Here is the incest story that happened to me, many years ago, but it is still a memory I will never forget.
There are three children in my family: 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 eldest was 24, and the second was 23. They are both very beautiful with smooth, fair skin. Since childhood, I've been curious about their bodies.
That summer, there was only one air conditioner at home. When our parents went to work and my second sister went to learn something, my eldest sister and I would take naps in the air-conditioned room. I was always excited for these naps because I would sneak my hand under the blanket to touch her while she slept. At first, I only dared to touch her thighs, but gradually I moved upward and began fondling her breasts. My eldest sister was very well-developed, feeling soft and elastic to the touch.
Once my hand reached her crotch and rubbed it, I suddenly noticed Big Sister was watching me with her eyes open. I was so scared I pulled my hand back, but she instead reached into my blanket, gently grasping my already hard spot through my shorts. I was so excited I came immediately. 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 we took a nap, I would slip my hand into her panties, play with her pubic hair, rub her clitoris, and even insert my fingers into her already slick vagina. She would close her eyes, and sometimes her whole body would tremble slightly. She would also reach over and hold me, helping me until I ejaculated.
Later, when summer work started, we temporarily stopped continuing. Until one night, I really couldn't stand it anymore, and after my parents fell asleep I ran to my older sister's room. She was reading, and when she saw me come in, she said nothing and lay down on the bed. I took off her clothes, touched her from hair to feet, and for the first time truly kissed her. She did not resist, letting me probe into her mouth with my tongue and stimulate her clitoris and nipples with my hands.
Her body became very hot, her vagina extremely slippery. I lost all reason, parted her legs, and thrust in. At first, she was a bit tense and tried to push me away, but I held her down, using my mouth to silence her sounds. She looked at me, not only ceasing resistance but actively holding me tighter, her tongue entering my mouth. I thrust forcefully, breaking through that membrane, and began thrusting. Her vagina was hot and tight; I came inside her after just a few movements.
After finishing, we kept kissing until we softened and separated. She looked at the bloodstains on the sheets, somewhat troubled, while I worried about noises seeming to come from outside the door.
I suspected it was Second Sister who saw. One day, taking advantage of Eldest Sister being away and our parents being out, I mustered the courage to go find Second Sister. She was wearing a loose T-shirt, and from the collar, I could see her snow-white breasts inside. I stared, mesmerized, and my lower part hardened. Second Sister suddenly looked up at my crotch. Not only was she not surprised, she directly reached out and grasped the bulging area with her hand.
She told me that she had seen what happened between me and Big Sis, and really wanted to see my thing. Blushing, I was pulled to the bedside by her. She took off my pants, examined carefully, and lightly stroked it with her hand. I couldn’t help myself and ejaculated part of it onto 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 sneaked into her room; she was already asleep. I gathered my courage and touched her thigh. After she woke up, she did not refuse; instead, she let me get into bed. She took the initiative to have me take off my pants, played with my thing with her hand, and then took off her own clothes as well.
The second sister’s body was more sensitive than the eldest sister’s. After I touched her clitoris for a short while, she was already gasping hard. I licked her with my tongue, and with my fingers entering her slippery vagina, she climaxed very quickly. Then I thrust directly in; her vagina was tight and wonderfully contracting, feeling incredibly good. After I broke through her hymen and began thrusting in and out, she clutched me tightly and let out sweet moans. Before long she climaxed again, her vagina contracting warmly, and I followed and ejaculated inside.
After finishing, we stayed in the inserted position for a long time. Later, Second Sister got up to clean herself, semen mixed with a bit of blood trickling 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, I would sneak into my older sister’s or second older sister’s room almost every night. My thing gradually got bigger, and my stamina also got stronger; sometimes I could do it several times in a row. They never refused; instead, they became more and more proactive, hugging me tightly and letting me enter them in all kinds of positions.
To avoid staining the bedsheets and the risk of pregnancy, they would sometimes let me shoot in their mouths. Watching them hold me in their mouths and stimulate the tip of my penis with their tongues was especially arousing. During the safe period, I would directly cum inside, feeling the contraction of their vaginas at the moment of climax.
During that period, three blood-related people repeatedly entangled 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.
The months that followed became an unspoken agreement among the three of us.
