I came into my categorical and found my sister sitting at my electronic computer desk with earpiece on, a drink methamphetamine hydrochloride in manus and a bottle of Jim balance beam on the level next to her left leg. She looked downcast, sad, and half drunkard."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 young man cheated on you ?"

Irene splashed another guesswork in her ice, tipped it up and sucked it down in one swallow,"Yeah, the bitch lied about me, she said I was screwing mat, but I'm not, she lied and Justin screwed her for revenge on me."I grabbed another glass from the pot likker cabinet and handed it to my sister, she poured me a shot then I sat succeeding to her."I found out when Zina told me what they did. Justin took Marsha to that parking lot at addle-head Lake and screwed her in the car. According to Zina they did it three times. Three times in the car ? Doesn't that well-to-do slut know what bottom are for ?"

"How does Zina know ?"

"The piece of ass fancy woman told her, Zina said she was bragging how she finally got to sleep with Justin. She's been hitting on him the solid 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 gripe belong together."She was looking at me with tear filled oculus.

I felt sorry for Irene, she had been dating Justin for over two class, since they were elder in high shoal. She was glad, in erotic 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 all in family relationship with him. I poured another shot for me and her,"I'm sorry Irene, you want me to personify slam dance him for you, or her ? I wouldn't have a trouble doing it."

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

"movement you're my sis. If mortal does one of us wrong, we are all are affected. You told me that when hayrick beat the shit out of me, recollect, you wanted to tear his ass."

Irene smiled grimly,"I would take too, but I couldn't find dads gun. It really pain 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 smile and a quick glimpse of ‘ thank you'from her centre. She got off the desk chair 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 on my shoulder. I put a comforting arm around her berm as she began to cry. Irene sobbed her rue, using my shoulder as a hanky, 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"turn it off, talk to me."

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

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

"Why are you asking me ?"

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

At twenty-two years old I'd dated more than ten girls but that wasn't the issue,"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 signify ?"

"I mean I might have been with two girls at once a twain of times, they didn't think of it as cheating."

Irene pushed off my shoulder joint and stared at me for a few seconds,"Two at the like time ? You fucked two girls at the Lapp 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 month then I broke up with Gabi."

My sister got off the couch then went to the principal window and watched the traffic three floors below for a while, she was silent 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 shooter of whiskey in it. She put the looking glass to her lips and chugged it down then turned to me again,"I never did anything like that, did you sleep together Gabi ?"

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

"Did she love 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 rail line of questions was going but I didn't hold back. Irene was my sis ; I wasn't interviewing for a particular date where the accuracy might wrench her off."Love is a strong word Sis, I'm not sure I ever felt that way about any girl except Crissy, it tore me up when she dumped me, I would birth married her."

"Crissy was your outset girlfriend ; you were too young to get married."

"Maybe."

"Did you have sex with her ?"

"What the fuck, we playing Twenty enquiry ?"

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

I stood next to my sister at the window then for the adjacent 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 beginning aborted attempts to pass water a pass Crissy, I was afraid to because I thought she would slap the horseshit out of me or something. Actually, it was she who started the intimacies between us. We were necking like crazy one Nox and she took my right hand and pulled it over and pressed it against her titty. I didn't need any More mite or encouragement, from that import on I had my hands on all over her every time we got more than ten seconds alone. Irene smiled slightly, her oculus were amused,"She made a head at you ?"

"No, she took my hand and used it for me, on her. After that it was two Thomas More day of the month before we screwed."

"Were you Virgin ?"

"Is this part of the XX interrogative ?"

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

I went back to the couch and poured myself another shaft, 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 drunkenness 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 produce a determination, or even guess. Besides, it didn't matter. What mattered was the absolutely stick feeling of getting off with a girl. I got to tell 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 pocketbook,"What are you doing ?"

"I have to go ; I need some sleep."

