Here is an incest story that happened to me, from many years ago, but it remains a memory I will never forget.
My family has three children: an older sister, a second sister, and me. My two sisters are two years and one year older than me, respectively. At the time, the older sister was 24, and the second sister was 23. They are both very beautiful, with smooth, fair skin. Since childhood, I've been full of curiosity about their bodies.
That summer vacation, there was only one air conditioner at home. Mom and Dad went to work, Second Sister went to learn something, and Big Sister and I slept for naps in the air-conditioned room. Every time we napped, I was very excited because I would sneak my hand under the blanket to touch her while she was asleep. At first, I only dared to touch her thighs, then gradually moved upward, starting to fondle her breasts. Big Sister was very well-developed, her breasts soft and elastic to the touch.
Once my hand reached her crotch and I was rubbing it, I suddenly noticed Big Sister was watching me with her eyes open. I was scared and pulled my hand back, but she instead reached into my blanket, gently grasping my already hard spot through my shorts. I got so excited I immediately came. After cumming, she looked at me, slowly reached into my underwear, lightly touched it once, then pulled back.
Afterward we both pretended nothing had happened, but every time I napped at noon, I would slip my hand into her underwear, play with her pubic hair, rub her clitoris, and even insert my fingers into her already wet vagina. She would close her eyes, and sometimes her whole body would tremble slightly. She would also reach over to hold me and help me masturbate until I ejaculated.
Later, summer work began, so we temporarily didn’t continue. Until one night, when I really couldn’t take it anymore, I slipped into my older sister’s room after my parents had fallen asleep. She was reading. When she saw me come in, she said nothing and just lay down on the bed. I took off her clothes, touched her from head to toe, and kissed her for the first time for real. She didn’t resist, letting me use my tongue to enter her mouth, and my hands to stimulate her clitoris and nipples.
Her body grew very hot, her vagina incredibly slick. I lost all reason, parted her legs, and thrust inside. At first, she was a bit tense, trying to push me away, but I held her down, using my mouth to silence her. She looked at me, not only ceasing resistance but actively pulling me closer, her tongue entering my mouth. I thrust hard, breaking through that thin membrane, and began to pump. Her vagina was hot and tight; I came inside her after just a few strokes.
After finishing, we kept kissing until we softened and separated. She looked at the bloodstains on the sheets, somewhat troubled, while I was worried about noises that seemed to come from outside the door.
I suspected it was Second Sister who saw. One day, when Eldest Sister was out and our parents were away, I mustered the courage to go find Second Sister. She was wearing a loose T-shirt; the neckline revealed her snow-white breasts inside. I stared, entranced, and got hard below. Second Sister suddenly looked up at my crotch. Not only was she not surprised, she directly reached out and grasped the bulging area.
She told me she had seen what happened between me and my elder sister and really wanted to see my thing. Blushing, I was pulled by her to the bedside. She took off my pants, observed carefully, and gently stroked with her hand. I couldn't hold back and ejaculated partly on her face.
At this moment, there is a sound at the entrance—it turns out Big Sister has returned. Second Sister quickly goes to the bathroom to wash up, while I pretend nothing is wrong.
Since then, Second Sister and I also began to have a physical relationship. One night I slipped into her room; she was already asleep. I gathered my courage and touched her thigh. After she woke up, she did not refuse me, but instead let me get into bed. She took the initiative to ask me to take off my pants, played with my thing with her hand, and then took off her own clothes as well.
Second Sister’s body was more sensitive than Big Sister’s. It didn’t take long for her clit to make her pant hard. I licked her with my tongue, and when my fingers entered her wet, slick vagina, she soon came. Then I thrust straight in; her vagina was tight and convulsed, feeling unbelievably good. After I broke through her hymen, I started thrusting, and she clung to me, letting out beautiful moans. Before long she orgasmed again, her vagina contracting warmly, and I followed by ejaculating inside her.
After finishing, we maintained the penetrating position for a long time. Later, Second Sister got up to clean herself, semen mixed with a little blood flowing down her thigh. We hurried to the bathroom, only to run into Eldest Sister. Eldest Sister looked at the naked Second Sister and the flowing fluids, just smiled, and made way for Second Sister to go in and wash.
