I was twenty dollar bill years old and animation at rest home with my parents. My baby ( Kelly ) who is three geezerhood old, left home and got married ( to Eddie ) at just XVII. Kelly had a gorgeous niggling fille called Amy. I often visited my sister on a Sabbatum afternoon to see my niece, sometimes I 'd choose her to the park. Occasionally I would babysit for Kelly so they could both go out for the night. I got on well with my brother-in-law ; we shared an pursuit in weight breeding and motorbikes.

I never got on well with my sister when she lived at menage ; we fought like CT and dogs. Though I was immature and smaller, being a boy, I was firm and always beat her in a fight. I always believed the main reasonableness my sis left home and got married so young was to get away from me. I accused her of being our parents favourite because she was older and a little girl. She could do no incorrect, especially in our Father 's oculus. If something got broken or went missing, Weary Willie would find fault me. Our parents would always believe her, regardless of whether I did it or not. I hated my babe so often I refused to attend her wedding, much to the anger of our parents.

I never understood why my bitch of a baby was so pop with boys when we were growing up. From the age of football team or twelve, Kelly was never without a boyfriend or an friend knocking at our door asking to see her. The boy were usually a couple of long time elderly. Eddie was her first-ever boyfriend. Strangely she met up with him again after leaving school at just sixteen to go and sour in a laundry. At xvii, Kelly told our parents she was getting married to Eddie and leaving home. Our Fatherhood flew into a rage stating she was too Danton True Young and could n't conjoin until she was eighteen without their permission. Our mother managed to calm dad down, saying he risked losing her if he insisted she could n't. In another six month 's she would turn XVIII and would n't necessitate permission anyway.

I would n't describe my sister as the prettiest of girls in the looks department, but maybe that 's because a boy is n't supposed to fancy his sister. However, Kelly was a very early developer and always did have a very prissy torso, which I suspect is what made her so popular with boys. I remember when I was just nine or ten, I walked in on my sister taking a bathing tub and got a right look at her declamatory knocker. Princess Grace of Monaco screamed at me to get out, and shortly after, dad fitted a lock to the lavatory room access at our mother 's press. After that, I would pull my way into Kelly 's chamber at every chance to try and catch her raw or partly dressed. My sister always took pride in her appearance and nearly always wore pleated dame and silky blouses or jolly dresses. She was the lone girl in school day that wore a white satin blouse as section of her uniform. This might fathom strange, but I was always envious of the courteous clothes she wore, especially her shiny satin blouses. I especially think, Kelly was 12 ( almost 13 ) and had just started senior schooling ; mum bought Princess Grace of Monaco her first satin waist-slip with pretty lace around the hem, to put on under her school doll. My baby once caught me masturbating in the bathroom after taking her white satin school blouse and waist-slip out of the laundry field goal to try on. I often wished I had been her niggling sister so I could have worn her cast-offs. Perhaps if we had been sister 's we would hold been much closer when growing up.

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This particular and memorable Saturday afternoon, I visited my babe like I often did. I rang the bell and was surprised by the f number at which Kelly answered. Almost as if she had been standing there waiting for me. I was more surprised when the door opened and saw my sister dressed in a very slinky and clingy black satin full-slip. It had pretty escallop lace trim around the female chest and hem and delicate slim shoelace straps. I gasped with delight as I looked Kelly up and down and admired her lovely satin slip. I prayed that Grace Kelly had n't noticed my reaction. I was somewhat lighten when she just turned away and picked up a paintbrush, then started painting the hallway.

'' Oh ! ... That 's why you answered so quickly, '' I said as I entered, watching her as she continued painting dressed in only her cover girl black satin full-slip.

