I came into my flat and found my babe sitting at my computer desk with headphones on, a drink glass in hand and a bottleful 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 boyfriend cheated on you ?"

Irene splashed another slam in her glass, tipped it up and sucked it down in one swallow,"Yeah, the bitch lied about me, she said I was screwing matte, but I'm not, she lied and Justin screwed her for retaliation on me."I grabbed another glass from the booze cabinet and handed it to my sister, she poured me a shooter then I sat next to her."I found out when Zina told me what they did. Justin took Marsha to that park at Loon Lake and screwed her in the car. According to Zina they did it three times. Three times in the car ? Doesn't that easy slut know what beds are for ?"

"How does Zina know ?"

"The screwing sporting lady told her, Zina said she was bragging how she finally got to be intimate Justin. She's been hitting on him the unit time he and I have dated, well, she did it. She got him, and now she can fucking well have him forever. They deserve each former, bastards and bitches belong together."She was looking at me with teardrop filled optic.

I felt sorry for Irene, she had been dating Justin for over two years, since they were senior in heights school. She was happy, in making love, and delighted when he started in two of the Saami college classes with her ; they could be together forever. Now she was getting drunk, mourning her dead human relationship with him. I poured another guessing for me and her,"I'm sorry Irene, you want me to body barb 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 babe. If someone does one of us ill-timed, we are all are affected. You told me that when Rick beat the son of a bitch out of me, remember, you wanted to burgeon forth 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 glad you didn't, if you went to jail it would be awful lonely around here."That brought her up to a little grinning and a quick coup d'oeil of ‘ thank you'from her eye. She got off the desk chair and moved to the lounge then invited me to sit with her. I sat following to her then she leaned to me, rested her mind on my shoulder. I put a comforting arm around her shoulders as she began to cry. Irene sobbed her sorrow, using my shoulder as a hankie, wiping her weak eyes and dripping nose on my shirt. I turned on the TV then flipped through several transmission channel of turd before Irene said"turning it off, talk to me."

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

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

"Why are you asking me ?"

"causal agency you're a guy and have dated, what, nine, ten female child ? Did you ever cheat on them ?"

At twenty-two years old I'd dated more than ten girls but that wasn't the publication,"No, I don't think so."

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

"Not without them knowing."

"Huh, what do you intend ?"

"I mean I might possess been with two girls at once a mates 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 same clip ? You fucked two girls at the Saami time ?"she repeated.

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

My baby got off the couch then went to the main windowpane and watched the traffic three floor below for a while, she was silent and I left her alone. Without saying anything she held her arm back, holding the empty chicken feed to me. I took that as a suggestion and slopped another dig of whiskey in it. She put the ice to her lips and chugged it down then turned to me again,"I never did anything like that, did you love Gabi ?"

"Love ? I don't know. She was pretty and sexy, but I'm not sure I would have asked her to get married me if we hadn't broken up."

"Did she know you ?"

"She never said so, why ?"

"How about your other girlfriends, were you in love with any of them ?"

I wasn't sure where the line of dubiousness was going but I didn't grasp back. Irene was my sis ; I wasn't interviewing for a date where the truth might wrench her off."Love is a secure word of honor Sis, I'm not indisputable I ever felt that way about any daughter except Crissy, it tore me up when she dumped me, I would make married her."

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

"Maybe."

"Did you have sex with her ?"

"What the ass, we playing Twenty Questions ?"

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

I stood next to my Sister at the window then for the next few minute of arc I told her about my relationship with Crissy. I was 15 when we started dating, seventeen when she broke it off. I told Irene about the first aborted attempts to puddle a passing play Crissy, I was afraid to because I thought she would slap the bull out of me or something. Actually, it was she who started the intimacies between us. We were necking like crazy one night and she took my redress script and pulled it over and pressed it against her breast. I didn't need any Sir Thomas More suggestion or encouragement, from that mo on I had my hand on all over her every time we got more than ten seconds alone. Irene smiled slightly, her heart were amused,"She made a toss at you ?"

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

"Were you Virgo the Virgin ?"

"Is this constituent of the twenty dubiousness ?"

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

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

"I was, I don't know about her, I never asked and I was too sexually poor fish to make a decision, or even guess. Besides, it didn't matter. What mattered was the absolutely amazing touch sensation of getting off with a girl. I got to assure you ; my mitt lost out in any contests for companionship 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 motivation to be driving right now, you're drunk and depressed, not a dear combining to be on the streets. You want me to take you home ?"She evaluated my go for a few seconds then plopped her ass back to the sofa, fell over and started breathing through her open oral fissure and drooling slightly. Irene had passed out, completely drunk, completely exhausted from the trial by ordeal of breaking up. I swept her yearn browned haircloth off her brass then tried to rearrange her on the couch shock so she was stretched out. She looked uncomfortable but I left my baby to go pee and get ready for bed.

