1. Sex With My Sister (Book 5 Chapter 2)


    Date: 10/27/2014, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Female solo, Male Solo, Author: Arquillius, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

    my being was telling me to go after her and fuck her brains out. To make her mine. To make her never want another man. But there was that small part of my brain, in the back of my head, that told me no. It was my voice of reason, telling me that what I wanted, what we wanted was wrong on so many levels. It told me that she was my twin sister, and even if we had already done it once, it had been an accident, and we shouldn’t look to repeat that in any way, shape or form. It told me that yes, I could find her attractive, but I must never touch her. It told me that I could try to measure my potential girlfriends up to her, as long as I didn’t idolize her. But over all, it told me that I should tell her exactly what I was feeling, because it was wrong to lead her on. And god how I hated that voice. I stood up, and walked over to the magazine that was splayed open on the floor and picked it up. I closed it and brought it over to the end table next to where I had been sitting, and set it down. I then found myself walking up the stairs and towards her room on the second floor, as if on a death march. Soon I found myself in front of her door. I knocked on her door, slowly. “You didn’t come up here to fuck me? Did you?” She said through the door. I leaned against the door with my back and slowly slid down into a seated position. “No.” I said before sighing. “I didn’t Emma.” I looked down at the floor. “I want to, god knows I want to.” I told her. “Then why?” Emma asked. “Emma. I care ...
    for you. A lot. More than a brother should care for his sister, probably. We’ve been together all of our lives. You’ve been my best friend as long as I can remember. Going out for the swim team, becoming the person I have, it’s all been to impress you.” I started. “That’s why I need to explain myself here.” “Explain yourself? What’s to explain?” Emma said as I heard her sit on the floor in a similar fashion that I did. “Why I can’t make love to you. Emma. I love you. For as long as I can remember. I’ve always thought you were the smartest, sexiest and hottest girl I’ve known. I’ve tossed away possible relationships, just because you either didn’t approve of the person, or they just didn’t measure up to what I saw in you.” I explained. “If I wasn’t your brother, I’d be trying to be your boyfriend with every breathe I have. But that’s the issue. You’re my sister. And no matter how much I want what we had in that cave to continue for the rest of our lives, no matter how turned on you get me by just being near me, there’s a voice in the back of my head that’s screaming at me that this is wrong.” “Can’t you just ignore the voice?” She asked. I could hear the tears swelling up in her. She was about to cry, and it was my fault. The thought of making her sad was tearing me apart. “You remember when we were ten and mom made us live in separate rooms? And we wanted to know why? And we couldn’t settle for a simple answer, so she had to give us the talk?” I asked. “Yeah.” She said. “We ...
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