My Perverted Family: 2. Amy’s Story

Not every family is like mine. Most so-called normal families are governed by what is known as the “Westermarck Effect.” The Westermarck effect, or reverse sexual imprinting, is a hypothetical psychological effect through which people who live in close domestic proximity during the first few years of their lives become desensitized to sexual attraction. That simply means that they are not sexually attracted to one another. This phenomenon was first hypothesized by Finnish anthropologist Edvard Westermarck in his book The History of Human Marriage (1891) as one explanation for the incest taboo.

However, several studies seem to contradict the standard view of the Westermarck effect as a natural learning process; instead, it may be a cultural phenomenon. People seem to have sexual preferences toward faces that resemble their parents’ or their own. If correct, this would suggest that Freud’s idea of the Oedipus complex had more merit to it.

My whole family has always seemed to be devoid of the Westermarck Effect, but heavy on the Oedipus complex. There are very few female relatives that I am not attracted to in one way or another. With that said, let me tell you about my older sister, Amy.

Amy’s Story

My named is Todd. I am a forty-five years old divorcee, and I love sex. I have known since puberty that I was addicted to sex. I just never got the opportunity to experience sex with anyone but myself until high school. Yes, you heard me right. I was into chronic masturbation until my Aunt Bella took me under her tutelage and introduced me to the joys of real grown-up sex; with someone other than myself. I am also intrigued by the female breast. My mother told me she had a hell of a time weaning me from her breast. Even today I am easily calmed with a breast in my mouth.

I’ve already told you about my first sexual experience with a female member of my family. My Aunt Bella first introduced me to grown-up sex one night after Thanksgiving. I was still in high school. Aunt Bella was instrumental in teaching me about the thing’s women really liked during sex. After my encounter with Aunt Bell, I started looking at all my female relatives and began to wonder what it would be like to bring each of them to orgasmic bliss.

That brings me to my Sister Amy. She had the most enticing breast I had ever seen on any woman; young or old. I fantasized about Amy’s tits long before I ever dreamed about the possibility of playing with them. Her tits were my number one fantasy when I masturbated. I had never seen Amy’s naked breast, but I knew from what I had seen, on my favorite porn sites they would be awesome to see uncovered. I tried to picture what her nipples looked like. I was sure they would be long and pointed by the way they poked against her cotton nightshirt. After Aunt Bella, I became consumed with the desire to suck Amy’s breast, to swirl my tongue around her hard nipples. I also wanted to taste the juices from her vagina. It took a long time to get Amy on board, but it finally happened. But before I give you all the sorted details, I need to fill you in with some essential specifics.

My Sister, Amy rarely dated in high school because she was never deemed a raving beauty, but she WAS sexy as hell in high school; if that makes any sense. Her most redeeming quality was her magnificent body; especially her large luscious breast. Amy may not have been considered a beauty, but she had a body that most women would’ve killed for. She had beautiful large, well-proportioned breast and a rounded little butt that was proportionate to the rest of her slender body. She gracefully floated along on long slender dancer legs, and practically every movement she made had a sexual attraction for just about every man she got around.

Now Amy didn’t always have that kind of body. I remember when she was a tall, gangly girl with a flat chest. Then one day it seemed as though someone had abducted my sister and replaced her with this shapely young woman who made my dick hard every time, I looked at her. The new Amy was 5′ 6″, 120 lbs., 36-24-35 and she had the most delightful little round butt that was firm due to her devotion to yoga exercise.

If you had known her back in high school and only saw her from the neck up, it may have been hard for you to identify why she was so sexy. To be perfectly honest, Amy really was quite unattractive from the neck up. I wouldn’t call her ugly; plain is probably a better term. I guess you have heard the tired old expression, “Put a bag over her head and fuck her like she was the most beautiful woman in the world.” Well, that tired old expression fit my sister, Amy to a tee.

I want you to know that I love my big sister. We have always been close and didn’t seem to have the usual sibling rivalry. In fact, Amy was almost like a second mother. She made sure I brushed my teeth, washed behind my ears and wore clean underwear. Amy and I could talk about anything. I could share my innermost thoughts with her without fear of judgment, and she could do the same with me.

As I said, I don’t want to put her down too badly, but she was, in fact, downright plain looking in high school. However, she did have a mysteriously seductive smile. I would say her smile was somewhat like the Mona Lisa. Her face was covered with freckles, and she had long straight, dishwater blond hair that would not hold a curl. Most of the time she bundled her hair on top of her head and clipped it in place with a tortoiseshell clip. To say her hair was unmanageable would be an understatement. Her hair usually went in all directions creating what some refer to as “bed head”; that unkempt look most women would have when they first roll out of bed in the morning.

