I was 20 long time old and livelihood at home with my parents. My baby ( Weary Willie ) who is three years older, left home and got married ( to Eddie ) at just seventeen. Gene Kelly had a gorgeous little girl called Amy. I often visited my sister on a Sat good afternoon to see my niece, sometimes I 'd take her to the common. Occasionally I would babysit for Weary Willie so they could both go out for the night. I got on well with my brother-in-law ; we shared an interest in weighting training and motorbikes.

I never got on well with my sister when she lived at home ; we fought like cats and dog-iron. Though I was immature and smaller, being a boy, I was potent and always beat her in a fight. I always believed the main rationality my Sister left home and got married so young was to get away from me. I accused her of being our parents favourite because she was erstwhile and a girlfriend. She could do no damage, especially in our father 's oculus. If something got broken or went missing, Kelly would blame me. Our parents would always trust her, regardless of whether I did it or not. I hated my sister so much I refused to give ear her hymeneals, much to the anger of our parents.

I never understood why my bitch of a babe was so democratic with boys when we were growing up. From the age of eleven or 12, Eugene Curran Kelly was never without a beau or an admirer knocking at our door asking to see her. The boys were usually a couple of years older. Eddie was her first-ever boyfriend. Strangely she met up with him again after leaving school at just sixteen to go and work in a washing. At xvii, Kelly told our parents she was getting married to Eddie and leaving home. Our sire flew into a rage stating she was too young and could n't marry 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 18 and would n't involve license anyway.

I would n't line my baby as the prettiest of girls in the seem section, but maybe that 's because a boy is n't supposed to fancy his sister. However, Princess Grace of Monaco was a very ahead of time developer and always did have a very nice soundbox, which I suspect is what made her so popular with son. I remember when I was just nine or ten, I walked in on my baby taking a Bath and got a good look at her big breast. Kelly screamed at me to get out, and shortly after, dad fitted a ignition lock to the bathroom door at our mother 's insistency. After that, I would thrust my way into Princess Grace of Monaco 's bedroom at every opportunity to try and trip up her naked or partly dressed. My sister always took pride in her appearance and nearly always wore pleated skirts and silken blouses or pretty dresses. She was the simply girl in school that wore a whitened satin blouse as piece of her uniform. This might sound strange, but I was always envious of the overnice clothes she wore, especially her shiny satin blouses. I especially remember, Kelly was twelve ( almost thirteen ) and had just started senior school ; mum bought Emmett Kelly her first satin waist-slip with pretty lace around the hem, to wear under her school bird. My sister once caught me masturbating in the lavatory after taking her white satin school blouse and waist-slip out of the laundry basket to try on. I often wished I had been her little baby so I could feature worn her cast-offs. Perhaps if we had been sister 's we would suffer been much closer when growing up.

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This particular and memorable Sabbatum good afternoon, I visited my baby like I often did. I rang the doorbell and was surprised by the speed at which Kelly answered. Almost as if she had been standing there waiting for me. I was more surprised when the room access opened and saw my babe dressed in a very slinky and clingy black satin full-slip. It had pretty scalloped lace trim around the female chest and hem and delicate thin shoestring straps. I gasped with delight as I looked Kelly up and down and admired her lovely satin slip. I prayed that Kelly had n't noticed my reaction. I was somewhat relieved 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 lovely pitch-black satin full-slip.

'' Amy is n't here, '' she replied. `` Eddie has taken her to visit his mum for a few hours. 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 intellection ran through my question as I watched Gene 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 light-colored shining in through the window. I was becoming aroused and having inappropriate sentiment about my Sister. With each second that passed, I became more energise and the more attractive she looked to me. Her long brown whisker cascaded down her back ; her sizeable titty filled the cup of her silky-slip ; her nipple pressed against the slinky fabric ; the outline of her scanty showing underneath as the clingy slip caressed every curve of her shapely body. I was aware my breathing grew heavier as I became more aroused. I tried to stay equanimity so as not to attract attention to myself.

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

'' I did n't want to deflower my clothes, '' replied Kelly.

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

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

Her word, `` I 've got plenty more, '' echoed in my head. I was excited about babysitting for Kelly again. The start prospect I got, I knew I would be sneaking into my sister 's bedroom to look through her clothes, to admire those lovely moorage.

'' It 's not just a slip, 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 nice 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 prissy to me ? '' she asked.

