Coming Home To Sister Part 2

That was 10 years ago.

When I knew I was “busted” outside the bathroom window that night, I had simply gone back downstairs and waited for her to come storming down the stairs, having no choice but to confront the situation. She didn’t come down – in fact nothing was ever said about the incident. I even got bolder – on several occasions going into her room at night and feeling her up, even rubbing her crotch until she got wet. It wasn’t until recently that I realized that she was probably awake every time I did that.

I always figured I’d get to sleep with my sister someday, but in those years, it became an unrealized but not forgotton dream. That all changed after the whole family moved to California.

Mom and Dad fought a lot then, and Sarah moved in with a boyfriend she had met. I spent most of my time in college, eventually moving in with a girlfriend. It was an odd coincidence that she broke up with her boyfriend on the same exact day yhat my girlfriend informed me she was fucking another guy and wanted me to move out. It was a situation that presented its own solution – my sister and I rented a home together and became roommates.