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From: madali0@hotmail.com (Eel Adam)
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Subject: {ASSM} {EelAdam} "Cybering My Sister" (mf inc teen)
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Date: Fri, 27 Feb 2004 16:10:08 -0500
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Cybering My Sister

By Eel Adam

When I was having cybersex with CrossEyedMary69, I never knew the one
important detail - that she was my sister.

I'm sure things would not have turned out the way they did, if I knew
who she was, but it was a situation where my ignorance made my life
more interesting. I'm 17, and my sister, Mary, is 15 years old. Our
relationship used to be non-eventful. We have a few arguments, and I
liked her enough as a sister, but aside from that, I didn't really
talk to or notice her that much. She had her life, and I had mine.
Also, more importantly, we both had our own computers.

This story isn't my English paper, nor am I submitting it to be
published in any important journal, so I'm going to ignore all the
little details and everything. Should I describe myself? Should I
describe my sister? Let's forget that. It's not that important anyway.
Just pretend she looks like someone you know. Maybe your cousin, your
daughter, or better yet, your sister.

Anyway, I used to visit chat rooms to meet people from my city. When I
say people, I really mean "young girls". And when I say "meet", I
really just meet opportunities for online or offline sex.
CrossEyeMary69 started off as just another young girl that I would
chat with every time I was bored. I remember asking for her picture,
but she wouldn't send them to me, telling me she had none on her
computer. When she asked for mine, I would give similar response,
although I did have a webcam. I just didn't feel too comfortable
sending out my pictures to random people. I always figured that those
could come at a later time.

I'm not going to lie and pretend that our chats were great, and that
we loved chatting with each other. We really didn't have that much in
common, and I didn't get online looking for her.

At first, at least.

Eventually, the chats slowly started moving towards a topic which both
of us enjoyed talking about. And that was sex. We started talking
about our views on it, and it moved towards our (very little)
experiences, and slowly towards our fantasies. That's when we saw how
much we had in common.

At first, I didn't want to tell her about my fantasies of incest. So,
when we were talking about our fantasies, I wouldn't divulge all my
dreams. So I'd sit in my room, and I'd tell her how I wanted to have
sex with a girl in public, against a wall, on a table, finger her in a
restaurant, and she seemed to have similar desires. And as these
conversations would continue, I'd take out my cock, and play with
myself, as she described her fantasies and her wishes.

Initially, I wouldn't tell her what I was doing when I was talking to
her, but I'm sure she knew. I was almost certain she was doing the
same thing. And the more I talked, the more we were open with each
other. When I finally told her of my fantasies of incest, and she
responded that she enjoyed the idea of having sex with her cousin,
father, or brother, I seemed to shiver with arousal. I told her that
what she said was so sexy that I had to masturbate to it, and she told
me that she was doing the same.

After that, we rarely had a conversation that didn't involve us
talking to each other about what we would like to do to each other or
others, and each of them with end with us masturbating.

And all the while, she was Karen, my sister, sitting in the next room.

Can you picture that? She was there in her room, her panties pushed
aside, her fingers touching her wet pussy, while chatting with me,
neither of us aware of the coincidence. And me walking past her 3
minutes after our chat ended, and neither of us even guessing what had
just happened.

I don't think our cyberchats would interest anyone besides ourselves,
but I'd like to show you an example, before continuing with telling
with about what happened next.

kevintheprivate: Id like to sit in a chair by a table
kevintheprivate: then you sit on my cock but with your back to me
kevintheprivate: so I kind push you down on the table a bit while i
fuck you like that
Crosseyedmary: mmm..reach up and hold my tits
kevintheprivate: yes. pinchyour nipples. and bite your neck while push
my cock deep in you
Crosseyedmary: mmm.....I like feeling how hard you are
kevintheprivate: i wish you could touch me now to see how hard i am
Crosseyedmary: I want you in my mouth...right now
Crosseyedmary: I want to take all of you at once.....
Crosseyedmary: right down to your balls......
kevintheprivate: I want to grab your hair and force your mouth on my
cock. I want to push my cock in without even asking you
Crosseyedmary: ok.....I just came when you said that.....
kevintheprivate: Id like to lick you off now
kevintheprivate: id like to lick your thigh as the juice flows down. 
Crosseyedmary: mmm....I want to make you come...hold my hair and force
me to take it
kevintheprivate: id just grab your hair with one hand, push you down
on my cock, and let you suck me off. And then when i want to come, ill
grab your head with both of my hands, and hold you thight
Crosseyedmary: I'd suck really hard as you came....watch me touch my
pussy while you make me suck you

Reading this now, knowing that it was my sister, makes my cock hard.
Even with all that happened after. It still gives me a certain trill,
not knowing that it was my sister.