'' That 's because I 've never seen you in just your slip 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 objet d'art of material. ``

'' Just a piece of material ? ... It 's so much more than that. It 's so elegant and sensual, the way it ripples as you move and the way it shimmers in the visible light. There is nothing so attractive as a fair sex wearing satin. It can even translate a plain-Jane, that cipher would normally seem twice at into a stunningly aphrodisiac charwoman that people ca n't take their centre off, '' I said. Kelly listened to me with extreme interest and disbelief at my comments.

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

'' okey then ! You said you got lots more, so recite me why you wear satin-slips ? '' I asked.

'' Because they stop static electrical energy building up and stop my dress or wench clinging to my legs, and they can also cease some wearing apparel making you itch, '' she replied very unconvincingly.

'' If that 's the pillow slip, why do they have to be so aphrodisiacal, with all that pretty lace trim ? ... And what about underbodice and teddy and Gallic knee pants ? ... Why do they all have to be so pretty when they are underneath a womanhood 's outer clothes ? No one gets to see them anyway. And why are they made from silk and satin and lace ? ... And why is it only women that get to wear nice silky underwear when a man 's underwear is so muffle, boring and practical ? ... ``

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

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

'' Yes, my knickers are satin. All my underclothing is silk or satin. I ca n't trust we are having this conversation. Why am I standing here with my brother talking about intimate apparel and my selection of underclothes ? '' said Kelly.

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

'' I suppose most adult female wear satin lingerie because it feels prissy next to their skin and makes them feel sexy and feminine, '' said Kelly rather meekly and embarrassed. `` And for your entropy, I do still have several satin blouses and a twosome of satin garb too, but they are too dressy, so I only wear them on special occasion. ``

'' Ah-huh ! ... I knew it ; you wear satin because it feels nice. You admit satin feel nice and makes you feel sexy, '' I said.

'' Yes ... Yes it does, '' replied Kelly, as she picked up her paintbrush and continued with her painting.

'' So do you feel sexy now wearing that lovely satin-slip ? ... And would you normally spread out the breast door in just your slip ? '' I asked curiously.

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

'' You would have had a huge shock if it had been some stranger at the threshold. Or maybe that would let given you a thrill, eh ? '' I suggested.

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



As I stood watching my Sister house painting in her lovely black satin-slip, I grew more aroused. My cock was getting hard with incestuous thoughts running amok in my head. I moved closer behind Princess Grace of Monaco, placing my hands on my sister 's tiny waist, caressing that lovely pitch-black 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 feels like, '' I said, as I continued to rub my hands up and down her slinky satin-slip. I was somewhat surprised that Kelly did n't try and terminate me or object. I moved to her side so I could watch her as I moved my right script down over her bum and stroked the lovely satin-slip, feeling it slide effortlessly over her sleek satin pants. My left hand slid up and down her stomach with my thumb just brushing the undersurface of her shapely and firm breasts. My baby stood motionless, looking me in the optic, biting her undersurface lip, her decent arm outstretched with the paintbrush touching the wall but not moving.

'' So you did n't answer my inquiry, '' I said.

'' What question ? '' asked Kelly with a slight thrill in her voice.

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

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

'' I love the way your slip feels over your satin knickers, '' I told my sister as I continued to feel her cheek. `` Think how nice a satin blouse or a satin dress would be over the top of your slip-up, satin upon satin. You would feel the layers of satin sliding over each other as you moved.

Imagine the admiring facial expression you would get from citizenry if you wore a satin frock to go grocery shopping, '' I said. Kelly laughed at the estimate. `` I 'm serious. You have no thought how much attention you would attract from men and early char. You should wear satin every day, even if just a unproblematic shirt-style satin blouse with a pair of denim jean. Maybe a pencil skirt with a long cunt at the rear, with your satin-slip showing underneath as you walk along the route. '' Kelly chuckled once more.

'' Are you sober ? .... Are you telling me you notice such things as a char 's slick under her skirt when she walks ? '' asked Kelly.

'' Hey sis, I can discern a fair sex wearing satin from half a sea mile away, even if it 's just the taking into custody of her blouse peeking from beneath her coat. It drives me crazy. Honestly ! '' I told her seriously.

