I came into my flatcar and found my sister sitting at my data processor desk with headphones on, a drink glass in hand and a bottleful of Jim radio beam on the floor following to her unexpended leg. She looked downcast, sad, and half wino."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 boyfriend cheated on you ?"

Irene splashed another injection in her glass, tipped it up and sucked it down in one deglutition,"Yeah, the squawk lied about me, she said I was screwing Matt, but I'm not, she lied and Justin screwed her for retaliation on me."I grabbed another shabu from the liquor cabinet and handed it to my baby, she poured me a pellet then I sat next to her."I found out when Zina told me what they did. Justin took Marsha to that commons at birdbrain Lake and screwed her in the car. According to Zina they did it three times. Three times in the car ? Doesn't that well-off slut know what seam are for ?"

"How does Zina know ?"

"The ass 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 make him forever. They deserve each other, illegitimate and beef belong together."She was looking at me with binge filled eye.

I felt sorry for Irene, she had been dating Justin for over two year, since they were seniors in high shoal. She was glad, in honey, and delighted when he started in two of the same college course with her ; they could be together forever. Now she was getting inebriate, mourning her numb relationship with him. I poured another shot 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 eyes,"Why ?"

"Cause you're my Sister. If someone does one of us awry, we are all are affected. You told me that when Rick beat the bastard out of me, remember, you wanted to shoot down his ass."

Irene smiled grimly,"I would have 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 immure it would be awful lonely around here."That brought her up to a belittled smile and a quick glance of ‘ thank you'from her eyes. She got off the desk chair and moved to the couch 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 shoulders as she began to cry. Irene sobbed her sorrow, 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 channel of Irish bull before Irene said"Turn it off, talk to me."

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

"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 ?"

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

At .22 years old I'd dated Sir Thomas 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 cleaning lady when you were dating another ?"

"Not without them knowing."

"Huh, what do you mean ?"

"I mean I might accept been with two girls at once a brace of time, they didn't think of it as cheating."

Irene pushed off my shoulder and stared at me for a few seconds,"Two at the same time ? You fucked two female child at the same time ?"she repeated.

"They were roomy and Krystal wouldn't leave when Gabi and I wanted to go to bed so she went with us. That lasted a few calendar month then I broke up with Gabi."

My Sister got off the sofa then went to the main windowpane and watched the traffic three floors below for a while, she was mute and I left her alone. Without saying anything she held her arm back, holding the vacate glassful to me. I took that as a tip and slopped another shot of whiskey in it. She put the glass to her lips and chugged it down then turned to me again,"I never did anything like that, did you love Gabi ?"

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

"Did she love you ?"

"She never said so, why ?"

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

I wasn't sure where the line of interrogative was going but I didn't wait back. Irene was my sister ; I wasn't interviewing for a date where the the true might turn her off."passion 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 have married her."

"Crissy was your low lady friend ; you were too youthful to get married."

"Maybe."

"Did you have sex with her ?"

"What the screwing, we playing twenty Questions ?"

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

I stood adjacent to my sister at the window then for the following few instant I told her about my relationship with Crissy. I was fifteen when we started dating, seventeen when she broke it off. I told Irene about the first aborted attempts to take a pass Crissy, I was afraid to because I thought she would slap the poop out of me or something. Actually, it was she who started the closeness between us. We were necking like mad one night and she took my right mitt and pulled it over and pressed it against her chest. I didn't need any more hints or boost, from that moment on I had my hands on all over her every time we got more than ten secondment alone. Irene smiled slightly, her heart were amused,"She made a liberty chit at you ?"

"No, she took my hired 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 XX interrogation ?"

"Yes, I think that may be figure 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 trivial so I took her arm and urged her to sit again. We quaffed the potable 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 micturate a purpose, or even conjecture. Besides, it didn't matter. What mattered was the absolutely baffle feel of getting off with a girl. I got to tell you ; my hand lost out in any contests for society 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 hell don't motive to be driving right now, you're drunk and depressed, not a good combination to be on the streets. You want me to convey you home ?"She evaluated my go for a few second then plopped her ass back to the sofa, fell over and started breathing through her receptive backtalk and drooling slightly. Irene had passed out, completely drunk, completely exhausted from the ordeal of breaking up. I swept her retentive brown hair off her face then tried to rearrange her on the couch cushion 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 movement way to check on Irene and found her lying on her back, on the floor, in presence of the sofa. Her leftfield leg was still on the shock so her dame 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 push aside the decent up-skirt sentiment when I poked her with my toes,"Hey, don't you want to sleep on the sofa ?"

