I Regret Nothing

How I wish I were full of regret or even just some feeling of remorse, the lack of any such emotion is unnerving. What I did was wrong by most society's moral standards and I thought too by my own. With countless thoughts I have endeavoured to convince myself that I am mortified by my actions and riddled with regret, but in the deep recesses of my mind languishes the truth that undermines my conscious efforts. I regret nothing. Regret is a cruel emotion; it cares not whether you are at your happiest or the lowest of the low it will still to rip you asunder with its poison; still I wish I felt it now.

I hope you're intrigued, titillated seems a comically appropriate word for stories such as these, you might be asking what could have caused such an internal crisis? You needn't worry I will not tease and all will be made clear if you choose to continue onwards. Though I warn you this is not a story of love but of love's rambunctious sister lust and the events that follow are what many would consider taboo.

For our 25th birthday my sister she had decided to throw a themed house party. It was for both of us as fraternal twins but it was being held at her house and organised by her so in more ways than one it was her party. The theme she had chosen was nautical (to this day the reasoning behind this is unclear) and upon arrival at her modest abode I spied a shoal of fishes, sharks, sailors, and a plethora of other clever and not so clever costumes showing up. I arrived at her house for the shindig dressed as Poseidon- God of the Sea a costume I had chosen shamelessly to show off my body as it meant I was shirtless with simply a sheet wrapped around my waist; I also had a fake beard and a trident to complete the look. I mingled not yet sighting my sister though I did see her husband. My sister's husband was a nice man, though I didn't much care for him, every conversation I had with him seemed awkward and we were always on different wavelengths, but it happens and I didn't hold it against him we just didn't connect. He was dressed that night as a sea captain with big boots, a stripy top, a fake beard like mine, and a captain's hat. I feigned a smile and waved at him when he saw me but ensured that the distance between us was the right amount that he would not feel obligated to come over.

Eventually, I spotted my sister and saw that much like my costume she had dressed to impress. She was dressed as a mermaid and wore a fake tail that covered her legs with a red wig and a sequined bra that displayed her ample chest, and that was it. I had seen her recently but I had not 'seen' her like this. The sight of her body caused a hidden away cache of memories to tumble back into my mind that had been dormant for many years.

It had not always been easy growing up with my sister. We were close when we were young but as we grew we grew apart. Being the same age meant went through a lot of similar experiences together, but when we reached puberty she developed into her body early which garnered her lots of attention from the opposite sex, which was something that she took great pleasure in. Our paths diverged from there as our interests did. I had grown up hearing all the murmurings and rumours and watched as my friends constantly ogled her, but I tried to keep these thoughts out of my head. I would either do my best to push the thoughts from my mind or chalk up what I had heard to hyperbole. In truth though, I often found it difficult not to look at her too and upon hearing these thoughts imagine. I doubt any young man could hear the term 'Fellatrix' and after learning the meaning not have devious thoughts.

One day soon after our 18th birthday I had come home to what I had thought to be an empty house and I saw what all those rumours were about. After shutting the front door I had paused hearing a noise coming from the bathroom and unsure what it was carefully moved down the hallway to take a look. The bathroom in our house had a large circular mirror on the wall next to the door that when the door was open from the hallway you could see inside. That day as I looked in the mirror as I made my way forward I could see the back of my sister's head bobbing up and down as she sucked the cock of one of her male friends who was leaning against the sink. The sound I had heard was the slurping as she slobbered up and down his shaft sucking vigorously while her hair swished in motion as she did so. Instinctively I had looked away and felt my cheeks go crimson but moments later I looked back. As I did I saw the moment of ecstasy as her friend finished spurting onto her face wave after wave of his cum, it was then that I snuck away utterly unable to process what I had seen and back out of the door I went trying to forget I had seen anything.

Looking at my sister in the weeks and months after was nearly impossible but things didn't get any better after that. Soon after my sister became friends with a group of girls who later proved to hold similar interests and would frequent our house most days meaning that it was almost impossible to hide from the realities of my sister's actions and nefarious thoughts. The girls would talk regularly, assuming I could not hear, about the lurid details of their sex lives. I heard stories about how at parties the group would pick one unsuspecting party goer, take him to a private place, all undress, and depending on his reaction fuck his brains out just for the hell of it. They would giggle about the times the men had been too timid and groan about the wild nights. It was especially difficult though hearing my sister's voice as she described in great detail her hunger for cock. I learnt early on from that incident and countless others I heard that she would suck almost anyone who asked such was her craving. However, her desire was not limited to blowjobs and as she would tell her friends about all the different sex acts she would perform, sometimes with multiple partners various locations like the nearby woods and the backseats of cars. It was hard to hear. Thankfully, as the years passed she found her (now) husband and settled down, but I could never forget what I had seen and heard.