When I asked her that I would love to hear her moan, I was pleasantly
surprised when she told me that she'd do it for me if we did a voice
chat together. I'm sure neither of us was comfortable with using a
phone, so we just did it via the net. There's no way I can give an
example of the voice chats we had, but I can tell you that it felt a
lot more sexier than typing.

I don't know why I didn't notice it was my sister's voice, but it
might have been because I had heard my sister in a normal voice,
telling me things like "Give me the remote." So my mind was unable to
find a connection with a husky, lusty voice that asked me to fuck her
in her wet cunt over voice chat.

Our voice chats would start with me telling her a little story. Almost
all of them would involve a brother-sister situation. She wouldn't
talk much, except telling me how she wanted it, and what she was doing
at that exact moment. As my stories and descriptions progressed, she'd
finger herself harder and faster, and her moans would get louder,
until she gave a loud gasp.

Maybe if I wasn't so absorbed in the chat myself, I would notice why
my sister would look a little slightly out of breathe when I came out
of my room.

You should guess what the next level was. Suddenly, we both admitted
that we did have web cams. We got a web cam chatting software,
connected everything, and decided to have a little fun with live
video. Being in the same city, we were still both a little nervous
with showing our faces, so when the image started, the webcam was
positioned on our lower bodies.

We talked via the headset, while watching each other. She was wearing
panties, and she was rubbing her hands on her thighs. I told her to
pretend I was her brother. To pretend I was walking behind her, and
wrapping my hands around her. To picture my hands around her waist, my
lips biting her neck.

In the webcam screen, her fingers would slide down to her panties,
sliding her fingers in, and slowly rub herself.

This continued for several times, until after one incident, where
after cumming, she moved the camera up, blew me a kiss, and then
closed it. I didn't see her face for more than 10 seconds, but I saw
enough to give me a slightly jolt.

Did she look familiar? 

I ignored it.

But since she had showed me her face, even for a little glimpse, I was
more comfortable with showing my own face. So the next time we wanted
to start the chat, I positioned the camera, so my whole face was in
view. She did the same. And when the image came up, we both were
horny, and couldn't wait to masturbate infront of each other.

That didn't happen, because we suddenly were looking at each other's
faces. This time there was no doubt. My sister was looking back at me,
her eyed wide with shock and horror. She pushed the webcam away, and
it fell on her wall. I just stared at the screen with blank horror.

My sister?

My sister?!?

What had I done? How could I ever face her again?

I didn't notice that my hand was moving up and down my cock. My
sister. I came all over my hand.

When we saw each other later that day, or the next, or the next day
after that, we couldn't really look at each other's eyes. But we
pretended that none of that happened, so we didn't talk about it.

This continued for a while. 

All the while, I'd see her internet name in my messenger every now and
then, but of course, we wouldn't message each other. I couldn't still
put them together.

There were times, when I'd look at her online name, and wanted to
message her, but didn't dare.

Until a day came that I couldn't restrain myself. I didn't say
anything, I just sent her a webcam request. I waited, my whole body
shaking with nervousness. No response came. What was she thinking of
me? Did she loathe me?

I was about to shut down everything, when a pop-up came that told me
that she had accepted the request. I pushed the camera away from my
face quickly. I didn't want her to see me, even if she knew it was me.

The image came up, and it was her lower body. I adjusted the camera,
so it focused on my boxers. She pushed her panties down, and started
rubbing herself. I took out my cock and did the same. After a few
minutes, we both came, and closed the program. Neither of us had typed
anything or said anything.

To Be Continued - 

Note- I haven't written a sex story in 4 years, so I don't know if
I'll continue with this or not. But hey, you know what would encourage
me? E-mails. Tell me what you think, and if its worth continuing with
the story.

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