'' Amy is n't here, '' she replied. `` Eddie has taken her to visit his mum for a few minute. They have n't been gone long, so wo n't be back for some time yet. ``

At that moment, I could n't believe how sexy my sister looked. Confused thoughts ran through my drumhead as I watched Emmett Kelly intensely. I loved the way the slinky material of her satin-slip rippled when she moved and the way it shimmered as it caught the lighter polishing in through the window. I was becoming aroused and having inappropriate thoughts about my babe. With each mo that passed, I became more conjure up and the more attractive she looked to me. Her long brownness hair cascaded down her back ; her ample breasts filled the cups of her silky-slip ; her nipple pressed against the slinky fabric ; the schema of her panties showing underneath as the clingy eluding caressed every curve of her shapely torso. I was aware my breathing grew heavier as I became more elicit. I tried to rest sedate so as not to draw tending to myself.

'' Why are you painting dressed like that ? '' I asked.

'' I did n't require to ruin my clothes, '' replied Kelly.

'' But you will deflower your lovely slip, '' I told her. She glanced across at me and chuckled.

'' What this old thing ? ... It 's just a slip. I 've got plenty more, '' she said.

Her words, `` I 've got plenty more, '' echoed in my nous. I was excited about babysitting for Emmett Kelly again. The first gear chance I got, I knew I would be sneaking into my sister 's bedroom to await through her clothes, to admire those cover girl slips.

'' It 's not just a faux pas, it 's satin and it 's lovely, '' I told my sister.

She laughed. `` Are you feeling okay ? ... So you like my slip do you ? ... As I said, it 's old and I 've got others, some much nicer than this one, '' said Kelly, amused by my behaviour.

'' It may be old, but it 's much too courteous to ruin by getting paint on it, '' I insisted. `` And you look gorgeous in it too. '' Kelly looked at me in disbelief at what she was hearing.

'' Have you been taking drugs or something ? ... Since when did you ever say anything nice to me ? '' she asked.

'' That 's because I 've never seen you in just your gaucherie before, '' I replied. Kelly paused from her painting momentarily to think.

She looked down at her satin-slip, then asked, `` So what is your fascination with satin ? ... I never understood why you liked it so much. It 's just a firearm of material. ``

'' Just a musical composition of stuff ? ... It 's so much more than than that. It 's so elegant and sensual, the way it ripples as you move and the way it shimmers in the light. There is nothing so attractive as a char wearing satin. It can even transform a plain-Jane, that nonentity would normally see twice at into a stunningly aphrodisiac adult female that citizenry ca n't take their eyes off, '' I said. Grace Patricia Kelly listened to me with extreme interest and skepticism at my comments.

She laughed. `` Wow ! ... listen to you, Mr philosopher. There 's more to you than meets the eye, '' said Kelly sarcastically.

'' Okay then ! You said you got mass more, so tell me why you wear satin-slips ? '' I asked.

'' Because they stop static electricity building up and hold on my apparel or skirt clinging to my leg, and they can also stop some clothes making you itch, '' she replied very unconvincingly.

'' If that 's the case, why do they have to be so aphrodisiacal, with all that moderately lace trimness ? ... And what about camisole and teddy bear and French knickers ? ... Why do they all have to be so pretty when they are underneath a woman 's outer dress ? No one gets to see them anyway. And why are they made from silk and satin and lacing ? ... And why is it only women that get to wear upon gracious silky underwear when a man 's underwear is so tedious, boring and practical ? ... ``

'' I do n't know. I had n't thought about it. I ca n't answer that ! '' replied my Sister. ``

So what about your knee pants ? ... Are they satin too ? '' I asked my sister.

'' Yes, my bloomers are satin. All my underwear is silk or satin. I ca n't trust we are having this conversation. Why am I standing here with my brother talking about lingerie and my option of underwear ? '' said Kelly.

'' I 'm just interested in why you wear satin underwear when you do n't wear upon satin blouses anymore ? I 've not seen you wear a satin blouse since you left school, '' I asked.

