I guess this is a love confession. I certainly haven't told anybody this before. I have a sister who is two years older than I am. When I was eighteen, she started to date this great guy. The first time I met him, I nearly flipped. He was a total hunk. He was tall, dark, had wavy hair and a great smile. Plus, he was twenty-two, a college senior, and very sophisticated. Whenever he was around, I would flirt with him. My sister even told me to stop, but I didn't. Finally, one day I was alone with him and we started fooling around. One thing led to another, and we had sex. It was great, even better than I thought it could be. After that, he would call me and we would sneak off and have sex whenever we could. All this time he was dating my sister. They dated and eventually got engaged. I thought that would be the end of things for us, but it wasn't. He said he loved my sister but that the sex with me was better. The night before the wedding, I slept with my sister's fiancé. For the wedding I was maid of honor. I still remember my lover blushing when I marched down the aisle, looked at him, and licked my lips. We even sneaked out of the reception for fifteen minutes so that we could have a quickie in the hotel room upstairs. I wanted to have sex with him after he was married, but before my sister did. I love my sister, but I felt almost cheated that she got to marry him. After their honeymoon, we picked up right where we had left off. Two or three times a week we are together as lovers. I hope it never ends.