Me And My Sister’s First Time – by tom8899

“Oh fuck I’m cumming!”

Her legs clamped around my hand and her body shook. It subsided and I kept going, but she shoved my hand out.

“Will you fuck me?” she stated, not really a question. She started pumping my cock furiously. I felt a fire burning inside me, I was terrified and I knew how wrong it was, but I said,

“I think so.”

She took her hand off and pushed me down on the bed. She straddled me and for a second we both were both still, silent in contemplation about what seemed like an unstoppable event. She took my cock in her hand, guided it to the entrance, and in a slow, smooth motion, pushed down—first taking the head. I watched it disappear inside her, and then the rest of the shaft. She winced but then took on a look of bliss as she slowly accommodate my apparent size.

“Oh fuck,” she said.

Slowly at first she slid up and down my pole, her hands on my chest for support. Then she sped up and sped up, and it was her bed hitting the wall. She was so warm inside and snug and perfect. Her tits bounced up and down close to my face, and it wasn’t long before I felt those familiar sensations down below.

“I’m gonna cum!” I moaned.

“So fucking cum,” she moaned back.

I had permission and let go, and the ecstasy kicked in. I was overcome by her scent, her beauty, her moans. My cock ached and throbbed sliding within her smooth wet pussy and it pulsed, and then pulsed again, and then a wave of hot white oozing cum shot out of me, and then another and another, and another, and my sister bounded up and down me faster and faster as I filled her warmth with mine. I lost my virginity to my sister, no condom. When she felt my orgasm finish, she slowed down and eventually pulled off. She lay down next to me, panting, and a little sweaty.

“Are you gonna…” I started, out of breath.

“I’m on the pill,” she said, “we should be fine.”

After that, we both drifted off to sleep. I woke up the next morning feel weird—weird that I didn’t feel guilty. Actually, I felt great. I woke up a little before her and watched her bare chest rise and fall, her brown hair all over the place, the room still smelling like sex. She eventually woke up, and smiled at me. I leaned in and kissed her, and suddenly realized just how much I loved her. Incest was supposed to be wrong and all, but in that moment it seemed like the most perfect, pure thing—to be able to love someone and then realize how much you love them. I think you know what I mean, or maybe you don’t, but it doesn’t matter.

We spent the rest of that day making eyes at each other, teasing each other like siblings and touching each other like new lovers whenever no one was looking. We kept it up all summer