I came into my flat and found my sister sitting at my computer desk with headphones on, a beverage chicken feed in hand and a bottle of Jim Beam on the floor next to her left leg. She looked downcast, sad, and half drunk."Hey Irene, what's up ?"I asked her.

She looked up at me, took the headphones off then said,"Hi Brett, I needed someplace to go."

"Huh, why, what's going on ?"

"He cheated on me, he fucked Marsha."

"Who, your swain cheated on you ?"

Irene splashed another shot in her glass, tipped it up and sucked it down in one sup,"Yeah, the gripe lied about me, she said I was screwing Matt, but I'm not, she lied and Justin screwed her for revenge on me."I grabbed another spyglass from the pot likker console and handed it to my sister, she poured me a stab then I sat next to her."I found out when Zina told me what they did. Justin took Marsha to that parking area at Loon Lake and screwed her in the car. According to Zina they did it three time. Three times in the car ? Doesn't that easy slut know what beds are for ?"

"How does Zina recognise ?"

"The fucking whore told her, Zina said she was bragging how she finally got to fuck Justin. She's been hitting on him the all time he and I have dated, well, she did it. She got him, and now she can fucking well throw him forever. They deserve each other, motherfucker and kick belong together."She was looking at me with tear filled optic.

I felt sorry for Irene, she had been dating Justin for over two age, since they were seniors in gamy schooltime. She was well-chosen, in love, and delighted when he started in two of the same college year with her ; they could be together forever. Now she was getting wino, mourning her beat relationship with him. I poured another stroke for me and her,"I'm sorry Irene, you want me to body slam him for you, or her ? I wouldn't have a problem doing it."

She looked up with sad, red eyes,"Why ?"

"Cause you're my sis. If soul does one of us wrong, we are all are affected. You told me that when Rick beat the squat out of me, remember, you wanted to fool his ass."

Irene smiled grimly,"I would have too, but I couldn't find dads gun. It really hurt me to see you all busted up in the hospital."

"fountainhead I'm sword lily you didn't, if you went to jail it would be painful lonely around here."That brought her up to a small smile and a nimble coup d'oeil of ‘ thank you'from her eyes. She got off the desk chair and moved to the lounge then invited me to sit with her. I sat next to her then she leaned to me, rested her head on my shoulder. I put a comforting arm around her shoulders as she began to cry. Irene sobbed her sorrowfulness, using my shoulder joint as a hanky, wiping her watery center and dripping nose on my shirt. I turned on the TV then flipped through several epithelial duct of crap before Irene said"Turn it off, talk to me."

I shut off the TV, put down the remote and asked"You want another drunkenness ?"

"No, not right now,"She tipped her head back to look at me,"Why do guy cable do that ? Why do they cheat on their girlfriends or married woman ?"

"Why are you asking me ?"

"suit you're a guy and have dated, what, nine, ten girls ? Did you ever cheat on them ?"

At twenty-two old age old I'd dated to a greater extent than ten miss but that wasn't the issue,"No, I don't think so."

"What do you mean, you don't think so ? You did or you didn't. Did you have sex with some fair sex when you were dating another ?"

"Not without them knowing."

"Huh, what do you think of ?"

"I mean I might have got been with two girlfriend at once a couple of times, they didn't think of it as cheating."

Irene pushed off my shoulder and stared at me for a few seconds,"Two at the like time ? You fucked two girls at the like fourth dimension ?"she repeated.

"They were roomie and Krystal wouldn't leave when Gabi and I wanted to go to bed so she went with us. That lasted a few months then I broke up with Gabi."

My sis got off the couch then went to the main window and watched the traffic three story below for a while, she was silent and I left her alone. Without saying anything she held her arm back, holding the void looking glass to me. I took that as a hint and slopped another dig of whiskey in it. She put the glass to her rim and chugged it down then turned to me again,"I never did anything like that, did you love Gabi ?"

"erotic love ? I don't know. She was pretty and sexy, but I'm not sure I would possess asked her to wed me if we hadn't broken up."

"Did she love you ?"

"She never said so, why ?"

"How about your former girl, were you in honey with any of them ?"

I wasn't sure where the line of questions was going but I didn't detainment back. Irene was my sister ; I wasn't interviewing for a day of the month where the Truth might turn her off."Love is a strong Christian Bible Sis, I'm not for sure I ever felt that way about any missy except Crissy, it tore me up when she dumped me, I would have married her."

"Crissy was your first girlfriend ; you were too young to get married."

"Maybe."

"Did you have sex with her ?"

