I had sex with my long lost sister unknowingly - Part 1

I had known that I was adopted all my life. After my Father's death, Mom encouraged me to start looking for my biological parents. I already had a good life. I made a great living as a YouTube content creator. But something had always been missing. My poor Mom had taken the brunt of my restlessness, but still showed me love, despite how difficult I had made it for her at times.
"I will be back in a few months. You know you will always be my Mom, Right?" I said to my crying Mother as she wouldn't let go of our hug.
"I know Justin, but I will worry all the same," Mom said as she finally released her death grip.
I walked around the back of the fifth wheeler one last time and stepped up into my Silverado, threw it into gear, and waved as I pulled away. When I made it onto the interstate, a wave of emotions washed over my skin, raising goosebumps on my arms. I had never felt so free, and I could go anywhere I pleased, as I had my house behind me.
My studio was set up in the van, and I had the best satellite internet money could buy. It worked just fine in my driveway, and I prayed it would work in enough other places as well. I planned to stream my content from the van, and no one would be any the wiser.
I had been trying to find my birth parents since I turned 21 over a year ago. With the help of DNA tests, I thought I had found an uncle on my Mother's side. He was in Detroit, some thousand miles from home. He had emailed and said he wanted to talk in person, explaining the circumstances that led to my adoption, and give me any information he had about my birth Mother.
I took my time driving North out of Alabama on I-65, skirting around Nashville in my huge van and truck, as it was not made for city traffic. I stopped for the evenings in small van parks and streamed from the back of the van. I worked late at night just like I always did at home. I met some beautiful people who helped me learn how to hook up and level my trailer the first few times, but none of my audience seemed to notice a thing.
After almost a week of travelling, I pulled into Detroit's outskirts and checked into a van park that had an excellent rating. When I had everything hooked up, I messaged my uncle Ron and arranged to meet him at his home a few miles away. I was soon standing on the front step of an old house that was incredibly well looked after. The planter box under the windows had beautiful flowers blooming, and the grass looked like it had been cut with hair clippers. I knocked on the door, then saw the doorbell and pushed it as well.
"You must be Justin. Come in," The older man said, as he looked behind me, then back into my eyes before guiding me into his front room.
"Thanks for speaking with me, Uncle Ron. I know this must be a bit uncomfortable," I said, as he moved forward and hugged me.
"Just call me Ronny. All the family calls me that." Ronny said as I lifted my arms and returned the warm hug.
"I didn't know how I would feel meeting my family for the first time, and I'm a bit overwhelmed, but the most striking thing is that we have the same eyes," I said, as I looked into the eyes of this distinguished older man with grey hair at his temples.
"I know the DNA test we did proved it, but seeing you now, I see my Sister written all over your face," Ronny said, his eyes were glistening, but no other emotion was showing.
"Is she still alive?" I asked the question, just blurting it out without any thought from me.
"I need to tell you the whole story, so you have some reference. I will start at the beginning and tell you everything I know. I promise I won't hold anything back. You deserve to know the truth," Ronny said and took hold of my hand.
"I'm sorry that just came out of me before I could stop it," I said, surprised at how similar our hands are.
"God, our fingers are even the same," Ronny said, which is just what I was thinking.
"I was thinking the same thing. Mom and Dad have long, thin fingers," I said and felt a pang of guilt about my Father not being alive to talk this through with me.
"I would like to thank your parents for looking after you and bringing you up to be a fine young man. I have always been worried you might have had a hard time," Ronny said, sitting back for a second, holding his emotions in check.
"I have had a wonderful life and miss my Dad now that he is gone," I said, and Ronny looked sad too.
"After you were born, our Father took your Mother and the babies down to the adoption agency and forced her to sign you away.
"Wait, you said Babies, as in two? I asked, trying to work out if I had an older brother or Sister.
"I was wondering why you came here alone, without your Sisters," Ronny said, almost knocking me over with his words.
"What, Mom had two daughters before me, then her dad kicks her out?" I said, bewildered now.
"No, you were one of triplets. I'm so sorry, Justin. I didn't think for a moment that they would split you up," Ronny said, as I started to put things together.
"When you came to the door, I just assumed that you would all be here together. I assumed that your Sisters didn't want to see me. So, I will start back at the beginning, of the beginning.
Your Mom, Meg, and I grew up in this house with our parents, Grace and Tony. Dad was a strict father, and Mom would never question him on anything. When Meg was fifteen, she met your Father, Alfred, who lived a few blocks away. He was a nice guy, and I think she loved him. He was her first love.
When she got pregnant, she tried to hide it, but her belly was impossible to camouflage after a few months, and Mom took her straight to Dad, who blew his top. There was shouting and yelling, and she was dragged over to Alfred's house. To his credit, Alfred offered to marry Meg. Still, both his and our parents decided to have the baby adopted out, and she would have to forget it ever happened.