I came back to the social movement room to check on Irene and found her lying on her back, on the floor, in front of the sofa. Her left leg was still on the cushion so her skirt had slid up her thigh, giving me a full-on position of tight, pink lace panty. Believe it or not, she looked more comfy on the trading floor than when she was on the sofa, but I couldn't leave her there. I tried to snub the nice up-skirt survey when I poked her with my toes,"Hey, don't you want to log Z's on the couch ?"

Irene threw and arm over her eyes and mumbled something incoherent then pulled her leg off the furniture. She rolled to her side 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 intoxicated babe. Even though she is a minuscule cleaning lady, between 105 and 110 pounds, picking her up was like auditioning for a buffoon job. She was so limp she kept slipping out of my hired man and arms. After dropping her three times I managed to get my will arm hooked under her knees and my rightfield around her spine. I was holding a tit for a improve grasp as I carried her to my bed. I flopped her down, relieved to let go of the boneless mass. She threw her weapons system spacious, stretched across the bed and grumbled more gibberish.

I stood back and looked at my youthful sister. Twenty years old, 5'2, slender, but with a well-formed fair sex's body. Her light Robert Brown hairsbreadth was permed in foresighted waves, kind of old fashioned but attractive. If her eye were open, they would have been hazel trending to green. I couldn't decide if she was cute, pretty, lovely or beautiful. But, as her comrade, it's not my place to make that call, so I didn't let it engage my thinker. I left her on the bed then went to slumber on the sofa.

It was after 1 in the break of the day when a meretricious knocking on my doorway woke me up. I stumbled through a daze of sleep and peered through the fisheye. Justin. My sis's fellow, or to be more precise, ex-boyfriend, was standing in the stairwell. I opened the door,"Is Irene here ?"he wanted to have it away.

"Yeah, what the piece of ass are you doing here ?"

"I need to verbalise to her."

"She's asleep, go home."

He stood firm,"Come on Brett, I really need to tattle to her, wake her up."

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

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

"Women usually don't forgive cheating so quick, but if you think you can convince her you're a upright guy again, you can chequer on her."I stopped blocking the room access and let Justin in. He looked around and I pointed the direction to my elbow room. I didn't give him much of a fortune to feather thing with my baby, she was really hurt, pretty pissed, and even more drunk.

Justin went to the chamber and I grabbed a Methedrine of cold water and went back to the front room then turned on the TV. After about ten instant I got curious so I got up to see what the hell was going on in my room. I couldn't imagine my baby sitting quiet while her two-timing boyfriend explained himself. I expected to get a line shouting, I didn't. What I saw when I opened the door sent a flood of adrenaline directly to my blood, my mind froze, I reacted to what I saw. Justin had Irene on her back, her genu knack over the edge of the mattress. She was still passed out. Her skirt was hiked up to her abdomen, her rap pantie bunched up on the bed next to her shoulder ; he was fucking her.

I grabbed the son-of-a-bitch by the back of the neck opening and jerked him away from Irene. His peter pulled out of her when he fell to his ass. I kicked him in the costa and was ready to bedevil the shit out the window but held back ; I couldn't putting to death him, that had sober consequences. I dragged him by an arm out of the way, to the room access and shoved him into the stairwell, his pants were still around his ankles so he stumbled and fell three steps down before he caught himself. I slammed the doorway then leaned on it, calming down for a few instant. Once I got my breath under command I went back to my sis. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her elbows on her knees, her head in her hired man. When she heard me come up 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 wino and fuddle, she glanced around and found her panties on the bed then felt between her legs for a mussiness. She pulled the hand from under her chick, look at it, and asked"He screwed me ?"

I let Irene down, I should accept 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 sister and pulled her into a hug then fell back to the bed pulling her Down beside me. She began to cry again,"I can't consider he did all that Brett, I thought he loved me."I was kinked at my hips, with my legs over the sharpness of the bed. I kicked off my shoes then twisted around to lie completely on the bed. When I was done shifting my babe also moved until she was lying with me, her head on my berm. She was still grieving for her lost honey as I drifted to slumber.

I woke to the fragrance of coffee. My centre opened and the first base thing I saw was a mug, held by my sister who looked like she'd spent the night in a tumble drier. Her middle were bleeding, her hair a maze of knots, and the cup shook slightly. She was wearing my terry cloth dawning gown."Take this,"she said,"I have to guide a shower."I was still fully dressed so when I sat up my pants bunched up between my legs, pinching my egg in folding of denim. I grabbed my drawers to set myself as Irene watched. I took the java, she left for the bathroom. As she walked from me in the inadequate robe, I couldn't help but train out her nicely work legs.

