From friends to lovers…to siblings

Tiffany and I had been friends for a while, when we reconnected after about 15 years. Our families have always been close friends, but she and I weren’t really close.

About 7 years ago, after not seeing each other for about 15 years, we ran into each other at a party and got reacquainted. We soon started hanging out and became good friends. Since we’d first lost touch, we had both gotten married and had families of our own. We started getting our families together and doing things like going on camping trips. Things were going well, until 3 years ago when everything changed.

3 years ago, when I was in my late 30’s, I found out that my dad wasn’t my biological father. We found out that my mother had an affair with her father and that we were actually siblings. Most people, after the initial shock, would be excited to find out that not only did they have another sibling, but it was someone with whom they had grown close. When we found out though, Tiffany couldn’t stand the sight of me and told me she didn’t want to see me ever again. What happened? Well, it all started about 2 years after we reconnected. We started fucking. Every chance we got.

My name is John. I’m 41 now. I’m still married to my wife Jean and she doesn’t know a thing about what Tiff and I were up to. Neither does Tiffany’s husband.

Five years ago, my company sent me to a convention in Las Vegas. It just so happened that we are both in the same field and her company sent her there as well. We loved this, as it meant we wouldn’t have to try to pass the time with people we didn’t know well and could hang out.

The conference was 4 days and we decided to fly in the day before and fly out the day after. We got in and went straight to our hotel to check into our separate rooms and drop our stuff off before exploring. It was pretty uneventful, we walked around, chatted, grabbed dinner and then did a little gambling before going back to our rooms for the night. I got back to my room and decided I needed to relieve some tension, so I watched some porn on my phone and jerked off. Around midnight, as I was almost asleep, my phone buzzed. I took it out and saw that Tiff had sent me a message, just a silly meme that made me laugh hard. I said goodnight and fell asleep, with the last thing I thought about being her sending me that picture.

The next day I woke up early and got ready for the conference. I texted her and she didn’t reply, so I decided to go to her room. I knocked on the door and she answered in her underwear, with a toothbrush in her mouth. My heart skipped a beat.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I slept in” she slurred through her toothpaste filled mouth.

I have to say, for being a morning mess, she was beautiful. I had never noticed it before. I went in and shut the door behind me. She went to the sink to continue brushing and when she bent over to spit, I noticed how perfect her ass was in her underwear. Nice and round, perfect toned legs and a tight abdomen. My dick was immediately rock hard. I wanted to go over to her, put my arms around her waist, kiss her neck and then bend her over and go to town. My god. What was I thinking?! I’m married. This is my married friend! Instead, I walked over and handed her a towel to wipe her face.

“Thank you” she said, smiling at me.

She finished getting ready and we headed out, stopping to get a bite to eat to-go on the way.

The conference sucked. I kept getting glances of her and couldn’t stop thinking about her perfect body. Soon enough the first day was done and we headed back to slip into more comfortable clothes. I couldn’t stand it any more, so I opened Tiffany’s Facebook page and jerked off to pictures of her. It didn’t take long. We met in the lobby and hit the town. We started with getting drinks and did some shopping. More drinks and then dinner. More drinks. I was feeling buzzed and loving it. I could tell she was feeling her drinks as well. We walked by a place where she could hear some music and she grabbed my hand.

“I wanna dance!” She exclaimed, smiling at me with her perfect smile.

“Ah man you know I can’t dance” I replied.

It was true. I’m a terrible dancer, but she has a way with me and not too long after, we were on the dance floor. She was really loose and I was loving it. She was dancing with all of the girls on the floor it seemed, so I felt safe to leave for a second to use the bathroom. When I got back I couldn’t find her. I looked everywhere and then finally saw her over near a corner. There was a guy clearly trying to get her to dance with her and she looked annoyed, so I decided to rescue her.

“Oh thank god baby you’re back” she said, and kissed me hard on the lips. I was shocked, confused, and in heaven.

“This is my husband, so you see, I’m not alone, thanks anyway”.

The guy left looking a little deflated.

Tiffany laughed and said “Sorry about that John, I needed to sell it”.

