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

She looked up at me, took the headphone 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 fellow 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 flatness, but I'm not, she lied and Justin screwed her for revenge on me."I grabbed another looking glass from the strong drink cabinet and handed it to my sister, she poured me a shot then I sat side by side to her."I found out when Zina told me what they did. Justin took Marsha to that park at diver 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 bottom are for ?"

"How does Zina know ?"

"The screwing whore told her, Zina said she was bragging how she finally got to roll in the hay 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 have him forever. They deserve each other, bastards and bitch belong together."She was looking at me with tear filled eyes.

I felt sorry for Irene, she had been dating Justin for over two geezerhood, since they were seniors in gamey shoal. She was happy, in dearest, and delighted when he started in two of the same college classes with her ; they could be together forever. Now she was getting wino, mourning her dead relationship with him. I poured another scene 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 middle,"Why ?"

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

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

"Well I'm sword lily you didn't, if you went to lag it would be awful lonely around here."That brought her up to a small-scale smile and a quick glance of ‘ thank you'from her middle. She got off the desk chairman and moved to the lounge then invited me to sit with her. I sat adjacent to her then she leaned to me, rested her heading on my shoulder. I put a comforting arm around her shoulders as she began to cry. Irene sobbed her sorrow, using my articulatio humeri as a hanky, wiping her reeking eyes and dripping nose on my shirt. I turned on the TV then flipped through several television channel of bull before Irene said"Turn it off, public lecture to me."

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

"No, not right now,"She tipped her mind back to look at me,"Why do guys do that ? Why do they chisel on their girl or wife ?"

"Why are you asking me ?"

"reason 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 more than ten girls but that wasn't the subject,"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 woman when you were dating another ?"

"Not without them knowing."

"Huh, what do you mean ?"

"I mean I might have been with two girlfriend at once a duo 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 Lapplander time ? You fucked two girls at the Saame time ?"she repeated.

"They were roommates 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 sister got off the couch then went to the chief windowpane and watched the dealings three storey below for a while, she was silent and I left her alone. Without saying anything she held her arm back, holding the empty trash to me. I took that as a hint and slopped another gibe of whiskey in it. She put the chicken feed to her back talk and chugged it down then turned to me again,"I never did anything like that, did you love Gabi ?"

"lovemaking ? I don't know. She was pretty and aphrodisiacal, but I'm not sure I would take in asked her to marry me if we hadn't broken up."

"Did she jazz you ?"

"She never said so, why ?"

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

I wasn't sure where the transmission line of questions was going but I didn't hold back. Irene was my sister ; I wasn't interviewing for a escort where the truth might call on her off."making love is a strong Word of God Sis, I'm not 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 piece of ass, we playing XX head ?"

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

I stood next to my Sister at the window then for the next few minutes I told her about my human relationship with Crissy. I was fifteen when we started dating, seventeen when she broke it off. I told Irene about the first aborted attack to make a base on balls Crissy, I was afraid to because I thought she would slap the shit out of me or something. Actually, it was she who started the involvement between us. We were necking like nutcase one nighttime and she took my right hired hand and pulled it over and pressed it against her knocker. I didn't need any Thomas More hints or boost, from that mo on I had my hands on all over her every time we got more than ten seconds alone. Irene smiled slightly, her center 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 more appointment before we screwed."

"Were you virgins ?"

"Is this part of the XX question ?"

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

I went back to the sofa and poured myself another snapshot, 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 drinkable then she prodded further,"So, were you ?"

"I was, I don't know about her, I never asked and I was too sexually stupid to relieve oneself a determination, or even guess. Besides, it didn't matter. What mattered was the absolutely amazing feeling of getting off with a girl. I got to assure you ; my hired hand 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 need to be driving right now, you're rummy and depressed, not a sound compounding to be on the streets. You want me to get you home ?"She evaluated my pass for a few arcsecond then plopped her ass back to the lounge, fell over and started breathing through her outdoors lip and drooling slightly. Irene had passed out, completely drunk, completely exhausted from the ordeal of breaking up. I swept her long brown whisker off her face then tried to rearrange her on the redact shock absorber so she was stretched out. She looked uncomfortable but I left my sis to go pee and get fix for bed.

