I've been lucky enough to live above my folks garage in a pretty cool apartment, and after graduating college, got pretty lucky to find a good paying job. I make enough money to do everything I want, hang out with friends, fuck around, party, and still get on pretty good. My folks don't question what I do, and they pretty much leave me alone as long as nobody gets arrested, we don't make enough noise to piss off the neighbors, and we mind our own business. It's worked out pretty good. I've gotten laid a lot because I've had friends up with me, chilling, partying off and on, and they know they can crash, leave their car in the drive or behind the house, and nobody bugs us. It's all good. When they get up in the mornings or leave late in the morning, nobody can see what's going on. It's kinda cool.

About three weeks ago, a lot of shit went down in my apartment involving my sister's friend, my sister, a lot of booze, some smoking, and more than we should have done. I really wanted to rail my sister's friend, but instead, she got a bit too stupid drunk and I ended up doing shit with my own sister. Yeah. A bit gross I'm sure some people think, and I blamed it on the booze. Only problem is, neither of us were really that drunk to say we didn't know what we were doing. I think we both wanted to get stupid and try to make an excuse why we did it. Last weekend, I was chilling in my apartment, figuring I'd just get some food, watch a movie, stay at home (drank too much a couple nights during the week), and hit some porn. Easy way to jerk it and not leave the house all night. Yeah. Didn't work.

About midnight, I heard a knock on my door after someone was walking up the stairs. My sister came in, and said she wanted to talk. So I said yeah. She sat down, saw the beer I had, and asked if I had something to drink. So I gave her a wine cooler. Told her not to tell mom and dad. She laughed and said that obviously I knew a lot of shit she's done, that they don't know. Probably good. And we just kinda laughed about it. She got serious and started talking about a couple of weeks ago. I told her that I didn't get freaked out, and I didn't really think it was too gross, because we'd been drinking and all. And she said "I wasn't that drunk. I knew what we were doing". That kinda stopped me. I said yeah. I knew the same thing too. And she just said she wanted to know what happens. So I just shrugged and said nothing. We're related, kinda stuck with it, live in the same house, and it's kinda just part of life now. I told her I'm not telling anyone, and hoped she wouldn't. And she said no. When I saw she wasn't saying anything, I asked if she was OK. And she said she wanted to know, even related and weird and gross in a weird way, if she was just another piece of ass to me. She knows I've fucked around a lot. And I told her honest no. I liked it. But wasn't like we could make it happen, because it was weird shit and nobody would accept it. And she said yeah.

When she got up, I was checking her out, and not even thinking about it, went up to her, and kissed on her. She backed off really quick and said "wait" and I finally said "look. I'm not gonna make a big deal out of it. I can leave it alone. But I'd rather not. You were hot as fuck. I think it was kick ass. I liked it. It was fucked up dirty, but it was good." and she asked me if I meant it, or if I was just saying that because I got some. I laughed and said no. I said I could get some whenever I wanted. But I liked getting it from HER. Because it was pretty damn awesome. She just stood there.

I walked up to her and said "Look. I'll leave it alone. But I'd be with you. Not just a one time thing. I'd be with you regular. Even if it's fucked up gross, wrong or whatever you wanna call it. Trust. Nobody knows. Just between us". She stood there. And I took off my shirt. She looked at me. I unzipped my pants. She kept looking. Didn't say anything. Stood there in my underwear and said "yeah. It's not just getting horny. This is what you did to me. Still doing". And she didn't say a word. I walked up to her, and started on her. She finally started kissing on me, and it didn't take long for us to lose the clothes. Ended up going into my bedroom. Climbing on the bed. She told me she felt dirty. Felt kind of gross. Felt fucked up. I just shrugged and said that's what others are making it sound like. Between two people, it's just the way it is. Their business. Do what they want. And nobody should say shit if they agree they're OK with it.

We ended up fucking three times that night. First time, it got pretty hot, pretty steamy and shit, and before we knew it, we were fucking. Until we were done, and I blew inside her, she hadn't said a word. We laid there, and she said "God. I don't know if that's a good idea. You shouldn't have. We should have used something" and I just said well, we'll figure it out later.

Second and third time? Different positions. I came in her the second time. Third time, she put my dick in her mouth, and let me blow it in her mouth. When we got done, I just said to her "I'm keeping it here. I'm not going to tell anyone. But it's your call if you want to continue it on". She said yeah. She'd have to really think.

Next morning, she comes back to my apartment, and told me that she liked it, felt gross and dirty as fuck, but didn't want to put a stop to it. It's been on my mind since the last time we fucked. She's cute, funny as shit, but I know I could fuck older and better if I wanted. It's just that I really don't.