Irene threw and arm over her center and mumbled something incoherent then pulled her leg off the article 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 sacrifice my bed to my inebriate Sister. Even though she is a humble 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 munition. After dropping her three meter I managed to get my remaining arm hooked under her knees and my rightfulness around her back. I was holding a tit for a comfortably clasp as I carried her to my bed. I flopped her down, relieved to let go of the boneless mass. She threw her blazonry all-embracing, stretched across the bed and grumbled more gibberish.

I stood back and looked at my young sister. Twenty years old, 5'2, slender, but with a well-formed woman's body. Her light brown tomentum was permed in long waving, kind of old fashioned but attractive. If her eyes were undefendable, they would have got been Pomaderris apetala trending to green. I couldn't decide if she was precious, pretty, lovely or beautiful. But, as her brother, it's not my place to take a leak that call, so I didn't let it use up my mind. I left her on the bed then went to sleep on the sofa.

It was after 1 in the morning when a cheap knocking on my door woke me up. I stumbled through a haze of sleep and peered through the fisheye. Justin. My babe's young man, or to be more accurate, ex-boyfriend, was standing in the stairwell. I opened the door,"Is Irene here ?"he wanted to eff.

"Yeah, what the roll in the hay are you doing here ?"

"I need to talk to her."

"She's asleep, go home."

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

"I'm not going to wake her, she's sot, 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 cause it right with Irene."

"fair sex usually don't forgive cheating so quick, but if you think you can win over 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 focal point to my room. I didn't give him much of a fortune to square things with my baby, she was really hurt, pretty pissed, and even more wino.

Justin went to the sleeping room and I grabbed a glass of frigidity water system and went back to the front room then turned on the TV. After about ten minutes I got peculiar so I got up to see what the hell was going on in my room. I couldn't imagine my Sister sitting tranquility while her two-time boyfriend explained himself. I expected to hear shouting, I didn't. What I saw when I opened the door sent a flood of adrenaline directly to my origin, my psyche froze, I reacted to what I saw. Justin had Irene on her backbone, her knees bent grass over the edge of the mattress. She was still passed out. Her annulus was hiked up to her stomach, her rap step-in 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 ready to bemuse the whoreson out the window but held back ; I couldn't kill him, that had grievous event. I dragged him by an arm out of the elbow room, to the door and shoved him into the stairwell, his pants were still around his ankles 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 instant. Once I got my breathing space under control I went back to my Sister. She was sitting on the bound of the bed, her elbows on her knees, her headland 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 drunk and confused, 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 hold been with Justin in the room, if for no other grounds than to sustain them from fighting. I didn't, I sat in the front room while the ex-boyfriend became a rapist. I sat next to my sister and pulled her into a hug then fell back to the bed pulling her down pat beside me. She began to cry again,"I can't think he did all that Brett, I thought he loved me."I was kinked at my articulatio coxae, with my legs over the sharpness of the bed. I kicked off my horseshoe 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. She was still grieving for her lost love as I drifted to sleep.

I woke to the redolence of coffee. My eyes opened and the first matter I saw was a mug, held by my babe who looked like she'd spent the night in a tumble dryer. Her oculus were bleeding, her hair a snarl of knots, and the cup shook slightly. She was wearing my terrycloth morning robe."take this,"she said,"I have to ingest a shower."I was still fully dressed so when I sat up my bloomers bunched up between my branch, pinching my nut case in sheepfold of jean. I grabbed my pants to correct myself as Irene watched. I took the coffee, she left for the can. As she walked from me in the unretentive gown, I couldn't help but tick out her nicely shaped legs.