"Irene, you sure as perdition don't demand to be driving right now, you're drunkard and depressed, not a good combination to be on the streets. You want me to involve you home ?"She evaluated my offering for a few mo then plopped her ass back to the sofa, fell over and started breathing through her opened mouth and drooling slightly. Irene had passed out, completely inebriate, completely exhausted from the trial by ordeal of breaking up. I swept her farsighted brown hair off her face then tried to rearrange her on the sofa 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 check on Irene and found her lying on her back, on the base, 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 panorama of tight, pink lace scanty. 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 courteous up-skirt view when I poked her with my toes,"Hey, don't you want to slumber on the sofa ?"

Irene threw and arm over her eyes 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 pocket-size woman, between 105 and 110 pounds, picking her up was like auditioning for a goof job. She was so hitch she kept slipping out of my hands and arms. After dropping her three times I managed to get my leftfield arm hooked under her knees and my right around her back. 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 the great unwashed. She threw her arms wide, stretched across the bed and grumbled more gibber.

I stood back and looked at my younger Sister. Twenty years old, 5'2, slender, but with a well-formed charwoman's physical structure. Her visible radiation dark-brown hair's-breadth was permed in long waves, form of old fashioned but attractive. If her eyes were open, they would give birth been hazel tree 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 make that call, so I didn't let it take my mind. I left her on the bed then went to sleep on the couch.

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

"I need to blab out to her."

"She's asleep, go home."

He stood house,"Come on Brett, I really need to babble out to her, waken 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 beggary. Man, I fucked up big time, and I have to try to make it right with Irene."

"cleaning woman usually don't forgive cheating so quick, but if you think you can convert her you're a undecomposed 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 luck to square things with my sister, she was really hurt, pretty pissed, and even Sir Thomas More drunk.

Justin went to the bedroom and I grabbed a looking glass of frigidity weewee and went back to the front line way then turned on the TV. After about ten minutes I got curious so I got up to see what the nether region was going on in my way. I couldn't imagine my sister sitting quiet while her adulterous boyfriend explained himself. I expected to hear yelling, I didn't. What I saw when I opened the door sent a flood of epinephrine directly to my blood, my mind froze, I reacted to what I saw. Justin had Irene on her cover, her knee joint bent over the edge of the mattress. She was still passed out. Her skirt was hiked up to her stomach, her rap panties 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 cervix and jerked him away from Irene. His prick pulled out of her when he fell to his ass. I kicked him in the rib and was set up to fuddle the cocksucker out the window but held back ; I couldn't kill him, that had unplayful consequences. I dragged him by an arm out of the room, to the door and shoved him into the stairwell, his pants were still around his ankles so he stumbled and fell three stride down before he caught himself. I slammed the threshold then leaned on it, calming down for a few moments. Once I got my breath under ascendance I went back to my baby. She was sitting on the bound of the bed, her elbows on her stifle, her straits 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 rummy and unconnected, she glanced around and found her panties on the bed then felt between her legs for a mess. She pulled the paw from under her doll, look at it, and asked"He screwed me ?"

I let Irene down, I should own been with Justin in the room, if for no other rationality than to keep them from fighting. I didn't, I sat in the figurehead room while the ex-boyfriend became a rapist. I sat side by side to my sis 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 articulatio coxae, with my legs over the boundary 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 shoulder joint. She was still grieving for her lost sexual love as I drifted to sleep.

I woke to the scent of coffee. My centre opened and the first affair I saw was a mug, held by my sister who looked like she'd spent the night in a tumble drier. Her oculus were bleeding, her hair a tangle of knots, and the cup shook slightly. She was wearing my terrycloth forenoon 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 stage, pinching my crackpot in congregation of jean. I grabbed my pants to set myself as Irene watched. I took the coffee tree, she left for the lavatory. As she walked from me in the shortsighted robe, I couldn't help but check out her nicely shaped stage.

I was changing from my day before clothes to a tonic set when I heard from the privy,"Brett, where in the hell is the haircloth conditioner ?"Wearing just a t shirt and briefs I went to find out what my sister was yelling about. I poked my head in the bathroom door so see Irene leaning character way out of the rain shower, she said"I need conditioner for my fuzz, I have to get the shampoo out, there isn't any here."Saying zippo to her I went to the small closet next to the cesspool and pulled out a bottleful of conditioner. I held it to her, she looked at it for a moment, then shifted her eye to my nerve. Her mouth curled up to a slight grin then she said"You do it."

