I Made My Sister Seduce Me
Hey, guys, it’s only recently that I came across this website when I was told about it by a friend. Read a couple of posts and I thought I’d share my own sex story here; probably the only one I have had, and will ever have, to be honest. I am a 28-year-old average guy, but this sex story began about 10 years back when Yahoo Messenger was still a thing.
Now about me, as mentioned, I was an average person, but what I was good at was with computers, and was pretty much a geek even at that age. I had a PC in my room and my sister had a laptop for her own purposes. Dad pretty much trusted both of us so he was never hesitant to give us whatever we asked for.
Next morning, I casually asked her to lend me her laptop for some stuff and she hesitantly complied. After reaching my room I got a keylogger installed in it and the rest was history. Not only did I get passwords of her Yahoo and Orkut account, I also got all her chats logged. Read through her chats and it didn’t take long for me to realize that my sister had become a fully mature woman. My God. I still remember some of those chats.
Took her bin, and there she was, in all her glory, stark naked, posing as sensually as possible, in over 15 pictures. I was seeing my own sister, NAKED, which was more than what my dick could resist. That was probably the best boner I had had till that day. My sister was no longer a sister to me. I wanted her. I wanted her to be mine and mine alone.
But I didn’t give her any proof. Just told her that I have accessed some personal pictures which were sent to Arun (her online boy friend; name changed). She did not respond, and after two days I had to send her one picture as proof. But along with it was a message assuring that the pictures would never be leaked.
In the mean time, I asked her to end all the relation with the other guy, to which she complied without giving it a second thought. Our conversations weren’t sexual. I played the role of the boss while she was made to play the role of my slave, obeying whatever commands I gave her. This went on for about two weeks and I knew it was time to play my trump card.
I got the fact after reading some of her chats with some of her other friends, which were also logged by the keylogger. Everything was surprisingly working out well for me. Anyway, back to the sex story. So we started chatting as usual when I asked her about her brother and if she’s had any sexual feelings for him.
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Then, I acted to become angry, and told her that she must have sex with her brother and have a picture sent to me, but not in a compromising position, but evident enough to show the “intimacy”. She pleaded and begged a lot, but I didn’t waiver. I gave her two weeks to get this done or warned her, for the first time, threatening her with her pictures. She couldn’t do anything. She was stranded.
The day finally arrived after what seemed like an eternity. It was just my sister and me, and our maid of course, who would leave by afternoon every day. After dinner, we went to our rooms. She wasn’t showing any signs of wanting to talk. But I was willing to wait, and it paid off. The next evening she fell sick all of a sudden.
I was asked to sleep with her the next night as well. Just as we were about to fall asleep (I was pretending of course), she tried to start a conversation with me. And all of a sudden she said those magical words to me: “Brother, I have some issues, and I don’t know whom to trust regarding these issues of mine. If mom was around, I could have told her, and these issues aren’t particularly things that I can tell dad.
She continued, “Yes, but I am only 20 and am in no position to trust anyone else with this” She continued after a pause,”Kiran (not my real name), you are more than a brother to me, a friend, with whom I know I can share everything, even my feelings, no matter what they are. I have always seen you like that Kiran, but you never realized it. Kiran, please do not see me as a bad sister, please, I have no one else…” and she slid closer to me and dug her face into my chest, crying.
We hugged each other a lot. I kissed a lot on her forehead and before I knew it, she was actually into it, as much as I was, if not more. I was a bit skeptical in the beginning. Though she was only doing this to get a picture taken. But that wasn’t it at all. She was actually into me. It all fucking worked. I couldn’t believe how I pulled it off.
She was also in the mood. I was prepared this time, although I have been prepared for that night for ever. I told her that I had bought condoms to which she acted a little surprised. I was still a little young to purchase them but she laughed it off. Brushed my hair and kissed me. We were there. It was all in place, working for real.
Yes, she is married now, but to an NRI, and he only comes home once every year and stays here for a month. Her in-laws aren’t that great so she mostly spends her days with us here at home, our home, the home that made her my wife, and me her husband, and that shall forever remain.
NB: Sorry for not sharing details regarding our sexual life. Those shall forever be ours and ours alone. I know the sex story was a tad bit long for comfort, and yet not so arousing. Blame me for being a poor narrator.
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