I was changing from my day before wearing apparel to a fresh set when I heard from the bathroom,"Brett, where in the blaze is the tomentum conditioner ?"Wearing just a t shirt and briefs I went to get out what my sister was yelling about. I poked my drumhead in the bathroom door so see Irene leaning percentage way out of the shower, she said"I need conditioner for my hair, I have to get the shampoo out, there isn't any here."Saying cipher to her I went to the lowly closet next to the sink and pulled out a bottle of conditioner. I held it to her, she looked at it for a moment, then shifted her eyes to my boldness. Her sassing 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, moisten 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 rain shower mantle open for me. My feet were cemented to the floor as I stared at her nudity, I couldn't propel them. My own untried baby just invited me to shower with her ? What the fucking ? She watched my reaction, her eyes glinted with fun,"hastiness up, or I'll have to shampoo again."

My intellect blanked out my kinship to the cleaning lady in the shower so I stepped in, still wearing my short and shirt. When the water soaked the fabric, my underclothes molded wetly to my eubstance. Irene stepped back to the wall of the shower and looked me up and down. The wet material clung to, and highlighted the muscles of my dresser, and the SHAPE of my prick. Satisfied with what she saw she turned away, dipped her school principal in the current of water then waited for me to use the conditioner. I looked her up and down, from the long, wet hair's-breadth to the small-scale of her cover, over the bend of her ass cheeks to her foot. The piss flowing over her made her skin shiny, slip, vibrant. I peered over her articulatio humeri at her tits which were standing full and firm, her teat 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 massage it into her scalp as my prick started reacting to the intimate situation. In lupus erythematosus than a minute I had a fully matured erecting, it formed a gravid tent in the front of my briefs.

Irene put her hands on the paries of the stall and tilted her head back so I could work out the lotion into her hair. I was still looking at her back, her ass and wooden leg while my fingers were busy, my cock was like mariner's beanstalk, it wouldn't quit growing and began to hurt from the unremitting expanding upon ; I felt so much pressure I thought it would fare apart at the furrow. I took a bridge player off my sis's head teacher to adapt my erecting, but the clinging wet cloth wouldn't let me still the strain. I pulled my shorts over my prick then shimmied my ass until they fell to my ankles. My unconstrained dick stuck neat and intemperately, 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 stub until I slipped between her thighs. I put both hired hand on her hips then with the aim and skill of an reach lover, impaled her with my erection. Irene yelped, slapped her paw on the rain shower wall then pressed back on me ; I began fucking her.

She bowed her back, putting more pressure sensation against my stomach while I rolled my back to screw her. Irene turned her head to look up at me and flashed a small smile. I pushed up, deep and strong enough to wind her feet off the level, her entire free weight was hanging on my shaft, Irene gasped, closed her heart and moaned. She fumbled with the faucet to turn the water off, slipped off my bloomer then took my hired hand and pulled me from the cascade 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 banquet 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 defy her. The entire time we were bouncing on the bed I had nagging thinking 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 portion 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 eld and never worried about getting knocked up so I wasn't concerned about her safety either. The forces of life swelled my cock, hardened my nuts then, when I couldn't clench 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 eruption 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 tooshie then pushed me over to lie beside her.

She rolled to her slope facing me then said with a intimation of a grinning,"I still have conditioner in my hair."

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

Her eyes turned serious,"Not for certain, I just didn't want to walk around today knowing that the last guy to fuck me is cheating on me. Having uncouth DNA didn't matter."

"I'm an emergency fuck, ‘ puff Zipper in pillow slip of Emergency'?"

Her eyes twinkled,"You're complaining ? I thought guys like non-committal quickies."

"You didn't get off."

She pushed me away,"Don't vexation 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 transactions later I was dishing up scrambled egg 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 lover wasn't contribution of the breakfast conversation,"Was I dreaming in conclusion night or was Justin here ?"

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

Before Irene left for her own berth, 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 come over after her good afternoon social class. I felt a fiddling hardiness so I wondered out loud if she was coming back for another bedchamber encounter. She rolled her oculus, said"Don't you wish"then flipped me the digit as she walked out.

Later that day, while remembering the crazy piece of tail my sister 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 jest. She put her fingerbreadth on the tag tied to my zip fastener that said ‘ puff slide fastener in Case of Emergency ’, tugged it down and said,"This time you have to get me off. ”