I just laughed it off and said no big deal. She then started dancing, but this time with me. She had her back to me and was grinding on me and I was worried she could feel my rock hard cock. Something tells me she could because she leaned into me, pulled my hands and put them on her abdomen in front of her. She was feeling her drinks.

As the dancing went on, I started getting a little more ballsy and started moving my hands up, slowly. Soon, I got to where I was going and I got one hand on her breast. It felt amazing, but short lived. She grabbed my hands and pulled them down, but then she turned and faced me, putting my hands on her ass and stopped dancing. She looked up at me and just locked eyes. I decided to go for it and started to lean in. At that moment however, the music stopped. Something changed in her eyes and she stiffened and backed a way a little.

“I think we should go grab a drink” she said, grabbing my hand and heading back to the bar.

That hurt. I felt a pain in the pit of my stomach and got worried that I just messed everything up. We got to the bar, had a drink and she seemed to loosen up a bit, as we chatted. We decided to call it a night and started heading back to our hotel. We were both still pretty buzzed, so she was joking around a bit and having a good time, but you could tell things were different. We got to our hotel and I walked her to her room and we said goodnight. I was hoping that maybe she would hug me and I’d have a chance, but she just smiled and said goodnight. I walked to my room, laid on my bed and cursed myself.

Then it happened. My phone buzzed. I looked at it and couldn’t believe what it said. “Not gonna lie I was hoping you’d kiss me earlier”.

My heart was racing. I didn’t know what to do. I decided to respond.

“I was about to. I wish I had”.

To my dismay, her response wasn’t as promising. “It’s a good thing we didn’t. We’re both married. I love you, but not like that. Anyway I had a good time. Goodnight John”.

I said goodnight, showered and went to bed. That was at about 1. Around 2:30 I was woken up to a knock at my door. I looked though the peep hole and my heart immediately started racing. It was Tiffany, in sweat pants and a short shirt and you could tell she didn’t have a bra on. And it must have been cold in that hallway. I opened it and said “what’s up”.

“I can’t sleep, can I come in?” she said

I opened the door, she came in. She didn’t say anything, she just attacked me. Before the door was even closed, she was kissing me. We stumbled to the bed, I removed her shirt, I was right, no bra. She ripped off her pants, no panties either. We were both on the bed kissing, my hands exploring her body. She had the most perfectly toned body, beautiful A cup breasts, amazing pussy with just a light landing strip.

I worked my hand over her abs, lightly brushing her strip. When my fingers brushed over her clit, she let off a soft moan into my mouth. While our tongues explored each other, my fingers finally found their mark. I parted her soft lips as my finger sank into her soft, moist tunnel. She let out another moan. She was tight, but already extremely wet. I rubbed inside her until I found her g spot. This set her off and she let out a lower grunt. While this was happening I had stripped and she now had a hold of my cock.

“I want you inside me” she breathed into my ear.

I didn’t need any more motivation. I shifted until I was on top of her and brought my unit to her wet opening. I leaned forward, locked our lips together and thrusted. Now, I’m not big by any means. In fact, I’m a little under size, at 4.5″. But that didn’t seem to matter. She has the tightest pussy I had ever felt! It was like a vice squeezing my cock. I knew I wouldn’t last long, so I pulled out. When I did, she made the cutest little whimper. I kissed my way down her body, past her breasts, over her taught tummy, down her slit until I could taste her sweet juices. I ate her until she was just about to cum, then I stopped. She begged me to keep going, but I just sat there and let her come down a bit, then retook my position between her legs. I bent her legs back so that her knees were at her chest and fucked her for all I was worth, with her feet on my chest. It didn’t take long and I heard her cry out. I couldn’t hold back anymore and shot my seed deep in her, while she came. We sat like that for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few minutes. Afterword, I rolled over so that I was laying next to her and we fell asleep in each others arms.

The next morning, when we woke, she could barely look at me. She sat up with her back to me. I said good morning and she just said “hey”. It was like a gut punch. Things were tense all day. When I finally got her to talk to me, she said that she felt bad that she could do that to her husband. I completely understood. I felt the same way about my wife. Things had changed though and I saw something in Tiffany that I hadn’t seen before. That night after the conference, we just went back to the hotel and each did our own thing.

