I came into my flat and found my Sister sitting at my computer desk with headphones on, a drink glass in mitt and a bottle of Jim balance beam on the floor next to her left wing 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 shot in her glass, tipped it up and sucked it down in one drink,"Yeah, the bitch lied about me, she said I was screwing matte, but I'm not, she lied and Justin screwed her for revenge on me."I grabbed another glass from the pot liquor console and handed it to my Sister, she poured me a shot then I sat next to her."I found out when Zina told me what they did. Justin took Marsha to that car park at diver Lake and screwed her in the car. According to Zina they did it three metre. Three times in the car ? Doesn't that easygoing slovenly woman know what seam are for ?"

"How does Zina know ?"

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

I felt sorry for Irene, she had been dating Justin for over two years, since they were elder in high school. She was happy, in love, and delighted when he started in two of the same college stratum with her ; they could be together forever. Now she was getting drunk, mourning her dead kinship 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 optic,"Why ?"

"movement you're my sis. If someone does one of us faulty, we are all are affected. You told me that when Rick beat the shit out of me, remember, you wanted to shoot his ass."

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

"well I'm glad you didn't, if you went to jail it would be awful lonely around here."That brought her up to a small grin and a quick glance of ‘ thank you'from her eyes. She got off the desk electric chair and moved to the sofa then invited me to sit with her. I sat adjacent to her then she leaned to me, rested her head on my articulatio humeri. I put a comforting arm around her shoulder as she began to cry. Irene sobbed her sorrowfulness, using my articulatio humeri as a hankey, wiping her watery eyes and dripping nose on my shirt. I turned on the TV then flipped through several channels of bull before Irene said"good turn 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 reckon at me,"Why do guy cable do that ? Why do they chicane on their girlfriend or married woman ?"

"Why are you asking me ?"

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

At twenty-two years old I'd dated more than ten girl but that wasn't the exit,"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 char when you were dating another ?"

"Not without them knowing."

"Huh, what do you intend ?"

"I mean I might have been with two lady friend at once a couple of clip, they didn't think of it as cheating."

Irene pushed off my berm and stared at me for a few seconds,"Two at the same clock time ? You fucked two girls at the Saami time ?"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 calendar month then I broke up with Gabi."

My sister got off the couch then went to the chief window and watched the traffic three floors below for a while, she was still and I left her alone. Without saying anything she held her arm back, holding the vacuous glass to me. I took that as a lead and slopped another shot of whiskey in it. She put the glass to her back talk and chugged it down then turned to me again,"I never did anything like that, did you fuck Gabi ?"

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

"Did she love you ?"

"She never said so, why ?"

"How about your former lady friend, were you in love with any of them ?"

I wasn't sure where the job of head was going but I didn't hold back. Irene was my sister ; I wasn't interviewing for a date where the truth might ferment her off."Love is a strong word Sis, I'm not sure enough I ever felt that way about any lady friend except Crissy, it tore me up when she dumped me, I would sustain married her."

"Crissy was your first-class honours degree girlfriend ; you were too Loretta Young to get married."

"Maybe."

"Did you have sex with her ?"

"What the fuck, we playing XX dubiousness ?"

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

I stood next to my sis at the window then for the next 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 try to make a pass Crissy, I was afraid to because I thought she would slap the bullshit out of me or something. Actually, it was she who started the closeness between us. We were necking like crazy one night and she took my right hand and pulled it over and pressed it against her boob. I didn't need any Sir Thomas More touch or encouragement, from that moment on I had my hired hand on all over her every prison term we got more than ten seconds alone. Irene smiled slightly, her optic were amused,"She made a bye at you ?"

"No, she took my hand and used it for me, on her. After that it was two more appointment before we screwed."

"Were you virgins ?"

"Is this part of the XX questions ?"

"Yes, I think that may be 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 short so I took her arm and urged her to sit again. We quaffed the drinks then she prodded further,"So, were you ?"

"I was, I don't know about her, I never asked and I was too sexually stupefied to spend a penny a finding, or even shot. Besides, it didn't matter. What mattered was the absolutely astound look of getting off with a fille. I got to enjoin you ; my mitt lost out in any competition 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 infernal region don't indigence to be driving right now, you're drunkard and depressed, not a just combining to be on the streets. You want me to take you home ?"She evaluated my offer for a few seconds then plopped her ass back to the lounge, fell over and started breathing through her give lip and drooling slightly. Irene had passed out, completely drunk, completely exhausted from the ordeal of breaking up. I swept her long brown hair's-breadth off her brass then tried to rearrange her on the couch cushions so she was stretched out. She looked uncomfortable but I left my babe to go pee and get prepare for bed.

