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My Family
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Straight Male / 34
Frightened By The Intimacy
My sister and I have always been close, but when her husband passed away from a sudden illness, I found myself constantly at her house to help her and the kids.
She is such a strong, independent and beautiful woman. Outwardly she was much less emotional about losing the man she'd been with for 15 years, married for 10. She is 32, so they'd met in high school.
I was already jealous back then, to be honest. When she got a boyfriend, we couldn't spend time together the way we used to. Instead of telling me all her thoughts, she could tell him. Instead of playing "doctor" with me, she could...well, you get the picture!
Her room was next to mine so when he'd visit after school I could hear him make love to her. I was so sad. Soon, she was pregnant and she moved out with him.
Anyway, fast forward to the last few months and our closeness has come back. She depends on me again.
After a stressful day last week, she came to talk with me. She sat on the guest bed I use when staying over. Her breasts were so close to my face. They were as beautiful as when we'd been in high school. I kept telling myself to concentrate on what she was saying and look at her face, not her tits.
That night, she let it all come out... How sad and lonely she'd been since her husband died. How scared she was for the future. How hard it would be to find a man willing to date a mom with three kids. She cried, and I held her tight.
We were older and wiser now, but still that hug lasted too long, then it turned into touching, then it turned into kissing.
Pretty soon, we both forgot about her husband as I slid my rock-hard cock into my lonely, widowed, younger sister's tight, hungry pussy.
I told her when I was about to cum. She cried out that she had always loved me. I grunted "Me too!" as I blasted the first rope of semen into her unprotected womb.
As we were cuddling and catching her breath and worrying whether her kids had heard us, she told me she'd stopped taking her birth control when her husband passed away. I told her we would be OK.
I've already lost count of the number of times we've made love since that fateful night. I'm basically moved-in with her now and won't be returning to my own place.
Her kids figured it out. Her eldest told me how much happier his mom has been since I came into her life to help after his dad's passing. We've explained that they can't tell anyone we're brother and sister. Maybe the example we're setting, of a loving, supportive bro-sis couple, will make them curious to experiment.
Anyway, though it's still very early, my sister told me last night she thinks we're pregnant, based on her own instinct and experience. I've never been happier in my life. In case she's not already carrying out child, conceived in love, we have all the time in the world to keep trying. I love you, Marissa.
Herbie
She is such a strong, independent and beautiful woman. Outwardly she was much less emotional about losing the man she'd been with for 15 years, married for 10. She is 32, so they'd met in high school.
I was already jealous back then, to be honest. When she got a boyfriend, we couldn't spend time together the way we used to. Instead of telling me all her thoughts, she could tell him. Instead of playing "doctor" with me, she could...well, you get the picture!
Her room was next to mine so when he'd visit after school I could hear him make love to her. I was so sad. Soon, she was pregnant and she moved out with him.
Anyway, fast forward to the last few months and our closeness has come back. She depends on me again.
After a stressful day last week, she came to talk with me. She sat on the guest bed I use when staying over. Her breasts were so close to my face. They were as beautiful as when we'd been in high school. I kept telling myself to concentrate on what she was saying and look at her face, not her tits.
That night, she let it all come out... How sad and lonely she'd been since her husband died. How scared she was for the future. How hard it would be to find a man willing to date a mom with three kids. She cried, and I held her tight.
We were older and wiser now, but still that hug lasted too long, then it turned into touching, then it turned into kissing.
Pretty soon, we both forgot about her husband as I slid my rock-hard cock into my lonely, widowed, younger sister's tight, hungry pussy.
I told her when I was about to cum. She cried out that she had always loved me. I grunted "Me too!" as I blasted the first rope of semen into her unprotected womb.
As we were cuddling and catching her breath and worrying whether her kids had heard us, she told me she'd stopped taking her birth control when her husband passed away. I told her we would be OK.
I've already lost count of the number of times we've made love since that fateful night. I'm basically moved-in with her now and won't be returning to my own place.
Her kids figured it out. Her eldest told me how much happier his mom has been since I came into her life to help after his dad's passing. We've explained that they can't tell anyone we're brother and sister. Maybe the example we're setting, of a loving, supportive bro-sis couple, will make them curious to experiment.
Anyway, though it's still very early, my sister told me last night she thinks we're pregnant, based on her own instinct and experience. I've never been happier in my life. In case she's not already carrying out child, conceived in love, we have all the time in the world to keep trying. I love you, Marissa.
Herbie
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