My little sister is the only woman I've ever really loved. She was my first crush, my awakening. Since then, she has been my ideal of a woman, the standard by which I measure all others.

We fooled around quite a bit, sometimes more regularly and then sometimes not at all for some time. Just keeping as inconspicuous a distance as possible, so that no one finds out how deep our feelings for each other really go, we'd hoped.

We were kinda all over the place reallly. I can barely make sense of it myself but for what it's worth I'm glad for every weird and fucked up thing we did.

Anything we did felt so damn perfect, so natural and effortless and yet infinitely more intense.

Sometimes we were really just amazingly uninhibited and just let the magic happen, ending up doing stuff we'd normally thought were very much off limits.

The first time she actually gave me head like for real for real I lost my freaking mind. I don't think I've actually fully recovered since lol

(pic isn't her but looks so much like her back then it's kind of eerie)