"What the fuck, we playing twenty Questions ?"

"Yeah, that's what, enquiry five ? Did you ?"

I stood next to my Sister at the window then for the succeeding few minutes I told her about my relationship with Crissy. I was xv when we started dating, seventeen when she broke it off. I told Irene about the first aborted attempts to make a passing Crissy, I was afraid to because I thought she would slap the turd out of me or something. Actually, it was she who started the intimacies between us. We were necking like disturbed one night and she took my in good order hand and pulled it over and pressed it against her boob. I didn't need any more hints or encouragement, from that moment on I had my manpower on all over her every time we got more than ten seconds alone. Irene smiled slightly, her centre were amused,"She made a pass at you ?"

"No, she took my hand and used it for me, on her. After that it was two Sir Thomas More dates before we screwed."

"Were you virgins ?"

"Is this part of the twenty head ?"

"Yes, I think that may be phone number eight, or maybe ten."

I went back to the sofa and poured myself another shot, Irene came over for a refill. It seemed to me she wobbled a picayune so I took her arm and urged her to sit again. We quaffed the drinkable then she prodded further,"So, were you ?"

"I was, I don't know about her, I never asked and I was too sexually dullard to make a determination, or even hypothesis. Besides, it didn't topic. What mattered was the absolutely amaze feeling of getting off with a girl. I got to distinguish you ; my hand lost out in any competition for fellowship after that."My sister giggled at my anecdote then stood and started looking for her purse,"What are you doing ?"

"I have to go ; I need some sleep."

"Irene, you sure as hell don't need to be driving right now, you're drunk and depressed, not a commodity combining to be on the streets. You want me to admit you home ?"She evaluated my offer for a few instant then plopped her ass back to the sofa, fell over and started breathing through her undecided mouthpiece and drooling slightly. Irene had passed out, completely tope, completely exhausted from the ordeal of breaking up. I swept her long embrown hair off her face then tried to rearrange her on the couch shock absorber so she was stretched out. She looked uncomfortable but I left my sister to go pee and get ready for bed.

I came back to the social movement way to delay on Irene and found her lying on her back, on the floor, in front man of the couch. Her left leg was still on the shock so her skirt had slid up her thigh, giving me a full-on purview of tight, pink lace panty. Believe it or not, she looked more comfy on the floor than when she was on the sofa, but I couldn't leave her there. I tried to brush off the nice up-skirt view when I poked her with my toes,"Hey, don't you want to sleep on the couch ?"

Irene threw and arm over her eyes and mumbled something incoherent then pulled her leg off the article of furniture. She rolled to her position and tried to make a pillow with an arm. I couldn't leave her like that so I decided to sacrifice my bed to my inebriated sister. Even though she is a humble adult female, between 105 and 110 pounds, picking her up was like auditioning for a buffoon job. She was so hobble she kept slipping out of my mitt and implements of war. After dropping her three times I managed to get my will arm hooked under her knees and my right field around her back. I was holding a tit for a better traction as I carried her to my bed. I flopped her down, relieved to let go of the boneless mass. She threw her arms spacious, stretched across the bed and grumbled more gibber.

I stood back and looked at my new sister. Twenty eld old, 5'2, slender, but with a well-formed cleaning woman's body. Her light Brown University hair was permed in long Wave, kind of old fashioned but attractive. If her middle were unfastened, they would consume been hazelnut trending to green. I couldn't decide if she was precious, pretty, lovely or beautiful. But, as her brother, it's not my billet to spend a penny that call, so I didn't let it occupy my mind. I left her on the bed then went to sleep on the couch.

It was after 1 in the first light when a flashy knocking on my door woke me up. I stumbled through a haze of eternal sleep and peered through the fisheye. Justin. My sister's fellow, or to be more precise, ex-boyfriend, was standing in the stairwell. I opened the door,"Is Irene here ?"he wanted to know.

"Yeah, what the screw are you doing here ?"

"I need to talk to her."

"She's asleep, go home."

He stood firm,"seminal fluid on Brett, I really need to babble to her, wake her up."

"I'm not going to come alive her, she's inebriate, probably won't wake up even if I tried."

"Let me try, I'm begging. Man, I fucked up big sentence, and I have to try to make it right with Irene."

"womanhood usually don't forgive cheating so straightaway, but if you think you can convince her you're a good guy again, you can tally on her."I stopped blocking the door and let Justin in. He looked around and I pointed the centering to my way. I didn't give him much of a prospect to feather affair with my sister, she was really hurt, pretty pissed, and even more drunk.

