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My sister and I were never very close. Heather and I were born five
years apart, with me being older. I went away to college when she was in
seventh grade. When I graduated from college, I got a job 100 miles from
home. She graduated from high school, got married and pregnant, not necessarily in that order.
So the only time we were close was when I was in high school and she was
a young k**. I guess that's why I still think of her as that young k**,
even though she's 38 years old.
The guy she married was a real jerk. My parents didn't like him, so the
only way she could marry him is to get pregnant, which is what happened.
He couldn't hold a job and was unemployed most of the time. He didn't
care as long as he had money to go hunting and fishing. They eventually
moved away from my parents, although they relied heavily on support from
them. My father bought houses for them to live in and sent money for
them to live on. Their c***d was the only reason my sister stayed with
the jerk.
Finally her son graduated from high school and enlisted in the navy to
get away from his father. That was all my sister needed; she packed up
her bags and moved back in with my parents. She tried to get a job, but
she wasn't having any luck. My parents wanted to sell their house, move
to Florida and retire to the warm climate. However, with my sister
living with them, they felt an obligation to stay until she got back on
her feet.
Here is where I enter the picture. I have been divorced for five years
and I live alone in a fairly large sized house, so I invited my sister
to come live with me. Jobs were more plentiful where I lived, so she
would have a better chance at getting a good paying job. Also, I would
have someone to live with me and I could get to really know my sister.
Everyone agreed with my suggestion and I went up to my parents' place to
help her move. She didn't have much, some clothing and a few other
personal items. The clothing she had was out of style and well worn. So,
after I got her settled in my house, we went shopping. She didn't want
to take any money from me, but I convinced it was just a loan until she
got a job and then she could pay me back.
I took her to some of the nicer women's clothing stores. Thank goodness
I went with her, she's a very pretty woman, but insisted on trying on
clothing that made her look matronly.
She's about 5' 8" tall and weighs around135 pounds. She has a very good
figure, nice bust, small waist and well formed hips and ass. She didn't
have much fat on her. She said they didn't have enough money to buy enough food for her to get fat. I finally convinced her to try on clothing that showed off her figure. I picked out some dresses and blouses that had a neckline that accentuated her boobs. I made her try on dresses that were cut above the knee and showed off her legs. She was modeling the clothes for my approval. I started to realize that I was getting aroused by my sister.
I then took her to a hair stylist and had them change the way she wore
her hair. She had long straight hair; she said her husband wouldn't let
her wear it any other way. When they were finished with her she looked
beautiful and sexy. All of a sudden I started to look at my sister in a
different way. After all, I had not had a date in over two years and the
closest thing to a sexual experience was one that I shared with my hand.
However she was my sister, my k** sister, I told myself to put those
thoughts out of my mind and just be happy to have her for company.
She kept my house clean, cooked for me and did my laundry. I was in
heaven. It was good to have someone to talk with, when I came home from
work. We spent many evenings catching up on lost time. The more we
talked about our adult lives, the more we found out we had similar
unhappy marriages. Our spouses were people who weren't happy with their
lives, so they made sure we weren't happy with ours.
Heather's husband, aside from being an unemployed bum, was also someone
who berated Heather constantly, telling her she was stupid, ugly, a poor
cook, too skinny They had no sex lives, he was either drunk or out
screwing the town slut, leaving her home alone to raise their son. If
they had sex, he yelled at her and told her she was rotten in bed.
She was a person who had a very high sex drive, so this lead to her
having to please herself. She was too afraid of him to have an affair. I
couldn't understand why she didn't leave this creep earlier.
My wife was not interested in sex either. If I suggested anything other
than the missionary position, I was label a pervert. When we were first
married, we had sex once or twice a week. That soon trailed off to once
or twice a month and then it just stopped completely. The last three
years of my marriage, my wife and I lived in separate bed rooms and
barely communicated. It was only when her parents became ill and a
prospect of inheritance came into the picture, that she agreed to a divorce.
Friday, I came home from work and was greeting by my sister wearing one
of her sexy new outfits.
She ran to me, gave me a big hug and a big kiss on the lips. I was told
she got a job and I was taking her out to celebrate. She had made
reservations at a fancy restaurant. The food was good, the setting was
romantic and the wine was excellent. I hadn't had such a good time in
years and years, she hadn't either. We went to a pub, close to my house,
had a few drinks and talked for about an hour. She was so relaxed and
happy. She didn't believe how good her life was and she owed it all to
me. She almost started to cry when she thanked me.
