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My Family
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Straight Male / 27
I Was Crying, But Not Tears Of Joy
As long as I can remember I've been in love with my older sister. We are very close and of course she does not know the nature or the extent of my feelings.
Her wedding was a very hard day for me. I had to watch her walk up the aisle, stunning in a tight wedding dress that pushed up her already ample and perky breasts and showed the curve of her ass.
The ass I had jerked off to hundreds of times growing up. The ass I wanted to fuck, not only because it is so beautiful but also because I am a responsible person. If I had ever gotten to fuck my sister, I know it would not have been safe for us to have a baby, hence my desire to part those cheeks and make love to her anally.
During my speech at the reception, I broke down and cried. The guests thought these were tears of joy, but tears of hopelessness would have been more like it.
I had had to witness her husband hold her hand, put his hands on her body, kiss her, and the worst, look into her eyes and smile intimately. I imagined that he had already been inside her. Free of the risks from shares genes, he had probably taken her pussy. The pussy that should have been mine!
Remembering our shared upbringing and thinking of the cycle of life that she and her husband would soon be completing made me so deeply sad that I couldn't hold back the tears.
In that crushing moment I was grateful to my high school drama teacher, of all people. The acting techniques he'd taught me allowed me to smile through my tears. Had I broken down completely at the lectern, my sister, her husband, and their guests would have figured out my secret. She would never have forgiven me.
Of course I hope their marriage succeeds. I always want my sister to be happy.
If for some reason the marriage ends, maybe that will be the time for me to confess my love to her. Then I would know once and for all whether my feelings of ¡ncestuous love were reciprocal.
In a way I hope the day never comes, because if she said no, I would lose the only woman I desire.
Nobody comes close to my older sister, the woman of my dreams.
Her wedding was a very hard day for me. I had to watch her walk up the aisle, stunning in a tight wedding dress that pushed up her already ample and perky breasts and showed the curve of her ass.
The ass I had jerked off to hundreds of times growing up. The ass I wanted to fuck, not only because it is so beautiful but also because I am a responsible person. If I had ever gotten to fuck my sister, I know it would not have been safe for us to have a baby, hence my desire to part those cheeks and make love to her anally.
During my speech at the reception, I broke down and cried. The guests thought these were tears of joy, but tears of hopelessness would have been more like it.
I had had to witness her husband hold her hand, put his hands on her body, kiss her, and the worst, look into her eyes and smile intimately. I imagined that he had already been inside her. Free of the risks from shares genes, he had probably taken her pussy. The pussy that should have been mine!
Remembering our shared upbringing and thinking of the cycle of life that she and her husband would soon be completing made me so deeply sad that I couldn't hold back the tears.
In that crushing moment I was grateful to my high school drama teacher, of all people. The acting techniques he'd taught me allowed me to smile through my tears. Had I broken down completely at the lectern, my sister, her husband, and their guests would have figured out my secret. She would never have forgiven me.
Of course I hope their marriage succeeds. I always want my sister to be happy.
If for some reason the marriage ends, maybe that will be the time for me to confess my love to her. Then I would know once and for all whether my feelings of ¡ncestuous love were reciprocal.
In a way I hope the day never comes, because if she said no, I would lose the only woman I desire.
Nobody comes close to my older sister, the woman of my dreams.
