"Nat kissed the top of his sister's head. She had yet not opened her bun. Nat expertly removed the pins and unravelled the bun as Melissa's long curly...dark hair floated down as a curtain over her back reaching almost below her full bottom."Mel, I owe you my sanity. You have kept dad and me sane. I love you," Nat could remember the day as clearly as if it were yesterday. His hands slowly rubbed the smooth skin of his sister's stomach, worming up and up ever so gradually. Melissa sighed and. We were married at 18 years old and both virgins. We had sex on our wedding night and that was it. It seemed my cock was too thick and she just couldn't take it. Her vagina would go into spasm, something called vaginismus. At least I'd had the pleasure of eating her pussy for two years and I think I'd become quite an expert. Years later I was always welcome to eat a pussy and it was mutually very rewarding. One night I paid a prostitute for a fuck. She insisted on a condom, the first time I'd. It was not just me that was fooled but everyone else was as well. Whenever we walked out on the streets, we would often be mistaken for sisters because of our striking resemblance despite the hefty twenty-eight year age gap. However, there was a memory in the back of my mind that niggled at me. Perhaps she had told me before and I had just forgotten about it or just didn’t want to believe it.But why did it matter anyway? Whether or not we were related by blood no longer mattered at this point.. The following story is not about her just for a change, although she was my then girlfriend at the time. It all really did happen and I have set it down the best my memory can recallI was still at college and had to work in a pub to supplement my income. The lounge bar of this high street pub was always very busy but I worked in the much quieter public bar where all the local lads drank. I usually worked on my own but some nights if it was very busy a woman call Jane would help out. Jane was.