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I still can’t believe this happened. I left for work this morning before they both woke up because I cannot face the shame of talking to them and I don’t know how to even begin the conversation when I get home. What am I gonna say? It was incest. Fuck. That’s the shame part. But I’ll be damned if last night hasn’t played in my mind over and over and over again this morning. My panties are drenched and I want to cum so badly I’m literally aching to relive that experience. More shame. Anyways, I’m ashamed. I’m turned on. I think I’m addicted now. It’s all I can think of. I found it so hot and I need to write this all down.

A little background. My sister is staying with us for 9 whole days. She got a job offer where we live and she needed a place to stay while her apartment lease opens up. I love my sister, so I offered that she stay with us until she can move in. I tell my husband the same day and I swear to god, I saw a glint in his eyes. The perv has all the time had a crush on my sister but I didn’t mind – I wondered it was just an innocent crush. We’re all responsible adults who were brought up right. That’s where alcohol comes in. Because, of course.

After some sauna, some wine, some cocktails, some edibles (we go hard on Mondays, apparently), and the late hour, my husband decides to call it a night and go to bed. I chat with my sister for a few more minutes, and she too, decides to go to bed. I stay up for an extra 10 minutes to do some dishes and finally go upstairs to go to sleep. I get to the stairs and I hear moan. I go up some more stairs and the moaning gets louder. My heart sinks and I’m hoping that it’s just my sister masturbating in the guest room. Nope. It’s coming from our room. I burst in, and sure as shit, my husband is pounding my sister on our bed. I flip out. Neither of them seem concerned, which adds to my anger and shock.

That’s when it happened. My husband awakened a part of me that I don’t know what to do with. I’m at the side of the bed telling him to get off of her and he tells me to be quiet, be a good girl, and sit over there until he’s finished. He then goes back to kissing my sister and starts pounding again. I’m shocked. I drunk. I’m high. What the fuck is going on? So, like a little bitch, I sit down on our bed bench and wait for them to finish. I didn’t know what I was thinking, or maybe I wasn’t. A couple more minutes pass and I hear that he’s gonna cum. I turn around and I want to tell him to not cum but nothing comes out of my mouth. No words. Nothing. Just a little whimper. I get a front row seat as my sister wraps her legs around my husband and he comes. They both moan and yell and I can hear them kissing and I hear the wetness of her pussy.

No. That’s my man. Who the fuck is this bitch? I’ve taken care of him in sickness, in injuries, gone on dates with him, spent time with him, he’s my best friend, he’s my husband, he’s MINE. I push my husband off of her, and there’s no real way to say it except to say it. I ate out my sister’s pussy. In my drunken, high stupor I decided that what I needed to do was suck his cum out of her pussy. That’s my cum. My sister yanks on my hair and brings me up to her face and sticks her tongue in my mouth and begins kissing me. More shame. I begin rubbing her clit. She starts fingering me. We kiss with my husband’s cum in our mouths, we finger each other, we cum with each other. Holy shit. She goes to her room, my husband has a stupid, fucking smile on his face, and I fall asleep.

It’s day 3 of 9. What the fuck am I gonna do? I’m so horny thinking about it. I’m so ashamed. It was incest. We’re not some fucking hillbillies in Alabama, we’re typical people with typical jobs and typical lives. I’m ready for everyone to call this story a fake, or to get my inbox flooded, or whatever. I needed to get this off my chest and I cannot exactly tell family or friends. So…….. yeah! That happened.

NSFW: yes

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