I confess that my sister and I had sex (once) 3 years ago, but things started long before that, and I have a feeling they're not over...

Let me begin by saying I'm positive that most incest "confessions" online (at least those supposed to be erotic) are fake. They all start with some cliché situation, cheesy dialogue that the author somehow remembers word for word, and only seem written for the entertainment of others. Maybe it's more obvious to me, but I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. So, let me at least promise you that I'm not drooling at I write this, concocting some half-assed story to get your attention. I'm writing this because I've never told anyone, and I just need to put the words out there. I thought a site like this would be a good place to do it, as our identities can stay anonymous. (And on that note, no I will not a post a picture of her or me for "proof." After confessing something like this, I'm not going to risk either of our identities and potentially ruin our lives.)

With that said, I guess I should start with the basics. I'm now 20 years old, and my sister is two years younger than I am. In the fall I'll be in my third year of college and she'll be starting college, but I'll get to that later. I'll try to sum up our relationship from the beginning: we were kind of typical siblings when we were younger. Being a boy, I couldn't relate to her all that much... we had different friends, were interested in different things, and only really hung out together when we did things as a family. I tried to assert myself as the older brother sometimes, and while I feel bad about it now, I admit I was kind of mean to her. Not overly mean, but the typical sort of sibling bullying and rivalry you'd expect, I suppose.

Our relationship started to change around the time she was 12 and I was 14. I had always thought of her as just a girl who happened to be my sister. I never really tried to bond with her before, or even see the similarities between us. But she started to come out of her shell in middle school, getting her own identity, dressing a certain way, hanging out with certain people, and I realized that she was actually pretty cool. Now, when I say "cool" I don't mean popular or trendy. If anything, she was kind of nerdy with a small group of similar friends (like me). So to me, she was a cool person - someone I'd actually want to talk to and hang out with. It's not like I immediately just took an interest in her, but we gradually started talking more and wasting time together. If she was reading in her room, I might bring a book of my own in or my Gameboy, and we'd sit around. When I was on the computer, she'd sometimes sit on my bed and talk to me. It wasn't like a desperate need to talk or for attention; we were just realizing that we actually enjoyed each other's company.

Within a year or so, we were close. She was inviting me to hang out with her friends when they went to the mall, and I was comfortable telling her the sort of things I would only tell my best friend, or sometimes not even him. At the same time, I was starting to see that she was becoming a really pretty girl. I won't go into too much detail, but I'll just say that she has a very cute, sweet look, along with beautifully full lips (something I'm a sucker for). I was kind of glad her friends were a tight knit group of mostly unpopular kids, because I thought she was attractive and funny enough to get a lot more attention if she wanted to, and I didn't want her with that sort of crowd. Anyway, all this made me want to keep spending time with her, and I even found myself wishing she weren't my sister, because she was exactly the sort of girl I'd want to go out with.

Fast forward another year. We're on our annual family vacation, on our way to our main vacationing spot. It was a two-day trip, so the first night required a stay in a small hotel that was on the way. Before we got there, my dad had said that he booked two adjoining rooms, but each room only had one king bed. He said the hotel could probably bring in one of those rolling, unfolding beds for us, but I told him it was okay. (Side-note: I almost always sleep better on hard surfaces. Even when I was little, I often preferred to sleep on the floors of hotels, as the beds were too soft and I couldn't sleep. I assumed I would just do the same thing this time, even if there were another bed available.) When it was time to stay at the hotel that night, I was dragging a pillow and blanket onto the floor for myself when my sister laughed at me and told me I should just sleep on the bed. I told her I'd probably hate it anyway, and it was fine for her to have it to herself. But she insisted that I might as well try it, since it was more than big enough for two people, and I could always go to the floor if I didn't like it. I agreed that it was worth a shot, and just like that I found myself sleeping next to her in bed.

Now, this in and of itself was not weird or problematic. We weren't even touching, and she falls asleep a lot quicker than I do. However, much later that night, I awoke to find myself cuddled up against her, my mouth at her neck. It took me a moment to realize what had happened, since I'd obviously been asleep, but I was horrified at the idea that I'd been unconsciously kissing her. I was praying I was wrong, and for one long minute I just stayed there, frozen, hoping she'd roll over or something. Then, almost like a dream, I felt her nuzzle up against me and whisper...

"More."

I couldn't tell if she was asleep or if she was consciously talking to me, so I responded, "What?"

She paused, then spoke a little louder and more clearly, as if proving she was awake. "Keep kissing my neck. It feels good."

