I came into my flat and found my Sister sitting at my computing device desk with headphones on, a beverage looking glass in hand and a bottle of Jim Beam on the storey next to her allow leg. She looked downcast, sad, and half sot."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 beau cheated on you ?"

Irene splashed another shot in her ice, tipped it up and sucked it down in one swallow,"Yeah, the bitch 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 glass from the liquor locker and handed it to my Sister, she poured me a injection then I sat future to her."I found out when Zina told me what they did. Justin took Marsha to that green at birdbrain Lake and screwed her in the car. According to Zina they did it three clip. Three clock time in the car ? Doesn't that promiscuous fornicatress know what beds are for ?"

"How does Zina know ?"

"The nookie whore told her, Zina said she was bragging how she finally got to fuck Justin. She's been hitting on him the whole 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 former, bastards and kick belong together."She was looking at me with binge filled eyes.

I felt sorry for Irene, she had been dating Justin for over two long time, since they were seniors in high schoolhouse. She was happy, in love, and delighted when he started in two of the same college social class with her ; they could be together forever. Now she was getting drunk, mourning her dead family relationship with him. I poured another jibe for me and her,"I'm dreary 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 ?"

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

Irene smiled grimly,"I would deliver too, but I couldn't find dads gun. It really hurt 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 terribly lonely around here."That brought her up to a small smile and a straightaway glance of ‘ thank you'from her eyes. She got off the desk chair and moved to the sofa then invited me to sit with her. I sat succeeding to her then she leaned to me, rested her head on my berm. I put a comforting arm around her shoulders as she began to cry. Irene sobbed her sorrow, using my shoulder as a handkerchief, wiping her watery heart and dripping nose on my shirt. I turned on the TV then flipped through several distribution channel of Irish bull before Irene said"twist it off, talk to me."

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

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

"Why are you asking me ?"

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

At twenty-two years 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 young lady at once a duet of times, they didn't think of it as cheating."

Irene pushed off my shoulder and stared at me for a few minute,"Two at the same clock time ? You fucked two girls at the like 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 months then I broke up with Gabi."

My sis got off the lounge then went to the briny window and watched the traffic three floors below for a spell, she was dumb and I left her alone. Without saying anything she held her arm back, holding the empty glass to me. I took that as a hint and slopped another shot of whiskey in it. She put the looking glass to her backtalk 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 aphrodisiacal, but I'm not certain I would have asked her to marry me if we hadn't broken up."

"Did she bed 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 line of questions was going but I didn't hold back. Irene was my baby ; I wasn't interviewing for a particular date where the truth might turn her off."Love is a strong discussion Sis, I'm not trusted I ever felt that way about any girl except Crissy, it tore me up when she dumped me, I would have married her."

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

"Maybe."

"Did you have sex with her ?"

"What the piece of ass, we playing Twenty question ?"

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

I stood succeeding to my babe at the window then for the adjacent few bit I told her about my family relationship with Crissy. I was fifteen when we started dating, seventeen when she broke it off. I told Irene about the first aborted effort to make a pass 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 mad one night and she took my veracious mitt and pulled it over and pressed it against her breast. I didn't need any Thomas More trace or encouragement, from that instant on I had my hand on all over her every prison term 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 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 little so I took her arm and urged her to sit again. We quaffed the swallow 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 guess. Besides, it didn't matter. What mattered was the absolutely amazing intuitive feeling of getting off with a fille. I got to tell you ; my hand lost out in any contest for companionship after that."My babe 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 Inferno don't need to be driving right now, you're drunk and depressed, not a serious combination to be on the streets. You want me to pick out you home ?"She evaluated my offer for a few seconds then plopped her ass back to the sofa, fell over and started breathing through her subject mouth and drooling slightly. Irene had passed out, completely drunk, completely exhausted from the ordeal of breaking up. I swept her tenacious brown hair off her face then tried to rearrange her on the redact cushion so she was stretched out. She looked uncomfortable but I left my sister to go pee and get set for bed.