As the party went on I chatted with the other guests catching up with old friends but out of the corner of my eye I kept a watch on my sister, I couldn't stop looking at her in her costume and I couldn't stop remembering that time I had come home to see her. I hadn't thought about it in years, maybe I had repressed it, but now it dominated my mind. At the moment she was passionately kissing her husband in the corner of the room and I could see her hand rubbing not so subtly against his crotch, she didn't seem to care she was in a room full of her nearest and dearest, but he looked so drunk that he wasn't reacting. It was not so long after that her husband stumbled off to bed and that was the last he was seen of at the party.

Eventually the night came to a close with everybody wishing a final happy birthday to us (but mostly my sister) before stumbling off home. I had been invited to stay and having drunk copious amounts that night took up the offer gratefully. My sister's house only had one bedroom so she told me to get out the collapsible bed from their wardrobe and set it up next to theirs in their bedroom whilst she tidied up. I offered to help with the cleaning as she too was much drunker than I but she was adamant through slurred words she would do it alone, so off I went wishing her a goodnight.

Up in their bedroom I saw her husband passed out on their bed drool coming out of the corner of his mouth. He was still fully dressed and looked absolutely gone; I chuckled and then went to find the spare bed. I rummaged through the closet until I found it and pulled it out as quietly as I could out, as I did so though it brought with it a box that had been tucked away far at the back. Intrigued, but tired first and foremost, I quickly assembled the bed not waking the man in the bed next to me even with the loud snaps as the joints locked into place then I turned my attention to the box. There was nothing special about it really it was just that- a box, however, what I found inside brought back waves of memories and made me realise it was much more than just a box. There were pictures hundreds of them of my sister in the middle of compromising situations all taken from her partner's perspective. I had seen my sister sucking cock only briefly but here I could see her with her mouth full and see what it would look it to be in the receiving position. Not only this but there were pictures of her fucking this cock (which I could only assume was her husbands) with her breasts, getting fucked from behind, on top, and countless images of her with cum across her face, back, chest, and in her mouth. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I was starting to get hard but within seconds I thought "I have to stop these thoughts", these were the same words I said to myself when we were 18 and I was hearing the groups of girls and my sister talk. Older now I had more willpower so I put the pictures back as best I could in the same position and fell into bed taking off my costume. I'll admit though I looked through a few more.

Sometime later my sister stumbled into the room waking me from my half sleep and began stripping off in the doorway much to my surprise. She awkwardly removed her mermaid's tail while trying to retain her balance the alcohol hindering her equilibrium. Beneath it she was in a red thong that matched her top, without the sequins, and as she turned around and bent down to pick up her clothes I got the full view of her perfect behind. The way the material formed around her buttocks brought back my erection, I couldn't help it, yes it was my sister but here she was a beautiful woman in her bra and panties. It seemed I couldn't avoid those old thoughts as once more they came crashing back and it was harder to hold back the tide.

What happened next is the source of my turmoil. Instead of getting into her own bed as I expected she came over to mine and with one clean motion flipped her leg over and straddled me. I was shocked and almost let out an exclamation. "Mmm baby" she whispered much louder than she thought "I need it, you haven't given me it to me today." She started to grind back and forth rubbing herself against my crotch. "I know my brothers here but he's sleeping and we can be quiet. Shhhhh" she said putting her finger to her lip. I was already so hard and she knew it as her pace began to increase and she let out a long soft moan.

I should say something. I am going to say something. The longer I wait the worse this becomes as it moves from a harmless mistake to a depraved act. However, every time I start to speak no words emerged and all I could think of was those rumours, those pictures, those feelings I had pushed down for so long coming back to me.

As I remained silent nothing stopped my sister from progressing. She briefly stopped straddling me to pull the duvet back baring my body and without hesitation she leaned over my waist and with her teeth pulled down my underwear removing my last bit of clothing. As my erection sprung up free from the material she gasped. Before I could have another moment of doubt she removed her thong so fast it was almost like she had perfected that action through practise and returned to straddling me. I could feel her now: the warm of her loins as our skin touched, my cock wet were it touched the outside of her pussy. Her moaning was even louder now too, so much for quiet, and I was acutely aware of the breathing of my brother in law and so fearful he would wake that my heart was pounding in my chest.

Then I felt myself enter her as she reached down and directed me in before I could stop her and my cock was surrounded by that unmistakeable heat and wetness. She sat down taking all of me inside her. Gasping she began to drunkenly ride me; in my head I could see the pictures of her in this very position. She put her hands on her head and rocked forward grinding on me letting out little sounds of pleasure and then started to rise up and sit back down on my cock. "Oh god baby" she was speaking at a normal volume and I looked to my side at the face of her husband in the other bed and prayed he would remain asleep; luckily, even this did not wake him. Her breasts bounced with every movement and they teased me as I wanted nothing more than to see those breasts in the flesh. However, to touch or to say anything could risk revealing myself and I could not risk that now I had let things get this far. With my sister fucking me I realised now I had let any window to stop this pass... it wasn't my fault things had gone so fast!

