Sex With My Sister Always Feels So Bittersweet

We've been in love for a long time. After our parents caught us, there was a lot of family therapy. They sent me to a summer camp to wean me off ¡ncestuous desire.

My sister and I stayed apart for a time. It was agonizing watching her date guys from school. For my part, I couldn't successfully date. I'd be making out with a girl but immediately fantasizing about sis.

One day we were home and talking and she mentioned the boy she was dating. I just started bawling my eyes out. Months of sadness and loneliness and desire poured out. She comforted me. We kissed. It was as if no time had passed and she had never been with other boys.

We made love. We didn't care what adults said. They couldn't understand.

Our parents caught us again, but even they had to concede that I was doing much better when I could be with sis. They laid down some ground rules for us to continue, the main one being that we could not have a baby.

They gave my sister an IUD for her birthday, so at last we were free from worry.

Paradoxically, the freedom to love each other brought home the impossibility of our situation. Our parents might have reached a point of grudging acceptance, but the rest of the world would remain forever hostile to our relationship.

Now I was able to date, knowing that the special bond my sister and I have would always be there.

We married other people but at family gatherings we still sneak away to be together. We sext every day and masturbate together on Skype. (Now that it's closed, we use Zoom.)

Our couplings are always so bittersweet. Like Shakespeare's star-crossed lovers, we realize we can never be together in the outside world.