I came back to the front room to check on Irene and found her fabrication on her back, on the storey, in front of the sofa. Her forget leg was still on the shock absorber so her chick had slid up her second joint, 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 overnice up-skirt panorama when I poked her with my toes,"Hey, don't you want to slumber 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 slope and tried to establish a pillow with an arm. I couldn't leave her like that so I decided to sacrifice my bed to my uplift sister. Even though she is a low woman, between 105 and 110 Syrian pound, picking her up was like auditioning for a goofball job. She was so limp she kept slipping out of my helping hand and arms. After dropping her three sentence I managed to get my lead arm hooked under her knees and my right around her dorsum. I was holding a tit for a better grip as I carried her to my bed. I flopped her down, relieved to let go of the boneless sight. She threw her branch wide, stretched across the bed and grumbled more gibberish.

I stood back and looked at my younger sister. Twenty eld old, 5'2, slender, but with a well-formed adult female's body. Her fall brown hair was permed in long waving, kind of old fashioned but attractive. If her eyes 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 blood brother, it's not my shoes to get to that call, so I didn't let it occupy my creative thinker. I left her on the bed then went to slumber on the sofa.

It was after 1 in the morning when a loud knock on my doorway woke me up. I stumbled through a haze of eternal rest and peered through the fisheye. Justin. My sister's beau, or to be more accurate, ex-boyfriend, was standing in the stairwell. I opened the doorway,"Is Irene here ?"he wanted to fuck.

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

"I need to verbalize to her."

"She's asleep, go home."

He stood business firm,"cum on Brett, I really need to verbalize to her, inflame her up."

"I'm not going to wake up her, she's drunk, 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 pee it right with Irene."

"Women usually don't forgive cheating so warm, but if you think you can convince her you're a good guy again, you can check on her."I stopped blocking the door and let Justin in. He looked around and I pointed the instruction to my room. I didn't give him much of a chance to square things with my sister, she was really hurt, pretty pissed, and even more inebriate.

Justin went to the bedroom and I grabbed a looking glass of cold water and went back to the nominal head room then turned on the TV. After about ten proceedings I got curious so I got up to see what the hell was going on in my elbow room. I couldn't imagine my sister sitting quiet while her two-timing fellow explained himself. I expected to see yelling, I didn't. What I saw when I opened the room access 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 knee joint bent over the boundary of the mattress. She was still passed out. Her bird was hiked up to her stomach, her pink scanty bunched up on the bed adjacent to her shoulder ; he was fucking her.

I grabbed the son-of-a-bitch by the backrest of the neck and jerked him away from Irene. His putz pulled out of her when he fell to his ass. I kicked him in the rib and was ready to throw the shit out the window but held back ; I couldn't putting to death him, that had severe consequences. I dragged him by an arm out of the room, to the doorway and shoved him into the stairwell, his bloomers were still around his articulatio talocruralis so he stumbled and fell three whole tone down before he caught himself. I slammed the threshold then leaned on it, calming down for a few consequence. Once I got my breath under mastery I went back to my sister. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her elbows on her knees, her brain 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 wino and throw, she glanced around and found her panties on the bed then felt between her legs for a deal. She pulled the hand from under her chick, 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 early reason than to keep them from fighting. I didn't, I sat in the battlefront room while the ex-boyfriend became a rapist. I sat future to my sister and pulled her into a hug then fell back to the bed pulling her knock 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 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 sister also moved until she was lying with me, her head on my articulatio humeri. She was still grieving for her lost love as I drifted to sleep.

I woke to the fragrance of coffee. 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 catch on dryer. Her eyes were bleeding, her hair a tangle of knots, and the cup shook slightly. She was wearing my terrycloth morning robe."Take this,"she said,"I have to take a shower."I was still fully dressed so when I sat up my knickers bunched up between my peg, pinching my screwball in crimp of dungaree. I grabbed my pants to conform myself as Irene watched. I took the coffee, she left for the bathroom. As she walked from me in the scant robe, I couldn't aid but condition out her nicely shaped legs.

I was changing from my day before apparel to a fresh set when I heard from the lav,"Brett, where in the hell is the hair conditioner ?"Wearing just a t shirt and Jockey shorts I went to discover out what my sister was yelling about. I poked my head in the bathroom room access 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 aught to her I went to the small water closet next to the sink and pulled out a bottleful of conditioner. I held it to her, she looked at it for a moment, then shifted her eyes to my grimace. Her sass curled up to a slight 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 hair ?"Irene stepped to one side then pulled the shower curtain open for me. My feet were cemented to the story as I stared at her nudeness, I couldn't move them. My own new sister just invited me to shower down with her ? What the fuck ? She watched my reaction, her middle glinted with fun,"rush up, or I'll have to shampoo again."

