Revealing incest fantasies

I don't have an incest fantasy. I have a true story.

I was 33 yrs old. Married for 12 years/. I had fantasised about fucking my gorgeous sister since i was about 16 years old. My sister was 31 years old. (She really is beautiful, still, and she is now 68 years old).
This was back in 1988. Christmas Eve. My sister was recently divorced. She was down in the dumps. Very depressed. He'd left her caring for her two children. It wasn't going to be much of a Christmas for them. My wife and I always go to the pub on Christmas Eve. My wife always drinks too much. I end up putting her to bed every year, with a bucket next to the bed. Because my sister was depressed I invited her out with us. She left her kids with my mam. We went to the pub. Wife got pissed as a newt, as usual. I and my sister were drunk as well but well in control of our senses. Delivered wife and sister back to our home. Put wife to bed, bucket at hand. My mam's home is within 15 minutes walk. We set off walking. My sister took my arm. We looked like man and wife. I stopped, the streets were empty and snow covered, reached around. Held my sister in a non-brotherly way, and on impulse Frenched her. I was amazed when, instead of being upset, my sister responded. Whether it was the fact we were both a bit drunk I don't know. I know it was pure lust on my part. It was below freezing, the temp that is. But we were both hot. I put my hand up my sisters sweater and groped her tits as we kissed. She never stopped me. I put my hand down her jeans and fingered her. She was getting very steamed. If I had anywhere to take her, to fuck her, I would have done. I told her I would love to fuck her. She told me the same. But somehow, over the next 37 years it just never happened. I regret not making more of an effort to get together with her. I was happily married for much of that time. Then when I was divorced my sister was happily married. It just never worked out right. We did often flirt with one another after that night. It drove me to either give my wife the fucking of her life or to fuel multiple masturbations.
 
Jumping on to say, my DMs are always open for exchanges of fantasies/memories, etc. Been trying to write a fictionalized version of my own experiences, but have been having trouble getting it right - so, for now, I'd love to correspond with anyone who has a similar predilection, or experience. Hope this finds everyone very well!
 
tell me about your fantasies or experiences in dm please, I am a young man who gets really excited by these
 
Jumping on to say, my DMs are always open for exchanges of fantasies/memories, etc. Been trying to write a fictionalized version of my own experiences, but have been having trouble getting it right - so, for now, I'd love to correspond with anyone who has a similar predilection, or experience. Hope this finds everyone very well!
Got lots of material you could probably work with. Lemme know
 
I don't have an incest fantasy. I have a true story.

I was 33 yrs old. Married for 12 years/. I had fantasised about fucking my gorgeous sister since i was about 16 years old. My sister was 31 years old. (She really is beautiful, still, and she is now 68 years old).
This was back in 1988. Christmas Eve. My sister was recently divorced. She was down in the dumps. Very depressed. He'd left her caring for her two children. It wasn't going to be much of a Christmas for them. My wife and I always go to the pub on Christmas Eve. My wife always drinks too much. I end up putting her to bed every year, with a bucket next to the bed. Because my sister was depressed I invited her out with us. She left her kids with my mam. We went to the pub. Wife got pissed as a newt, as usual. I and my sister were drunk as well but well in control of our senses. Delivered wife and sister back to our home. Put wife to bed, bucket at hand. My mam's home is within 15 minutes walk. We set off walking. My sister took my arm. We looked like man and wife. I stopped, the streets were empty and snow covered, reached around. Held my sister in a non-brotherly way, and on impulse Frenched her. I was amazed when, instead of being upset, my sister responded. Whether it was the fact we were both a bit drunk I don't know. I know it was pure lust on my part. It was below freezing, the temp that is. But we were both hot. I put my hand up my sisters sweater and groped her tits as we kissed. She never stopped me. I put my hand down her jeans and fingered her. She was getting very steamed. If I had anywhere to take her, to fuck her, I would have done. I told her I would love to fuck her. She told me the same. But somehow, over the next 37 years it just never happened. I regret not making more of an effort to get together with her. I was happily married for much of that time. Then when I was divorced my sister was happily married. It just never worked out right. We did often flirt with one another after that night. It drove me to either give my wife the fucking of her life or to fuel multiple masturbations.
This is actually so incredibly romantic and I am still rooting for you two
 
I don't have an incest fantasy. I have a true story.

I was 33 yrs old. Married for 12 years/. I had fantasised about fucking my gorgeous sister since i was about 16 years old. My sister was 31 years old. (She really is beautiful, still, and she is now 68 years old).
This was back in 1988. Christmas Eve. My sister was recently divorced. She was down in the dumps. Very depressed. He'd left her caring for her two children. It wasn't going to be much of a Christmas for them. My wife and I always go to the pub on Christmas Eve. My wife always drinks too much. I end up putting her to bed every year, with a bucket next to the bed. Because my sister was depressed I invited her out with us. She left her kids with my mam. We went to the pub. Wife got pissed as a newt, as usual. I and my sister were drunk as well but well in control of our senses. Delivered wife and sister back to our home. Put wife to bed, bucket at hand. My mam's home is within 15 minutes walk. We set off walking. My sister took my arm. We looked like man and wife. I stopped, the streets were empty and snow covered, reached around. Held my sister in a non-brotherly way, and on impulse Frenched her. I was amazed when, instead of being upset, my sister responded. Whether it was the fact we were both a bit drunk I don't know. I know it was pure lust on my part. It was below freezing, the temp that is. But we were both hot. I put my hand up my sisters sweater and groped her tits as we kissed. She never stopped me. I put my hand down her jeans and fingered her. She was getting very steamed. If I had anywhere to take her, to fuck her, I would have done. I told her I would love to fuck her. She told me the same. But somehow, over the next 37 years it just never happened. I regret not making more of an effort to get together with her. I was happily married for much of that time. Then when I was divorced my sister was happily married. It just never worked out right. We did often flirt with one another after that night. It drove me to either give my wife the fucking of her life or to fuel multiple masturbations.
I have spilled gallons of cum thinking about my wife’s sisters!
 
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