Mom and Dad usually go to bed before 10 p.m. After the hallway light goes out, I go to the eldest sister's room first. She is always already bathed, wearing only thin pajamas waiting for me. As soon as the door closes, she actively unties her pajamas, revealing her slightly warmed body. I love to first take her nipple into my mouth, slowly circling it with my tongue until she can't help but let out a soft moan, then I move my hand downward. Her wetness always comes quickly, and as soon as my fingers enter, they are tightly gripped.
Sometimes I have her lie face down on the bed and enter from behind. This position allows for deep penetration. She buries her face in the pillow, muffling her cries, yet actively pushes her hips back toward me. I grip her buttocks, thrusting in again and again, listening to the sound of flesh colliding and her intermittent gasps. When I ejaculate, she always clenches especially tight, as if trying to keep everything inside her.
Afterwards I kiss her once, then tiptoe to Second Sister’s room.
The second sister was more主动 than the eldest sister. She often had already made herself wet; the moment she saw me come in, she reached out and pulled me onto the bed. She liked facing me, liked seeing my expression, and liked it when I rubbed her nipple while thrusting into her. Her orgasms came fast and fierce; sometimes she would even cry, yet she still held my back tightly and would not 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 particularly thrilling; when the second sister climaxed, her whole body trembled, and I was squeezed so tightly that I ejaculated immediately.
Gradually, they began to no longer avoid each other.
One night, after finishing once in eldest sister's room and preparing to go to second sister's, eldest sister grabbed my hand and whispered, 'Tonight... let's be together.'
I was taken aback for a moment. Her cheeks flushed slightly, but she didn't retreat. So, taking her with me, I gently knocked on Second Sister's door.
When the second sister saw us coming in together, she was first surprised, then slowly smiled. Only a very small bedside lamp was on in the room. Three people squeezed onto a single bed; it was a bit crowded, but that made us press closer together.
I had 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 moved 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 again and again. Sometimes, I entered the second sister from behind while the eldest sister took care of her breasts with her mouth and hands; sometimes, they took turns sitting on top while the other kissed me from the side.
That night we almost went until dawn. Semen, sweat, and their fluids mixed together, the sheets completely soaked. Afterwards, the three of us lay side by side, no one speaking, just holding hands, listening to each other's gradually steadying breaths.
From then on, there were occasionally nights with all three of us like this.
During the day, we are still ordinary siblings, eating together, watching TV together, getting nagged by our parents together. At night, once the door closes, all boundaries disappear. They will 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 wonder how long such days can 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 late at night and everything is quiet, when I enter their warm, tight bodies again, when they hold me close and softly call my name in my ear, all worries are 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, and the second sister also had a stable partner. We rarely mentioned those days again, but occasionally, when our eyes met during gatherings, 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 me up suddenly in the middle of the night, leaving me hard, thinking, and then letting out a soft sigh.
Some fires, once burned, are enough.
But some tastes are unforgettable for a lifetime.
Many years passed.
I'm already in my thirties, with my own job and a small apartment. My eldest sister lives in the suburbs after getting married, with a daughter who just started kindergarten. My second sister has remained single, doing well in a foreign company, occasionally joking that she's 'used to being free.'
We rarely brought up what happened that summer again.
Until one Mid-Autumn Festival, my parents said they wanted the whole family to get together. My eldest sister came back with her child, and my second sister also rushed back from out of town. After dinner in the evening, the child fell asleep, and my parents also went back to their room early. Only the three of us were left in the living room, and the atmosphere suddenly became somewhat微妙 (subtle/awkward).
The second sister spoke first, in a relaxed tone: “Remember that old air conditioner from before? It would drip water every summer.”
The older sister smiled, but her gaze drifted toward the window: “I remember. Back then, I really was... not afraid of anything.”
I didn't speak, just poured myself a glass of wine. After a moment of silence, my eldest sister suddenly lowered her voice: 'I still dream about it sometimes.'
The second sister nodded: “Me too. Especially on rainy nights.”
It seemed something in the air was reignited.
The older sister glanced down the hallway, confirmed that Mom and Dad’s bedroom door was closed, and then continued: “Tomorrow the child is going to stay at Grandma’s for two days. I... can come back later.”
The second sister also smiled: “I was planning to live at home anyway.”
