I Married My Sister!

100% fiction!

I began living with my sister Susan in a husband-and-wife relationship in 1969, when I was a college sophomore and she was a freshman.

I almost flunked out of my freshman year, which meant being drafted and Vietnam. I blamed it on dorm life and she agreed to live off-campus with me. We told the housing office we were a married couple, we had the same last name and home address, and they didn't question it.

We wore wedding rings and shared the bed in our tiny apartment. Living with her was worse than living at home. I had to help with the cooking and cleaning and laundry, I had to get up and go to classes and study in the evenings, no TV or music, but my grades did improve.

It took about a year to realize we were happier if she was the "husband" and I was the "wife." We agreed that if she was on the pill and couldn't get preggers it wasn't really incest, but it wasn't easy for us to "do it."

We liked to get into a closet and make it completely, totally dark, so we couldn't see anything. It made for better uninhibited sex and talk. She taught me how to lick and suck her clit, and we discovered each other's assholes.

One weekend we took the train to Chicago and went to a sex store. That was my first submissive experience, admitting we were looking for a strap-on she could use on me. We bought an 8" cock-shaped hard rubber dildo in a sturdy leather harness.

Later that day, we did it in a 2nd floor skid row hotel room overlooking an El station in front of the window. I was wearing her bra and dirty panties and she bent me over and made me cry.

She made me her sex slave. I ate her pussy and ass, and took it up mine.

We are still together.