I had heard from the rumours my sister loved cock and I could see this now being demonstrated before my eyes. She put her hands down on the top of my chest grabbing at the tops of my shoulders and began to drive herself down onto me pushing herself deep and hard onto my cock with a hunger. The bed creaked loudly its frame not made for this sort of exercise. I couldn't resist any longer and I didn't care now if I got caught so I reached up and untied her bra freeing her breasts. "Yes! I'm yours I'm yours!" she cried following this and went into a crazed mode grabbing the top of the bed bending down and fucking me even harder. She started to kiss me forcing her tongue into my mouth and biting my lip while her breasts rubbed across my chest her nipples tickling the skin.

We had to be quiet was the thought in the back of my head, but all I could think about truly was how great my sister's pussy felt surrounding my cock and how turned on I was watching her go wild on top of me. I could no longer be passive and reached down to grab her firmly by the hips and began to guide and pull her down onto me causing the smack of her buttocks to echo through the room. She squealed with joy at this and sat up again her hands were on her head once more letting me control the tempo of our fucking. This time I could enjoy the sight of her bare breasts bouncing up and down each time I pulled her down onto me. "Don't stop, don't stop" she whispered putting her hand over her mouth. I did as she said and began to fuck her faster and harder ramming her down by her hips aggressively penetrating her with all of me. She arched her back and her head shot skywards, from behind her hand I could hear a muffled scream and her body shuddered. Her pussy gripped and released on and off pleasuring my cock in a glorious way as she finished, her whole body reacting to the pleasure of the orgasm, then she slumped down onto my chest.

"Thank you baby-" she said kissing me again "you know what I need now though. I can't be fully satisfied without 'my' cum." I couldn't believe what I was hearing my sister was such a deviant, though by now it shouldn't have really shocked me. "Tell me what you what me to do. I'm yours", I froze. I was foolish to think I would be able to go through all of this without ever saying a word surely now the ruse was up and this was all about to end horribly. Think, think! My mind was racing. "I'll do anything" she said emphasising her point in her most sultry voice. I had a thought, I was the only option I could think of and if it didn't work I was in big trouble.

With her head still on my chest I moved my hand up slowly and with my fingertips brushed against the outside of her lips. Seconds passed with me lightly caressing the soft skin waiting and hoping. Then she opened her mouth and took my fingers into her mouth "mmm naughty man" and began sucking "you want me to suck," To begin with she took my two fingers in her mouth down to the first joint swirling her tongue as she did so around them both. Then with both hands she grasped my hand, held it in place, and took my fingers all the way into her mouth down to the knuckle. My sister was deepthroating my fingers teasing at what was to come, as she took them in and out of her mouth the sensation was nice but the implication was what drove me crazy. Keeping my fingers fully in her mouth she moved repositioning herself between my legs then with a pop released my fingers and instantly took my cock into her mouth.

This was not the first time I had received a blowjob of course, but I have never experienced anything even close to this. Maybe it was remembering the time in the bathroom as I looked down and saw her red wig bobbing up and down as she sucked my cock that made the sensation so intense. My sister was very experienced and her nickname: 'Fellatrix' was for good reason. Her hand pumped the base of my cock while with her mouth she frantically sucked down to her fist. Drool was dripping out of her mouth and sliding down my shaft making my cock sloppy and wet noises sound throughout the room. I would have looked to check on her husband but I simply didn't care now. If he looked now he would see his wife sucking her brother's cock, but I had a feeling neither she nor I would stop till I finished, we both needed it. She was consuming my cock taking it in her mouth like she needed it to survive. My stamina was diminishing rapidly, she was just too good, and what she did next finished me off- removing her hand from my cock she placed both of her hands flat on lower abdomen and sunk her head down plunging deep on my cock and taking it all until her nose was level with her hands. She repeated this action going from the tip straight down to base over and over and over again like a piston sinking with ease and each time almost sending me over the edge with pleasure.

With one final pump as she came up from my cock I passed the point of no return and she could sense it too. Wrapping her lips around my cock talking the whole tip in her mouth with both her hands she pumped the shaft like a machine and I finished cumming more than I had ever before. She milked me into her mouth draining spurt after spurt from me while fireworks exploded in my mind until I was depleted. The 'Fellatrix' sat up and throwing her head back gargling my seed in her mouth then with a loud gulp and an "aaah" swallowed it up.

She lay down on my chest clearly satisfied and within a few minutes fell into a drunken sleep. I lay there with her wrapped around me thinking of regret and remorse and realising that I felt neither. When I was sure she was fully out I picked her and up and gently placed her in bed beside her husband, once she was down on the mattress she rolled over and embraced him lovely.

How I wish I were full of regret or even just some feeling of remorse, the lack of any such emotion is unnerving. I had just had sex with my sister and I regretted nothing. In the morning she did not remember, but I always would.