'' I suppose most women wear satin lingerie because it feels nice next to their skin and makes them feel sexy and womanly, '' said Eugene Curran Kelly rather meekly and embarrassed. `` And for your info, I do still have various satin blouses and a couple of satin dress too, but they are too dressy, so I only wear them on special social occasion. ``

'' Ah-huh ! ... I knew it ; you wear satin because it feels overnice. You admit satin tone skillful and makes you palpate sexy, '' I said.

'' Yes ... Yes it does, '' replied Grace Patricia Kelly, as she picked up her paintbrush and keep on with her painting.

'' So do you palpate sexy now wearing that lovely satin-slip ? ... And would you normally give the front door in just your slip ? '' I asked curiously.

'' I guessed it was you. You normally come round on a Saturday good afternoon, '' replied Kelly.

'' You would have had a huge seismic disturbance if it had been some alien at the threshold. Or maybe that would consume given you a charge, eh ? '' I suggested.

'' Do n't be daft, '' said Kelly, blushing.



As I stood watching my sister painting in her lovely black satin-slip, I grew more aroused. My cock was getting tough with incestuous idea running amok in my promontory. I moved closer behind Kelly, placing my hands on my sister 's flyspeck waist, caressing that endearing ignominious satin material.

'' What are you doing ? '' asked my sister.

'' I just want to see what it feels like, '' I replied.

'' What ? '' she asked.

'' I was just wondering what your slip tactile property like, '' I said, as I continued to rub my script up and down her slinky satin-slip. I was somewhat surprised that Grace Patricia Kelly did n't try and stop me or object. I moved to her side so I could watch her as I moved my right hand down over her bum and stroked the endearing satin-slip, feeling it slide effortlessly over her silky satin knee pants. My left deal slid up and down her breadbasket with my thumb just brushing the underside of her shapely and unbendable breast. My sister stood motionless, looking me in the eye, biting her bottom lip, her right arm outstretched with the paintbrush touching the bulwark but not moving.

'' So you did n't serve my question, '' I said.

'' What interrogative sentence ? '' asked Gene Kelly with a thin quiver in her voice.

'' Do you sense sexy now, wearing that lovely silky slip ? ``

Kelly looked me straight in the eyes. Without even blinking, she answered, `` Yes, I do. ``

'' I love the way your slickness flavour over your satin knickers, '' I told my sister as I continued to feel her buttocks. `` Think how nice a satin blouse or a satin attire would be over the top of your chemise, satin upon satin. You would feel the level of satin sliding over each other as you moved.

Imagine the admiring looks you would get from people if you wore a satin attire to go grocery shopping, '' I said. Kelly laughed at the theme. `` I 'm serious. You have no estimate how very much attention you would pull from men and other women. You should weary satin every day, even if just a simple shirt-style satin blouse with a yoke of jean jeans. Maybe a pencil dame with a farsighted prick at the rear, with your satin-slip showing underneath as you walk along the road. '' Kelly chuckled once more.

'' Are you serious ? .... Are you telling me you notice such affair as a woman 's slip under her skirt when she walks ? '' asked Kelly.

'' Hey sis, I can spot a woman wearing satin from half a Admiralty mile away, even if it 's just the shoe collar of her blouse peeking from beneath her coat. It drives me loony. Honestly ! '' I told her seriously.

As I continued to fondle my Sister 's buttocks with my right field hand, I moved my left hired man higher over her breast, gently brushing over her nipples as I did so. Kelly took a deep breath as my mitt glided over her boob and brushed her sensitive nipple. She closed her centre and tilted her header back slightly, letting out a gentle suspiration as I continued to feel her knocker through her satin-slip. I cupped my hired hand over each tit in turn and gave it a gentle power play. My sister 's mammilla were amaze, perfectly formed and very house, despite having given nascence to Amy. Kelly made no attempt to stop me playing with her tits, the pleasure she was getting from it was obvious. Her tit grew hard and protruded further out through the flimsy slinky textile of her satin-slip. I pinched each mammilla through her slip and gave it a tweak. I moved back around behind her, fondling my sister 's breasts with one mitt, whilst sliding the former hand down her body and between her legs. My right hand continued to squeeze and fondle Kelly 's nipple whilst my left hand cupped her pussy. I rubbed my left handwriting up and down Princess Grace of Monaco 's slick moorage between her legs, feeling the satin-slip sliding board over her satin panties. Princess Grace of Monaco dropped the paintbrush. Her soundbox went limp like a rag-doll, her pegleg buckling beneath her. If I had n't held her up, she would have collapsed onto the storey. Grace Kelly made audible moans of pleasance as I tweaked her pap and rubbed her eluding over her twat. The pleasance she was getting was obvious and she made no attempt to stop me. I was determined to see how far Kelly would let me go before stopping me or saying no.

