Grew up in a fancy high rise condo downtown by the lake. Parents are both drunks, mons a pill popper, dad drinks from the minute he wakes up until he passes out. We only lived there because he worked in the building. Shitty little 2 bedroom. Me and my sister shared a room. We had bunkbeds in an L shape, with a built in desk on the one side, and storage on the rest. I was on the bottom, her on top. I'd wake up to her all the time playing with herself and jerk off listening to it. Whenever she would come back from the shower to change she'd go by the desk where it was semi private at least. One day I was switching games and realized I could see her reflection perfectly when the screen was black and saw her nude for the first time. Came buckets to those memories.

In our teens, being up downtown with nothing to do, being poor and having no friends and constantly horny we both agreed finally that masturbating with the other in the room was fine in our own beds. Then she got lazy and did it in my bed one day, so I said I'd jerk off until she left. She didn't. So then we started masturbating together. Touching didn't start until a few months later when she asked if she could hold my dick while I came. That lead to her asking how to make it cum and if I wanted to learn how to make girls cum. Oral was the same. Months of mutual masturbation before I asked if she wanted to learn to suck dick.

That only took a few weeks before I got her to let me fuck her the first time. We never kissed though. That always seemed a bit too much. I'd suck her nipples, kiss her tits, eat her pussy, kiss her neck and bite her all over but never kissed on her lips.

Moved for college but not far. Got a dorm room to get away from parents, dorm was an old hospital also downtown converted into rooms. Coed building so she would come stay the night sometimes. Got caught by my roommate once but he didn't know who she was. Now she's in college 3 states away asking me to come visit her