I love my sister. And she loves me. We are really close to each other. We share everything with each other. We are a loving couple first, siblings second. But it hasn’t always been like that. We had a rough start with each other. We couldn’t stand each other for the bigger part of our lives — in case you might ask yourself, I am 34 and she is 32 years old now, on the day I write those lines. We were constantly at each others throats. Constantly fighting to get our parent’s attention. It was around four years ago when it all began to change. When we began to see each other in a very different way. But believe me, it didn’t happen over night.
A fucking tragedy kicked it all off, started a new chapter in the relationship between me and my sister: Our parents died in a very tragic car accident four years ago. Both of them 58 years old. When I received the message, I had a major breakdown. I struggled. It was the low point of my life. It nearly killed me. I was close to my parents.
But luckily my friends were there for me. They spent countless hours talking with me. Trying everything to bring me back on my feet. And it worked. Not over night, but with time my mental state got better until I was back up and running again.
My parents funeral was at a time when I still was far away from being up and running. During preparation for the funeral I had to deal with my sister. She looked like a wreck too. She latter told me that she was a wreck. But I think we didn’t exchange more than ten words during the organization phase and the event itself. We more or less communicated through friends and relatives. We were barely able to stand each other’s presence.
After the funeral sis and I went back to our lives. Hoping that our paths wouldn’t cross again in the near future. Or at any other points in our lives. But we had to deal with our parent’s estate. And no, they left no will. Because they clearly weren’t planing on dying in the foreseeable future. We both brought our lawyers with us. Splitting up the money, no problem. But sis and I both wanted their inner city apartment. No, it wasn’t our childhood home, our parent’s moved in there after their children had moved out. It just was a kick ass place in the hippest part of your city.
The battle was hard, the battle was long, the arguing was brutal, but in the end, no real winner was on the field. The ownership was split 50:50 between me and my sister. Great, now I co-owned my dream place with one of the few persons I couldn’t stand at all: My sister. I had to get her out of my place.
So I came up with the great idea to move in the place. I contacted my landlord, terminated my current rental contract and called in some friends to help me move. Three days later my stuff was in my new place. I took over the master bedroom and began to make myself a home.
And I came to the following realization: Fuck, I love that place. It is just awesome. The views and everything. Even the furniture. My parents really had taste. I had a blast. I fucking loved living in it. My girlfriend loved it too when she came over for a visit. I was the happiest guy on Earth.
For about four days. Then sis moved in. It was her right to do. It was her place too. And, Bodrum Escort yes she executed the same plan as a I did. Moving in to somehow get the other one out. We kept our shit together as long as her moving helpers were around. But as soon as they left, we were at each others throats.
We still wonder up to this day why no one has killed the other. In the end, no one had the upper hand. Two angry pissed off people closed doors behind them as loud as anyhow possible. But we were stuck with each other for some time, because she has terminated her rental contract too. We both urged the other one to search for a new place, to move out. But none of us dared to go out apartment hunting. We wanted the place we recently moved in.
In the following days we tried to avoid each other as much as possible. We were either hiding in our bedrooms — sis took over the guest bedroom — or were tolerating each other in the kitchen. The silence between the two of us was painful. But we two were — and are — stubborn enough to pull it trough. Things were easier when one of our partners, or even they two of them were around. They got along pretty well and communicated for my sister and me.
But sis and I had to talk at a certain point. There was no way around. We had to organize our living together in the same flat. To keep the place up and running. To organize simple things like cleaning or getting the trash out. The keep the place from falling a part. From turning it into every cockroaches wet dream. We really had to pull our shit together to meet up in the kitchen, over some takeout pizza, and to split up household chores between the two of us.
To my surprise, and to hers too, the plan just worked. Everyone did his part. Without complaining — probably because complaining would have meant talking with the other, but who cares — about anything. Yes, I shared many places with many people up tot that point in my live, but it never worked out that great. Sis had the same experience.
And besides the fact that sharing our place worked out work wise, running into each other got less painful. We even began to say hi when meeting in the kitchen or in the living room. Yes, we began to spent time in our living room. Not together, but we not were only using the kitchen, our bedrooms and our bathrooms anymore. And it worked. No one beat the shit out of the other one. You could say, we got used to each others presence.
A few weeks later, my sister, her boyfriend, my girlfriend and me gathered together in our huge living room. We were there to watch a game. Our SOs set it up. At my sister’s and my place. Because we had the biggest living room. And the biggest TV. Sis and I were at a point were we got along. We weren’t best friends, but well, we weren’t at each others throats anymore. And her boyfriend, we were cool since the first day we met.
The evening went great. We had some genuine laughs, we had great food and some drinks. Then they game started. Luckily we all were cheering for the same team. Don’t ask me if our team has won or not, I just don’t remember.
Then my sister’s boyfriend left the room. He went to the bathroom. A few minutes later my girlfriend joined in. Nothing Bodrum Escort Bayan suspicious at all. Sis and I kept watching the game. Five minutes passed by, ten minutes passed by. No one came back. Sis and I looked at each other. We both decided to check on our SOs. Maybe something was wrong. Maybe something happened to them.
