Thanks. I have experience too...I just feel there is a certain energy or harmony among family, either you were born with it or it's developed or "absorbed" as part of the group. Look forward to hearing more abut your life.
Here's my Genesis story.
Prediction: This may be tagged as inappropriate for the age implications. If so, I’ll reword.
I Remember . . .
Me and my gorgeous sister. The first time we fucked. She was finally on the pill. I could fuck her pussy and cum in her. I’d already fucked her up the ass and shot a load, but her pussy and my cock greeting eahc other was our goal.
So, I’m fucking her and shot my load and as I pulled out, she started crying. Now my sister is an emotional person. I thought for sure she was ashamed or feeling guilt, that her tears were not tears of of love. I was feeling man-woman love. She wasn’t I was sure.
“Please tell me you’re not ashamed of what just happened,” I implored. She said, “No. I’m happy. I looked up and saw your face and knew it had finally happened. I just don’t want this to be a one night stand. I want you to fuck me forever.”
I assured her the feeling was mutual for I had been watching my cock going in and out of her pretty pussy and kept reminding myself I was fucking my lovely, wonderful sister, the only woman I’d ever really wanted. (I’d wanted many other women, but none had ever, or could ever, compare. The only people who can understand this are guys with a sister like mine.) We settled the matter there and then: We would fuck forever and never feel guilt or shame. The “never guilt or shame” was key to our relationship and continues to this day.
Many years before, we were playing Indians as kids. My sister was the squaw and me the warrior. Mom wasn’t home yet and we stripped and put on towels and belts as loincloths. That’s all we wore. She had no tits, but I remember seeing her hairless pussy and was, fascinated, obsessed. An obsession that remains. Mom came home. She walked in on us and scolded us, used the word “shameful” (though not in a mean of degrading way). I wondered what the big deal was.
A couple weeks later, after getting out to school for the summer, we hid under a big low-hanging bush in the woods behind our house and played “show-me-yours-I’ll-show-you-mine”. All these year later I can still see her spreading her labia and feel again the wonder of that beauteous thing. Then we heard dad calling us in for dinner.
I had three sisters. To be continued…