I came into my flatbed and found my sis sitting at my computer desk with phone on, a beverage glass in hired hand and a bottle of Jim Beam on the trading floor succeeding to her allow for leg. She looked downcast, sad, and half drunk."Hey Irene, what's up ?"I asked her.

She looked up at me, took the earphone 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 jibe in her shabu, 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 deoxyephedrine from the liquor cabinet and handed it to my sister, she poured me a guessing then I sat following 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 sentence. Three times in the car ? Doesn't that easy slut know what bottom are for ?"

"How does Zina know ?"

"The screwing fancy woman 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 have him forever. They deserve each other, bastards 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 seniors in high school. She was glad, in dear, and delighted when he started in two of the like college category with her ; they could be together forever. Now she was getting drunk, mourning her absolutely relationship with him. I poured another shooting for me and her,"I'm sorry Irene, you want me to personify barb him for you, or her ? I wouldn't have a problem doing it."

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

"causa you're my sis. If somebody does one of us wrong, we are all are affected. You told me that when Rick beat the prick out of me, remember, you wanted to fritter away his ass."

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

"well I'm glad you didn't, if you went to incarcerate it would be frightfully lonely around here."That brought her up to a small grinning and a fast glimpse of ‘ thank you'from her eyes. She got off the desk hot seat and moved to the sofa then invited me to sit with her. I sat next to her then she leaned to me, rested her head teacher on my shoulder joint. I put a comforting arm around her shoulders as she began to cry. Irene sobbed her sorrow, using my shoulder as a hanky, wiping her watery eye and dripping nose on my shirt. I turned on the TV then flipped through several communication channel of crap before Irene said"good turn 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 forefront back to wait at me,"Why do bozo do that ? Why do they chouse on their girlfriends or wife ?"

"Why are you asking me ?"

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

At .22 eld old I'd dated more than ten girls but that wasn't the issue,"No, I don't think so."

"What do you imply, 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 have in mind ?"

"I mean I might accept been with two daughter at once a dyad of times, they didn't think of it as cheating."

Irene pushed off my berm and stared at me for a few seconds,"Two at the Saame meter ? You fucked two girls at the same prison term ?"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 month then I broke up with Gabi."

My Sister got off the lounge then went to the main window and watched the traffic three flooring below for a while, she was silent and I left her alone. Without saying anything she held her arm back, holding the void ice to me. I took that as a tip and slopped another shot of whisky 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 have it off Gabi ?"

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

"Did she love you ?"

"She never said so, why ?"

"How about your other girl, were you in lovemaking with any of them ?"

I wasn't sure where the descent of interrogative was going but I didn't hold back. Irene was my babe ; I wasn't interviewing for a particular date where the truth might plow her off."Love is a strong word Sis, I'm not sure enough I ever felt that way about any daughter except Crissy, it tore me up when she dumped me, I would have married her."

"Crissy was your inaugural girlfriend ; you were too unseasoned to get married."

"Maybe."

"Did you have sex with her ?"

"What the shag, we playing twenty inquiry ?"

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

I stood next to my babe at the window then for the next few minutes I told her about my family relationship with Crissy. I was XV when we started dating, seventeen when she broke it off. I told Irene about the first aborted endeavor to make a passing play 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 amour between us. We were necking like demented one Night and she took my decently hand and pulled it over and pressed it against her titty. 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 minute alone. Irene smiled slightly, her eyes were amused,"She made a whirl at you ?"

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

"Were you virgin ?"

"Is this part of the 20 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 lilliputian 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 pudding head to defecate a determination, or even guess. Besides, it didn't matter. What mattered was the absolutely amazing flavour of getting off with a girl. I got to severalize you ; my 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 want to be driving right now, you're sot and depressed, not a good combination to be on the streets. You want me to study you home ?"She evaluated my offer for a few seconds then plopped her ass back to the couch, fell over and started breathing through her surface backtalk and drooling slightly. Irene had passed out, completely drunk, completely exhausted from the ordeal of breaking up. I swept her long browned haircloth off her look then tried to rearrange her on the redact cushions 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 front room to ensure on Irene and found her lying on her back, on the floor, in front of the sofa. Her left over leg was still on the cushion so her chick had slid up her thigh, giving me a full-on panorama of tight, pink lace step-in. Believe it or not, she looked more comfy on the floor than when she was on the lounge, but I couldn't leave her there. I tried to ignore the prissy up-skirt view when I poked her with my toes,"Hey, don't you want to log Z's on the sofa ?"

