No more secret

I turned and saw my little sister, Rose, staring at me in anger, and a little fear. Her hair was wet and, more distractedly, she was fully naked and had crossed her arms below her breasts. I saw her anger give way to much more fear as she looked pass me, and saw what I was looking at. Her beautiful face paled and she rushed to close the hallway door that was behind her and moved a little closer to me, hands held out placatingly. Not caring that her tits were on full display to me.

"WAIT!! I can explain, no need to freak out!" She quickly blurts out, and stared at me pleadingly. I suppose my shock might have appeared as disgusted if she always were on edge at someone finding out her fetish.

"Okay, explain then." I raised an eyebrow, wondering what she would come up with.

"Thank you, really! I-I was just, you know, researching something one of my friends had found. It sounded so crazy, and I was just curious, I swear! It's not like I-I actually, you know, really want to do... that stuff." She turned her eyes towards the wall and fold her arms again, this time OVER her breast, unfortunately

"Oh, and who is this friend?"

"Kenzie, She, uh, she just stumbled on it randomly and you know how she is, always curious! Haha!" I saw through her fake laugh, and knew she was trembling a little in fear, and decided to get straight to the point.

"So your 'researching' required you to comment, and I quote, 'All sisters should be just like her, everyone would be happier.' This was in response to seeing a stat on some porn actor-couples page which spoke of how the Brother doms the Sister." I tried to raise my eyebrow even further, though human biology prevented it. I saw her shift her feet and bite her lips, still looking anywhere else.

"Well-well yes, be-because, you know, I had to, um, blend in. Yeah! I needed to see how this obscure community interacted with each other and the-"

"And watching about twelve HUNDRED videos of **** on the website and liking every. single. last. one. Is essential to blending in." I saw as a great blush appeared on her face, and her eyes finally met mine, embarrassment having mixed with fear.

"Well-"

"And having the site give you an achievement, called scholar of the Straight Tree, for the specific videos you've watched?"

"Yes, I mean no, I-I-"

"As well as an achievement called Known Close-Blood, which I read could only be gotten if you uploaded a picture of your sibling, and keeping in mind that I am your only sibling."

"I-I-... how much did you see?" She said in a mere whisper, and I couldn't keep the facade of mere inquisitiveness any longer at the sight of my **** and hot little sister. I marched up to her with an indiscernible face, and saw her quickly retreat backwards, her eyes widening. "I-I, I know this looks bad, I-I mean really bad, and gross. And I'm sorry that I took a photo without your knowledge and uploaded it on a fetishist site about ****, but-" Spacious as her room may be, it was still finite. When she was backing up, she didn't move to the hallway door, and thus towards our parents, but instead back to the bathroom she just exited. She had closed the door behind her when she exited, most likely because of a habit strong enough that it was done even when she saw I was invading her privacy. A habit which caused her to back into the bathroom door. When her back hit the door and she realized she couldn't go no further, she turned her head away and closed her eyes, trembling. "I'm-I'm sorry! I'll delete the photo and close my account! Please don't hit me, or tell mom or dad! Please, I will never-" I reached her and grabbed her chin, forcing her head to me. With a trail of tears streaming down her face, and fearful eyes staring at me, I kissed her. I felt the trembling stop and could swear that I heard no breathing from her. I broke the kiss after a minute, and brought my lips to her ears.

"What is the code phrase to see if you have met a fellow... enthusiast? Ah yes, 'Blessed is the straight tree', my dear sister." I pulled back, and looked into her gorgeous blue eyes. Remnants of fear and embarrassment lingered, shadowed by the mass of confusion she felt. I saw as her lips try to form a sentence, and saw an opportunity. I claimed her sweet lips again, and this time I sent my tongue to invade. I looked straight in her eyes as I did so, and saw as the confusion never changed. I almost believed her mind had broken, yet after a few moments, responded. Her tongue was no longer docile to the intruding muscle and fought my tongue. Yet as her preference in **** videos showed, she was quickly made to submit to me. She moaned into the kiss and wrapped her arms around my neck. She, whether knowingly or not, press her still naked boobs against me and I almost lost my control.

She pulled back and disengaged, her eyes had lost the confusion and was replaced with... longing. "I had feared this was a nightmare made reality, yet now I know that this is merely an illusion, though I kinda wished this was real. However, I know that I shouldn't indulge in another lucid dream like this, the last one almost made me do something foolish. I love you, Paul, and I wish I could tell you this in person." She then closed her eyes and pinched herself. She opened them again and I saw confusion rear its head again. She pinched herself again, and when that didn't work, dug her nails into her palms. I figured I might as well help her. I spotted what must be her journal nearby and picked it up.

"You know, another sign of a dream is the inability to read within that dream, here." I held the journal towards her and saw her dazedly grabbed it. She flipped through pages, pausing to read a little on each page. She shut her journal, and looked wide eye at me.

"I-I read all of that, so wait, does this mean?"

"Yep, this is real. I have seen your fetish, and I... I don't mind it." I turned from her and walked away a little, brushing my hand through my hair. "I mean, its a lot to take in, and I'm curious as to what caused all this. But, I can firmly say, I am leaning more towards your side, then away." I turned to her and saw tears in her eyes. She quickly swiped them away, and took in a shuddering breath, while looking away a little.

"I-I see, I... I don't know what to do now. I always imagined that if anyone learned, they would be disgusted and I would be sent to some mental hospital. Not-not actually be given a chance to, act out on what I have grown to love, on who I fell in love with." She admitted with a whisper. I walked to her and hugged her, comforting her. She rest her head on my chest and wrapped her arms around me. We stayed like that for a while, until she felt motivated to speak.