Trying to Get it on with My Sister - Sex Stories

Trying to Get it on with My Sister

***This is part four of what I believe will be a ten part series following an evolving incestuous relationship between adult siblings. You would enjoy this much more if you read the previous three, but it can also be read as a standalone. All characters in sexual situations are over 18.***

Traveling during COVID was hard. There were many obstacles and issues that made normally simple trips utterly frustrating. And that was for people who weren't dying to finally fuck their sister, like I was.

The beginning of the COVID lockdowns came just weeks after the end of my sister Kelly's marriage. She ended up crashing on my couch in my 1-bedroom apartment, which was tight quarters for a brother and sister in their late thirties and early forties respectively.

We were bound to butt heads a bit, but our issues didn't involve dirty dishes in the sink, or a toilet seat left up. Our fight was over masturbation, namely that we both wanted to be able to do it, and we both got mad at the other for being too loud.

Rather than leading to a shouting match or her looking for somewhere else to stay, we ended up masturbating together. At first it was just sitting side by side on the couch as we watched porn together, but before too long we were getting off to one another, rather than just next to one another.

Kelly had asked me about taking it further, but I had been reluctant. On the night of her 44th birthday I shared a sex tape of me fucking my second ex-wife and topped ...

... off the night by giving Kelly a facial. She was over the moon, and I really thought we were on our way to doing more.

Then Kelly got a voicemail from her daughter back in Texas, and before I knew it she was a whirlwind of packing and planning. Less than 24 hours after I came on my sister's face, I was dropping her off at the airport.

I was bereft.

A few days later was my 40's birthday and Kelly surprised me with a sex tape of her own, as well as a pair of her dirty panties. Within minutes of coming while watching the tape and smelling her panties I made up my mind to get to Houston as soon as I could.

I should have booked a ticket on the flight I saw the next day, but it was kind of pricy and I let work responsibly hold me up, which was dumb because I worked remotely and could've just taken my work computer along with me. Instead I booked a ticket on a flight on the following Friday... six very long days away.

That whole week I watched Kelly's sex tape over and over while huffing her dirty Calvin Kline's. I needed to see her so bad it was bordering on obsession which made it that much harder when she called me out of the blue on the morning of the flight.

"I'm so sorry Pat, but I think it'd be better if you didn't come down right now."

"Shit... Is everything ok?" I asked truly crestfallen.

"Kinda. Reagan and Wayne had a huge fight and now she wants to come crash in my hotel room till it all blows over." She explained, referencing her daughter and ...