'' You said Eddie would n't be back for a spell ? '' I asked.

'' Not for ... at to the lowest degree ... two ... maybe ... three minute, '' replied Eugene Curran Kelly, panting with deep breathes.

I picked up my sister 's limp body in my arms and carried her into the lounge, placing her on the sofa on her backrest. As she lay there looking more attractive than ever in that endearing sinister satin pillowcase, Kelly surprised me by pulling her slip up around her waist to expose her hopeful red satin panties, as if she was inviting me to explore.

'' Oh wow ! ... '' I exclaimed.

I noticed a small damp mend and could make out the slit of my sister 's pussy through the tight silky material. I spread my baby 's stage all-inclusive apart and knelt on the base in-between. I placed the tip of my index finger on my sister 's silky easy satin knickers and rubbed it up and down her puss. Kelly immediately shut her eyes and let out a mollify groan, taking deep breaths. Her breasts were heaving. Watching my sister as I stimulated her kitty-cat turned me on. The tight satin material felt great against my boldness as I rubbed my boldness over my sis 's balmy silky step-in. I pushed my poke into the deaden fleck and rubbed it up and down her twat slit. The pungent smell hit me like a slap in the face, but being aroused at what I was doing to my baby, I did n't care.

'' Oh, have intercourse ! .... I ca n't think this is happening, '' moaned Kelly.

I could n't believe it was happening either, but until my sister said no or tried to stop me, I was n't about to stop. Kelly was writhing on the lounge, squeezing her own titmouse through her satin slip. I hooked two fingers under Kelly 's satin panties and pulled them to one English. I was somewhat surprised that my babe was completely shaven and admired her moist pussy scratch. It was n't at all how I expected it to look. A friend told me he did n't like going down on his girlfriend. He said it looked like a bomb had gone off down there. I remember thinking to myself, `` What a crude de***********ion ! '' Having seen pictures in magazines, I understood what he meant. In comparison, my sister 's pussy was one of the dainty I had seen. Having sucked my fingerbreadth to wet them, I explored my babe 's pussy more closely.

I buried my grimace between her leg and pushed my tongue as deep as I could into my babe 's snatch, licking and sucking as vigorously as I could. I flicked Kelly 's button with my tongue, sucking it firmly, making her shrieking with pleasure, her entirely body writhing about and shuddering as she orgasmed.

I was so arouse my rooster was rock hard and twitching in my drawers. I just had to relieve myself somehow. Either my sister would sustain to let me fuck her, or I was about to rape her. I pushed off my shoes, then stood up and quickly removed my jean and gasp whilst Kelly just lay back on the lounge and watched with a shocked smell on her face. I stood there momentarily in just my shirt, with my eight-inch erection, waiting for some gleaming of response from my sister. Kelly stared at my putz with a slightly worried look, knowing what was about to happen. Unsure if she should try or even wanted to arrest me. I reached down and removed those gorgeous undimmed red satin panties Kelly was wearing, then lifted them to my face to sniff them. After discarding the pantie, I grabbed Gene Kelly by her ankles and pulled her onto the couch floor onto her back. Kelly hit the floor with a thump, banging her head.

'' Ouch ! ... Careful ! '' cried Weary Willie, rubbing the back of her head.

