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I have a sister a couple of years older than me. When I was about sixteen, I started peeping on her. I wasn’t terribly discreet about it however, and occasionally got caught. She would yell at me, but didn’t do much beyond that. Finally, though, she got fed up, and told our parents. What she said to them was basically that I was just curious, and it would be for both our good if I was moved somewhere farther away from her, so they moved me to the old TV-room downstairs.A few years later, my family was camping, and I accidentally saw her through the tent’s screen window, changing. I stood there watching, as she took off her bra, then her panties. She never even knew I was there. It’s pretty safe to say the whole curiosity thing was way off.Let me describe my sister. Dark hair; sometimes short, sometimes long, but never overly done up. A very voluptuous figure; some might say “fat”, but fuck ’em, they have shitty taste. Large, natural breasts, like F-Cup range, with large, dark brown nipples and aureole. We’re white, so that really stands out. I loved watching them bounce and shake as she walked around, and the way they’d hang from her chest when she bent over. A large, soft ass. An also soft, round belly. Under that, a natural, hairy bush. Without even realizing Çekmeköy escort bayan it, she became my image of perfection.I mostly forgot about it for years, but something some months ago reminded me of it. Some guy online was talking about how he used to peep on his sister, and it made me think of when I used to do that, and suddenly I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and I started catching myself thinking of my sister “in that way”.Me and my sister still see each other and still talk once in a while, so this really messed with my head. I eventually realized I was gonna have to tell her.I met her at her apartment. I told her I needed to tell her something in person. My thinking was, face to face, she might understand better my intent in telling her. “So, what was it you wanted to tell me.””Well,” I could tell I looked severely nervous and apprehensive about coming to her with this, “Do you remember when I used to peep on you?””Um, yeah.” She started to look a little nervous herself. “I-I do remember that.””And you told mom and dad I was just curious?”She sighed. “Yeah.””Well, something I saw recently made me realize that, well, I don’t think it was that.””Are you-are you saying you…had a thing for me?””I-I…yeah. Escort gebze And…well…it also made me realize that, well, uh, I’ve never completely gotten over it. There’s always been this tiny part of me that…wanted you…and well, this realization, well…””You think it came back strong?””Yeah. I know, this really isn’t something you wanted to deal with, and I realize this fucks up our relationship, but…I had to tell you.” My voice wavered a bit at the end there. I was sure she could tell how much this was fucking with me.My sister was silent for a moment, and looked deep in thought, before breathing out sharply, and saying, in a very matter of fact tone, “Okay. Here’s the thing. I never really thought you were “curious”. I knew why you looked at me. That’s why I was so desperate to get rid of you. But, I’ve done a lot of thinking about it since then, and I arrived at this opinion.” She closed her eyes, breathed out sharply again, and opened them, before continuing. “There’s nothing wrong with you having those feelings towards me. There’s nothing wrong with any one having those kinds of desires about a brother or sister. It’s…weird. But there’s nothing wrong with it. And…if you’re having those kinds Şerifali escort of…thoughts…about me…well…” She sighed. “You know that I love you. I mean, I would do anything for you, and I know you’d do the same for me.””Yeah. Of course I would.””I feel that…” She looked down and spoke under her breath. “I can’t believe I’m really saying this.” She looked up. “With the kind of love we have between us, it would not be that inappropriate for us to express it physically. Like, it wouldn’t really be wrong if we, well…””Made love?””Yeah.” I definitely did not see that response coming. “I wanna know what you think. Do you think we should?””I, well, I…” I started stammering, and rubbing my forehead. Finally, my sister cut in.”Uh, look. I’m gonna go to my room. If you want to come with me…” She paused, and then got up and left.I sat there for a moment, in thought. Do I really want this? What if this makes things weird between us? Then again, the confession may have already done that.Finally, I got up.My sister was sitting on her bed. “Have you decided?””Yes.”My sister got up, as I walked over to her. She leaned up, and we kissed. It felt weird at first, but I began to ease up. My sister stopped for a moment, and rubbed my chest. “You okay, baby?” she whispered.”Yeah. This-I like this.”She took her shirt off, revealing a black silk bra, and my cock very quickly expanded to full size. My sister had put on a few pounds, but that didn’t matter; she still looked beautiful to me. She then slid off her jeans, revealing a pair of plain black panties.
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