Sister Love 3

SISTER LOVE

She is my best friend, my confidante, the sexiest woman I know, my best friend, the love of my life, and she is my sister. The first sexual experience I ever had was with her and my last. It was last night, at her house, in her bed, when her family was away.

When we first got together sexually, I told her that she was the woman I thought of when I masturbated. She smiled, blushed, and told me she also masturbated nearly every night. She said she used her middle finger to play with herself and did it mostly on her sensitive bud, rubbing it firmly until she had an orgasm. She told me she also used two fingers. She said she had to stifle her cries when she came and she always did it under the covers at night before she went to sleep. And, most importantly, she said with a grin, she always thought of me as she did it.

She did date other men, but after she got home, since she was a year older than me, I would climb in her bed and she would play with my dick until it got hard and then she would let me put it where some guy had just been. I didn't have sex with anyone else until she told me to, saying we should have this secret between us even if we did it with others. I was eighteen our first time.

When she started seeing David, she still saved time for me, mostly on the weekends, when she would come home when everyone else was out, either at church or at sporting events on Saturday, and she would come to my room and crawl into my bed, take me into her mouth, or let me put it in her.

"You should wear a condom," she said the

second time we fucked. "You wouldn't want to get your sister pregnant," she said with a grin.

I was eighteen and living at home and she would text me and asked if we could meet. Meet was our code for fucking. "I'd like to meet," she would write.

I would text back a time, and she would send back a heart or a thumbs up. She told me once while we were fucking that I should date somebody else and I started going out with Carol. Sex with Carol and I came naturally, but my time with Emily stayed constant, and when she married David she made it plain that she'd always have time for me. The morning after her honeymoon we were together while her new groom was at work.

In all the time we'd been together since I was eighteen and I first slid into her, we had only fucked, but one day when David was on a hunting trip and I lived in an apartment close to the campus, she came, slipped into my bed and asked if I would like to eat her. I had wanted to, of course, but I'd never asked.

I just nodded and got under the sheets, crawled up between her lovely legs, and being guided by her hands, I put my lips against her puffy pussy. She tasted wonderful, and I began kissing and licking her pussy like a man possessed. It was salty, lemony, and a little tart, but I will never forget my first taste of her.

She held me tight against her luscious labia, and I pushed my tongue into my sweet sister's slit, reaching as deep as my tongue would go. I had gone down on Carol, but Emily's pussy was delicious and remains the best tasting one I have ever eaten.

I know some people would be aghast at a brother fucking his sister, but sex with Emily is simply the best. She is the sexiest, the most erotic, and the best lover any man could have, and we love each other.

I am now married and Emily and I are going to our mother's to visit. Our mother will be flying to Kansas to visit her sister for Christmas and Emily and I will have time together before everyone comes back for the holidays. David is in Spain for two weeks and my wife is visiting her parents. The children are still in school, but they will be coming to my mother's when they get out for vacation.

Emily and I will have some time together while mother is gone and no one else is here. Occasionally, we slip into the guest bedroom and fuck like minks.

When everyone was gone, and the house was quiet, she reached out, took my hand, and interlocked our fingers, and she walked me toward the guest room.

"Have you missed me?" she asked. I kissed her as an answer and she offered her tongue. I took it happily and sucked on it like a tiny candy. "I love you," she said. "I have missed having you inside me. I love your cock."

"And you know I love your pussy," I said, sliding myself into her. She moaned and kissed me. A kiss I had missed so very much.

After I had fucked her for thirty minutes, she pulled back, slid me out of her, and then scooted down in bed until my sticky and still stiff cock was at her lips. She took me in her mouth, which she'd never done, and began to suck gently and move her tongue around my tip slowly.

I put my hand on her head. She continued to move her head up and down on my shaft, her nose touching my pubic hair at the bottom of each stroke. I could feel her tongue curving along the underside of my dick. She held it still for a moment, relishing the feel of me in her mouth and on her tongue.

She began moving her hand up and down my erect cock, slowly jacking me off, the saliva coating my dick and making it slick as her fist moved easily up and down. Since the first day I fucked Emily, I knew no other woman could ever give such sexual pleasure to me as my sister did.

When we were finished, and I had come in my sister's lovely mouth, we cuddled and held one another close. "You have been a wonderful brother," she said, "but you've the best lover ever."

"It is not something most people believe a brother and sister should do," I said. "But I am not ashamed. Something that feels so right can't be wrong," I said. She hugged me and we embraced again.

"I don't know if it's good or bad," she said, "but I know it feels so wonderful. David would not approve, I am sure, and your wife would feel betrayed, but you love her and you love me, right? Love cannot be wrong," she said.

Later that day we went back to bed and I was in her when there was a soft knock at the door, almost as if someone did not want to bother us. Even before either of us was able to sit up, the door opened and our mother stood in the doorway.