If anything more was said that night, I don't remember it. But I distinctly remember doing as she asked, and I kissed along her neck for a long time. I sucked at it a little, kissed up to her cheek and back down, doing the only thing she'd given me permission to do. And all the while, she lay there, sometimes snuggling her body into mine and grabbing my hand, holding it. I didn't know if she wanted anything else, but she was clearly awake and as happy as I was. After maybe 10 minutes (it felt much longer, but I'm trying to be objective), she turned to face me, and caught my lips with hers in a soft kiss. I couldn't believe what was happening, but there was no way I was going to ignore it. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure she could feel it. I kissed her back slowly. I had only kissed one girl before, so I didn't even know if I was doing it well, but I held her in the kiss, trying my best to make her happy. Neither of us broke the kiss, and it gradually developed into one long make-out session. I can't tell how long it lasted, but it felt like it was hours. We were both inexperienced, but I knew we had almost perfect chemistry; it was like we knew what we both liked, and I couldn't have imagined anyone being better. Throughout the night, I had such an obvious erection, and she obviously felt it, but we ignored it and made out until we were so exhausted we had to stop and get some rest.

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On the Christmas eve of 2012 I was at my family friends house, drinking and eating a roast etc. I had been talking online with my best friends sister for some time prior, casual innocuous talk about boys, school and stuff (BTW I'm 19 and she's 15), and was at her house that night, along with her, her brother and family - along with my family and one other. We all got quite drunk and retired to my friends room; there was a large group but the number started to dwindle as the night went on. After a while my friend passed out and it was just myself, the sister and her brother. We began to watch a movie, all on separate chairs, but a blanket covering myself and the sister. I was quite drunk and playfully stroked her feet and fingered her sock bands, after she extended them onto my lap under the cover - she seemed to be unaffected by this, not registering it at all. Her brother fell asleep on the chair, head tilted back mouth open. We spoke for a short while deliberating over what to do now - both being fairly drunk still. We decided to start another film but put the laptop on the floor and lay down. We were laying in a spoon position - I had to peer over her body to see the screen - but not touching, quite distant from one and other. She was re-adjusting the laptop for a better place and the cable was accidentally pulled - it turned off and it applied complete invisibility to the room. He disembodied voice declared we should go to bed. I thought she was then going to leave to her own room. She did. But returned a few minutes later with a bundle of blankets and resumed the position she was previously in, laying next to me. We didn't talk after that, assuming the guise of attempting to sleep. Throughout this period we would shuffle and accidentally graze or touch one and other. Mistaking cover for her garments I would finger them, hoping her flesh would be perceptible through the fabric. It came to a point where I knew we were facing each other, although completely dark, I could feel her breath and heart beat - it was pacing. I was still quite drunk, and although I knew my friend and his brother were only metres away, I moved closer to her lips. I knew what the implications of my actions could potentially be, but I knew she wanted it and so did I. I rubbed my lip gently against hers to see first if she really did mind, but she remained and instead persed her lips and we kissed; her lips were slightly dry and it started very gently, presumably both knowing how wrong what were doing was. After a few seconds of his I rested my hand on her hips and pulled her a little closer to me, I could tell from the way she extended her hand she was supried to, and definetley not used to, the strength. [I should describe what she looks like: average height but proportional athletic build, nubile perky bum,small a cups, also quite waisty but thin, Half Asian, Glasses, cute face.] We started to kiss as if she was any girl, and the groping followed. For a long while I was cautious, never going under clothing, certainly not going near her breats. After a while started to feel her skin; stomach and lower back. After feeling no objections I moved on to her bum, over clothes. It is the one part I had always had tactile fantasies about (I saw her bum through her semi-transluscent pj bottoms, breifly exposed to intense light rendering them apparently fully translusent, once on a holiday a year and a half before that started our conversations.)I hovered over it registering the perfect and un-suprisingly tough contours of her bum. I squeezed and ran my finger over her crack. She now started to reciprocate the touching, but in a very evidently inexperienced way, flinging her arm around me, limp hugging and the likes. After a while of this enveloping each other, and me spending an inordinate amount of time groping her clothed bum, I decided to put my hand into her trousers and feel her bare ass (during this she was prostrate, facing and kissing me.) It was soft and it felt divine. I ran my hands up and down her - she must have been very aware from my rapidity and force I was making the most of the time - and after a while wanted to atleast get a feel of her tits. I was doing the usual routine of bum to waist and up to the ribs, where I would usually begin to repeat the procedure, but this time continued until I reached the edge of her bra. At this she started and pulled my hand down. After this, I abandoned hope of that and continued as usual. The form was quite small against mine and at lapses of kissing, we would assume lover's positions and in one of them fell aleep. Regrettably. I woke the next morning and she wasn't laying next to me, i walked about the house and it turned out she had gone out. I took this oppurtunity to leave. This has since happened 2 more times and we have remained in virtual contact. If anybody wants to hear I am eager to get it off my chest - this expounding has a distinct taste of shame.