However, for some hard to explain the reason, her unruly hair also contributed to her overall sexiness. And without realizing it, Amy would often exhibit facial expressions that range from enticing, to fascinating, to appealing, to inviting, and in some cases, utterly downright mesmerizing. That along with her latent sexual appeal that she didn’t even realize she had, all added to her total sexy package.

Amy was acutely aware that most guys usually spoke directly to her tits rather than her eyes. She once confided in me that their ogling made her uncomfortable at first, but she learned to enjoy their attention. The young boys she went to high school with were awed with her tits but didn’t know how to approach her, so she had few dates in high school. In college that all changed.

In college, Amy began to use a bit of makeup. You would be surprised at what a little lipstick and eyeshadow will do for a girl’s appearance. The makeup and her large breasts made a delightful combination. No one seemed to notice her plainness with a dab of lipstick. She used to hang out with some really gorgeous girlfriends but still thought of herself as ugly compared to her girlfriends. She was amazed at why so many of the guys her girlfriends attracted wanted to hit on her. I could have told her that it was her tits and the makeup, but I didn’t.

The college guys appreciated her large tits, and it often led to many dates where she would spend the entire evening prying their hands off her tits. On some occasions, she would let a guy slip his hand inside her bra, and if the mood struck her, she would even let him suck on her sensitive nipples. She always loved it when I sucked on her tits, but I don’t want to get ahead of myself. I will get to that part later. Amy never let any of the guys in college fuck her, but she did give a lot of hand-jobs. She told me after she returned from her honeymoon, she had been able to save her virginity for her wedding night. I wanted to hear all the details of her wedding night, but she told me somethings were meant to be private.

Amy graduated from an Ivy League University on the east coast and had married a very successful corporate attorney. He was about ten years older than Amy, and I am sure it was her tits that captured his heart. I don’t remember if Amy ever told the rest of the family or me how they met. Everyone was so thrilled she found someone, we just didn’t press for details.

Okay…enough background. Let’s get to the parts where I devoted most of my waking hours trying to seduce my older sister. My last year of high school I had a constant erection every time Amy donned her bikini. That was exciting to see but was not enough to satisfy my cravings for her. I used her bikini images for masturbation motivation. I began to spy on her and tried to get a glimpse of her in the nude. I think she realized what I was doing and began to tease me while pretending she was unaware of my snooping.

A week after my first sexual encounter with Aunt Bella, I was walking down the hall to my bedroom. Amy’s bedroom door was slightly ajar, and I could see her in front of a full-length mirror. She was completely nude and was casually brushing her long hair. I was treated to a full-frontal view of her body reflexing in her mirror. I was riveted by her exquisite state of undress. I couldn’t move away from her bedroom door. I was barely able to catch my breath. I couldn’t have planned this chance sighting more perfectly. I lost track of time and had no idea how long I stood there gaping.

She was absolutely stunning, and she would occasionally pause to turn sideways and study her breast from different angles. Her areolae were about two inches in diameter, and her nipples were hard; standing out from her breast like little cherries on an ice cream sundae. They were more beautiful than I had ever imagined. At one point she closed her eyes and pinched her nipples, letting out a low moan. I began to rub my swelling cock through my thin running shorts, and I think she caught a glimpse of my movement in her mirror because her face flushed a bright red and she froze for a moment. A minute later her eyes locked onto mine in the mirror. For a brief moment, she stared and then reacted. She spun around and charged the door like a crazy woman.

“You perverted little asshole,” she screamed before slamming her bedroom door shut.

It took me a minute to recover from the initial shock, and I then retreat to the safety my own bedroom. I felt reasonably sure mother had heard the ruckus and would come to investigate. About five minutes later I heard Mom talking with Amy. I couldn’t detect what they were saying but was sure I was in for a stern lecture from either Mom or Dad.

I spent the rest of the afternoon preparing for my defense. That dreaded moment never came. Dinner was calm and relaxed as usual. There was an average amount of family chatter around the table. I did notice that Amy avoided making eye contact with me, but when she did, she would guardedly smile and blush a little. Amy seemed to intentionally evade looking at me. Mom would occasionally smile at me and ask if I was okay. I didn’t know how to answer her. I thought I knew the reason for her question, but I didn’t know what answer she expected from me. I remember wishing I had listened at Amy’s door when Mom came to check out the ruckus.

Halfway through the dinner, I found myself unconsciously staring across the table at Amy’s tits. I lifted my eyes from her breasts and saw she had stopped eating and was glaring at me with a deadpan stare. I looked to my left to see if my Mom had noticed my gawking. Mom gave me a coquettish smile and then winked. Dad was busy cutting the steak on his plate and didn’t witness anything.