Mom had been warning us for weeks that she was planning to toss all of the shit that had been accumulating in the garage. No one showed any interest in the task. Dad avoided it and so did my big brother. He hadn't seen his stuff in years and had disowned it. My big sister (now twenty-two) Annie and I (twenty) had interest in my brothers’ vinyl collection which he'd abandoned. He had a couple of guitars in there also which...

You could hear a pin drop in the garage at that moment. The only sound was Annie’s breathing. I don’t think I had taken a breath in at least three to five minutes by now. I wanted to let her lead. I didn’t want to stop, but I also didn’t want to spook her and have things turn bad. They didn’t. After what seemed like forever (but in reality, it was only a second or two), I mustered up the courage to ask her again. “Are you...

After the experience in the garage with my big sister Annie, we were like ships passing in the night in the house. We didn’t make much eye contact the night everything happened. When I entered the house, I considered texting her or mentioning that I’d stashed the old Polaroids and the newer ones so that they’d be safe. Then I figured maybe I’d better not even go there. When it came up, I’d deal with it then. I wasn’t even...

To say that my relationship with my sister Annie had changed since things turned sexual wouldn’t really be telling the whole story. Somehow, we managed to remain as purely brother and sister by day. When it came to anything beyond that, we almost had our own coded language that was equal parts verbal and conveyed with a glance. We could eat dinner at the table like regular siblings. We could joke around with Mom and with...

My sister Annie’s body was the thing of fantasies. Despite the fact that we’d grown up together, I hadn’t really seen her as a sexual focal point until we’d had our initial experience in the garage. Strange as it might sound, that still felt a bit like an accident. It felt like an innocent exploration more than the hot experience that it truly was. Since that time, we’d progressed to actually fucking and meaning it. This...

As I stared into Annie’s nakedness, I started snapping photos almost as much to document what I was seeing as much as I was shooting them to complete this assignment. Annie’s pussy was perfectly shaped. The lips and clit looked smooth and so totally fuckable. I gave multiple affirmations and directions to my sister about positioning and slight movements. The fact was, I didn’t want her to move an inch. I wanted to continu...