In my defense

Was it wrong to see my sister was beautiful? - Surely not.
Was it wrong to be turned on? - I’m just a man.
Was it wrong to compliment her, flirt with her? - I was only telling her the truth, just to raise her self-esteem.

Was it wrong to keep masturbating when I knew she was watching? – She just wanted to learn about guys, and everybody does it.
Was it wrong to be doing it with her panties? – They were silky soft; that’s the only reason I did it.

Was it wrong to let her touch me? – Out of compassion she relieved my frustration.
Was it wrong to touch her in return? – A favour returned cannot be evil.

Was it wrong to come so close again? – Living under one roof, we could not always be apart.
Was it wrong to want more? – We pledged to stop, but passion is no less instinct to us than breathing.

Was it wrong to lick her clit? – Her only birthday request, and it’s not technically sex.
Was it wrong to fuck her ass? – Sodomy is just a word.

Was it wrong to finally take her virginity? – We’d already done everything else.
Was it wrong to cum inside her? – I couldn’t have pulled out if I tried.

Was it wrong to hide “us” from the world? – They wouldn’t understand; we spared them anguish.
Was it wrong to “do it” all the more? – Our passion kept secret; our passion inflamed.

Was it wrong to call her my slut? My slave? – I’m sure I was the more enslaved of us two.
Was it wrong to rut like dogs? Like beasts? – Beasts have no morality.

It was not wrong. How can that be wrong which feels so right?