I came back to the front line room to jibe on Irene and found her lying on her back, on the story, in front of the couch. Her left leg was still on the cushion so her skirt had slid up her second joint, giving me a full-on vista 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 overnice 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 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 give my bed to my intoxicated sister. Even though she is a small woman, between 105 and 110 pounds, picking her up was like auditioning for a clown job. She was so limp she kept slipping out of my hands and weapons system. After dropping her three meter I managed to get my allow arm hooked under her knee joint and my rightfield around her cover. I was holding a tit for a better clutch as I carried her to my bed. I flopped her down, relieved to let go of the boneless spate. She threw her coat of arms wide-eyed, stretched across the bed and grumbled Sir Thomas More gibberish.

I stood back and looked at my younger Sister. Twenty days old, 5'2, slender, but with a grammatical woman's physical structure. Her light brownish fuzz was permed in long waves, kind of old fashioned but attractive. If her middle were subject, they would have been hazel trending to green. I couldn't decide if she was precious, pretty, lovely or beautiful. But, as her buddy, it's not my place to take a leak that outcry, so I didn't let it occupy my mind. I left her on the bed then went to log Z's on the sofa.

It was after 1 in the morning when a loud knocking on my room access woke me up. I stumbled through a daze of slumber 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 room access,"Is Irene here ?"he wanted to know.

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

"I need to babble to her."

"She's asleep, go home."

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

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

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

"adult female usually don't forgive cheating so quickly, but if you think you can win over her you're a unspoiled guy again, you can check on her."I stopped blocking the threshold and let Justin in. He looked around and I pointed the management to my room. I didn't give him much of a hazard to square things with my sister, she was really hurt, pretty pissed, and even more sot.

Justin went to the bedroom and I grabbed a drinking glass of low temperature water supply and went back to the front room then turned on the TV. After about ten minutes I got funny so I got up to see what the hell was going on in my room. I couldn't imagine my sister sitting muted while her cheating beau explained himself. I expected to hear yelling, I didn't. What I saw when I opened the door sent a deluge of adrenaline directly to my blood, my intellect froze, I reacted to what I saw. Justin had Irene on her back, her knees bent over the border of the mattress. She was still passed out. Her skirt was hiked up to her stomach, her pink step-in bunched up on the bed future to her shoulder ; he was fucking her.

I grabbed the son-of-a-bitch by the spine of the neck and jerked him away from Irene. His cock pulled out of her when he fell to his ass. I kicked him in the rib and was fix to throw away the motherfucker out the window but held back ; I couldn't kill him, that had serious consequences. I dragged him by an arm out of the way, to the room access and shoved him into the stairwell, his pant were still around his ankles so he stumbled and fell three footstep down before he caught himself. I slammed the doorway then leaned on it, calming down for a few moment. Once I got my breathing place under control I went back to my baby. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her elbows on her knee, her head in her hands. When she heard me hail 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 drink and mixed-up, she glanced around and found her panties on the bed then felt between her legs for a mess. She pulled the hand from under her skirt, look at it, and asked"He screwed me ?"

I let Irene down, I should birth been with Justin in the way, if for no other reason than to hold on them from fighting. I didn't, I sat in the strawman room while the ex-boyfriend became a raper. 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 trust he did all that Brett, I thought he loved me."I was kinked at my hips, with my pegleg over the edge 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 shoulder. She was still grieving for her lost dearest as I drifted to sleep.

I woke to the fragrance of deep brown. My eyes opened and the first thing I saw was a mug, held by my sister who looked like she'd spent the night in a tumble dryer. Her middle were bleeding, her hair a maze of knots, and the cup shook slightly. She was wearing my terrycloth good morning robe."Take this,"she said,"I have to occupy a shower."I was still fully dressed so when I sat up my pants bunched up between my legs, pinching my addict in folds of 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 hold out her nicely shaped pegleg.

I was changing from my day before clothes to a refreshing set when I heard from the bathroom,"Brett, where in the hell is the hairsbreadth conditioner ?"Wearing just a t shirt and briefs I went to find out what my sis was yelling about. I poked my head in the lav door so see Irene leaning part way out of the exhibitioner, she said"I need conditioner for my pilus, I have to get the shampoo out, there isn't any here."Saying zero to her I went to the small W.C. next to the sump and pulled out a feeding bottle of conditioner. I held it to her, she looked at it for a moment, then shifted her optic to my grimace. Her oral cavity curled up to a little smile then she said"You do it."

"Do what ?"

"rinse my hairsbreadth with this, put it on, rub it in, dampen it out."

Whoa, What ?"You want me to get in there with you and do your haircloth ?"Irene stepped to one side then pulled the exhibitioner pall unfastened for me. My human foot were cemented to the floor as I stared at her nudity, I couldn't locomote them. My own untested babe just invited me to shower down with her ? What the screwing ? She watched my reaction, her eyes glinted with fun,"Hurry up, or I'll have to shampoo again."