I can tell you that no one ever forgot anything, ever. Mom never forgave Dad for making Meg give up the babies. Meg never forgot you or forgave herself for letting it happen. It broke us all, but now that Mom and Dad are both gone, I can finally let it all out. Your Mother left town after her marriage to Alfred broke down, and disappeared, and to answer your question. She was drinking heavily at the time, and I'm not sure if she would have ever stopped. I have tried to find her but to no avail," Ronny said, finishing his sorry tale with a wipe of his cheek as the tears finally escaped the corner of his eye.
This time, I hugged him and held him close for a long time. All the time, my mind was whirling with the thoughts of my sisters. How can I find my Sisters and my Mother? How can I track her down?
"They got married and still gave up the babies?" I asked, confused.
"They got married after they left school, but it was doomed from the start," Ronny added.
"I need some help, Uncle Ronny. Can I get a copy of any paperwork you have on my Mom and my sisters? Do you have anything about the adoption agency or Mom's birth certificate?" I asked as I switched gears, now looking for three people.
"I have a folder in my office with everything I have. I haven't searched for you three because I didn't think it was my place to disturb your lives, but I have my name on a few adoption forums just in case one of you wanted to contact me. I will certainly let you know if one of your Sisters responds." Ronny said as he handed over a copy of his paperwork after a long, emotional day catching up.
After finishing my live Stream in my van that night, I began researching and found the adoption agency's address in the city. I searched all the forums I could find, adding my name to the millions already looking for loved ones lost. My uncle couldn't access information about my adoption, but I could. I went into their office and asked for my file to find out who my sisters were.
They might have put the nicest person they employ on the agency's information counter. She couldn't have been more helpful, finding my information file in about thirty minutes. I was sure I'd be waiting weeks for anything from them, but she came through for me. As I sat in the quiet room, where they had set up for this purpose, I went through the file and came to an important decision: I needed to find my Sisters before I went to find Meg or Alfred. It didn't seem right that I went by myself.
"Why were we split up? I would have thought it would be better for us to stay together," I asked Mary, as she came back in to check if I needed any help understanding the file.
"At the time, they were able to split up siblings, and it was easier to find a home for one child at a time rather than two or, in your case, three. We now understand that it can be detrimental to the siblings, so we work very hard to keep them together. But even now, it is hard to do all the time. We will help you track your sisters down if we can, but with the information you now have, you might be able to do it faster yourself," Mary said, not sounding too pleased that they had separated us either.
After my Stream that afternoon, I started my search again, using the amended birth certificate names in the file, finding Jennifer on one of the forums, and reaching out by Messenger. It was the next day when she finally messaged me back with, "Who is this?"
"My name is Bobby, and I'm looking for my adopted Sister Jennifer. She was born on 07/18/1998 in Detroit," I messaged back.
"I was looking for my Mother, and I didn't expect to find a brother," She texted back.
"I was the same. Do you know where our other Sister is?" I asked, hoping they grew up together.
"What! This is too much," She replied, then went quiet for the rest of the day. However, I saw the dots showing that she started to type something a few times, but mustn't have pressed send.
"What's your birthday? Jennifer asked the next morning out of the blue.
"07/18/1998, same as yours and our sisters," I replied, and waited and waited.
"I think I know the answer, but I want a DNA test to put my mind at ease," Jennifer replied, a few hours later.
"I did mine on Ancestry.com. If you do one on there, I should show up as brother, or close relative, or something like that," I replied, and we chatted about our lives and my family for a while. She had ordered the kit while we were talking, and she promised to get it done as soon as she could.
I spent two weeks touring around Michigan, even going off-grid for a night near a lake, trying out my solar panels and batteries. They worked a treat, and I also learned more about my van and what it could do.
"So, it turns out that you are my brother. What about this, Sister?" Jennifer asked after receiving the DNA test results.
"I have to see you in person. I think this is too much to tell you over Messenger. It's too impersonal," I said, knowing it would make our Mom sound cold when she didn't feel like that to me.
"OK, I'm in Muskegon. I will meet you in Hackley Park near the statue tomorrow at midday. I will be wearing a red dress," Jennifer replied after a long pause.
"I will see you then. I'll be wearing a Georgia Tech top," I said, hoping to put her at ease.
I headed to Muskegon and found an RV park outside town. After two weeks of eating my cooking, I was craving a steak, so I headed up the road to a bar I had passed near the park. The place was jumping. I ordered a bourbon, then another, before finally ordering the biggest steak on the menu. The waitress brought over the plate, and as she took away the empty glass, asked if I would like another.
"Hell yes," I answered, as I started to work on my steak.
The beautiful waitress came back with my drink and batted her eyelashes at me. I suppose it was to get a bigger tip at the end of the night. It was going to work because the food and service were fabulous for a small bar on the edge of town.
