Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 13 - Sex Stories

Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 13

... life with, because I DO want that, eventually, with someone. But I just want to be your sister. I want to be your sister and still get to make you feel good, and to enjoy you, and to be intimate with you. Because it doesn't feel wrong to me, it doesn't feel wrong at all, it feels so good, and I just want more and more. I love you, and I want to be able to show you that in every way. If it's here, if it's just between us, I feel like we should be able to love each other however we want." I had to stop myself and catch my breath.

He was quiet for a bit, contemplative, and he squeezed my hand. "I get it. I'm pretty sure I'm on the same page. Despite everything, I've never pictured this leading to like... us being in a full on relationship or marriage or any of that. I know that's, like, a long shot even if we DID want that with each other. But I feel the same way, I want to be able to love you like this, and help you with your milk and get to make you cum, and just be close and intimate. I never expected any of this, and I still can't believe it's happening, but I don't ever want to stop, because it feels so natural now, getting to be this way with you. I never forget who you are, and it only makes it more special to me. You said you're never going to love anyone the way you love me? Well, I'm never going to love anyone the way I love you either. You're my sister, you're important to me, you've been there for me my entire life. And I know all of that should make this weird, ...

... but it really doesn't. I'm not blinding myself to finding like- the love of my life or something, but right now, all I care about is you, and how much fun it is to be with you, because I trust you more than anyone, and I know you're not going to just... break my heart, that you'll always be there for me and not just walk out of my life the way anyone else could. This isn't like you're my soul mate or something, it's definitely different, but it's equally as important to me."

I let him say his piece, mostly because I was fighting back tears. I felt my heart swell in my chest. I squeezed his hand back. He hit on something I hadn't found the words for, but it made so much sense. "I'm so glad you understand! Fuck. I feel the same exact way. I trust you more than anyone else. I know you won't hurt me, and that you love me unconditionally. And that just makes me want to give you everything. And it makes me want you so badly. I feel like the last few months have brought us so much closer and I don't want to lose that while we can enjoy it. Obviously if I do find someone I want to marry, we're going to have to figure that out, same for you, but I feel like even if we cut off that intimacy, the experience will still keep us close and obviously I'll still love you just the same." I was full on crying now, and I sniffled and wiped my face with the sleeve of my hoodie. I was just overwhelmed with emotion. He squeezed my hand and held it until I had gathered myself.

"Are you okay?" ...