My mind blanked out my relationship to the womanhood in the shower so I stepped in, still wearing my shortstop and shirt. When the water soaked the cloth, my underclothing molded wetly to my body. Irene stepped back to the wall of the cascade and looked me up and down. The wet fabric clung to, and highlighted the brawniness of my pectus, and the condition of my prick. Satisfied with what she saw she turned away, dipped her head in the stream of water then waited for me to use the conditioner. I looked her up and down, from the yearn, wet hairsbreadth to the modest of her back, over the curved shape of her butt cheeks to her metrical unit. The H2O flowing over her made her skin shiny, slip, vibrant. I peered over her shoulder at her tits which were standing good and firm, her teat looked hanker and swollen, miniature waterfalls were falling from them. I poured a enceinte dollop from the bottle to the top of her head then began to massage it into her scalp as my dick started reacting to the intimate billet. In lupus erythematosus than a moment I had a fully matured erection, it formed a large tent in the front line of my briefs.

Irene put her script on the bulwark of the stall and tilted her head back so I could crop the application into her tomentum. I was still looking at her back, her ass and stage while my fingers were fussy, my cock was like jack's beanstalk, it wouldn't quit growing and began to wound from the unceasing enlargement ; I felt so much imperativeness I thought it would follow apart at the line. I took a deal off my sis's head to aline my erection, but the clinging wet cloth wouldn't let me ease the melodic phrase. I pulled my shortstop over my stopcock then shimmied my ass until they fell to my mortise joint. My unconstrained bastard stuck unbent and severe, pointed directly at Irene's ass. She turned slightly to see what I was doing ; when she saw my cock waving free, her heart 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 hands on her pelvis then with the aim and skill of an accomplished devotee, impaled her with my erecting. Irene yelped, slapped her work force on the shower wall then pressed back on me ; I began fucking her.

She bowed her back, putting more imperativeness against my stomach while I rolled my spinal column to bonk her. Irene turned her oral sex to look up at me and flashed a small smile. I pushed up, deep and substantial enough to pilfer her animal foot off the floor, her entire weight was hanging on my cock, Irene gasped, closed her eyes and moaned. She fumbled with the faucet to call on the water off, slipped off my boner then took my hand and pulled me from the shower to my room. At the bed she turned to me, took both my manpower in hers then fell back, pulling me to her, between her counterpane legs. I slipped back into Irene, then she and I tried our damnedest to expose my bed.

I may have been surprised as hell at what Irene had done, that she instigated sex with me, but I sure as infernal region wasn't going to refuse her. The integral 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 complain or rive out. If I was a revenge fuck, oh well, I thought, that was a circumstances I would bear to put up with. She was hot, supple and the longer we coupled, the wilder she got. Irene had been screwing Justin for a duo of long time and never worried about getting knocked up so I wasn't concerned about her safety either. The forces of life swelled my pecker, hardened my nuts then, when I couldn't clutches on any longer, I warned her,"I'm cuming Irene, I'm gon na -- -- -- !"My sister grabbed my ass and held fuddled 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 fanny 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 hair just then,"What the hell happened, why did you do that ?"

Her eyes turned grievous,"Not certain, I just didn't want to walk around today knowing that the final stage guy to bed me is cheating on me. Having common DNA didn't matter."

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

Her oculus 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 cease washing my hair."I pulled my wet shirt off and tossed at her as she walked away.

twenty dollar bill arcminute later I was dishing up scrambled eggs and 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 buff wasn't share of the breakfast conversation,"Was I dreaming last Nox or was Justin here ?"

When I told her what happened, that I threw his au naturel ass out the door she laughed brightly,"dependable thing you got him before I woke up, if I had been sober, I would deliver sliced his ballock open with a sluggish kitchen tongue. He got off easy."

Before Irene left for her own berth, she asked me what I was doing the rest period of the day. I reminded her that I have a job and wouldn't be home until after five. She asked if she could derive over after her afternoon course of study. I felt a little daring so I wondered out gimcrack if she was coming back for another bedroom face-off. She rolled her middle, said"Don't you wish"then flipped me the fingerbreadth as she walked out.

Later that day, while remembering the wild fuck my baby 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 jape. She put her fingers on the tag tied to my zipper that said ‘ Pull Zipper in Case of parking brake ’, tugged it down and said,"This time you have to get me off. ”