I came back to the movement room to chequer on Irene and found her lying on her back, on the floor, in front of the lounge. Her left leg was still on the shock absorber so her skirt had slid up her thigh, giving me a full-on view of tight, pink lace panties. 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 ignore the nice up-skirt persuasion when I poked her with my toes,"Hey, don't you want to slumber on the lounge ?"

Irene threw and arm over her eyes and mumbled something incoherent then pulled her leg off the furniture. She rolled to her slope 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 lift up sister. Even though she is a little woman, between 105 and 110 hammering, picking her up was like auditioning for a goof job. She was so limp she kept slipping out of my manus and weapons system. After dropping her three times I managed to get my left arm hooked under her knees and my rightfield around her spinal column. I was holding a tit for a better clench as I carried her to my bed. I flopped her down, relieved to let go of the boneless mass. She threw her arms wide, stretched across the bed and grumbled Thomas More gibber.

I stood back and looked at my untried baby. Twenty years old, 5'2, slender, but with a well-formed char's body. Her light John Brown hairsbreadth was permed in long wafture, 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 cunning, pretty, lovely or beautiful. But, as her brother, it's not my place to spend a penny that call, so I didn't let it occupy my judgment. I left her on the bed then went to log Z's on the lounge.

It was after 1 in the cockcrow when a loud knocking on my room access woke me up. I stumbled through a haze of sleep and peered through the fisheye. Justin. My sister's boyfriend, 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 fuck are you doing here ?"

"I need to mouth to her."

"She's asleep, go home."

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

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

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

"Women usually don't forgive cheating so immediate, but if you think you can convert her you're a sound guy again, you can check on her."I stopped blocking the door and let Justin in. He looked around and I pointed the direction to my way. I didn't give him much of a prospect to square matter with my sis, she was really hurt, pretty pissed, and even Thomas More drunk.

Justin went to the bedroom and I grabbed a deoxyephedrine of cold water and went back to the front room then turned on the TV. After about ten minutes I got curious so I got up to see what the sin was going on in my elbow room. I couldn't imagine my sister sitting quiet while her adulterous boyfriend explained himself. I expected to get wind shouting, I didn't. What I saw when I opened the doorway 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 knees bent grass over the edge of the mattress. She was still passed out. Her skirt was hiked up to her stomach, her pink panty bunched up on the bed future 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 cock pulled out of her when he fell to his ass. I kicked him in the costa and was prepare to throw the dickhead out the window but held back ; I couldn't kill him, that had life-threatening consequence. I dragged him by an arm out of the way, to the door 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 door then leaned on it, calming down for a few bit. Once I got my intimation under control I went back to my sister. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her elbows on her knee, her head in her deal. When she heard me total 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 inebriated and disconcert, she glanced around and found her scanty on the bed then felt between her legs for a kettle of fish. She pulled the hand from under her bird, look at it, and asked"He screwed me ?"

I let Irene down, I should have been with Justin in the elbow room, if for no other ground 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 pull 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 articulatio coxae, with my legs over the bound 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 promontory on my shoulder. She was still grieving for her lost love as I drifted to sleep.

I woke to the fragrance of chocolate. My heart opened and the first thing I saw was a mug, held by my sister who looked like she'd spent the night in a whirl dryer. Her heart were bleeding, her hair a tangle of knots, and the cup shook slightly. She was wearing my terry sunrise robe."Take this,"she said,"I have to take a shower."I was still fully dressed so when I sat up my drawers bunched up between my branch, pinching my Nut in fold of jean. I grabbed my pants to align myself as Irene watched. I took the umber, she left for the bathroom. As she walked from me in the shortsighted gown, I couldn't help but check out her nicely mould legs.

I was changing from my day before wearing apparel to a saucy set when I heard from the bathroom,"Brett, where in the hell is the hair conditioner ?"wearing just a t shirt and briefs I went to find out out what my sister was yelling about. I poked my headway in the john door so see Irene leaning part way out of the rain shower, she said"I need conditioner for my hair, I have to get the shampoo out, there isn't any here."Saying nada to her I went to the small closet next to the sump and pulled out a bottle of conditioner. I held it to her, she looked at it for a instant, then shifted her eyes to my grimace. Her mouth curled up to a tenuous grin then she said"You do it."

"Do what ?"

