Anne was nervous...
Frightened was more like it. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest with a moshpit tempo.
But still, she didn’t move, hidden like she was in her brother’s closet, peering into the dim room at the writhing forms on the bed.
She couldn’t move now even if she wanted to. It was a new thrill coursing through her adolescent body, a combination of fear and arousal that made her knees shake, and her breath shallow.
Marc had sent her to bed soon after Beth had knocked on the door. Anne had protested, arguing that their parents would have let her stay up another half-hour, but Marc was adamant.
Of course, Anne knew what her older brother was up to. He was going to make out with Beth, give her hickeys, and didn’t want her around causing a distraction. That’s when she thought of the plan to hide in his closet.
All the hypocrisy surrounding incest in the media is getting tiring and I'm starting to get sick of it. It's getting so bad that I feel I have to reveal some of my own secrets to create some semblance of balance. I've been having sex with my sister for years. We've always had a good time doing it and suffered no ill effects.
Unlike what people like to believe, we come from a normal, middle class family; not some degenerate perverts. It's may be a different picture to paint of the situation, but it happens to be the truth.
The stuff that I do with my sister, while kept secret from the rest of the world, including our parents, gives us a lot of happiness and well being. We're not abusing or exploiting each other as in so many other 'Normal' relationships we see around us. We are both very happy and well balanced and we have each other to thank for this.