The next day was more of the same. At one point, we each went to separate talks and didn’t see each other for a couple hours. We met back up for lunch and made polite small talk, but I could tell I had ruined things. When the conference was done for the day, we got back to our hotel and rode the elevator up to our floor. We got to her room and I carried on to mine.

As we were parting, she said “I’m going to the pool in a bit, if you want to join”.

I didn’t know what to say. I suddenly felt a spark, but was kind of confused. I decided to try and play it cool on hopes she would try to convince me, so I just replied “I don’t know, I’m kind of tired, I might just stay in for a bit. I hope you have fun though.”

Sadly, she just said “ok, well let me know if you change your mind”.

I decided to just watch some tv. A little bit later I got a text from her. It was a picture of her in a bikini and said “sure you don’t wanna join?”.

What kind of asshole could turn that down. I quickly got changed into my bathing suit and she met me at my room. When I opened the door I was pleasantly surprised. She was standing there in her sweat pants, with her bikini poking out the top and her bikini top on. Once again, I was instantly hard and hoped it wasn’t showing.

We made our way down to the pool where she laid out and I went in for a dip. I tried to get her to join me, but she declined. I caught her glancing at me quite a few times, which made me feel a lot better. I left the pool and laid next to her and we chatted over a few drinks.

After a couple hours, we decided to get some dinner. Dinner was great, we chatted, flirted and it seemed like we were back on track. Afterwards, she asked if I wanted to head up to her room and obviously, I took her up on it. This time, it seemed different. There was more passion, more tenderness, more love. After, we stayed up talking.

The next day we blew off the conference and spent the whole day in bed, fucking, talking, napping and more fucking. During our chat, she said that we had to live by the old saying, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Once we got home, it was back to friends. I told her I understood and agreed, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. We really tried to live up to it too. For about a week.

A little over a week after we got back, we were both left alone for the day and she came over to my place. It didn’t take long before she was laying on my kitchen table, with me planted between her legs. We realised that it wasn’t just a week long fling and that something had changed. We had gone from friends to lovers and nothing would change that. Or so we thought.

Over the next year, we fucked like rabbits any chance we could. We would sneak out and go to movies, dinner, normal date stuff, like we were any old couple. Sometimes we would sneak off and bang in the bathroom, sometimes it was just an “innocent” date. Then it happened. My mother decided she had something she had to unload from her chest. A secret she had kept for far too long and couldn’t live with it anymore. She informed me that the man I had grown up believing was my father, wasn’t.

She said to me, you know how you guys have become so close with Tiffany ____ and her family and how our families were always so close? Well, we were close because her dad and I were…a couple. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I was pleading inside with her not to say it. “Tiffany is actually your sister”.

I was stunned. I couldn’t believe it. That turned into an argument, where ugly things were said, but after a while, I decided I had to be sure. I explained the situation to Tiffany and asked if she would get a DNA test. She was horrified, but agreed so that we could prove it wasn’t true. Unfortunately, it came back that we were siblings. My world fell apart.

Tiff was disgusted and said she couldn’t stand to see me. She said that obviously we can’t be together anymore, but also that she didn’t even want to be in each other’s lives anymore.

We never told our spouses exactly what had happened, she just said that after finding out we were siblings, it changed things and she needed to figure out how to proceed with her life. Her husband stayed in touch, but said that it would be best if we just left her alone. I was devastated. I did everything I could to occupy myself so that I wouldn’t think about her. I rededicated myself to my wife and kids. Things were finally getting back to normal and then about a year later, I ran into Tiffany at the store.

She pretended she didn’t see me, but then when we saw each other at the front, she couldn’t hide seeing me. It was awkward, to say the least and it hurt. All of my feelings came flooding back. I asked her how she had been.

“I’ve been ok. Keeping busy. How about you?”

“The same actually.” I replied

“I should be going.” She said and started to walk away. I was crushed so I decided to just go for it.