The alcohol was having an affect on me, so I suggested we go home to
continue our celebration, she agreed, but when she got up, she was
unsteady on her feet. Walking to the car, she was a little tipsy and she
started to fall. I reached out to prevent her from falling, and grabbed
her right in the boobs. I immediately started to apologize, but she just
giggled and said "I was the first person to grab my tits in a long time
and it felt good". I replied "that it was a long time since I felt a
woman's breasts and I enjoyed it too."
We were still laughing about our little incident when we got home. I
told her "it's a good thing she was my sister or she wouldn't be safe in
the house tonight." Heather looked at me with a kind of sexy mischievous
look on her face and said "What would I do if she wasn't my sister."
I though I'd play along with her, so I replied. “I’d first take you in
my arms and kiss you. Then I'd kiss your neck and nibble your ears,
while I unbuttoned your blouse. When you blouse was undone I'd take off
your bra and kiss and your boobs."
She came close to me and said "Oh John, I'd like that very much. You
have given me so much happiness; you've been everything a sister could
want in a brother. Now, I want more, I want to feel like a beautiful,
sexy woman. Please, help me feel that way. I love you very much and I
know you love me, so what is the problem? Please make love to me, tonight.
With that I picked her up in my arms and carried her to my bed. I looked
her in the eyes and said "Heather, your right. I love you so very much.
I want this as much as you do, but before we do anything, that we'll
regret later, are you sure you want this to happen?"
She looked me in the eyes, grabbed the back of my head and pulled me
down until my lips meet hers. She gave me a hot wet kiss, our tongues
intertwining, probing, touching each other's. We both hadn't had sex in
a long time and we were not being gentle. I quickly unbuttoned her
blouse and unsnapped her bra. As I pulled the loose bra from her
breasts, I stopped and stared at the creamy white mounds of flesh. God,
how I love tits! Her nipples were hard and erect. They weren't much
bigger around than a nickel, but they stood out a good half an inch,
just the way I like them.
I grabbed a tit in each hand and started to massage and knead them.
Nothing feels as good as a handful of tit, except maybe two hands full
of tits. I lowered my lips to those red, luscious nipples. I couldn't
believe the feeling of ecstasy
I experienced as I sucked those nipples. As I started to gently bite
them, I heard my sister start to moan. I looked up at her face, her eyes
were closed, her lips were slightly open and her tongue was tracing her
lips ever so slowly. She had the look of an angel, an angel in heat.
My sister and I were never very close. Heather and I were born five
years apart, with me being older. I went away to college when she was in
seventh grade. When I graduated from college, I got a job 100 miles from
home. She graduated from high school, got married and pregnant, not necessarily in that order.
So the only time we were close was when I was in high school and she was
a young k**. I guess that's why I still think of her as that young k**,
even though she's 38 years old.
The guy she married was a real jerk. My parents didn't like him, so the
only way she could marry him is to get pregnant, which is what happened.
He couldn't hold a job and was unemployed most of the time. He didn't
care as long as he had money to go hunting and fishing. They eventually
moved away from my parents, although they relied heavily on support from
them. My father bought houses for them to live in and sent money for
them to live on. Their c***d was the only reason my sister stayed with
the jerk.
Finally her son graduated from high school and enlisted in the navy to
get away from his father. That was all my sister needed; she packed up
her bags and moved back in with my parents. She tried to get a job, but
she wasn't having any luck. My parents wanted to sell their house, move
to Florida and retire to the warm climate. However, with my sister
living with them, they felt an obligation to stay until she got back on
her feet.
Here is where I enter the picture. I have been divorced for five years
and I live alone in a fairly large sized house, so I invited my sister
to come live with me. Jobs were more plentiful where I lived, so she
would have a better chance at getting a good paying job. Also, I would
have someone to live with me and I could get to really know my sister.
Everyone agreed with my suggestion and I went up to my parents' place to
help her move. She didn't have much, some clothing and a few other
personal items. The clothing she had was out of style and well worn. So,
after I got her settled in my house, we went shopping. She didn't want
to take any money from me, but I convinced it was just a loan until she
got a job and then she could pay me back.
I took her to some of the nicer women's clothing stores. Thank goodness
I went with her, she's a very pretty woman, but insisted on trying on
clothing that made her look matronly.
She's about 5' 8" tall and weighs around135 pounds. She has a very good
figure, nice bust, small waist and well formed hips and ass. She didn't
have much fat on her. She said they didn't have enough money to buy enough food for her to get fat. I finally convinced her to try on clothing that showed off her figure. I picked out some dresses and blouses that had a neckline that accentuated her boobs. I made her try on dresses that were cut above the knee and showed off her legs. She was modeling the clothes for my approval. I started to realize that I was getting aroused by my sister.