I was changing from my day before dress to a novel set when I heard from the can,"Brett, where in the infernal region is the fuzz conditioner ?"eating away just a t shirt and Jockey shorts I went to find out what my sis was yelling about. I poked my straits in the bathroom room access 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 zilch to her I went to the small closet next to the sink and pulled out a bottle of conditioner. I held it to her, she looked at it for a mo, then shifted her eyes to my fount. Her mouth curled up to a slight grin then she said"You do it."

"Do what ?"

"rinsing my hair 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 hair ?"Irene stepped to one side then pulled the shower drapery open for me. My animal foot were cemented to the level as I stared at her nakedness, I couldn't make a motion them. My own younger sister just invited me to shower with her ? What the fuck ? She watched my reaction, her middle glinted with fun,"Hurry up, or I'll have to shampoo again."

My thinker blanked out my relationship to the woman in the exhibitor so I stepped in, still wearing my shorts and shirt. When the water soaked the cloth, my underclothes molded wetly to my organic structure. Irene stepped back to the wall of the shower and looked me up and down. The wet material clung to, and highlighted the muscularity of my chest, and the configuration of my putz. Satisfied with what she saw she turned away, dipped her head in the stream of weewee then waited for me to use the conditioner. I looked her up and down, from the long, wet hair to the small of her binding, over the curve ball of her butt buttock to her pes. The water flowing over her made her tegument shiny, slick magazine, vibrant. I peered over her shoulder at her titty which were standing broad and business firm, her nipples looked long and swollen, miniature waterfalls were falling from them. I poured a declamatory dollop from the nursing bottle to the top of her head then began to massage it into her scalp as my dick started reacting to the informal place. In to a lesser extent than a instant I had a fully matured erection, it formed a large tent in the front of my briefs.

Irene put her workforce on the wall of the stall and tilted her head back so I could influence the lotion into her whisker. I was still looking at her back, her ass and branch while my fingers were officious, my cock was like diddlysquat's beanstalk, it wouldn't quit growing and began to hurt from the unceasing expansion ; I felt so much pressure I thought it would get apart at the crease. I took a manus off my sister's head to aline my erection, but the clinging wet fabric wouldn't let me ease the tune. I pulled my shorts over my cock then shimmied my ass until they fell to my ankles. My unconstrained SOB stuck straight and laborious, 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 thighs. I put both hired man on her hips then with the aim and skill of an fulfill lover, impaled her with my erection. Irene yelped, slapped her manpower on the shower bath bulwark then pressed back on me ; I began fucking her.

She bowed her back, putting more pressing against my venter while I rolled my back to lie with her. Irene turned her promontory to look up at me and flashed a small smile. I pushed up, deep and warm enough to lift her feet off the floor, her entire weight was hanging on my hammer, Irene gasped, closed her optic and moaned. She fumbled with the spigot to turn the water off, slipped off my bloomer then took my hand and pulled me from the shower bath to my way. At the bed she turned to me, took both my hands in hers then fell back, pulling me to her, between her spread legs. I slipped back into Irene, then she and I tried our damnedest to give my bed.

I may have been surprised as sin 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 stallion prison term 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 complain or rive out. If I was a revenge fuck, oh well, I thought, that was a fortune I would stimulate to put up with. She was hot, limber up and the prospicient we coupled, the wilder she got. Irene had been screwing Justin for a couple of geezerhood and never worried about getting knocked up so I wasn't concerned about her safe either. The forces of life swelled my cock, hardened my bollock then, when I couldn't custody on any longsighted, I warned her,"I'm cuming Irene, I'm gon na -- -- -- !"My sister grabbed my ass and held sozzled as I shot a double-ball blast into her.

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

I answered her with a bit of irony,"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 grin,"I still have conditioner in my hair."

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

Her eye turned grievous,"Not sure, I just didn't want to take the air around today knowing that the finish guy to fuck me is cheating on me. Having commons DNA didn't matter."

"I'm an emergency fuck, ‘ drag Zipper in shell of pinch'?"

Her eyes twinkled,"You're complaining ? I thought guys like non-committal quickies."

"You didn't get off."

She pushed me away,"Don't worry 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 minutes later I was dishing up scrambled egg and Roger Bacon for Irene, she was sipping orange juice. She was wearing my gown and again commiserating about Justin. That we had just fucked like hot new lovers wasn't part of the breakfast conversation,"Was I dreaming live night or was Justin here ?"

When I told her what happened, that I threw his naked ass out the door she laughed brightly,"in effect affair 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 billet, she asked me what I was doing the rest 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 over after her afternoon socio-economic class. I felt a little dare so I wondered out loud if she was coming back for another chamber encounter. She rolled her oculus, said"Don't you wish"then flipped me the finger's breadth as she walked out.

Later that day, while remembering the groundless fuck my sister put on me, I fixed up a petty placard for her. When she came in about six that evening, Irene took one look at my groin and chirped a quick amused joke. She put her fingers on the tag tied to my zip fastener that said ‘ drag Zipper in example of hand brake ’, tugged it down and said,"This time you have to get me off. ”