It had been more than a decade since my big sister and I had sex. Our situations weren’t the same now. We didn’t live under the same roof. Our parents were long gone by now. We were also both married. I wondered regularly if my sister thought about our sex as much as I did. Each night almost, I would fall asleep remembering the curves of my sister’s body. I closed my eyes remembering her silhouette riding my cock as I str...