After finishing my steak, I picked up my glass and sat at the Bar. The waitress looked over at me, and I nodded to let her know I wanted another. Over the next few hours, the Bar emptied, leaving only two other guys and the waitress.
"Where are you from? You sound Southern," She asked, pouring me a last drink.
"Alabama, my folks have a farm there," I answered as well as my drunken brain would let me.
"I bet the winters are better than here. It snows here for a few months," She said, as I looked down her top to the beautiful cleavage on display.
"The snow-capped mountains look so beautiful, though," I said, with my tongue firmly in my cheek.
This brought a smile to her face and put a blush on her cheeks. Even in my drunken state, I knew when I was onto something and continued to flirt. But after I finished the last drink, the other barman asked us all to leave. As I stood, my legs were not responding, and I had to hold onto the Bar for support.
"OK, big boy, let me give you a hand. Good night, Mark," She said, as she caught me, helping me towards the door.
I let my hand slip down to her hip and rested it on the top of her bottom. Not groping her, but just resting my hand on the swell of her ass. She looked up at me, then kept us walking along the footpath. We had walked a few blocks in the fresh air when I started to regain my feet. I took some of my weight off her but kept my arm around her, and my side pressed into her breast. God, she was beautiful, and she was walking me home, at least that's what I thought, when she stopped, took out her keys, and opened a door, then helped me up the stairs.
Inside the small apartment were only a bed and a kitchenette, with a one-burner cooker and a sink with one plate and a cup on the benchtop. She turned me around and sat me on the bed, then turned on the kettle. But when she turned back, I caught her by the waist and pulled her down for a kiss.
She pulled back for a second, looking me in the eyes, then kissed me back, straddling my hips and wrapping her arms around me. WOW, talk about mind-blowing. I had heard about a first kiss being incredible, but this one was something special. I dropped my hands to her ass, and she lifted her bottom off my thighs and pulled up her dress until it was around her waist.
My hands roamed over her bare ass cheeks, and I could feel her G-string disappearing between her globes. She unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it from my shoulders as I ran my fingertips down the trail of her G-string between the valley of her bottom. I watched her unbutton her dress and pull it over her head, then come back for another kiss.
She ground her pelvis into my crotch, causing my trapped cock to harden even more, and the constriction became more uncomfortable by the second. I lay back and undid my belt and, with her help, pushed my jeans until my cock flopped up and slapped me on the stomach. She stood and hooked her thumbs in her G-string and pushed it off her hips.
Her pussy was covered with a small patch of light-coloured pubic hair, and her inner lips were hidden within her folds. There was not a flaw on her body that I could see. She was beautiful from head to toe.
"Fuck, you're beautiful," I said, without even thinking.
She straddled my thighs again and pressed her pussy to the underside of my cock, as I took hold of her hips and ground back to her while kissing her. I reached up with one hand and cupped her breast, a little more than a handful, and the perfect shape, topped with a light pink nipple that I pinched between my finger and thumb, bringing a moan from deep within her.
She rolled us, so she was underneath me, and I rose over her, lined my cock up with her opening. She rocked her hips, rubbing her pussy lips back and forth across my cockhead as I started to press forward. Her breath caught as my cockhead disappeared just inside her folds. Then I looked into her eyes and pressed in some more, and her face changed to surprise, then a wince, stopping me in my tracks.
"Your first time?" I whispered, then started to withdraw.
"I was only going to fool around until that kiss," She said, and rocked her hips again, causing my cock to pulse. "He likes that it's my first time," She said, rocking her hips more.
My cock pulsed again, and I took hold of it with one hand, pulling out, trying to stave off the orgasm by blocking off my tube under my cock. It was of no use as my cock started to spasm, and I had to let go and splashed her pubic mound with my sperm.
"I'm so sorry, I was going to be such a stud for you, but now I have just made a fool of myself," I said, my face turning red.
"It's fine. It is further than I have ever been before. But I'm still worked up," She said, as she wiped my sperm from her mound with a tissue.
I moved back in to kiss and feel her body. Taking her nipples between my lips, I slowly began kissing my way down between her thighs. When I licked my way up her pussy lips to her slit, she grasped my head and held me there. I knew I was on the right track as I was getting more moans and gasps with each passing minute.
She then spun around, moving me onto my back, and she lowered her pussy back to my mouth. I continued to lick her pussy, and clit and felt her licking the tip of my cock. She rocked her hips to get the best contact with my tongue as she started to bob on my cock. I could see her pussy begin to spasm and her muscles around her opening contracting as her orgasm pulsed through her body. My orgasm was not far off, and I warned her it was on its way, but she continued to suck on my cockhead as I spurted my cream into her mouth. We drank some coffee and made out some more until I nodded off, snuggled into her breast.