From that day on, almost every night I would sneak into Big Sis's or Second Sis's room. Mine gradually grew bigger, and my stamina got stronger too; sometimes I could go several times in a row. They never refused; instead, they became more and more proactive, holding me tightly and letting me enter them in all kinds of positions.
To avoid dirtying the sheets and the risk of pregnancy, they would sometimes make me ejaculate in their mouths. Watching them hold me in their mouths and use their tongues to stimulate the glans was especially stimulating. During the safe period, I would directly ejaculate inside, feeling the contractions of their vaginas when they climaxed.
During that period, three blood-related people intimately entangled again and again in the quiet of the night. The thrill of the taboo, mixed with physical pleasure, became the most profound and secret memory of my youth.
Many years later, looking back, it still felt like a beautiful yet dangerous dream.
For the months after that, it became an unspoken agreement among the three of us.
Mom and Dad usually go to bed before 10 p.m. Once the hallway light goes out, I go to Big Sister's room first. She's always already showered, wearing only thin pajamas, waiting for me. As soon as the door closes, she takes the initiative to undo her pajamas, revealing her slightly warm body. I love to first take her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue slowly until she can't help but let out soft moans, then I move my hand lower. Her wetness always comes quickly, and as soon as my fingers enter, she clenches tightly.
Sometimes I would have her lie prone on the bed, entering from behind. This position allowed for deep penetration. She would bury her face in the pillow, suppressing her cries, but actively pushing her hips back. I would grip her buttocks, thrusting in again and again, listening to the sound of flesh colliding and her intermittent panting. When ejaculating, she would always clench especially tight, as if wanting to keep everything of mine inside.
Afterward I will kiss her once, then tiptoe to Second Sister's room.
Second Sister was more proactive than Big Sister. She often had already made herself wet, and the moment she saw me come in, she would reach out and pull me onto the bed. She liked facing me, liked seeing my expression, and also liked me stroking her nipple tips while I was thrusting. Her orgasms came fast and fierce; sometimes she would even cry out, but she still held me tightly by the back and wouldn’t let me pull out.
Once we got too carried away and made a bit too much noise. There seemed to be movement in the next room, so we immediately stopped and held our breath. After a long time, sure that no one had gotten up, we continued. That time was especially thrilling; when the second sister climaxed, her whole body trembled, and I was squeezed so tightly that I came immediately.
Gradually, they began to stop avoiding each other.
One night, after finishing once in eldest sister's room, I was about to go to second sister's, but eldest sister grabbed my hand and whispered: 'Tonight... together.'
I was taken aback. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, but she didn't retreat. So, taking her with me, I gently knocked on Second Sister's door.
Second Sister saw the three of us come in together and was first startled, then slowly smiled. Only a tiny bedside lamp was on in the room. Three people squeezed onto a single bed, making it a bit crowded, but also causing us to press even closer together.
I let the eldest sister ride on top of me, while the second sister knelt beside me, bringing her breasts to my mouth. While the eldest sister rocked up and down on her own, the second sister would lower her head to kiss her or reach down to touch where we were joined. Later, we switched positions. Sometimes, the second sister was entered from behind by me, while the eldest sister used her mouth and hands to attend to her breasts; sometimes, they took turns sitting on me, with the other person kissing me from the side.
That night we did it almost until dawn. Semen, sweat, and their fluids mixed together, the sheets completely soaked. After it ended, the three of us lay side by side, no one speaking, just holding hands, listening to each other's gradually steady breathing.
After that, there were occasionally nights with the three of them like this.
During the day, we were still ordinary siblings, eating together, watching TV together, getting nagged by our parents together. At night, once the door closed, all boundaries disappeared. They would actively climb into my bed, whisper things in my ear they would absolutely never say normally, lazily help clean me up after climaxing, and then exchange a knowing smile.
Sometimes I would wonder how long such days could last.
Will Mom and Dad find out one day? What will happen when they get married in the future? Will we suddenly regret it one day?
But whenever it was deep into the night and everything was quiet, when I entered their warm, tight bodies again, when they held me close and softly called my name in my ear, all worries would be thrown to the back of my mind.
The taste of taboo is too sweet. So sweet that one is willing to trade their entire youth for it.
Many years later, we each had our own lives. The eldest sister got married, the second sister also had a stable partner. We rarely mentioned those days again, occasionally when we gathered and our eyes met, we would exchange a knowing smile.
That period of intimate entanglement with the two adult sisters became the deepest, softest secret in my heart.
