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It began when I made her clothes disappear

Siblings and Lovers

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Almost immediately, the blurring in my eyes came, causing me to rest my head on Trish's shoulder. Worried, my sister stroked my head and asked me what was wrong.

I shook my head and looked up into her warm brown eyes, seeing a sort of contentedness I'd never seen before. Slowly, I scanned her bedroom, only to see most of her girly accessories and furniture replaced with more sensible substitutes. Her small twin was now a queen bed, and various picture frames of us in intimate poses littered the walls.

"Trish? Why is your bedroom so different?"

Trish frowned, "You mean our bedroom?"

Suddenly, everything made sense. "Yeah, you're right. I just has total brain fart. Lets just drop it."

Trish raised a brow at my strange behavior, but complied. In an effort to ease her worries, I lifted her onto our bed and began to kiss her and fondle her breasts. With a single wish, her green polo disappeared and was pulling at her panties, inserting a finger into her tight, warm, and soaking passage. Trish moaned into my mouth, her hands rubbing my back in a sensuous motion. I began to rub her clit and unzip my jeans in preparation for my entering her, but a knock on the door had me off the bed in less than a second. I reached for a blanket and covered Trish's nearly naked form securely.

Our mother walked in seconds later. Staring knowingly at the two of us. I was on the verge of having a heart attack, but Trish only giggled.

"You two," mom laughed, "Always fooling around. You remind me of your father and I when we were younger."

"Mom," I coughed, "Do you need anything?"

"It's time for dinner, I made casserole."

After Trish and I promised to make it downstairs in a few minutes, mom left us, laughing hysterically. From our brief conversation, it seemed like she and dad were very accepting of our incestuous relationship. It was a bit unnerving to say the least, but Trish, who was currently nibbling on my neck while we sat at the dinner table, didn't seem to mind anymore.

Suddenly, knowing my sister was mine alone, I began to think of how else this ring would improve our relationship...


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