“Can we get together and chat sometime? Maybe coffee? We need to at least talk”

She hesitated a moment and then finally replied. It looked like she might might cry, but her voice didn’t waver. “Sure. I’ll text you when I’m free”. And then she walked away.

I got home and my mind was racing. A little while later I got a text from her. My heart started racing and I had to prepare myself before I could even look at it.

“I wish I could say it was nice seeing you today but honestly it tore me apart. I love you more than you know and it’s been killing me not to be able to see you. I would give anything to be able to go back to that week in Vegas before we knew everything. But I’m your fucking sister! It’s so wrong what happened! That’s why I don’t think I can meet up with you again. I’m sorry.”

My head was swirling. I was disappointed, but also hopeful. She felt the same way, so I replied and hoped it would persuade her. I told her that it doesn’t matter what our DNA says, we didn’t grow up together and didn’t have that type of relationship. Who cares about all of that, plus a few other things. It worked, because after going back and forth a few times, she agreed to meet me. We set up a time and 2 days later, we met at a coffee shop.

It was rough at first. I could tell she was fighting back tears for a while at first. At one point she couldn’t hold them back, but by the end, we were chatting like old friends and she actually was laughing along with me. When we parted ways, she hugged me and said she’d get ahold of me again and maybe we could get the families together.

I didn’t hear from her for about a week, then she messaged me and asked if I wanted to go for a walk. I met her at a trail by the river and we walked and talked. After a while, we came to a spot where there were some rocks we could sit on by the river and she said she could use a break, so we sat down next to each other and chatted. It was nice. There were no people around, it was just the two of us and the river. After a while, we stopped talking and just sat there, looking out over the water. I looked over at her. She was the most beautiful thing I had seen in a long time and she seemed so happy and at peace. Then she turned and we locked eyes. My heart started racing and after a few seconds she looked away but I could see a smile spread across her face. I looked away and we sat there a moment longer.

After a moment, I said fuck it. I slid next to her and put my arm around her. I could tell she was trying to figure out how to respond. The anticipation was killing me, but finally she rested her head on my shoulder. We sat like that a while longer, then she whispered, barely audibly “we should probably get going”.

“Ok” I replied.

I straightened up a little and she lifted her head. Instead of getting up though, she just looked at me. Finally, I leaned in and kissed her. Thankfully, she started to kiss me back. She opened her mouth and I felt her tongue massaging mine. It was a few minutes before we finally came up for air. She pulled back a little bit and looked around. Without talking, she stood up, grabbed my hand and pulled me up.

She led me to a secluded area, where there were bushes around the grass, she pulled me to her and kissed me again. Then she reached down and started to unbuckle my pants when I realized what was happening, my cock jumped to full attention. I quickly helped her out and when my pants were down, tried to help her with hers, but she swatted my hands away. She got down on her knees and took my cock in her mouth. It was amazing. Her mouth was perfectly warm and wet. She ran her tongue along the underside of my cock and then engulfed it again. She was working me hard and I was about to cum, when I pulled her off of me. I got down to her level and kissed her hard. I had to have her. She clearly was reading my mind, because she stripped off her pants and laid down on the ground and pulled me on top of her. I entered her with ease. Between her saliva on my cock and the fact that her pussy was soaked, my cock slid right into her hot, very moist hole. I forgot how great she felt. I was close to cumming almost instantly. I had a stead rhythm going and we were kissing, then she broke our kiss.

She whispered in my ear “I love you baby, so much”.

I couldn’t believe it. I was stunned. She had never said that to me. Not out loud anyway and not in that way. I lost it and came instantly, launching my seed deep into her body. When I came, she tightened her grip on me and kissed me deeply. We laid there, locked in our lover’s embrace for what seemed an eternity. I was in heaven. My love had returned to me. We got up and got dressed and when we walked back, it was hand in hand. When we got back to our cars, we kissed and went to our respective houses.

Since then, we have carried on our relationship and while we have other families, we consider each other to be second spouses. We have never again talked about the fact that we are siblings, because really, we aren’t.

Tiffany found out recently that she is pregnant. It could honestly be mine or her other husband’s, since neither of us uses a condom with us. Either way, I will love the child as if it’s mine, since it very well could be.

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