It's like an endless dream, occasionally waking up suddenly in the middle of the night, leaving me hard, thinking, and then letting out a soft sigh.
Some fires, having burned once, are enough.
But some tastes can never be forgotten in a lifetime.
Many years passed.
I'm already in my thirties, with my own job and a small apartment. My eldest sister is married and lives in the suburbs, with a daughter who just started kindergarten. My second sister has remained single, doing very well at a foreign company, occasionally joking that she's 'too used to being free.'
We rarely brought up what happened that summer.
Until one Mid-Autumn Festival, parents wanted to have the whole family gather together. The eldest sister brought her children back, and the second sister also rushed back from elsewhere. After dinner, the kids slept, and parents went back to their rooms early. Only the three of us were left in the living room, and the atmosphere suddenly became somewhat subtle.
Second Sister spoke first, her tone relaxed: “Remember that old air conditioner from before? It would drip water every summer.”
Elder sister smiled, but her gaze drifted towards the window: 'I remember. Back then, we really... were afraid of nothing.'
I didn't speak, just poured myself a glass of wine. After a moment of silence, Big Sister suddenly lowered her voice, 'I still dream about it sometimes.'
Second Sister nodded: “So am I. Especially on rainy nights.”
Something in the air seemed to be reignited.
Elder sister glanced down the hallway, confirming our parents' bedroom door was closed, then continued, 'Tomorrow the child is going to stay at grandma's for two days. I... can come back late.'
Second Sister also laughed: “I was already planning to live at home.”
I put down my wine glass, my heart beating a little fast.
The next evening, after my parents took their grandson out, only the three of us were left at home. My eldest sister went to take a shower first. When she came out, she was only wearing a loose robe. My second sister leaned on the sofa, looking at me, a familiar playful glint in her eyes.
"After so many years," the second sister said softly, "can you still get it up?"
I walked over, pulled her up, and kissed her directly. Her tongue was more proactive than I remembered, and her breathing was faster. Big Sister hugged me from behind, her hand already slipping inside my clothes.
We almost stumbled into the master bedroom.
Elder sister's body is a bit fuller than before, her breasts softer, but her waist is still as slender. Second sister has kept herself well, her skin still smooth. I first had elder sister lie down, parted her legs, and lowered my head to kiss her already moist place. She hummed softly, fingers threading through my hair. Second sister then straddled my face, letting me attend to her simultaneously.
The familiar smells mixed together, making me instantly hard to the point of pain.
I first entered Big Sister. She knew how to clench better than before, her inner walls contracting in waves, as if trying to suck me deeper. Second Sister watched from the side, using her hand on herself, occasionally lowering her head to kiss Big Sister's nipple. When it was Second Sister's turn, she actively sat on top, rocking herself forcefully, breasts swaying up and down with the motion. Big Sister, from the side, took my fingers into her mouth, her gaze dazed.
We tried several positions. Sometimes I entered one from behind while the other stimulated me with their mouth and hands; sometimes they took turns sitting on me, kissing each other. The room was filled with the sounds of bodies colliding, wet noises, and suppressed yet uncontrollable moans.
When I ejaculated, I deliberately pulled out, letting the semen spray onto their chests and lower abdomens. They laughed, wiped it off with their hands, and then licked some off each other.
After it was over, the three of them lay side by side, just like many years ago. In the distance outside the window, there were sounds of fireworks, probably from some neighborhood celebrating.
Elder sister suddenly spoke: 'If we hadn't stopped back then... what would we be like now?'
Second Sister looked at the ceiling: “It probably would have ruined it. But it really felt amazing then.”
I turned to look at them and whispered, "Do you want to continue?"
They glanced at each other and smiled simultaneously.
That night we did it again. This time it was slower, more careful, as if trying to make up for lost time bit by bit. The eldest sister cried out at climax, while the second sister bit my shoulder to keep herself from being too loud.
In the early morning, I woke up and saw they were still asleep. Sunlight came through the gap in the curtains, falling on their overlapping legs.
I quietly got up and went to the kitchen to pour water. Standing by the window, I suddenly felt a sense of unreality—the taboos of youth had returned in another form after adulthood.
The phone vibrated once. It was a message from Big Sister (she was probably awake too):
"Will you come tonight too?"
I replied with one word: "Come."