Sis went into her bedroom, checked her bathroom if her boyfriend was in it, but she found no one. I was checking the guest bathroom. Empty too. We went into my bedroom, to check my bathroom together. Already fearing the worst: Are they two fucking each other?
We got the confirmation for our assumption after we entered my room. Fucking noises were in the air. The clearly originated from my bathroom door. Sis and I stopped for a few brief moments. We decided to catch them in the act. We were already pissed off to a point far beyond any reason.
I opened the bathroom door. Clothes were scattered everywhere. It smelled like sex. Moans and other fucking noises were filling the air. In the middle of the room, my girlfriend was kneeling in front of my sister’s boyfriend. His cock was down her throat, balls deep. She was gagging on his rock hard dick. He used and abused her. She loved it. He looked pretty happy too. Until he saw me and my sister standing in the door frame.
Panic was in his eyes. He pulled out his cock. He desperately tried to cover himself up. My girlfriend did the same in the moment she realized that they two got caught. Sis and I both told them, in a very nice and gentle way, to get the fuck out. Needless to say, my sister and I were single again. Our SOs were history.
After they two were out of our place, sis and I went back to the living room. We turned off the TV, grabbed a drink and began to rant about our former lovers. We drank a lot, emotions came up, one minute we were singing songs together, the next minute we were crying, a classic post break up drinking night. But it changed the relationship sis and I had with each other. We began to open up to another. We got a little bit closer to each other in that damn awful night.
The next day was interesting. Two totally destroyed and hung over people ran into each other while searching the kitchen for something to eat. Luckily there were left overs from the night before, because our guest had to leave early. Sis and I sat down in the kitchen, eating and talking. Talking for the first time since forever. It was the totally right thing to do. And we had a lot to talk about. From that day on, we met up nearly every day for a talk. No, not only heavy stuff, casual stuff like complaining about the long row in our favorite coffee shops too. Or just some chit chat about people we know. And yes, something clicked between the two of us.
Due the fact that my sister and me were just betrayed by our better halves, we weren’t in the mood to join the dating scene again. Not now. We were in the mood to hang out with friends. To go out and drink, to go to concerts, to do stuff without looking for someone to hook up with.
But we both were at an age were people were busy with their lives: They either were in committed relationships — some of them had their first kids Escort Bodrum — or were desperately trying to get into a committed relationship. So getting out with our friends, just to have fun, was a next to impossible task to do for the two of us. So we came up with the great idea to do the stuff we wanted to do together. Just sis and me. And it worked out great. Totally stress free. I asked her, or she asked me if the other one wanted to do something together. The answer was a simple yes or no. If it was a yes, it just happened.
Sis and I had a great time together. We went to cheer for our team, watched some nice movies — interestingly we had the same taste — or just went out exploring the new restaurant that had opened up in the far far away part of our city. Yes, we got closer during that time. We got really fucking close to each other. We began to fall for each other. It was time for a talk. A serious one.
It was a difficult conversation. We both struggled to speak out that we were falling for each other. Because brothers and sisters are not supposed to have that feelings for each other. We argued a little bit. We battled against our conscience. We fought with our feelings. In the end, the feelings one. We decided to go for it. To just let go and see where we will end up.
So we kept on going. We kept spending most of our free time with each other. Yes, things changed. We were always finding ways to be as close to each other as possible. In a physical way. We loved it when our bodies touched. It just felt great. It felt right. We got more touchier. Hugged each other as often as possible. And we began to cuddle while watching TV in the living room.
At first we just were sitting next to each other. Then we shared a blanket. Our hands beneath it carefully touching, exploring each others bodies. We did that more than once. Until one day we looked each other in the eyes. Then our lips were touching. A few gentle, shy kisses. That turned into passionate kissing. All of a sudden hands were everywhere. On my dick, on my ass, on her boobs, on her ass, between her legs. A blanket was flying trough the air. Followed by some cozy stay at home clothes. And some underwear.
Damn it, her boobs were beautiful. I had to play with them. I had to suck on them. She loved my doing. One of her hands was stroking up and down my dick while I was sucking on her tits. I was more than just rock hard.
Less than a minute later my rock hard dick was sliding in her dripping wet swollen pussy. She placed herself above me and guided me in. She rode me cowgirl. My hands were still on her tits. Her pussy wrapped herself around my dick. It felt great. For me, and for her.
She rode herself towards an orgasm. Tension build up. Her body began to tremble. My balls began to ache. My dick was ready to explore. It felt beyond great.
And then, one last thrust. One last up and down. And boom. My balls emptied themselves inside her. I creamed my sisters pussy. She came with me. A loud moan left her trembling body. Then she collapsed onto me. With a very satisfied expression on her face.
After our first time we kept on cuddling. Kissing. And fucking. Yes, we still do that stuff now, about three years later. We still are a loving couple. Doing couple things, spending our lives together. And not giving a shit about what the others might thing about us. Thanks for reading my long story. Have a nice day.
Yes it is a made up story. I hope you enjoyed your read. Have a nice day.