True story I’d like to share...

My sis and I are 1 year apart in age, I am the oldest. My mom got divorced early on and we never really knew dad. She remarried and my sis and I were adopted by the husband. Nice enough guy when he was in a good mood but he could be very terrible when provoked.

When we were younger we’d get spanked a lot. By today’s standards it was brutal but back then rather ordinary. He wasn’t a drunk, just angry, confused about how to be a good father or maybe I’m just making up excuses for him.

As we grew the beatings got worse but less frequent, as if that is a blessing. One night my dad was dispensing justice his way on my sis and I had to jump in. I asked him to just beat me instead. He did and my beating was many times worse just for volunteering.

My sis was a small girl, I was bigger and thought I could take it. What is worse is my mother would watch and say nothing, do nothing. She’d tell us later that we didn’t know how to respect him as she was negligent in raising us.

This particular beating was most memorable. I was punched and beaten pretty good. I’d have to miss practice a few times and wait for the bruises to go away or have to answer questions.

As I laid in bed my sis came over and was crying. She could just hug me and thank me for taking the beating. Then she kissed me. Any thought of how kinky this was was miles from my mind. She covered me up and told me that any man she’d marry would have to measure up to me. I drifted off to sleep. I was sore.

A few days later our relationship changed. We fought less, she was more agreeable and I noted it. We’d ride our bikes to Lake Michigan and would lay out together. Sometimes we’d do chicken fights with her in a bathing suit on my shoulders. We really became friends then best friends. She’d have a smile for me every day. She was very pretty.

When I got old enough I bought a motorcycle and I took her places. I never complained and she’d pay for gas. Her thing at the time was tanning and she had this nice Farrah Fawcett hairdo. She had this winning smile and I noted that is was for me.

As we’d ride she had ample excuse to hold me. There we were in beach attire, basically denim cutoffs and tank tops, with her with her arms around me and later she would give my cock a little squeeze by accident.

We’d still go to the lake but now she wanted to go down a quarter mile and go behind a sand dune. Over the 20 or so visits we graduated from putting oil on each other the kissing and necking. She one day bought a string bikini she had to put on at the beach shower facility. It was obvious she gave the Bic a workout because I saw her nude a few times. She told me she bought it for me. At this time I knew we were becoming boyfriend/girlfriend and she was very possessive.

Our youngest sister caught us kissing and said we kissed like mommy and daddy. We convinced her otherwise. At this point we talked about our feelings and I told her I was in love with her. She was in love with me. We talked about what we do, do we go to college at the same place, live together, have children. Remember, we are in love, no kink.

We set a date for consummating our love, she is already on the pill due to hormone issues and we arrange a time when mom, dad and their kid are gone. All we have done so far is kiss and neck and maybe see each other nude.

On the night we set aside she chickened out. For me ‘NO’ was no and I loved her enough to respect her. Over a few years she dated as did I. One day something happened and she outright stopped the kissing. And I played by her rules. I loved her.

I wanted to marry her and have babies. Again, all we did was kiss, neck and I would see her nude as I passed the shower. She chilled out, married and we have talked about it. She says I am the sexiest man ever and the reason she never visits by herself is she would wind up fucking me.

I use iPhoto now. It has a nice facial recognition feature. Very often it confuses women I date with sis. Is there a clue here? Personally, I love the gal.

Anyone else with this issue?