The Facebook Deception: From Sisterly Friendship to Intimacy

“What’s the rush?” she whispered. “Tonight, we are husband and wife.” She added, “I’m hungry. Let’s go eat something outside.”

We went out for dinner, holding hands as we walked back to the hotel. As soon as we were inside, we shed our clothes and my sister took my penis in her mouth, sucking on it like ice cream. I ran my fingers through her hair and we lay down on the bed. The rest of the night was a blur of passion. My sister was a virgin, and there was a lot of blood. We made love four times that night.

Now, every two months, I feel the urge to be with her again. Her exams are coming up soon, and you can imagine what that means for both of us. I won’t say much more about my sister. After all, she is still my sister.