Her flight had been cancelled and she had returned home. Finding the house quiet, she went looking for us. When she saw the guest bedroom door closed, she was afraid of disturbing us, so she knocked quietly. Standing in the doorway, she looked at us without surprise, without rancor or hurt or shame. "I have known you were close," she said. She shut the door and I asked her to come in and talk to us. She came in, as if our talk had to be private, although no one else was home.

"How do you feel about knowing your children are this close?" I asked.

"I am not surprised," she said, putting a hand on ours. "I was just as close with your uncle. Ray and I began having sex when we started college," she said quietly. "I know it is not accepted by society, but we were careful. Actually, it makes me feel good to know you have enjoyed the same wonderful thing we did. I never thought sex was something that should not be enjoyed by family," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"It will be our secret," she said. "I don't think your father could accept it. He is pretty traditional, you know." She held both of our hands in a family gesture that was so loving, so sweet, so motherly that it brought tears to my eyes.

"Your uncle Ray and I had sex right up to just before he passed away," she said, tears welling in her eyes, as well. "He was my best friend."

Emily and I leaned over and each of us hugged her, and I had never felt closer to my mom than I did at that moment. "Does anyone else know?" Mother asked.

"No one," Emily said. "Unless maybe it's the cat. We never held back around the cat," she said with a smile.

"The only person who knew about your uncle and I," Mom said, "was your cousin Rachel. She had her eye on my brother her whole life. She was a special person and she never judged."

We both nodded. "Do you think she ever slept with him?" I asked.

"I am pretty sure she never did. He would have told me. We were that close. There were no secrets between Ray and me." I felt so close to mother as I sat naked with my sister next to me and listened to my mom tell me about fucking her brother.

"Did you use condoms?" Emily asked.

"Mostly I was on the pill," she said. "I was glad we didn't have to use condoms. I hated those things," Mom said. "I'll leave you two alone." She went to the door, looked back at us and smiled. When the door was closed, Emily put her arm around me and gave me a squeeze.

"Our mother and our Uncle Ray?" I said.

"Scandalous," Emily said.

"Incestuous," I said. "Our mother was fucking her brother."

"Outrageous," Emily said as she sat naked on the bed next to me.

Later that afternoon, while we sat in the kitchen with our mother, Emily asked me about my email address. "You have it," I said.

"Yes, but I was thinking you might need another one," she said. "A Google account that no one else knows about but me, in case someone wants to tell you something private."

"Like who?" I asked.

"Like me," she said. "Ever heard of phone sex?"

"Sure," I said.

"Ever heard of e-sex?"

"Sounds exciting," I said.

"Can be, I think," she said. "Interested?" I nodded and smiled. "Let me know your new address," she said.

"My password could be Emily," I said.

"I like that name," she said grinning.

I registered for an additional email address and received the account that night. The email address was loveher@gmail.com. I told her my new address after dinner. As we ate, Mother was almost giddy to hear Emily and I had the same kind of closeness she'd had with her brother.

It was a strange dinner with my mother so pleased to hear I had been fucking her daughter. It was that she now had a secret to keep with us, and it added an excitement and energy to the level of the evening. My mother had fixed each of our favorites for dinner, crab cakes and lasagna, and she made strawberry shortcake for dessert, which we both loved.

It was like a celebration of the strangest kind. Even my sister and I felt it was just a bit weird. If anyone knew what we were celebrating they would call the men with nets to come and get us. Since no one else was there that night, Mom let us know she would be fine with our sleeping together.

In the morning I told Emily the new email address and she drove home. That night I received my very first erotic email message.

"Loved the last three nights," she wrote. "Can't wait to repeat the process. Want me to tell you what I will do to you the next time we have private time together? I will kiss every part of you. Every single part."

I wrote back: "Can't wait. LTI (love the image)."

My sister and I began exchanging sexy emails everyday. It was an exhilarating exercise in sexual intimacy. Emily and I had become so sexually close that we could joke about it, and we often did. We both realized that no one, except our mother, ironically, could appreciate the way we felt and the satisfaction it gave us to be sexually intimate with a sibling.

The next night she wrote: "I am holding you in my mouth, and I will drink all you've got. You like that idea?"

I wrote: "You have my attention."

The next night she wrote: "I want you in me. Your hardness feels extraordinary. Can't wait."

I wrote back: "I am going to lick every inch of you."

"I am waiting naked and ready," she answered.

We have continued daily sexual exchanges constantly and kept our sexual fires burning everyday of our lives. Our emails number in the thousands, but delete them each time, leaving no trace of our sexual messages back and forth.

We understand the risks, and when we are together we take precautions, and we aren't interested in persuading anyone we are right to do what we do. We just feel the connection and the sexual need for intimacy. It is a private matter and we only care that we love each other and enjoy the intimacy we have had over the years.

Making love to your sister is not the subject of a crusade, a movement in American sexuality, or an advocated philosophy. It is simply the reality between my sister and myself, and I don't regret a minute of it or encourage others to follow our example. We have enjoyed our relationship for its own sake, and hope people will find what they believe in and what they find worthwhile for themselves. Emily is not only my sister, she is my best friend, my confidante, and my lover.