"Do what ?"

"Rinse my tomentum 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 pilus ?"Irene stepped to one side then pulled the shower curtain surface for me. My infantry were cemented to the flooring as I stared at her nudity, I couldn't move them. My own younger sister just invited me to shower down with her ? What the fuck ? 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 woman in the rain shower so I stepped in, still wearing my shorts and shirt. When the water soaked the cloth, my underwear molded wetly to my body. Irene stepped back to the wall of the exhibitor and looked me up and down. The wet cloth 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 foreland in the flow of water then waited for me to use the conditioner. I looked her up and down, from the long, wet pilus to the little of her back, over the curve of her butt cheeks to her feet. The pee flowing over her made her hide shiny, slickness, vibrant. I peered over her articulatio humeri at her tits which were standing full and business firm, her mamilla looked long and swollen, miniature 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 peter started reacting to the inner situation. In less than a minute I had a fully matured erecting, it formed a large tent in the front of my briefs.

Irene put her hands on the wall of the stand and tilted her forefront back so I could work the application into her hair. I was still looking at her back, her ass and legs while my fingers were busy, my cock was like knave's beanstalk, it wouldn't quit growing and began to spite from the perpetual enlargement ; I felt so a great deal insistence I thought it would get apart at the seam. I took a hand off my sister's nous to line up my erection, but the clinging wet cloth wouldn't let me ease the strain. I pulled my shorts over my cock then shimmied my ass until they fell to my ankle. 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 cock waving complimentary, her optic moved up to mine and she bent her back, raised up on her toes then moved her rear end until I slipped between her thighs. I put both hands on her hips then with the aim and skill of an accomplished lover, impaled her with my erection. Irene yelped, slapped her helping hand on the shower wall then pressed back on me ; I began fucking her.

She bowed her back, putting Sir Thomas More pressure against my venter while I rolled my back to screw her. Irene turned her mind to look up at me and flashed a small grinning. I pushed up, deep and warm enough to lift her feet off the floor, her entire free weight was hanging on my cock, Irene gasped, closed her eyes and moaned. She fumbled with the faucet to rick the pee off, slipped off my boner then took my hand and pulled me from the shower to my way. At the bed she turned to me, took both my work force in hers then fell back, pulling me to her, between her spread stage. 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 hell wasn't going to refuse her. The stallion time we were bouncing on the bed I had nagging intellection 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 fate I would take 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 safe either. The strength of life sentence swelled my cock, hardened my bollock then, when I couldn't clutch on any longer, 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 blow 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 caustic remark,"I just did."She slapped my butt joint then pushed me over to lie beside her.

She rolled to her side facing me then said with a wind of a smiling,"I still have conditioner in my hair."

I wasn't concerned about her hair just then,"What the hell on earth happened, why did you do that ?"

Her eyes turned serious,"Not sure as shooting, I just didn't want to walk around today knowing that the cobbler's last guy to have sex me is cheating on me. Having common DNA didn't matter."

"I'm an emergency roll in the hay, ‘ Pull Zipper in pillowcase of parking brake'?"

Her eyes twinkled,"You're complaining ? I thought guy wire 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 land up 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 bollock and 1st Baron Verulam 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 percentage of the breakfast conversation,"Was I dreaming last Nox or was Justin here ?"

When I told her what happened, that I threw his naked ass out the room access she laughed brightly,"Good thing you got him before I woke up, if I had been sober, I would have sliced his egg open with a obtuse 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 make out over after her afternoon class. I felt a niggling daring so I wondered out garish if she was coming back for another bedroom confrontation. She rolled her eyes, said"Don't you wish"then flipped me the finger as she walked out.

Later that day, while remembering the wilderness make love my sis 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 laugh. She put her fingers on the tag tied to my zip fastener that said ‘ puff zip fastener in Case of pinch ’, tugged it down and said,"This time you have to get me off. ”