I then took her to a hair stylist and had them change the way she wore
her hair. She had long straight hair; she said her husband wouldn't let
her wear it any other way. When they were finished with her she looked
beautiful and sexy. All of a sudden I started to look at my sister in a
different way. After all, I had not had a date in over two years and the
closest thing to a sexual experience was one that I shared with my hand.
However she was my sister, my k** sister, I told myself to put those
thoughts out of my mind and just be happy to have her for company.
She kept my house clean, cooked for me and did my laundry. I was in
heaven. It was good to have someone to talk with, when I came home from
work. We spent many evenings catching up on lost time. The more we
talked about our adult lives, the more we found out we had similar
unhappy marriages. Our spouses were people who weren't happy with their
lives, so they made sure we weren't happy with ours.
Heather's husband, aside from being an unemployed bum, was also someone
who berated Heather constantly, telling her she was stupid, ugly, a poor
cook, too skinny They had no sex lives, he was either drunk or out
screwing the town slut, leaving her home alone to raise their son. If
they had sex, he yelled at her and told her she was rotten in bed.
She was a person who had a very high sex drive, so this lead to her
having to please herself. She was too afraid of him to have an affair. I
couldn't understand why she didn't leave this creep earlier.
My wife was not interested in sex either. If I suggested anything other
than the missionary position, I was label a pervert. When we were first
married, we had sex once or twice a week. That soon trailed off to once
or twice a month and then it just stopped completely. The last three
years of my marriage, my wife and I lived in separate bed rooms and
barely communicated. It was only when her parents became ill and a
prospect of inheritance came into the picture, that she agreed to a divorce.
Friday, I came home from work and was greeting by my sister wearing one
of her sexy new outfits.
She ran to me, gave me a big hug and a big kiss on the lips. I was told
she got a job and I was taking her out to celebrate. She had made
reservations at a fancy restaurant. The food was good, the setting was
romantic and the wine was excellent. I hadn't had such a good time in
years and years, she hadn't either. We went to a pub, close to my house,
had a few drinks and talked for about an hour. She was so relaxed and
happy. She didn't believe how good her life was and she owed it all to
me. She almost started to cry when she thanked me.
The alcohol was having an affect on me, so I suggested we go home to
continue our celebration, she agreed, but when she got up, she was
unsteady on her feet. Walking to the car, she was a little tipsy and she
started to fall. I reached out to prevent her from falling, and grabbed
her right in the boobs. I immediately started to apologize, but she just
giggled and said "I was the first person to grab my tits in a long time
and it felt good". I replied "that it was a long time since I felt a
woman's breasts and I enjoyed it too."
We were still laughing about our little incident when we got home. I
told her "it's a good thing she was my sister or she wouldn't be safe in
the house tonight." Heather looked at me with a kind of sexy mischievous
look on her face and said "What would I do if she wasn't my sister."
I though I'd play along with her, so I replied. “I’d first take you in
my arms and kiss you. Then I'd kiss your neck and nibble your ears,
while I unbuttoned your blouse. When you blouse was undone I'd take off
your bra and kiss and your boobs."
She came close to me and said "Oh John, I'd like that very much. You
have given me so much happiness; you've been everything a sister could
want in a brother. Now, I want more, I want to feel like a beautiful,
sexy woman. Please, help me feel that way. I love you very much and I
know you love me, so what is the problem? Please make love to me, tonight.
With that I picked her up in my arms and carried her to my bed. I looked
her in the eyes and said "Heather, your right. I love you so very much.
I want this as much as you do, but before we do anything, that we'll
regret later, are you sure you want this to happen?"
She looked me in the eyes, grabbed the back of my head and pulled me
down until my lips meet hers. She gave me a hot wet kiss, our tongues
intertwining, probing, touching each other's. We both hadn't had sex in
a long time and we were not being gentle. I quickly unbuttoned her
blouse and unsnapped her bra. As I pulled the loose bra from her
breasts, I stopped and stared at the creamy white mounds of flesh. God,
how I love tits! Her nipples were hard and erect. They weren't much
bigger around than a nickel, but they stood out a good half an inch,
just the way I like them.
I grabbed a tit in each hand and started to massage and knead them.
Nothing feels as good as a handful of tit, except maybe two hands full
of tits. I lowered my lips to those red, luscious nipples. I couldn't
believe the feeling of ecstasy
I experienced as I sucked those nipples. As I started to gently bite
them, I heard my sister start to moan. I looked up at her face, her eyes
were closed, her lips were slightly open and her tongue was tracing her
lips ever so slowly. She had the look of an angel, an angel in heat.
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