HungBlkBottom wrote:I can't single it out, but the first 3 things to come to mind when I read this title was
1) Had sex with a pastor (not my personal one) in his church immediately before an evening service
2) Got DPed at a pool party in front of a group of people
3) Gave an Uber driver head in traffic on the freeway
Those all certainly qualify!
Well, here goes. I fucked my Sister. Multiple times. Now this requires some context.
We did not grow up together. She's 4 years my senior, and was put up for adoption by my Mom, who was single and young at the time and already had a son. When she became an adult, she found and reached out to my Mom. My Mom wanted nothing to do with her. But she also reached out to my Brother, who did. He flew out to meet her (all the way across the country) and they became close, though their relationship has been volatile over the years. In truth they're too much alike. Me? I was young and my Sister respected my Mom's wishes to stay away from me. We talked maybe once or twice over the years, with her still feeling awkward about meeting while my Mom was alive. I was Mom's favorite (I think she felt guilty about putting my Sister up for adoption, and as a result spoiled me rotten; more or less seeing me as some flawless blessing, which I certainly was not. At least not the former), and my Sister didn't want to try and have a relationship with me with that in the way.
Fast forward to my Mom's funeral. She had moved closer by this point, and she ended up attending. That was the first time we'd met. Strange place to meet a sibling, right? But it would be 10 more years before we got together under "normal" circumstances. Somehow a meet-up meant to begin the formation of a brother/sister relationship ended up with me cumming in her mouth. To say the least it was
not what we'd had in mind when the day began. This kind of relationship continued for the next year or so, even after meeting her family. We became close and I became a part of their lives. Eventually it stopped. It wasn't some mutually agreed upon thing. It just... stopped. We have never discussed the whys, and I've remained a part of my new family and just recently returned from a stay over the Christmas holiday.
It's not something I'm looking to reignite, but honestly it's not something that I regret or am ashamed of either.