Okay, so this happened back in 2007. I was married then to a woman I hated, and had four kids, and I had just gotten out of the military, so I was kinda stuck in this shithole town, working nights at the county jail. I have a half-sister, same dad, but her mother is Korean, and she spent that summer with us so she could get away from her bitch of a mother for a while. The house we lived in had a den that used to be a garage but had been refurbished by the previous owners, and the den was spacious, with a room off of it, and that's where my sister slept that summer.

At that time, she and i had a pretty good relationship despite the fact that we'd grown up apart and she was sixteen while I was just turning 27. She is beautiful, very hot body, and half-Korean, which, in my eyes, just makes her that much hotter. She was bisexual, leaning more towards girls, but was in a relationship with a guy as well. She began opening up to me more as the summer went on, and then, one night while I was at work, in the control and security room of the jail, she texted me, confessing that she wanted to be with me sexually. i was shocked and very excited at the prospect, because I'd been fantasizing about such a thing all summer, and now there was a possibility of this happening. She was very nervous about it, though, and I was worried about getting caught during it, so we flirted pretty heavily over text for almost a week, neither of us quite working up enough courage to actually try anything yet.

One night, however, near the end of her stay with me, I decided that I might make my move. The fact that my dad and Stepmom had arrived about three days before so that they could return home with my sister barely dissuaded me. I wouldn't have many more chances, and I'd regret it if I let this chance slip by. Everyone else was asleep, and I was supposed to be getting ready for work, but I called in and said I was feeling sick, throwing up and all that. So, it was my sister and me, just sitting on the couch in the den and watching Adult Swim on Cartoon Network. Neither of us made any moves just yet, until I pulled her legs up on my lap, and, after I saw she was okay with that, I began rubbing her leg.

Gradually, my hand crept up higher and higher on her leg until i was rubbing her inner thigh, and she was looking at me, and I'll never forget that look. She was definitely into it, if not a little nervous, but the fact that we share the same dad didn't matter a bit to her. Actually, it made it more of a turn-on for me. As my hand encountered the crotch of her jeans, I found that she was already wet, and I could feel it through the denim.
"I wish we'd done this a couple weeks ago," she confessed, "Cause I started my period about four days ago."

Still, she didn't stop me when I unbuttoned her pants and started rubbing her through her panties, mainly on her clit. She was enjoying it, her hips moving, and, when I kissed her, she kissed back, and damn her lips were so soft. We kept kissing and I kept rubbing her for a while, and then I suggested we go in her room just in case somebody woke up and wandered in here and caught us.

But I guess she started to worry too much and she asked if we could stop before we went any further. Rather than try to convince her to let me have her, I nodded and said that was okay. She said she was starting to feel guilty because of her boyfriend, so I said that it was okay, that I didn't want to push her into doing anything she didn't want to do. We watched some more Adult Swim, and then I decided I'd go to work anyway so that my bitch wife didn't ask too many questions. Before I left, since my sister would be leaving with my dad and her mom sometime while I was at work, I gave her a big hug and one more kiss. I was in the control room again, so, when she texted me I could respond without getting in trouble. I could still smell her on my hand from when I'd been rubbing her crotch, and I had the worst case of blueballs!

She said that she was sorry for chickening out after everything she'd said about wanting me to make love to her. I asked her if we could've done anything instead of having sex that would've been okay, and she said that, if I'd asked her to, she would've gone down on me, but I would've had to teach her because she'd never done that before. Fuck. She also asked if I regretted doing things with her, and I told her I didn't regret a damn thing.


Not long after, some time late July, I got a job offer in Las Vegas, NV, and I took it. My wife, who I call Bitchface, and have since the divorce in 2012, well, her father chipped in a celebratory gift of a night at the Wynn hotel in Vegas. I always liked Bitchface's dad. But Bitchface couldn't come to Vegas until December because of her job, so I ended up staying in that kickass hotel room by myself. The whole night, until almost daylight where my sister lived, we texted, or, I should say, we sexted. I'd text her, telling her what I'd do with her step by step, making sure to be as descriptive as possible, and soon she came, making sure to tell me just how soaked her pussy was, and that she wished that I could do everything I had described in real life.

For a while this continued, the sexting back and forth, and, as a gift to her, I wrote a short story where she comes to stay with me and we do everything that she had wished that we could do. After a few more months of this, I guess we kinda simmered down in that aspect of our relationship, and, when I went to visit my dad and stepmother for thanksgiving a few years later, I was pretty much again just her big brother she hardly ever saw. There wasn't much in the way of awkwardness between us, but none of that sexuality either. Years later, she's still as hot as ever, and I regret that we never did anything, but it's now in the past, in my memories where I can recall with fondness how close I could've come to making love to my half-sister.


If you're interested in reading the story, I submitted it to Literotica.**m under the username MrPezman. It's called Half-Sister, Full Love.