My 12-year-old sister was trying to throw up, but couldn’t. She was vomiting up my ejaculate

Please note that I grew up in the 70s, and some things are possibly different now because the world has changed a lot since then. So, this is just my story.<br><br>My sister and I were always close. In fact, my $5-a-week allowance depended on it. You see, our parents were hippies and, somewhat laughably, so was I. The hippie subculture of the time insisted that we, as children, should learn to self-manage. I guess that’s what our “laissez-faire” parents would call it. Essentially, we were supposed to manage our own lives, but still follow a strict set of rules.<br><br>Once we got old enough for our parents to feel guilty, we inevitably started getting more authoritative figures in our lives. However, they still pushed their children to be self-sufficient. That was the hippie way, after all. We had to do our own grocery shopping, we had to entertain ourselves, and we even had to look after each other. <br><br>My parents $5-a-week rule was an extension of that. <br><br>My sister $5-a-week allowance would have to be paid back 1 $1 at a time if she didn’t honour her weekly household chores. Financing her own leisure activities, making sure she was fed, and keeping track of her money essentially took up most of her free time until she was around 13. I guess our parents just liked the idea of their children being independent because we were expected to work from a pretty young age. We were also “laissez-faire” when it came to each other’s sexualities. The only rule was that we weren’t allowed to do any permanent damage. <br><br>As for household chores, I’m fairly certain my parents never once checked our room, let alone cleaned it. That’s why I kept my own comments locked away for a long time. I was only about 10 or 11 at the time, but I had certainly started to develop a strong sexual attraction towards my sister. I knew this was likely a highly sensitive subject, so I went through great pains to keep it hidden. <br><br>My sister was the only other person who knew. <br><br>Or should I say... the only person that knew was my sister.<br><br>I was 11 when I first realised the severity of my crush. I had started having wet dreams about my sister and waking up the next morning to see the moisture I had left on the bed. I always felt ashamed, but I never felt guilty. After all, I was just being true to myself. I knew I wasn’t doing anything wrong, but I certainly didn’t want anyone to know. <br><br>My sister, however, was a different story. I had confided in her on more than one occasion, and she always seemed receptive to the idea. There was even a time when I had accidentally walked in on her in the shower. We were alone in the house, and she didn’t seem to mind that I had seen her naked. In fact, she was even flirting with me. <br><br>I must have been around 13 when we first had sex. It was a strange experience, but it felt amazing. After a few times, we started to get braver. I would often creep into her room at night, just to sleep beside her. As you can expect, it often went further than that. <br><br>When my sister turned 12, I came up with an idea. We were out in the park when I came up with it. I was riding my push bike, and my sister was sitting on the back. I knew she had recently started her period, so she probably wouldn’t get pregnant, but I still wanted to be careful. I still remember the excitement in her voice when she agreed, and I still remember the way her eyes lit up as she started to suck me off.<br><br>As she was sucking my dick, she didn’t notice the precum dripping on her tongue. She didn’t even notice when I started to cum. At least, not until she tasted the salty liquid on her tongue. <br><br>The look of shock on her face still haunts me to this day. My only comfort is knowing that the incident strengthened our relationship, but it certainly didn’t help me develop a strong emotional bond with my parents. It was just another example of how naive they were.<br><br>We were back in the park in the early hours of the morning, when I saw that my sister had blood in her mouth. It didn’t seem strange at the time - young girls can be very accident prone, and she was acting strange anyway - but she insisted on talking in hushed tones. My parents, on the other hand, were acting very strange. They were distracted, and I could tell that something was wrong.<br><br>After asking for the hundredth time, my dad asked: “What happened? Why are you acting so strangely?” My sister finally answered him, “I stole some food” she lied.<br><br>My dad wasn’t buying it. Well, I guess that’s not true. He was in on the lie, as $5-a-week kid myself. <br><br>When my sister tried to explain, he cut her off and said: “You don’t have to lie to me, I can tell when you’re lying. I can see it in your eyes.” He was lying to himself, but at least he tried.<br><br>I have no idea what happened after that, because I don’t remember it. I do remember the next time I had sex with my sister. It was so animalistic and raw. We were still a little scared, but her willingness to try again only strengthened our bond.<br><br>As I finish writing this blog, I’m filled with a sense of joy and unimaginable freedom. I can finally be open about something that once filled with me so much shame. <br><br>I truly hope that my story can inspire others to be more open about this taboo subject. <br><br>If you’re like me, and you’ve found a soulmate in your sibling, don’t be afraid. Embrace your lust and never let societal norms dictate the way you feel.