I put down the wine glass, my heart beating a bit fast.
The next evening, after Mom and Dad took the grandson out, only the three of us were left at home. The eldest sister went to take a shower first, coming out wearing only a loose robe. The second sister leaned on the sofa, looking at me, a familiar playfulness in her eyes.
“For 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 fell into the master bedroom.
The eldest sister’s body had become a bit fuller than before, her breasts softer, but her waist was still that slim. The second sister maintained herself very well, her skin still smooth. I first let the eldest sister lie down, parted her legs, and lowered my head to kiss the place that was already wet. She hummed softly, her fingers buried in my hair. The second sister then straddled my face and had me take care of her at the same time.
The familiar scents mixed together, making me instantly hard to the point of pain.
I first entered the eldest sister. She clenched tighter than before, her inner walls contracting in waves, as if trying to suck me deeper. The second sister watched from the side, using her hand on herself, occasionally lowering her head to kiss the eldest sister's nipple. When it was the second sister's turn, she actively sat on top, rocking herself forcefully, her breasts swaying up and down with the motion. The eldest sister, from the side, took my fingers into her mouth, her gaze hazy.
We tried several positions. Sometimes I entered one from behind while the other stimulated me with her 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.
During ejaculation, I deliberately pulled out, letting the semen spray onto both of their chests and lower abdomens. They laughed, smeared it with their hands, then licked some off each other.
After it ended, 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.
The eldest sister suddenly spoke up: “If we hadn’t stopped back then... what would things be like now?”
The second sister looked at the ceiling: “It would probably be ruined. But it really felt so good then.”
I turned to look at them and said softly, "Do you still want to continue?"
They looked at each other and smiled at the same time.
We did it again that night. 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 her climax, while the second sister bit my shoulder to keep herself from moaning too loudly.
In the early morning, I woke up and saw they were still asleep. Sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains, falling on their intertwined legs.
I got up quietly and went to the kitchen to pour water. Standing by the window, I suddenly felt a sense of unreality—those taboos from my youth had actually returned in another way after adulthood.
The phone vibrated once. It was a message from Big Sister (she was probably awake too):
"Are you coming again tonight?"
I replied with one word: 'Come.'
The sky outside the window was already bright.
Some fires only need to burn once.
But some tastes really stay with a person for life. And obviously, we still have not had enough.
After that day, we re-established a secret connection.
The eldest sister lives in the suburbs, not far from our parents’ house. Her husband is a busy sales manager who is often on business trips, and her child has also entered full-time boarding kindergarten. The second sister still lives in a single apartment in the city center, with a flexible job. As for me, every time I go back to my parents’ house to “help look after the home” or “keep my parents company for dinner,” 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. The eldest sister arrived in the evening, bringing a change of clothes. The second sister arrived shortly after. The three of them cooked dinner together in the kitchen, but the atmosphere was tenser than any previous family gathering. The sounds of chopping vegetables and the spatula seemed unusually clear.
After dinner, while washing the dishes, Second Sister hugged me from behind, resting her chin on my shoulder, and said softly: “Don’t rush to sleep tonight.”
The older sister stood to the side wiping her hands, looking at us with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.
We almost walked into the master bedroom at the same time.
The lights weren't fully on, only the warm yellow bedside lamp remained. Big Sister first untied her robe, letting it slide 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 did nothing to diminish her allure. Second Sister embraced her from behind, her hands reaching around to cup those soft mounds, gently kneading them in front of me.
“Still this soft.” The second sister said in the eldest sister’s ear.
I walked over, knelt down, first kissed Big Sister's lower 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 then took off her own clothes, straddled Big Sister's face, and let her reciprocate the service.
The room was soon filled with the sound of water and suppressed moans.
I first entered the eldest sister. She lay on her back, legs resting on my shoulders, but her eyes looked at the second sister beside her. The second sister leaned down, kissed her, and simultaneously reached down to touch where we were joined. With each thrust, the eldest sister's breasts shook violently, and the 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, emitting 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 laughed, smeared it with their hands, then licked some off each other, their eyes full of satisfaction.
Afterward, the three of them crowded onto one bed. The eldest sister rested her head on my arm, and the second sister hugged me from the other side.
"Next time..." the eldest sister suddenly said, "do you want to come to my place?"
