Brother/sister encounters

I like the subtle aspect to it, when it’s left unspoken.

I remember when I was 20 and still living at home with my parents. My 25 year old sister visited home for the weekend. I hadn’t seen her in a long time. She looked at me in a different way like it was the first time she found me really good looking.

There’s just something hot about a sibling looking at you that way. Looking at you like they’d enjoy having sex with you even if it’s never going to happen.
 
I'm curious to hear your feedback about stories of brother/sister encounters (involving 100% consenting adults per the rules).

In this case I don't mean porn. Rather, anecdotes, fiction, and fantasies.

While looking at the Story Ideas page, I found an idea involving a brother and sister and decided to take a stab at writing it. It's not finished yet. But it kind of surprised me that I wrote it, because this subject has never been of much interest to me. (I don't have a sister.)

So I'm wondering: If this is your fetish, what about it do you enjoy? How are the encounters (whether real or imagined)? Do you have an opposite-sex sibling? Do the fantasies (or events) go "all the way" or is it just titilating curiosity-type happenings? Does it involve your real sibling or just imagined characters?

Also curious if it's equally popular between women and men.

Looking forward to your feedback. Again, please keep all age references to 18+.
Brother and sister making love to each other so hot to me
 
Don't remember if I've posted this here or not.

Okay. So. One night, my sister was visiting my mother and I from out of town. I lived with my disabled mother and cared for her. Not as much as I would have liked to, but that’s another story. So my sister and I went out and got drunk, catching up on everything and having a pretty good time. We ended up going back to Mom’s, who was in bed by then, and drinking some more. E, we’ll call her, was about 40 at the time, three years younger than me. She was cute, if not quite pretty, at least in my eyes.

Anyway, as we got drunker, I worked up the nerve to bring up the times when we’d been... younger. I told her that I’d always felt terrible about taking advantage of her way back then. She laughed it off and said it had never bothered her, and even back then, she'd thought it was fun.

Having made my peace on that subject, I was lamenting about not having a sexual partner at the time. Now, my sister and I hadn't been close since we were kids. She was actually pretty much a brat, and I never had any sexual attraction to her growing up, although she was pretty cute. She was married at the time of our drunken discussion; still is, as far as I know. We had a permanent falling-out when my mom died.

But that night, I said the thing I missed most about having a girlfriend or wife was just boobs. I missed seeing boobs in person! E took a big gulp of her cocktail, then lit a cigarette, laughed and said, "Well, here ya go, then." She raised her t-shirt, braless, and showed me her cute little B-cups. Little bee-sting nipples, pink, nickel-sized areola. Nothing special about them, but it had been so damn long...

I said, "You've actually got cute boobs." (She really did!) She smiled in appreciation and let me look at them for a little bit more as she smoked her cigarette, getting a kick out of my attention. After a minute or so, she moved closer to me on my mother's sofa. She leaned up towards my face and just started kissing me. Again, I had never had a sexual thought about her since we’d been kids. But I was drunk and horny, so I started kissing her back. We made out for a good ten minutes, although (unfortunately) we did keep our hands off each other, except around our necks.

We finally pulled away from each other, panting. “You’re a really good kisser,” she said.

“You, too.”

We couldn’t help but start making out again. Eventually, we stopped. I think we both wanted to take the next step. But we both chickened out. After all, she was my sister, and she was married to boot. We ended up going to bed (separately) and didn’t talk about it again. The next day, hanging out with our mother, we acted like nothing had ever happened.

Now, I really wish I would have pressed the issue. I wish I had stripped her down and fucked the living daylights out of her. We both might have regretted it forever, but goddamn, it might have been worth it.
 
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