Irene threw and arm over her center and mumbled something incoherent then pulled her leg off the piece of 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 baby. Even though she is a small cleaning lady, between 105 and 110 pounds, picking her up was like auditioning for a clown around job. She was so limp she kept slipping out of my hands and arms. After dropping her three times I managed to get my entrust arm hooked under her knees and my right around her backbone. I was holding a tit for a amend grip as I carried her to my bed. I flopped her down, relieved to let go of the boneless raft. She threw her sleeve panoptic, stretched across the bed and grumbled more gibber.

I stood back and looked at my young baby. Twenty years old, 5'2, slender, but with a well-formed charwoman's body. Her light brownness hair was permed in long waving, kind of old fashioned but attractive. If her eyes were open, they would own been hazel trending to green. I couldn't decide if she was cute, pretty, lovely or beautiful. But, as her brother, it's not my place to make 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 morning when a loud knocking on my door woke me up. I stumbled through a daze 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 bed.

"Yeah, what the fuck 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, rouse her up."

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

"Let me try, I'm begging. Man, I fucked up big time, and I have to try to take a leak it right with Irene."

"cleaning woman usually don't forgive cheating so speedy, but if you think you can convince her you're a upright 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 Sir Thomas More rummy.

Justin went to the sleeping room and I grabbed a glass of cold water and went back to the movement 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 quiet while her two-timing boyfriend explained himself. I expected to hear shouting, I didn't. What I saw when I opened the door sent a outpouring of adrenaline directly to my bloodline, my idea froze, I reacted to what I saw. Justin had Irene on her rachis, her knees set over the border of the mattress. She was still passed out. Her doll was hiked up to her stomach, her tap 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 cock pulled out of her when he fell to his ass. I kicked him in the ribs and was set up to throw the cocksucker out the windowpane but held back ; I couldn't kill him, that had serious consequences. I dragged him by an arm out of the room, to the threshold and shoved him into the stairwell, his pant were still around his mortise joint so he stumbled and fell three steps down before he caught himself. I slammed the room access then leaned on it, calming down for a few moments. Once I got my breathing time under control I went back to my sister. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her elbows on her knee joint, her head in her manpower. 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 confused, she glanced around and found her panties on the bed then felt between her pegleg 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 ingest been with Justin in the room, if for no other reason than to keep them from fighting. I didn't, I sat in the movement way while the ex-boyfriend became a raper. I sat adjacent 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 rosehip, with my leg over the edge of the bed. I kicked off my skid 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 shoulder joint. She was still grieving for her lost dear as I drifted to catch some Z's.

I woke to the fragrance of coffee. My eyes opened and the kickoff matter I saw was a mug, held by my sis who looked like she'd spent the Nox in a cotton on dryer. Her eyes were bleeding, her hair a snarl of slub, and the cup shook slightly. She was wearing my terry cloth sunrise robe."Take this,"she said,"I have to take a shower."I was still fully dressed so when I sat up my pants bunched up between my legs, pinching my nuts in folds of blue jean. I grabbed my pants to adjust myself as Irene watched. I took the coffee, she left for the toilet. As she walked from me in the short robe, I couldn't help but hold out her nicely shaped leg.

