I had a sexual encounter with my sister. It was really intense and I loved it, so much so that I don't think I can let it go.

When I was 19 years old, I had an encounter with my sister, who was 15 years old at the time. I was not attracted to her for a long time because she was in puberty and I had not seen her as an adult woman, but as a little girl, someone younger. However, about 3 years ago, when she entered puberty, her body began to change a lot and I started to see her as a woman of the house. We never really paid attention to each other, lived our lives, and had our own hobbies and interests. I eventually saw her from a different perspective and started to feel some attraction to her. I didn't act on these feelings because I didn't want to ruin my family for some personal and superficial gain. I was also afraid of being rejected by her. I thought I was just projecting some fantasy onto a girl and that it wouldn't work out in real life.<br><br>One day, she was sunbathing by the pool with her top off, which was when the dam really burst for me. I didn't want to stay home anymore, where I had to be with her, so I moved out with my friends and continued my life, but I couldn't get her out of my mind. I even started to avoid going home. I was pretending to be strong and mature, but I was really weak and immature.<br><br>A few months ago, when I went home, I couldn't bear it anymore and told her how I felt. I got the reaction I expected and she ended up not wanting to have anything to do with me. I left home again, but she eventually came to my house and told me she had thought about it and she felt the same way. She was also afraid of how our parents would react and even if they would kick us out of the house. I told her that we had nothing to be ashamed of, we were two consenting adults who had the same feelings and that we would eventually get over it and leave the house. She agreed and we started talking about it.<br><br>We talked about when we would do it and how to do it. We agreed that it would be best to keep it a secret and that we could easily do it at our house when our parents were away. That's exactly what we did. Our parents were away and we were home alone. I went to her room and we talked about how we felt, kissed, and eventually did it. It was intense, something I had never lived. I loved it, she loved it too, and from that moment on, we became obsessed. We loved each other so much and we couldn't stay away from each other.<br><br>We continued to do it for some time, but one day we were caught by our parents. They were separated now and our mother told me to leave the house, but I said no and left with my sister.<br><br>We're living together now and we're really happy, but we have no money. Life is very hard and I'm suffering a lot to keep her well, to feed her and we don't even have a house. I got her pregnant and even though she's not showing much yet, I can already see her belly starting to get round. My heart melts just thinking about it and that's all that's keeping me going.<br><br>But the thought of losing her is the only thing that keeps me going and I know I wouldn't kill myself if that happened. I would rather live and take care of my baby than die. I love my sister and soon my son a lot.