I am 23 male, my best friend is 21 female and has a boyfriend.

Last week I took her on a picnic in a near by park. That lasted for 5 hours. Most of the time we just lane in the shade and talked about everything and nothing. Quite often dirty jokes and thoughts. Later on we packed up the stuff and took a walk around the park till the sun went down.

We then headed back to my place to watch a movie. This time it was Star Wars 3 because she wants to watch them in chronological order. At the same time we played a drinking game. After taking 5 half shots of vodka she gave up. After the movie was over I offered to give her a massage like I normaly do, but this time I bought oil to use.

She said she would strip down to her bra and panties, and I said that's fine if I can undo the bra to keep it out of the way. So she got in to position and I began to massage. I worked over her body one part at a time. Starting with her shoulders I rubbed from her neck all the way Down to her panties and back. Getting ever inch of her covered in oil. She commented on how great it felt and how nice the oil smelt. I kept going at a slow pase doing each arm next. Then one leg then the other. Followed by a foot rub. After all of her back was covered I asked if she would like me to do her front too.

She rolled over but made sure to keep her lose bra over her brests. This time I started with her arms. Very slowly working each limb over again. One arm, then the other, followed by each leg. Finally as I finished with her legs she asked if it was time for the last part. I said yes and she removed her bra.

At first I avoided contact with the nipples, and focused on the clavicle, stomach and sides. After a whitle I said if you want I can add your boobs to the massage. She replayed by saying I could do what ever I want. So after adding more oils to her chest I too one in each hand and massaged them just as I did with every other naked inch of her skin. Each nipple getting very hard as I rubbed them. Then after a good amount of time passed I finished up.

As she put her shirt back on I remarked that I wished I could have had her butt as part of the massage. She said that I could still rub it with out oil over her panties. I then took her up on that. Of all her body her ass may be the most sexy part, and it was so soft to rub even with out the oil. It was very late by then and we went to sleep in separate beds. But before we dozed off she asked me to make sure she got up to her alarm at 9am.

At around 9:30 after her alarm went off for the 3rd time I got up and went to her bed asking if I could lay with her for a bit. She moved over to let me in. We lane front to back with me behind her. Like most mornings I was horny. And I let my free hand wonder over her front. First above her shirt, and then below. I started mainly on her stomach but gave her boobs a small feal. Then my hand moved over her panties. She said nothing to stop me so I started to rub her clothed lips and clit. After a while I asked if it felt good. She weekly said yes. I then asked if she would let me go under her panties. She said no, still weak in her voice. After still longer I then said what would be the harm if I put my hand under. She said nothing, so I decided to take a chance.

I slipped my hand under her panties and over her hair covered pubic mound and found her clit hood. Her legs had opened a bit wider for me as I began to rub her pussy. My fingers soon found there way into her vagina and fingered her very wet hole. My fingers slipped so smoothly between her pussy lips and back up to her clit. I asked her if I was going to make her cum, and she said Probobly. I then asked how soon? She said very. In less than a minute from that she started to shake all over, her vagina squeezed around my finger and she had shorter and heavier breaths.

After that we did our normal think of her taking a shower and me making some quick breakfast before she left.

Hopefully more to come soon!

I confess after reading the Pool Girl chapters I have gotten some Ideas and begain to take steps with my own daughter, who is 2 years older than pool girl. First, I bought a new swim suit that I know shows my cock when I sit just right as well as some similar shorts to wear around the house.I have caught her looking a lot! Also, I let her catch me staring at her pussy while she is wearing a swimsuit or loose shorts. At first, nothin, but the past few days a lot of times when she catches me looking she spreads her legs wide like she wants to give me a view. Yesterday i could see her panties when she opened her legs and even told her so. She just blushed and said she didn't care. I hope she takes the hint of me not wearing underwear and goes without panties.I also notice she sits on my lap a lot more than she used to and I try to put my arms arond her and casually let my hands land on her tittys, or at least where they will be sprouting from. I hanen't got brave enough to put my hand on top of her pussy yet.