Justin went to the sleeping accommodation and I grabbed a shabu of cold body of water and went back to the front man room then turned on the TV. After about ten min I got singular so I got up to see what the perdition was going on in my room. I couldn't imagine my babe sitting quiet while her two-timing boyfriend explained himself. I expected to hear yelling, I didn't. What I saw when I opened the door sent a flowage of adrenaline directly to my blood, my judgement froze, I reacted to what I saw. Justin had Irene on her back, her knee bent over the boundary of the mattress. She was still passed out. Her skirt was hiked up to her venter, her pink panties bunched up on the bed adjacent to her shoulder ; he was fucking her.

I grabbed the son-of-a-bitch by the book binding of the neck and jerked him away from Irene. His hammer pulled out of her when he fell to his ass. I kicked him in the rib and was set up to thrust the motherfucker out the window but held back ; I couldn't kill him, that had good consequences. I dragged him by an arm out of the room, to the door and shoved him into the stairwell, his pants were still around his articulatio talocruralis so he stumbled and fell three steps down before he caught himself. I slammed the door then leaned on it, calming down for a few mo. Once I got my hint under control I went back to my sister. She was sitting on the boundary of the bed, her elbows on her articulatio genus, her head in her hands. When she heard me come in, she looked up,"Was I dreaming ? Was Justin here ?"

"He's gone. You can go back to sleep."

She looked at me bewildered, she was still drunk and unconnected, she glanced around and found her step-in on the bed then felt between her peg for a mess. She pulled the hired man from under her doll, look at it, and asked"He screwed me ?"

I let Irene down, I should have been with Justin in the room, if for no former reason than to keep them from fighting. I didn't, I sat in the front room while the ex-boyfriend became a rapist. I sat next to my sis and pulled her into a hug then fell back to the bed pulling her shoot down beside me. She began to cry again,"I can't believe he did all that Brett, I thought he loved me."I was kinked at my hip joint, with my legs over the boundary of the bed. I kicked off my shoes then twisted around to lie completely on the bed. When I was done shifting my sister also moved until she was lying with me, her caput on my shoulder. She was still grieving for her lost love as I drifted to slumber.

I woke to the fragrance of coffee. My eyes opened and the foremost matter I saw was a mug, held by my babe who looked like she'd spent the night in a fall dryer. Her optic were bleeding, her hair a snarl of nautical mile, and the cup shook slightly. She was wearing my terrycloth daybreak gown."Take this,"she said,"I have to require a shower."I was still fully dressed so when I sat up my bloomers bunched up between my legs, pinching my bollock in fold of blue jean. I grabbed my bloomers to conform myself as Irene watched. I took the coffee, she left for the bathroom. As she walked from me in the short robe, I couldn't help but watch out her nicely influence legs.

I was changing from my day before clothes to a fresh set when I heard from the bathroom,"Brett, where in the snake pit is the hair conditioner ?"Wearing just a t shirt and brief I went to chance out what my sister was yelling about. I poked my head in the john threshold so see Irene leaning part way out of the shower, she said"I need conditioner for my hair, I have to get the shampoo out, there isn't any here."Saying nothing to her I went to the humble closet next to the cesspool and pulled out a bottle of conditioner. I held it to her, she looked at it for a moment, then shifted her optic to my face. Her mouth curled up to a little grin then she said"You do it."

"Do what ?"

"rinse my tomentum with this, put it on, rub it in, wash it out."

Whoa, What ?"You want me to get in there with you and do your whisker ?"Irene stepped to one side then pulled the shower drapery undetermined for me. My feet were cemented to the trading floor as I stared at her nudity, I couldn't move them. My own vernal sister just invited me to lavish with her ? What the fuck ? She watched my response, her eyes glinted with fun,"Hurry up, or I'll have to shampoo again."

My mind blanked out my family relationship to the adult female in the cascade so I stepped in, still wearing my shorts and shirt. When the water soaked the fabric, my underclothes molded wetly to my body. Irene stepped back to the rampart of the cascade and looked me up and down. The wet cloth clung to, and highlighted the muscles of my chest, and the shape of my prick. Satisfied with what she saw she turned away, dipped her headland in the stream of water then waited for me to use the conditioner. I looked her up and down, from the long, wet hair's-breadth to the low of her back, over the curve of her bum face to her metrical unit. The weewee flowing over her made her pelt shiny, slick, vibrant. I peered over her shoulder at her knocker which were standing good and house, her nipples looked hanker and swollen, miniature waterfalls were falling from them. I poured a large dollop from the feeding bottle to the top of her straits then began to massage it into her scalp as my mother fucker started reacting to the adumbrate situation. In less than a minute I had a fully matured erection, it formed a large collapsible shelter in the front of my briefs.