The second sister immediately added, “Or my place. The soundproofing is better.”
I tightened my arms, holding both of us tighter.
Since then, there were about one or two such chances each month.
Sometimes it's at Eldest Sister's house. Her husband is away on business, the children are at boarding school, leaving the whole villa to us. We start on the living room sofa, Eldest Sister sitting on my lap and rocking, Second Sister kneeling on the carpet, either taking my scrotum from the side or kissing Eldest Sister's nipple. Midway, we move to the bedroom, making a mess of the bed.
Once, after I brought Big Sister to climax from behind, leaving her limp on the bed, Second Sister was still unsatisfied. She turned around, sat on me herself, grabbed my hand to knead her breasts, and while rocking, said, 'Come inside... this time, come inside...'
I did as she said. 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 do it in the bathroom, hot water streaming over our bodies. I hold one against the wall and enter, while the other either uses her hand to pleasure herself or crouches down to lick where we're joined. Second Sister's bathroom has a large mirror; she particularly likes me watching in the mirror as I take her, watching her own expression change.
There were also bolder times.
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 stretched out her foot and touched my thing underwater. The second sister immediately understood and also came closer.
The hot water made their bodies more sensitive. I had Big Sister sit on the edge of the pool, legs apart, while I entered her from the water. Second Sister embraced Big Sister from behind, her hands reaching around to knead her breasts while kissing her neck. The steam was filled with suppressed gasps. Later, we switched positions; I lifted Second Sister, her back against the pool wall, legs wrapped around my waist. Big Sister watched from the side, one hand reaching into the water to pleasure herself.
When we came out, all three of us had somewhat weak legs.
Back in the changing room, Second Sister pulled me into a cubicle, locked the door, and directly knelt down to take me into her mouth. Eldest Sister stood outside keeping watch, but from time to time she would peek through the crack in the door. Second Sister's mouth was hot and tight, and within just a few minutes I came in her mouth. She swallowed it all, and when she stood up she even licked her lips.
That feeling of being indulged, shared, and co-owned was more addictive than mere physical pleasure.
Over time, we even started to have some small默契 (tacit understandings).
If 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 becomes 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, and the three of us were lying on the big bed at my eldest sister's house. There were insect chirps outside the window.
I am silent for a while before saying: 'Haven't thought about the ending. Only think about the next time.'
The older sister turned around to face me, drawing circles on my chest with her finger: “Me too. Every time it was over, I’d think maybe next time there wouldn’t be anything left. But once the next time came, I wouldn’t think about anything again.”
The second sister smiled, buried her face in my neck, and said: “Then don’t think about it. Why think so much.”
We did it again that night. 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 the most comfortable rhythm for themselves. 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 the semen flowed down their skin, they were all trembling slightly.
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. Want to sleep in a bit after eating?"
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 again spot.
"Want it again?" Her voice still carried sleepiness.
"Mm."
She smiled, proactively lifted one leg to make it easier for me to enter. Morning sex was always especially tender and deep. I slowly pushed in, she gasped softly, her hand reaching back to grip my wrist.
The faint sound of Big Sister arranging dishes came from the living room.
And we, in this familiar room, entwined our bodies together once again.
Some relationships, once boundaries are crossed, can never go back.
Some flavors, once tasted, linger on the tip of the tongue forever.
And the three of us clearly had no intention of stopping yet.
In the afternoon, before the eldest sister brought the child back, we squeezed in once more. This time on the living room sofa. The curtains were drawn tightly shut. The second sister knelt on the carpet, taking me in her mouth from below, while the eldest sister sat on my lap, facing away from me, moving up and down on her own. I held one hand under her breast and pressed the back of the second sister’s head with the other.
During ejaculation, I came in Second Sister's mouth. She didn't swallow immediately but raised her head and passed the semen to Eldest Sister. The two kissed in front of me, exchanging my fluid, making soft, wet sounds.
That scene was too stimulating; I almost immediately got hard again.
But time was already running out. The eldest sister looked at her watch, gently pushed me away, and went to the bathroom to clean up. The second sister leaned against the sofa, her eyes still a little dazed, and softly said: "Next time... let me go first."
I kissed her forehead and didn't speak.
The sky outside the window gradually darkened. The story continues.
And we all know we are far from having had enough.
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