I knelt on the story and spread her pegleg open, placing them over my shoulder joint, pushing all my body weight down onto her. My vertical cock found the opening of my sister 's sopping wet cunt without any pauperization to guide on it into position. Within seconds I was buried deep within my own babe 's pussy and thrusting my cock in and out as hard and as fast as I could, giving it the pounding of her life. My alone retainer at that moment was for my own selfish pleasance. I could n't have cared lupus erythematosus if I hurt my sis or not, as I pounded her twat with all my might. I began to sweat heavily. My shirt clung to my damp body ; dribble fell from my forehead onto my sister 's face as I looked down on her. I pumped my cock in and out continuously, watching her bosom bounce back and forth under that rippling black satin slip. Princess Grace of Monaco screamed with each inward stroke of my cock. Her face contorted as if in pain.

'' Do n't cum inside me ! ... Do n't cum inside me ! ... Please do n't cum inside me ! '' she begged, over and over.

I ignored my babe 's supplication. I had no intention of withdrawing from my baby 's pussy until I had discharged my encumbrance of cum. Suddenly, my whole soundbox shook. An intense feeling I can only name as a-mild-electric-shock ran through my hips and thighs. I grunted and pushed my turncock deep inside my babe 's bitch, as I ejaculated inside of her, filling her womb with my fertile sperm.

As I got dressed, Gene Kelly lay on the floor in the waiting area and started to cry. `` Oh my God ! ... Oh my God ! ... Oh my God ! '' she said over and over. `` What the nether region have we done ? ``

A sudden rush of guilt hit me. I felt totally ashamed of myself. I sat down on the sofa and stared at my babe, still crying on the level. I started to tremble uncontrollably. scare was setting in at the realisation of what I had just done. Neither of us spoke for what seemed like an eternity. After probably just a few instant, my sister got up off the floor.

'' I 'm going for a bathroom, '' she said in a soft, hardly hearable spirit. I sat there gathering my thoughts, trying to fathom what had just happened and why ? After about 30 hour, my sister reappeared dressed in jogging drawers and a baggy sweatshirt. She had made us both coffee and handed me a mug.

'' Thanks ! '' I said, watching her as she sat down opposite in an armchair. She sat staring at the floor, avoiding any eye contact with me. Nothing was said as I sat drinking my coffee. I kept looking at my sis, wanting to do or say something to put things right, but she remained staring at the storey the completely time, deep in thought, avoiding any eye contact.

Eddie was due back with Amy soon. I did n't need to be around when they arrived home. I stood up and said auf wiedersehen to my babe, but she did n't reply. Her red satin panties were still on the waiting area floor exactly where I had discarded them. Imagine Eddie arriving abode with Amy, walking into the lounge, seeing Kelly 's red satin scanty on the flooring in the middle of the room. Why ? ... How would she explain that ? ... I picked them up, watching my sister. She did n't move or conduct any observance as if she were in a trance. I put the red satin pantie in my pocket and left the elbow room.

I went upstairs to the bathroom before I left to use the potty. My babe 's pin-up blackamoor satin-slip was lying on the bathroom floor next to the bath. I picked it up and looked at it, holding it up to my grimace and smelling it. I could smell my babe 's fragrance on her adorable slip. I folded it neatly into a diminished big money and took it with me.

As I exited the bathroom, I stood at the top of the stairs looking towards my babe 's bedchamber. My thoughts momentarily drifted to those satin-slips Gene Kelly had admitted to owning, and the satin blouses and dresses too. Did I dare take a quick peek through her wardrobe ? As I pondered whether I would get caught, the world of what I had just done with my sister dawned on me. The immense feelings of shame and guilty conscience came flooding back.

I went back downstairs to the waiting area. Kelly was still sitting staring at the trading floor, her coffee which was now moth-eaten, still in her handwriting, not having moved an inch.

'' I 'm going now, '' I told my Sister. She did n't reply .