Irene put her hands on the wall of the stall and tilted her head back so I could forge the lotion into her whisker. I was still looking at her back, her ass and legs while my fingers were busy, my cock was like Jack's beanstalk, it wouldn't quit growing and began to hurt from the unremitting expansion ; I felt so much pressure I thought it would come apart at the seams. I took a mitt off my baby's head to adjust my erection, but the clinging wet textile wouldn't let me ease the mental strain. I pulled my shorts over my cock then shimmied my ass until they fell to my ankles. My unconstrained dick stuck straight and surd, pointed directly at Irene's ass. She turned slightly to see what I was doing ; when she saw my cock waving free, her eyes moved up to mine and she bent her back, raised up on her toes then moved her butt until I slipped between her second joint. I put both hands on her articulatio coxae then with the aim and acquirement of an execute devotee, impaled her with my erection. Irene yelped, slapped her workforce on the shower bulwark then pressed back on me ; I began fucking her.

She bowed her back, putting Sir Thomas More pressure sensation against my tum while I rolled my back to screw her. Irene turned her head to look up at me and flashed a minuscule grin. I pushed up, deep and strong enough to lift her feet off the storey, her entire weightiness was hanging on my cock, Irene gasped, closed her eyes and moaned. She fumbled with the faucet to turn over the water off, slipped off my boner then took my script and pulled me from the shower to my room. At the bed she turned to me, took both my script in hers then fell back, pulling me to her, between her gap peg. I slipped back into Irene, then she and I tried our damnedest to ruin my bed.

I may have been surprised as hell at what Irene had done, that she instigated sex with me, but I sure as hell on earth wasn't going to refuse her. The entire meter we were bouncing on the bed I had nagging thoughts about who she was, and why she seduced me, but I wasn't about to kick or get out out. If I was a retaliation fuck, oh well, I thought, that was a circumstances I would have to put up with. She was hot, limber and the yearner we coupled, the wilder she got. Irene had been screwing Justin for a couple of years and never worried about getting knocked up so I wasn't concerned about her refuge either. The personnel of life sentence swelled my tool, hardened my nuts then, when I couldn't hold on any longer, I warned her,"I'm cuming Irene, I'm gon na -- -- -- !"My babe grabbed my ass and held soused as I shot a double-ball fire into her.

When I was done pumping her up, I relaxed to lie on her breadbasket. She huffed softly into my ear,"You're fucking heavy, get off."

I answered her with a bit of satire,"I just did."She slapped my butt then pushed me over to lie beside her.

She rolled to her side facing me then said with a hint of a grinning,"I still have conditioner in my hair."

I wasn't concerned about her hair just then,"What the pit happened, why did you do that ?"

Her eyes turned serious,"Not sure, I just didn't want to take the air around today knowing that the last guy to lie with me is cheating on me. Having common DNA didn't matter."

"I'm an emergency fuck, ‘ puff Zipper in Case of Emergency'?"

Her oculus twinkled,"You're complaining ? I thought guy rope like non-committal quickies."

"You didn't get off."

She pushed me away,"Don't concern about it, that's not why I did it. I need to get up Brett, I have to finish washing my hair."I pulled my wet shirt off and tossed at her as she walked away.

twenty dollar bill second later I was dishing up scrambled eggs and Viscount St. Albans for Irene, she was sipping orange juice. She was wearing my robe and again commiserating about Justin. That we had just fucked like hot new fan wasn't part of the breakfast conversation,"Was I dreaming endure night or was Justin here ?"

When I told her what happened, that I threw his naked ass out the door she laughed brightly,"well thing you got him before I woke up, if I had been sober, I would have sliced his nuts open with a dull kitchen knife. He got off easy."

Before Irene left for her own station, she asked me what I was doing the sleep of the day. I reminded her that I have a job and wouldn't be home until after five. She asked if she could come in over after her afternoon class. I felt a footling daring so I wondered out loud if she was coming back for another sleeping accommodation encounter. She rolled her centre, said"Don't you wish"then flipped me the finger's breadth as she walked out.

Later that day, while remembering the savage fuck my sis put on me, I fixed up a little placard for her. When she came in about six that evening, Irene took one look at my mole and chirped a quick amused laugh. She put her fingers on the tag tied to my zipper that said ‘ twist Zipper in Case of emergency brake ’, tugged it down and said,"This time you have to get me off. ”