Bro And Sis Fucking Daily.

It was only a matter of time. My sister and I were having full blown sex including creampies daily. Sometimes we had long sex sessions. We had a single mother that worked long hours, so we had long hours alone. We weren't lover's although sometimes we would kiss like we were if we happened to both cun at the same time. At just a year older than she was, we practically experienced all kinds of things around the same time. This includes having each other as our first. We were proper fuck buddies. This varied in frequency over time, lasting several years. We both were great at hiding it. We used our real friends names instead of each other when talking to our mother about sex. She had my sister on birth control, thinking she had started having sex with her boyfriend, but I was the only one fucking her. We had been super risky without any protection before then. Anyway, we had several close calls over the years. One time we were on the lounge watching TV. Our mother was home but busy, so we started getting each other going. We had a blanket to hide under, just in case our mother walked in, which she did. Unfortunately, we weren't paying enough attention, and she walked in quietly. Basically, she thought we were misbehaving and wanted to catch what we were doing. So she was sneeky. She didn't expect our misbehaving to end up being fucking each other on the couch, but there we were. I still don't know how long she stood right in front of us before she made a coughing noise to get our attention. We both froze, immediately looked up and were totally exposed (I later overhead her on the phone to our father, who she didn't enjoy talking to, telling him, "No. I could see everything, clearly. They were spooning and having unprotected sex. I'm telling you they weren't using a condom. They were both facing me and looking like they were both about to have an orgasm, eyes closed, and the look on their faces when the finally noticed me. They almost died. I could have killed them both. With my look. They knew they had messed up. You have to help me with this. Hr has to live with you. They can't be trusted together." That same night, My father picked me up. He said nothing other than orders. Like, "Pass me that bag. Get in the car. Put your seatbelt on." Once we drove off he got around the corner and pulled over. I knew this wasn't good and stared straight ahead. Then her turned towards me and punched me in the face. My eye was swollen shut the next morning. He didn't just tap me. I saw stars, and it felt like he broke my cheek. I was working at his building site the next morning, and he told me if anyone asked, to say I was fighting with the neighbourhood punks (as he called them) and my mother couldn't take any more. Within 2 weeks I had run away when he wasn't looking and went straight back to my mother's house, hoping to talk to my sister. I ran all the way. About 15 minutes later I arrived to see the house clearly vacant, with a for lease sign in the front yard. They had gone! I then ran back hoping my father hadn't got back from getting lunch, hoping he hadn't noticed my absence. I made it with less than 5 minutes spare. We also moved, and I didn't dare ask where my mother and sister had moved to. Now we were really separated. I never once spoke or saw my sister or mother again. A few months later, took off and went to a mates house. Thankfully his father let me stay. None of our old friends or neighbours had any information about where my sister was. I searched I've actually never stopped looking for them. 30+ years later.
Now that's how I destroyed my happiness.