The sky outside the window is already bright.
Some fires, once burned, are enough.
But some tastes really do stay with a person for a lifetime. And obviously, we still hadn’t had enough.
After that day, we re-established a secret connection.
Elder sister lives in the suburbs, not far from our parents' house. Her husband is a busy sales executive, often on business trips, and their child is in full-time kindergarten. Second sister still lives in a single apartment in the city, with flexible work hours. As for me, every time I go back to our parents' house to 'help look after the house' or 'have dinner with the parents', I always stay an extra night.
The first official reunion night happened on the weekend after the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Mom and Dad went to stay with relatives for two days, leaving the house empty. Big Sister arrived in the evening, bringing a change of clothes. Second Sister arrived shortly after. The three of us cooked dinner together in the kitchen, but the atmosphere was tenser than any previous family gathering. The sounds of chopping vegetables and spatulas scraping were unusually clear.
After dinner, while washing the dishes, Second Sister hugged me from behind, resting her chin on my shoulder, and softly said: “Don’t rush to sleep tonight.”
Elder sister stood by wiping her hands, watching us, a slight smile curling at the corner of her mouth.
We almost walked into the master bedroom at the same time.
The lights weren't fully on, only the warm yellow one by the bedside remained lit. The eldest sister first untied her robe, letting it slip to the floor. Her body was more mature than I remembered, her breasts full and heavy, with faint stretch marks on her waist, yet it didn't diminish her allure in the slightest. The second sister embraced her from behind, her arms reaching around to cup those soft mounds, gently kneading them in front of me.
“Still so soft.” The second sister said in the eldest sister’s ear.
I walked over, knelt down, first kissed Big Sister's abdomen, then moved lower. She was already somewhat wet. I used my tongue to part her labia, carefully licking every inch until her fingers tightened in my hair. Second Sister took off her own clothes, straddled Big Sister's face, and had her reciprocate the service.
The room was soon filled with the sounds of wetness and suppressed moans.
I first entered Big Sister. She lay on her back, legs resting on my shoulders, but her eyes looked at Second Sister beside her. Second Sister leaned down, kissed her, and simultaneously reached down to touch where we were joined. With each thrust, Big Sister's breasts shook violently, and Second Sister would catch and knead them with her hands.
When it was Second Sister's turn, she proactively lay down, arching her back low. I entered from behind, gripping her buttocks, thrusting deep each time. Eldest Sister knelt in front of her, letting Second Sister bury her face between her legs. While I fucked her, Second Sister used her tongue to please her sister, making muffled whimpers.
We did it for a long time.
During ejaculation, I pulled out, had them lie side by side, and shot my semen onto their lower abdomens and chests one after another. They smiled, smeared it with their hands, then licked some off each other, their eyes full of satisfaction.
Afterward, the three of them squeezed onto one bed. The eldest sister's head rested on my arm, and the second sister hugged me from the other side.
“Next time...” Eldest Sister suddenly said, “do you want to come to my place?”
Second Sister immediately chimed in: “Or my place. The soundproofing is better.”
I tightened my arms, pulling both of us closer.
Since then, there have been about one or two such opportunities every month.
Sometimes it's at Eldest Sister's house. Her husband is away on business, the kids are at boarding school, leaving the whole villa to us. We would start on the living room sofa, Eldest Sister riding on my lap, Second Sister kneeling on the carpet, taking my scrotum from the side or kissing Eldest Sister's nipple. Midway, we'd move to the bedroom, making a mess of the bed.
Once, Da Jie came from me fucking her from behind, her whole body going limp on the bed, but Er Jie was still not satisfied. She turned around and sat on top herself, grabbing my hand to rub her breasts, rocking and saying, 'Cum inside... cum inside this time...'
I did as told. When she climaxed, she clenched tightly, squeezing every last drop out of me.
Sometimes it's at Second Sister's apartment. It's more casual there. We would do it in the bathroom, hot water rushing over our bodies. I would hold one of them against the wall and enter, while the other would take care of herself with her hand beside us, or kneel down to lick where we were joined. Second Sister's bathroom has a large mirror; she especially likes me to watch in the mirror as I fuck her, watching her own expression change.
There were also times when they were bolder.
Once the three of us drove to a hot spring resort in the suburbs. We booked a private open-air bath. At night, steam filled the air, and we soaked in the hot water. At first, we pretended to chat, but later, the eldest sister first reached out with her foot and touched my thing underwater. The second sister immediately understood and also came closer.