My mind blanked out my family relationship to the cleaning woman in the shower so I stepped in, still wearing my drawers and shirt. When the pee soaked the fabric, my underwear molded wetly to my body. Irene stepped back to the paries of the shower and looked me up and down. The wet stuff clung to, and highlighted the musculus of my chest, and the conformation of my tool. Satisfied with what she saw she turned away, dipped her head in the stream of piss then waited for me to use the conditioner. I looked her up and down, from the longsighted, wet tomentum to the small of her binding, over the curve of her tooshie cheeks to her human foot. The water supply flowing over her made her skin shiny, slick, vibrant. I peered over her shoulder joint at her mamilla which were standing to the full and firm, her tit looked tenacious and swollen, miniature falls were falling from them. I poured a declamatory dollop from the bottleful to the top of her head then began to massage it into her scalp as my dent started reacting to the suggest situation. In less than a second I had a fully matured hard-on, it formed a great tent in the front of my legal brief.

Irene put her hand on the paries of the stall and tilted her head back so I could work the lotion into her hair's-breadth. I was still looking at her back, her ass and legs while my finger's breadth were busy, my cock was like diddly-squat's beanstalk, it wouldn't quit growing and began to suffer from the unending expansion ; I felt so a good deal pressure I thought it would come apart at the seams. I took a manus off my sister's head to align my erection, but the clinging wet fabric wouldn't let me still the line. I pulled my short pants over my cock then shimmied my ass until they fell to my articulatio talocruralis. My unconstrained prick stuck straight and hard, pointed directly at Irene's ass. She turned slightly to see what I was doing ; when she saw my peter waving free, her centre moved up to mine and she bent her back, raised up on her toes then moved her behind until I slipped between her thighs. I put both hired hand on her hips then with the aim and skill of an carry through devotee, impaled her with my erection. Irene yelped, slapped her workforce on the shower wall then pressed back on me ; I began fucking her.

She bowed her back, putting more pressing against my stomach while I rolled my back to screw her. Irene turned her head to depend up at me and flashed a small smile. I pushed up, deep and firm enough to lift her pes off the floor, her integral weight was hanging on my shaft, Irene gasped, closed her middle and moaned. She fumbled with the faucet to turn the water off, slipped off my boner then took my handwriting and pulled me from the exhibitioner to my way. At the bed she turned to me, took both my hand 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 divulge my bed.

I may have been surprised as blaze 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 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 kick or deplume out. If I was a retaliation 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 span of eld and never worried about getting knocked up so I wasn't concerned about her guard either. The personnel of life history swelled my peter, hardened my nuts then, when I couldn't hold on any longer, I warned her,"I'm cuming Irene, I'm gon na -- -- -- !"My sister grabbed my ass and held loaded as I shot a double-ball bang 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 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 mite of a smiling,"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 oculus turned serious,"Not certainly, I just didn't want to walk around today knowing that the last guy to fuck me is cheating on me. Having vernacular DNA didn't matter."

"I'm an parking brake fuck, ‘ wrench Zipper in Case of Emergency'?"

Her eyes twinkled,"You're complaining ? I thought hombre 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 min later I was dishing up scrambled testis and Francis Bacon for Irene, she was sipping Orange River succus. She was wearing my robe and again commiserating about Justin. That we had just fucked like hot new lovers wasn't part of the breakfast conversation,"Was I dreaming last nighttime or was Justin here ?"

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

Before Irene left for her own berth, she asked me what I was doing the eternal 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 course of instruction. I felt a petty daring so I wondered out meretricious if she was coming back for another sleeping room skirmish. She rolled her eyes, said"Don't you wish"then flipped me the finger as she walked out.

Later that day, while remembering the natural state have it away my sister put on me, I fixed up a piffling placard for her. When she came in about six that evening, Irene took one look at my groin and chirped a quick amused laugh. She put her fingers on the tag tied to my zip fastener that said ‘ Pull zip in font of Emergency ’, tugged it down and said,"This clip you have to get me off. ”