THEY CALL IT "WRONG". - Sex Stories

THEY CALL IT "WRONG".

My step-s****r and I had a strange relationship, growing up. Well, not strange, per se, but definitely on the "taboo" side of things, according to religio-societal structuring. Siblings, whether by bl**d or their parents' marriage, should never engage in any form of sexual relationships with one another. Never. It's wrong. It's sinful. Yeah, right. Like we should all just blindly abide by the decree of some decrepit old men wearing cassocks. Oh, but it's sinful. It's perverted. You'll go to hell! This coming from men who have allegedly sworn off any form of sexual activity whatsoever, yet who were later found to be m*****ing young boys. Of course, not to mention that their holy book is filled with all sorts of relations between fathers and their daughters, multitudes of wives, and lest we forget about that whole creation story where the supposed first two only initially had sons... The whole thing was a lie that had been fed to us for generations. No, what we found out was the truth behind that lie...a truth that they don't want anyone to know. We found freedom. We referred to it as a "special" relationship with one another...a truly liberating one, indeed, but because of how society dictates what is "right" and "wrong" in that regard, we can't share our knowledge of the truth with anyone. How hypocritical is that? Let me explain. You see, my step-s****r is two years older than me, and we lived in a mobile home up in the northern states with my step-b*****r, step-mother, and ...

... father. I hadn't come to live with them until I was just f******n years old, after suffering for three years under the yoke of an abusive step-father, a mother that had always seemed more saddled with me than ever really caring, and an estranged s****r that wanted nothing to do with me. Oh, there were a few times that my s****r tried to give a shit. She showed me how to groom horses. She let me try to play her guitar and showed me a few chords. But everything else was...awkward, to say the least. She talked down to me in order to build herself up. She laughed at me when my mother gave me her hand-me-down jeans. Hell, there was even once when I was seven years old that she even tried to coerce me into having sex with her and her friend, but none of us even knew what the fuck we were doing. All we wound up doing was to rub our naked bodies together. I wasn't even hard and had no clue that this could have been an interesting afternoon, and she never did buy me the toy she said she would if I did this. Bitch. After living with just my mother and s****r for those years following my parents' divorce, the distance between us all just grew and grew and I found that I didn't even know how to react with anyone. I doubted myself, so I withdrew to the treehouse I had built, my drawings, and my toys. I was always told that I needed to find friends, but our nearest neighbors were a half-mile away! Good call, "mom". Then, the asshole from the Navy entered our lives. My s****r moved out at ...