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My Family
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Straight Male / 32
My Shameful Act
This has bugged me for years; I both loved and hated the experience. Over the years, however, guilt has replaced most of the enjoyment from the experience. So, this happened about 15 years ago; there’s just me and my sister Immi (full name Imogen). I’m two years younger than her, and the incident happened when I was almost 16.
Immi had been out with friends when my dad got a call from one of her friends saying her drink had been spiked; the friend explained the police had been called to the bar, and immi had been taken by ambulance to the local hospital. Long story short, some creep had been spiking drinks; he was seen but not before Immi had downed her drink.
At the hospital, my parents were told my sister was OK but would be out of it for several hours. She was in a side room, and we all went to see her. She was dressed in a hospital gown and was asleep. Mum tried to talk to her, but she was none responsive, although she did open her eyes for a second and then closed them again. The nurse said all her vitals were normal, and it was just a matter of letting it run its course. We all sat around her bed; mum and dad were upset, especially mum.
In the early morning hours, mum and dad went to the hospital canteen to get something to drink and eat; I was half asleep on the chair, so they asked if I wanted something brought back and that they would be gone for no longer than 30 minutes.
My sister is: tall, blonde, sexy and beautiful. I know she is my sister, but I’ve always admired just how perfect she is. In my teens, I had a crush on her, I had seen her nude when we were small and later had gotten the odd glimpse of flesh after she had showered or was sat inappropriately, giving me an upskirt or down blouse. After my parents had been gone 5 minutes, I spoke with Immi, she was still spark out. Her hospital gown was green and blue, and my mum had found her clothes and underwear in the room cupboard. I guessed she was nude under the gown. This is what I’ve been racked with guilt with for years, I listened for footsteps, then pulled the bed cover back and raised the hospital gown. I saw her pussy; it was the first real one I’d ever seen. Immi’s pussy was beautiful, better than I’d seen on the internet. She had perfectly smooth labia and a neat strip of blonde and ginger pubic hair; her little clitoris was pocking through the top. I put the gown down, covered her again, and returned to the chair. After about another 5 minutes, I rechecked the hallway, and all was still clear I could see the nurse at the end working at a desk, and that was all.
I raised the sheet and her gown again and had another look; however, this time, I touched her pussy. I looked to make sure she was still asleep, and she wasn’t moving, in fact, I could hear her slightly snoring. With a shaking hand, I opened her pussy lips and looked at the inner wonders of my sister’s pussy. I was fascinated by her vagina opening, it seemed very small, and I did wonder how a cock would ever fit in. I touched her clitoris; however, she started to move, so I lowered her gown and returned the sheet. Sitting down, I looked at her face; however, she was still making that nose-whistling snore as she did when asleep.
I then heard footsteps in the corridor and my folks arrived back with a sandwich and drink for me. Immi woke up about two hours later, although she was still out of it until the morning. I’ve put my actions down to boyhood curiosity, but as an adult, I know what I did was very wrong and a gross violation of trust. As brother and sister, we have become close in adulthood, and I’ve often thought about confessing what I did that night and apologizing. However, as time went by, and I bottled it time and time again, I decided to let it go.
The curse has been to know what my beautiful sister’s pussy looks like. The image had popped into my head at the most inappropriate times like when she graduated in her cap and gown, at the beach when my memory was potentially visible to anybody who looked at my shorts, her wedding as dad led her down the church aisle, it’s been a curse. I wish I were Catholic so I could go and confess to a priest. So, there you go, my dreadful confession.
Immi had been out with friends when my dad got a call from one of her friends saying her drink had been spiked; the friend explained the police had been called to the bar, and immi had been taken by ambulance to the local hospital. Long story short, some creep had been spiking drinks; he was seen but not before Immi had downed her drink.
At the hospital, my parents were told my sister was OK but would be out of it for several hours. She was in a side room, and we all went to see her. She was dressed in a hospital gown and was asleep. Mum tried to talk to her, but she was none responsive, although she did open her eyes for a second and then closed them again. The nurse said all her vitals were normal, and it was just a matter of letting it run its course. We all sat around her bed; mum and dad were upset, especially mum.
In the early morning hours, mum and dad went to the hospital canteen to get something to drink and eat; I was half asleep on the chair, so they asked if I wanted something brought back and that they would be gone for no longer than 30 minutes.
My sister is: tall, blonde, sexy and beautiful. I know she is my sister, but I’ve always admired just how perfect she is. In my teens, I had a crush on her, I had seen her nude when we were small and later had gotten the odd glimpse of flesh after she had showered or was sat inappropriately, giving me an upskirt or down blouse. After my parents had been gone 5 minutes, I spoke with Immi, she was still spark out. Her hospital gown was green and blue, and my mum had found her clothes and underwear in the room cupboard. I guessed she was nude under the gown. This is what I’ve been racked with guilt with for years, I listened for footsteps, then pulled the bed cover back and raised the hospital gown. I saw her pussy; it was the first real one I’d ever seen. Immi’s pussy was beautiful, better than I’d seen on the internet. She had perfectly smooth labia and a neat strip of blonde and ginger pubic hair; her little clitoris was pocking through the top. I put the gown down, covered her again, and returned to the chair. After about another 5 minutes, I rechecked the hallway, and all was still clear I could see the nurse at the end working at a desk, and that was all.
I raised the sheet and her gown again and had another look; however, this time, I touched her pussy. I looked to make sure she was still asleep, and she wasn’t moving, in fact, I could hear her slightly snoring. With a shaking hand, I opened her pussy lips and looked at the inner wonders of my sister’s pussy. I was fascinated by her vagina opening, it seemed very small, and I did wonder how a cock would ever fit in. I touched her clitoris; however, she started to move, so I lowered her gown and returned the sheet. Sitting down, I looked at her face; however, she was still making that nose-whistling snore as she did when asleep.
I then heard footsteps in the corridor and my folks arrived back with a sandwich and drink for me. Immi woke up about two hours later, although she was still out of it until the morning. I’ve put my actions down to boyhood curiosity, but as an adult, I know what I did was very wrong and a gross violation of trust. As brother and sister, we have become close in adulthood, and I’ve often thought about confessing what I did that night and apologizing. However, as time went by, and I bottled it time and time again, I decided to let it go.
The curse has been to know what my beautiful sister’s pussy looks like. The image had popped into my head at the most inappropriate times like when she graduated in her cap and gown, at the beach when my memory was potentially visible to anybody who looked at my shorts, her wedding as dad led her down the church aisle, it’s been a curse. I wish I were Catholic so I could go and confess to a priest. So, there you go, my dreadful confession.
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