The hot water made the body more sensitive. I had the eldest sister sit on the edge of the pool, legs apart, and I entered her while standing in the water. The second sister embraced the eldest sister from behind, her arms reaching around to knead her breasts while kissing her neck. The steam was filled with suppressed gasps. Later, positions changed. I picked up the second sister, her back against the pool wall, legs wrapped around my waist. The eldest sister watched from the side, one hand reaching into the water to take care of herself.
When they came out, all three of them had somewhat weak legs.
Back in the locker room, Second Sister pulled me into a stall, locked the door, knelt down, and took me in her mouth. Eldest Sister stood guard outside but occasionally peeked through the door crack. Second Sister's mouth was hot and tight; I came in her mouth within minutes. She swallowed it all and licked her lips when she stood up.
The feeling of being indulged, shared, and jointly possessed was more addictive than mere physical pleasure.
Over time, we even began to develop some small unspoken understandings.
If the big sister sends 'Are you free tonight?', it means her husband isn't home.
If Second Sister posts a blurry bed photo, it means she's ready.
And if I return to the 'old place,' it means my parents' house will be empty again.
Once, Second Sister suddenly asked me, 'Have you ever thought about what will happen if things continue like this?'
We had just finished, the three of us lying on the big bed at Big Sister's place. Insects chirped outside the window.
I was silent for a moment before saying: 'I haven't thought about the ending. I only think about the next time.'
Elder sister turned to face me, her finger drawing circles on my chest: 'Me too. Every time after it ends, I think, maybe next time it won't happen. But when the next time comes, I stop thinking about anything.'
Second Sister smiled and buried her face in my neck: “Then don’t think about it. What’s the point of thinking so much.”
That night we did it again. This time it was especially slow, especially careful. I had the two of them kiss each other while I watched from the side, occasionally reaching in to help. Later, they took turns riding me; I held their waists, watching them find their own most comfortable rhythm. When I was about to ejaculate, I had them lie side by side on their stomachs, entered them from behind one after the other, and finally came between their tightly pressed buttocks.
When semen flowed down their skin, they were all trembling lightly.
Waking up in the morning, sunlight already filled the room. The eldest sister went to prepare breakfast, the second sister was still lazing in bed, stretching lazily. I sat by the bed watching her, suddenly feeling an unreal sensation—after all these years, we were still continuing this forbidden game that started when we were young.
The phone vibrated once. It was a message from Big Sister from the kitchen:
"Breakfast is ready. Eat and then go back to sleep for a bit?"
I replied with one word: "Good."
Then put the phone down, burrowed back under the covers, and hugged Second Sister from behind. She hummed, leaned back into my embrace, and her buttocks gently rubbed against my already hard-on again.
“Want it again?” Her voice was still heavy with sleep.
"Mm."
She smiled, actively lifted one leg to make it easier for me to enter. Morning sex is always especially gentle and deep. I slowly pushed in, she panted softly, her hand reaching back to grip my wrist.
The faint sound of my eldest sister arranging dishes came from the living room.
And we, in this familiar room, once again entwined our bodies together.
Some relationships, once they cross a boundary, can never return to what they were.
Some flavors, once tasted, linger on the tip of your tongue forever.
And the three of us clearly have no intention of stopping yet.
In the afternoon, before the eldest sister brought the child back, we squeezed in one more round. This time it was on the living room sofa. The curtains were drawn tight. The second sister knelt on the carpet and took me in her mouth from below, while the eldest sister sat on my lap with her back to me, moving up and down on her own. One hand I used to support her breast, and with the other I pressed on the back of the second sister’s head.
During ejaculation, I came in Second Sister's mouth. She didn't swallow immediately but lifted her head, transferring the semen to Eldest Sister. The two kissed in front of me, exchanging my fluid, making soft wet sounds.
That image was too stimulating; I almost got hard again immediately.
But time was already running out. Big Sister looked at the time, gently pushed me away, and went to the bathroom to clean up. Second Sister leaned against the sofa, her eyes still somewhat dazed, and said softly: “Next time... it’ll be my turn first.”
I kissed her forehead without saying a word.
The sky outside the window gradually darkens. The story continues.
And we, all know we are far from having had enough.
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