Sex With My Sister (Book 5 Chapter 3) - Sex Stories

Sex With My Sister (Book 5 Chapter 3)

... relationship, I want them to know why we approve. I want them to know about what we’ve done. The whole story.” Emma said. I hadn’t factored that in. My mother would undoubtedly want to know why Emma and I approved of her and Uncle Paul getting back together. New questions plagued my mind. Would she approve ultimately of what Emma and I were doing because of what she and her brother did, or did she feel that what they did was a mistake? If she did think it was a mistake, why didn’t she put us up for adoption, or have us aborted? If she didn’t approve of us, would we be able to keep what we were bound to end up doing a secret from her and the rest of the family? “Cyrus.” Emma said, snapping me back to reality. “No matter what happens, I don’t wanna lose what we’re building here. I don’t want to lose us.” Emma told me. “Neither do I. But we have to break it in a way that she won’t object.” I said. “In a way that she can’t object.” “How long do you think we have until all of this starts going down?” Emma asked me. “If we leave the door open, she’ll want to talk to us in the morning.” I said. “If we wait on that, we’ll miss our chance.” “Yeah. She might just lock up the door again, and think that she left the room this way.” Emma said. “So what was in that photo album?” I asked. “You know, I never looked.” Emma said. Emma reached over and picked up the photo album and leafed through it. “No wonder this is up here. Its pictures of when we were born… with mom and Uncle Paul in ...

... them… and judging by the pictures, it looks like they were in a committed relationship.” Emma said. I looked at the photo album, there were pictures on every page of them laughing, hugging or kissing. There were even pictures that had an intimate tone. I looked up at Emma. “You two have the same body type, even now.” I told her. “Really?” Emma asked looking up at me. “I thought her boobs were bigger.” “No, I think they’re the same size.” I said to her. She smiled. “Well I guess I know where I get my body from then.” She giggled. “Let’s head down stairs and grab some lunch.” I said. “Good idea, I’m starved.” Emma said. We left the room, leaving the photo album on the bed and the tape sticking out of the machine. I planned to return to the room later and watch other videos, but the album had more than answered my questions about them. I had a plan and over lunch I explained what we would do when she got home, how we would confront her, and how we’d do different things based off of her reactions. Emma was more than happy to do what I asked of her. After lunch, Emma hit the shower and I went to my room. The two of us just needed to bide some time before she got home. When Emma was done with her shower, she joined me in my room. She was wearing one of those off the shoulder t-shirts that looked huge on her, and hid her chest better than the other t-shirts that she wore, but it did show a black bra strap, which told me she was wearing a bra for the first time since our “incident”. She ...