Help /lounge, I love my sister

Over the past year I've been trying to lie to myself, to think on something else, even got laid and tried to fall in love with other girls, anything but admitting what I, deep down inside, already knew.

I love my sister. Not in the way most brothers love their sisters, but in the way a man loves a woman. Not because of some silly fetish either; when I say love, I mean real, "I'll go to the end of the world for you" love.

My sister is only one year younger than me, making her 20, and currently doesn't have a boyfriend. She's pretty, at least to my eyes, but this is not fueling this. It's her personality. I like no other girl this much. We always had a lot of chemistry,  it's as if we were engineered to be together. Only we happened to share our parents. I'm sure if we had been born in different families, we would be the happiest couple in the world right now.

Lately, I realized I could not give up on this, but I'm kind of scared. I know this is fucked up. But I don't know what to do. I've been avoiding her for a couple of weeks, and this is causing her suffering, which in turn breaks my heart. I don't know if I should confess my love and face the consequences of experiencing a kind of love that's considered unacceptable in our society, even from her, or just let it pass and die inside.

Help me /lounge, what should I do? I think she may be feeling something similar for me becuase we are very close and she considers me attractive, but I don't know to what extent this may only be wishful thinking on my part. Knowing her, I'm sure she won't be angry at me if I tell her how I feel, but I don't know for sure if she'll feel the same about me. I'm positive our parents and everybody else in our family and community will oppose such love, but if she loves me, I'm willing to face all of them or move to some other country to start a new life with her. But I wouldn't want to put pressure on her or make her feel uneasy, so while I think I should confess, I'm not 100% sure and I don't know to what extent what I think is distorted by my strong affection for her.

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That happened to me, kinda...

My mom was all-but passed out drunk on her bed, and her skirt was JUST covering her ass.  Naturally, being a good son, I got her back downstairs and made her a pot of coffee while she's lying on the couch.  When I get her her first mug she start crying about how men don't find her attractive anymore (bad date night I learned later--all her friends got picked-up at the bar but her).  I told her that was nonsense, she argues by saying it's true, then starts groping her breasts through her shirt saying how saggy they are now. 

It was about this point I realized just how drunk she was.  Then she asks me if I think she's pretty.  I told her I thought she was drunk and needed to drink her coffee.  She starts crying, saying I don't find her pretty, and being the nice son/idiot I tell her what she wanted to hear: She is pretty.  But she didn't hear me and goes on about how she wore her lucky panties (???).  I laugh at her and tell her that maybe the problem was her panties and that maybe they weren't lucky after all.  Stupid me, her being drunk and all she finds it a good idea to tell me I'm right and takes them off right in front of me. 

That was when I learned that she shaves, and is still rather pink inside.  Yeah, I got a bit of a boner, which she noticed and starts ragging on me about how I'm naughty for thinking of her like that.  She starts laughing at me because I'm beat red, then once she's done laughing she tells me it's okay and holds out her hand for me to sit next to her. 

Thinking that MAYBE she's finally calming down I join her...and the next thing I know she's on top of me, her tongue in my mouth and her hand down my pants trying to free my willy.  I'm struggling, trying to get out from under her...but have you ever had a drunk woman on top of you?  Half of them is dead weight!  Luck was on my side though.  she DID get my willy out of my jeans and she DID get it inside her...but she passed out again before she could do anything.  So, yeah, I'm fucking stuck under my mother, on the fucking couch, with my willy in her pussy.  Every time I try to get out from under her she snuggles deeper against me.  So I do the only thing I could do: I fall asleep, and wait for the morning for when she's finally sobered-up.

Thankfully my willy shrank down again and slipped out before she woke-up.  It was rather funny though: She wakes up, which wakes me up, then she looks at my face and I give her s sheepish, sleepy smile.  She instantly thinks we fucked during the night and runs to her bedroom and slams the door behind her and starts crying on her bed.  I had to do a bit of lying to convince her that nothing happened (almost did, but I didn't let her know that), that she was stone drunk and it wasn't her fault.  That was a fun hour.  Not. 

In the end, I get her back downstairs with more coffee and some waffles, and we put the whole thing behind us.