When we were kids, my sister
and I shared a bedroom with a bunkbed because our house was small. We often had to change our clothes in front of each other. Late at night, we used to explore each others' bodies and do other adult things with each other. Sometimes my mom would find us sleeping in the same bed in the morning but I don't think she knew what we were doing. She used to giggle whenever she rubbed me and I got hard, she thought that was the funniest thing ever. I also figured out how to make her wet and I liked to taste my finger after and giggle. To us it was a fun game that we played. I still love her and wish I could be with her physically to this day. That's our little secret, though. Is this wrong?