Once you've pushed a reasonably large blunt plastic object up your sister's rectum a few times (and both enjoyed it), it's perhaps time to reflect on the nature of incest.
It's a horrid word, of course – but many of its stipulations focus on penetrative sex. The lawmakers (or men, as I like to call them) seem more concerned with shagging their daughters and/or sisters, buggering their sons, or fantasising that they mummy will fuck them. Which leaves lesbian incest rather out in the margins (gasp with surprise).
This is a nuisance, because boundaries in female relations are blurred at the best of times. Of course I accept that what my sister and I do is incest. But when I'm kissing my sister's private parts, I feel no shame or guilt. It doesn't thrill with naughtiness. It just seems perfectly natural.
Now I don't pretend to understand why my cute little sister gives me the hots, while my big sister - whom I'm at least as close to and is just as pretty – definitely does not. There is, for example, no pattern of abuse I can cite as a ``cause".
It's just when Kate and I were teenagers, we'd tell each other our ``dirty" secrets, while the other masturbated. Then we started kissing and cuddling, and began to masturbate each other. It didn't feel wrong, we were just fooling around, having girlie fun.
We stopped when I got married. But as I turned thirty we got back together. We realised we were still attracted to each other, only with more maturity and honesty this time, and we could break the rules if we fancied, and we did fancy.
But still it didn't, doesn't, feel odd.
Even though we're all grown up, and know about dildos, vibrators, dongs, fisting, rimming, arse fucking. and all the rest. Making each other cum just feels good and right. So when my sister pisses in my face, I'm just as totally turned on. It's not a deep thing. It's just an acceptance of who you are, and submitting yourself to the pleasures of you desire.
For me, I think it has removed the links between sex and love and romance. Sex is about desire and lust. It is amoral. With someone you love, it is loving. We someone you don't love, it's just fun. We construct a whole big fancy morality around it as an exercise in social cohesion. But it is just physiology using simple mechanics for pleasure. It is a hunger, just like eating. You could argue that greed in sex is a sin, as it is often seen in eating, but I think that's unfair. I didn't ask to be hungry, I just am, just like I didn't ask to be blue-eyed or a woman.
I suspect it is more to do with the way your brain is wired up. Some people are just hungry all the time.
Stories with a cuddle of incest
see also Underage Perversity