"Rinse 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 tomentum ?"Irene stepped to one side then pulled the shower drapery open for me. My groundwork were cemented to the flooring as I stared at her nudeness, I couldn't motivate them. My own jr. baby just invited me to shower down with her ? What the nookie ? She watched my reaction, her eyes glinted with fun,"precipitation up, or I'll have to shampoo again."

My idea blanked out my relationship to the cleaning lady in the exhibitor so I stepped in, still wearing my boxers and shirt. When the piss soaked the cloth, my underclothing molded wetly to my body. Irene stepped back to the bulwark of the shower and looked me up and down. The wet material clung to, and highlighted the muscles of my breast, and the SHAPE of my prick. Satisfied with what she saw she turned away, dipped her headland in the stream of body of water then waited for me to use the conditioner. I looked her up and down, from the long, wet hair to the small of her book binding, over the curve of her coffin nail impertinence to her feet. The water flowing over her made her skin shiny, slip, vibrant. I peered over her shoulder at her titty which were standing fully and firm, her mammilla looked hanker and swollen, miniature waterfalls were falling from them. I poured a boastfully dollop from the bottle to the top of her school principal then began to massage it into her scalp as my motherfucker started reacting to the intimate situation. In less than a instant I had a fully matured erection, it formed a large tent in the front of my briefs.

Irene put her helping hand on the wall of the cubicle and tilted her head back so I could work the lotion into her hair. I was still looking at her back, her ass and legs while my finger's breadth were busy, my prick was like jack's beanstalk, it wouldn't quit growing and began to hurt from the ceaseless expanding upon ; I felt so lots insistency I thought it would descend apart at the bed. I took a bridge player off my sis's chief to adjust my erection, but the clinging wet cloth wouldn't let me ease the form. I pulled my trunks over my cock then shimmied my ass until they fell to my mortise joint. My unconstrained prick stuck straight and backbreaking, pointed directly at Irene's ass. She turned slightly to see what I was doing ; when she saw my cock waving free, her oculus moved up to mine and she bent her back, raised up on her toes then moved her behind until I slipped between her thigh. I put both manpower on her hips then with the aim and skill of an accomplished lover, impaled her with my erection. Irene yelped, slapped her hired man on the shower wall then pressed back on me ; I began fucking her.

She bowed her back, putting more force per unit area against my tummy while I rolled my book binding to fuck her. Irene turned her chief to look up at me and flashed a small grinning. I pushed up, deep and impregnable enough to lift her pes off the floor, her entire weight was hanging on my prick, Irene gasped, closed her eyes and moaned. She fumbled with the spigot to turn the water off, slipped off my boner then took my hand and pulled me from the shower to my elbow room. At the bed she turned to me, took both my men 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 break my bed.

I may have been surprised as hell at what Irene had done, that she instigated sex with me, but I sure as sin wasn't going to refuse her. The integral time 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 rip out. If I was a revenge fuck, oh well, I thought, that was a fate I would have to put up with. She was hot, limber and the longer 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 safety either. The military unit of life swelled my cock, hardened my nuts then, when I couldn't cargo hold on any retentive, I warned her,"I'm cuming Irene, I'm gon na -- -- -- !"My sister grabbed my ass and held tight as I shot a double-ball gust into her.

When I was done pumping her up, I relaxed to lie on her venter. 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 tip of a grin,"I still have conditioner in my hair."

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

Her eyes turned unplayful,"Not for certain, I just didn't want to take the air around today knowing that the end guy to sleep with me is cheating on me. Having vulgar DNA didn't matter."

"I'm an exigency fuck, ‘ wrench Zipper in guinea pig of Emergency'?"

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

"You didn't get off."

She pushed me away,"Don't trouble 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 ballock and Roger Bacon 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 devotee wasn't part of the breakfast conversation,"Was I dreaming terminal Nox or was Justin here ?"

When I told her what happened, that I threw his naked ass out the doorway she laughed brightly,"Good thing you got him before I woke up, if I had been sober, I would take sliced his testis open with a benumb kitchen tongue. He got off easy."

Before Irene left for her own place, 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 amount over after her good afternoon class. I felt a piffling hardihood so I wondered out loudly if she was coming back for another sleeping room encounter. She rolled her heart, said"Don't you wish"then flipped me the finger as she walked out.

Later that day, while remembering the wild fuck my sister 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 groin and chirped a quick amused joke. She put her fingerbreadth on the tag tied to my zipper that said ‘ Pull Zipper in Case of Emergency ’, tugged it down and said,"This clock time you have to get me off. ”