That's why it's only going to be a couple times. And either you wear a condom or you make God damned sure you pull out." She smiled coyly. "But that doesn't mean we can't just have fun." I looked at her.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I'll only let you fuck me one or two more times. But...I can do this..." she put her hand around my dick "and this..." she slid down and sucked on my cock a little.
"What do you mean? Like as much as I want?"
"Well, yeah. But you gotta do something for me..."
For the next hour, I ate out my sister, making her cum twice.
We had intercourse four more times over the next few months. But none was as special as that first night. Despite how short it was. I pulled out those times, and she usually had me cum in her mouth. The last time, though, I couldn't hold it and blew on her face before she could get it in her mouth. She didn't mind, and I found it really hot, seeing her like that. We had oral sex many times, though. Usually once a week. She always let me cum in her mouth, and she swallowed it every time. This went on for the next two years. When she graduated college, she moved downstate to take a job. But she visited every so often, and usually we'd do oral at least once while she was up. She never did it if she was seeing someone, though. I had slightly less morals. By that time, I was involved with another girl, but I figured what the hell. Dana was much better at it, anyway.
About two years ago, Dana began seeing someone. It turned very serious, and last year, he asked her to marry him. She said yes, and they picked a date for about six months ago.
The night before the wedding, she came to my hotel room. The whole family had come down, and since she was living in a small apartment, we all got rooms at a hotel. That night, Dana and I had sex again.
Even though it wasn't as special as the first night, it was sweeter, and I can truly say we didn't just "fuck" or "have sex." We made love. We loved each other more deeply than we'd ever loved another. We were so close in every way. I honestly wish she and I could be together. But I'm happy for her. She spent the whole night with me, and we made love several times. Each time she told me not to pull out. She said it was ok, cause she was on the pill. She wanted to have me inside her as long as she could, since we could never do anything again. The next morning, I brought her home to get ready. No one thought it suspicious. I mean who would think about a brother and sister doing such things?
She looked beautiful at the wedding, and I was happy for her. But I got very horny thinking about the fact that my sperm were swimming around in her as she took the walk, said her vows, and kissed her new husband. So much so that I had to excuse myself shortly after and go jerk off in the bathroom.
We haven't seen each other much since then. I've moved on, and am with another girl, but I still think about Dana often. I'm glad she's happy, though.
