My 2 sisters were my best lovers. This is a story about them.

When I was younger I had 2 sisters. One was older, one was younger. They each had their own sexual relationships with men, but I was their lover as well. They never told anyone about this, and so I am breaking this trust when I tell you about it. So let me put the story I am about to share this way: No one should be judged or punished for who they love, no matter how others feel about it. You can love your sister, your brother, mom, dad, anyone, and never act on it, and that's fine to respect that. But when people realize they love each other as more than just family, that is not something to be judged. Love is love and we are all given the right to be happy as long as we do not harm others. Our love never harmed anyone. And it was so good. So there...now you know why I'm telling this story. <br><br>My older sister was 18 months older than me and was my first love. She was beautiful, very smart and talented and for some reason, I was her best friend. We would spend time doing everything together, from taking a bath with me when I was a little kid, to reading books together, to watching movies together, to sharing a bedroom until I was 10. She taught me how to play chess and checkers. She taught me how to play cards, muppets and go-fish. I remember when we were little, she would read to me every night for a hour because she could read and I couldn't. One time, when I was 6 and she was 7.5, we were playing with our Erector set and her dress was up above her hips. I remember looking at her panties and feeling an emotion that I could not identify. I was only 6, but I remember how I felt. I felt...I don't know how to describe it...I was excited and happy and I felt something I had never felt before. <br><br>When I was 8, my sister was 9.5. One day, we were in our room and she had just taken a bath. She was walking around with only her panties on. I was looking at her and she came over to me and pulled down my shorts and then opened up my underwear to look at my dick. She wanted to see it, and I wanted her to see it. Then, I wanted to see her pussy, so she pulled down her panties and let me look. I reached down and touched her pussy, and she actually guided my finger into her vagina. She was a girl and already had pubic hair. My mom always said she was an early bloomer. I had never felt anything so good in my life. She asked me if I liked it. I told her yes. She said all girls loved to have their pussy touched, and that girls never tell boys (men) to touch them because it was too personal, but that she wanted me to do it because she trusted me and I was the only person she felt safe enough with to do that with. I felt so good. I felt like I had experienced something so special and personal. I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing. I just kept rubbing her pussy for a while and she started moaning. I didn't know what she was doing, but I knew she liked it. I didn't tell her, but I was touching my dick while I was doing it...I couldn't help it. But I never had an orgasm...I didn't know about orgasms...but I still felt good. <br><br>The next day, my sister came to me and kissed me and thanked me for being so nice to her. I told her it was my pleasure. And I wanted to do it again, and I told her that. She said that she wished she could marry me one day because she loved me so much. This made me feel so happy and I said that I wanted to marry her one day too. But then I was sad because I knew that wasn't allowed. I didn't care, but I knew our family would not be okay with it. But then my sister went on to tell me that it didn't matter if we could marry...we could always be lovers. She told me that I could be her boyfriend, even if we lived together as siblings. I asked her "What is a boyfriend?" And she said that a boyfriend is someone who you love and who loves you, and you do special things together, including being sexual. At 8 years old I didn't really know what sex was, but I knew it was something bad. But my sister made it seem so right. So I said yes, I wanted to be her boyfriend. And she was so happy. She hugged me and kissed me. And I felt so happy. I felt that I had special privilege, that she had trusted me enough to do something that she never told anyone else about. <br><br>My sister and I went on to have a sexual relationship for the next 8 years. We did everything together. We started with touching, then kissing, then masturbation, then having sex. She was my first, and I was hers, even though she already had a boyfriend when we were 14. She still loved me more than her boyfriend. But we never told anyone about it. We were afraid of the consequences. We were afraid of our family and friends finding out. We were afraid of being punished. But we didn't care, because we knew our love was stronger than anything. <br><br>My younger sister was born when I was 6. My older sister was 7.5. When my younger sister turned 8, my older sister was 15.5, and I was 14. I don't think my younger sister understood, but my older sister was my lover. I remember when my younger sister was 8, my older sister would sometimes let her watch when she was having sex with me. Then when my younger sister turned 10, my older sister taught her how to masturbate. She would masturbate me too, and my older sister would watch us sometimes. Then when my younger sister turned 12, my older sister had sex with her. I was 16 then and my older sister was 18.5. They were very close and my older sister would sometimes want to have sex with her instead of me. I didn't care because I knew I was still her first love and she loved me more than her younger sister. It didn't matter to me because I was just happy that my sisters were happy. <br><br>But then my younger sister and I started having sex together. I was 18 and she was 14. I had just turned 18 and my younger sister had just turned 14. It was my older sister's idea again. She asked if my younger sister could have sex with me, and I said yes. I didn't care, and I felt like I wanted to do it because I loved my younger sister so much too. And I felt like I wanted to pay her back for watching me have sex with my older sister all the time. My older sister was the one who initiated it. She got us alone one day and made us get naked and she taught my younger sister how to have sex with me. And then when they were satisfied that my younger sister knew what she was doing, my older sister made my younger sister practice for a while. Then they both left me alone and my younger sister came back and we had sex together. It was so good. I felt like I was inside my older sister again, but it was different. My younger sister was smaller and tighter. I don't know how to explain it, but my younger sister was different. I loved it. I came fast. My younger sister came fast too. <br><br>I went on to have a sexual relationship with my sisters for the next 12 years. We were all lovers together until my younger sister was 26 and I was 30, and my older sister was 32.5. It was so good. It was so rewarding. We were so happy together. We never told anyone about it. We were afraid of the consequences. We were afraid of our family and friends finding out. We were afraid of being punished. But we didn't care, because we knew our love was stronger than anything. <br><br>When my sisters and I stopped our sexual relationship together, we agreed that we did it because we were happy and in love, and that if we hadn't done it, our lives would not have been as good. But, I have to admit, it was hard for me to let go. I was so in love with my sisters and I loved them for so long. But I realized that I couldn't keep them from living their lives because I couldn't let go. I knew that I would always love them, and that they would always love me too. We would always be lovers at heart. And I have to say...my sisters were so good in bed. They were the best women I ever had.