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Not my sister

Date: 8/1/2015, Categories: Fiction, First Time, Incest, Male/Female, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 91, Source: sexstories.com

us more and more opportunities to be intimate with each other again and we had to hold off. There were the moments when we had to squeeze past each other going in and out of the bathroom. There were the moments when one of us wasn't completely clothed and the other entered the room. There were the moments of watching TV on the sofa and she would sit close to me and we both knew we wanted to kiss. We wanted to make out. Our bodies were telling us yes but we had to tell ourselves no. Being teenagers with a history osculation it was only a matter of time before something happened. Jas was 16 and growing more beautiful by the day. She was already 5'10'' and her body had gone from that of a girl to that of a woman and then decided to add on two extra helpings of sexy just to emphasize the point. We were tasked with getting the pool ready for fall when it wouldn't be used anymore. It was harder than you might imagine and I was beat. If that sounds wrong then I guess I was doing it wrong. I went to my room (which had been appropriately redecorated at this point) and fell to my bed. Jas followed me in and fell right on top of me. I held her there for a moment and distinctly felt how much I missed being physically connected with her. She must have been feeling the same way because she seemed to hold me tight like she might never get the chance to hold me again. Then she resisted letting go when I tried to get up. There on my bed in a moment of weakness for both of us we gave in and ... let our lips touch. It was not the awkward platonic kiss of two siblings. There was nothing weird or gross about it. It was quite the opposite in fact. The energy of the kiss spread from our lips to eventually encapsulate our entire corpus. It was a full on, full bodied kiss that seemed to go on and on. It only stopped when we got to the point where we realized that the only way to continue kissing was to allow our bodies to do something more. There was no discussing what happened. We broke off the kiss and a look passed between us that told us both everything we needed to know. We weren't going to talk about it. We were going to keep it a secret. We were going to try to resist but we both resigned ourselves the fact that we were going to kiss again and when it happened neither of us knew how far it would go. As the months passed with me living in the same house as her we began to see a definite pattern. We would go through periods of relative restraint and then go through periods of not being able to keep our hands off each other. The longer we lived together the more frequent and more passionate our little sessions got. That was the status quo for the two years I lived with my family. Jas and I finished high school. I chose my college (miracle of miracles; a foster child going to college) based on what I figured would be best for me. It was out of town so I wouldn't be expected to stay at home anymore but it was within easy driving distance so I could go home on the weekend ...