I was changing from my day before dress to a fresh set when I heard from the privy,"Brett, where in the infernal region is the hair conditioner ?"wearing just a t shirt and briefs I went to come up out what my Sister was yelling about. I poked my head in the bathroom door so see Irene leaning role way out of the shower, she said"I need conditioner for my hairsbreadth, I have to get the shampoo out, there isn't any here."Saying aught to her I went to the small-scale closet next to the sink and pulled out a feeding bottle of conditioner. I held it to her, she looked at it for a moment, then shifted her eyes to my face. Her mouth 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 position then pulled the shower curtain exposed for me. My feet were cemented to the floor as I stared at her nakedness, I couldn't travel them. My own younger sister just invited me to shower with her ? What the shtup ? She watched my chemical reaction, her heart glinted with fun,"Hurry up, or I'll have to shampoo again."

My idea blanked out my family relationship to the woman in the shower so I stepped in, still wearing my shorts and shirt. When the pee soaked the material, my underwear molded wetly to my body. Irene stepped back to the wall of the exhibitioner and looked me up and down. The wet material clung to, and highlighted the sinew of my chest, and the anatomy of my prick. Satisfied with what she saw she turned away, dipped her head in the stream of pee then waited for me to use the conditioner. I looked her up and down, from the farseeing, wet hair to the small of her spinal column, over the curve of her butt cheeks to her metrical unit. The water supply flowing over her made her skin shiny, slick magazine, vibrant. I peered over her shoulder at her tits which were standing entire and house, her teat looked farsighted and swollen, toy waterfalls were falling from them. I poured a large dollop from the bottle to the top of her head then began to rub down it into her scalp as my prick started reacting to the intimate spot. In to a lesser extent than a minute I had a fully matured erection, it formed a large tent in the front of my briefs.

Irene put her bridge player on the wall of the stalling and tilted her headland back so I could turn the lotion into her hair. I was still looking at her back, her ass and legs while my fingerbreadth were busy, my cock was like Jack's beanstalk, it wouldn't quit growing and began to hurt from the never-ending elaboration ; I felt so much force per unit area I thought it would get apart at the line. I took a hand off my Sister's head to align my erection, but the clinging wet textile wouldn't let me ease the strain. I pulled my drawers over my cock then shimmied my ass until they fell to my ankles. My unconstrained prick stuck straight person and hard, 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 cigarette until I slipped between her thighs. I put both hired hand on her hips then with the aim and skill of an accomplished buff, impaled her with my erection. Irene yelped, slapped her bridge player on the exhibitioner wall then pressed back on me ; I began fucking her.

She bowed her back, putting more pressure against my stomach while I rolled my back to screw her. Irene turned her drumhead to take care up at me and flashed a small smile. I pushed up, deep and solid enough to nobble her feet off the trading floor, her total weight was hanging on my cock, Irene gasped, closed her eyes and moaned. She fumbled with the faucet to turn the water off, slipped off my flub then took my hand and pulled me from the rain shower to my room. 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 bump my bed.

I may have been surprised as hellhole at what Irene had done, that she instigated sex with me, but I sure as infernal region wasn't going to refuse her. The entire clock 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 sound off or pull out. If I was a revenge fuck, oh well, I thought, that was a fortune 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 old age and never worried about getting knocked up so I wasn't concerned about her guard either. The forcefulness of life swelled my dick, hardened my en then, when I couldn't clasp on any farsighted, 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 blast 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 caustic remark,"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 hair just then,"What the netherworld happened, why did you do that ?"

Her heart turned serious,"Not trusted, I just didn't want to walk around today knowing that the finally guy to have sex me is cheating on me. Having common DNA didn't matter."

"I'm an emergency fuck, ‘ Pull 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 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.

20 minutes 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 lovers wasn't theatrical role of the breakfast conversation,"Was I dreaming last dark or was Justin here ?"

When I told her what happened, that I threw his raw ass out the threshold she laughed brightly,"Good thing you got him before I woke up, if I had been sober, I would induce sliced his addict open with a damp kitchen knife. 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 arrive over after her good afternoon class. I felt a slight daring so I wondered out loud if she was coming back for another bedroom 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 wild 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 feel at my groin and chirped a quick amused laugh. She put her fingers on the tag tied to my zipper that said ‘ Pull Zipper in pillowcase of pinch ’, tugged it down and said,"This clip you have to get me off. ”