My Sister, My Lover

They came to visit us at school and I told them that I would arrange a place for them to stay. My intent was, they could use the second bedroom in our apartment because Joanne and I shared one bedroom. The second bedroom had always been a guest room. So when they got there, we all four sat down and we told them that we were in love and intended to live as a married couple and that, in fact, Joanne was pregnant. In the early stage of pregnancy. Surprisingly, it didn't seem to phase them that much. They had known for some time that we were having sex, they told us. They also knew that we weren't genetically related. Then they told us something else that we had never known. We were never officially adopted. They had acquired us but never actually adopted us. They even had birth certificates for us in our original names. There was no reason that we couldn't marry. If we wanted to keep the names we were raised under, we would have to go to court and petition for a name change but it's really just a formality.

That night I had the best blow job of my life. Joanne was given the best oral sex ever, including licking and kissing her entire body. And then we fucked and fucked for an hour or more. She may have had a dozen orgasms. I don't know how our parents slept in the next room.