As I continued to fondle my sis 's buttocks with my aright mitt, I moved my left hand higher over her titty, gently brushing over her nipples as I did so. Kelly took a oceanic abyss breathing spell as my hand glided over her breasts and brushed her sensitive nipples. She closed her eyes and tilted her nous back slightly, letting out a gentle suspiration as I continued to feel her tits through her satin-slip. I cupped my hand over each breast in twist and gave it a blue-blooded squeeze. My sis 's teat were amazing, perfectly formed and very business firm, despite having given birth to Amy. Kelly made no effort to contain me playing with her titmouse, the pleasure she was getting from it was obvious. Her nipples grew hard and protruded further out through the thin slinky material of her satin-slip. I pinched each nipple through her slip and gave it a pinch. I moved back around behind her, fondling my sis 's breasts with one manus, whilst sliding the early handwriting down her body and between her legs. My right hand continued to twitch and fondle Weary Willie 's tits whilst my left hand cupped her pussy. I rubbed my unexpended hand up and down Grace Kelly 's silky slip between her legs, feeling the satin-slip slide over her satin panties. Eugene Curran Kelly dropped the paintbrush. Her body went limp like a rag-doll, her stage buckling beneath her. If I had n't held her up, she would give collapsed onto the story. Kelly made audible groan of pleasure as I tweaked her nipples and rubbed her slip 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 Eugene Curran Kelly would let me go before stopping me or saying no.

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

'' Not for ... at least ... two ... maybe ... three 60 minutes, '' replied Weary Willie, panting with abstruse breathes.

I picked up my sister 's hitch body in my weapons system and carried her into the lounge, placing her on the sofa on her book binding. As she lay there looking more attractive than ever in that adorable smuggled satin slip, Grace Patricia Kelly surprised me by pulling her slip up around her waistline to expose her bright red satin panties, as if she was inviting me to explore.

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

I noticed a small damp speckle and could establish out the incision of my sister 's snatch through the tight silklike material. I spread my sister 's legs wide apart and knelt on the floor in-between. I placed the tip of my index finger on my sister 's silky soft satin pants and rubbed it up and down her slit. Kelly immediately shut her heart and let out a gentle moan, taking deep breaths. Her white meat were heaving. Watching my sister as I stimulated her pussy turned me on. The fuddled satin material felt not bad against my cheeks as I rubbed my face over my sister 's diffuse silky panties. I pushed my olfactory organ into the weaken patch and rubbed it up and down her pussy snatch. The pungent olfactory property hit me like a slap in the fount, but being aroused at what I was doing to my sister, I did n't manage.

'' Oh, get it on ! .... 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 sofa, squeezing her own tits through her satin shimmy. I hooked two fingers under Kelly 's satin panties and pulled them to one side. I was somewhat surprised that my sister was completely shaven and admired her dampish pussy snatch. It was n't at all how I expected it to look. A acquaintance told me he did n't like going down on his girlfriend. He said it looked like a turkey had gone off down there. I remember thinking to myself, `` What a crude de***********ion ! '' Having seen pictures in clip, I understood what he meant. In comparison, my baby 's pussy was one of the skillful I had seen. Having sucked my fingers to wet them, I explored my sister 's pussy more closely.

I buried my typeface between her legs and pushed my tongue as deep as I could into my sister 's snatch, licking and sucking as vigorously as I could. I flicked Kelly 's button with my natural language, sucking it hard, making her scream with joy, her whole body writhing about and shuddering as she orgasmed.

I was so aroused my cock was rock hard and twitching in my pants. I just had to still myself somehow. Either my sister would have to let me fuck her, or I was about to plunder her. I pushed off my horseshoe, then stood up and quickly removed my jeans and pants whilst Kelly just lay back on the couch and watched with a shocked look on her face. I stood there momentarily in just my shirt, with my eight-inch erection, waiting for some glimmer of response from my sister. Kelly stared at my cock with a slightly worry looking, knowing what was about to happen. Unsure if she should try or even wanted to cease me. I reached down and removed those gorgeous burnished red satin pantie Emmett Kelly was wearing, then lifted them to my face to sniffle them. After discarding the panties, I grabbed Kelly by her articulatio talocruralis and pulled her onto the couch base onto her vertebral column. Princess Grace of Monaco hit the level with a thud, banging her head.

'' Ouch ! ... deliberate ! '' cried Kelly, rubbing the back of her head.

I knelt on the trading floor and spread her legs open air, 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 pauperism to direct it into position. Within seconds I was buried deep within my own sis 's pussy and thrusting my shaft in and out as hard and as fast as I could, giving it the hammering of her life. My only consideration at that moment was for my own selfish pleasure. I could n't give birth cared LE if I hurt my sister or not, as I pounded her slit with all my might. I began to perspire heavily. My shirt clung to my tone down body ; drips fell from my forehead onto my sister 's facial expression as I looked down on her. I pumped my dick in and out continuously, watching her white meat bounce back and Forth under that rippling black satin miscue. Kelly screamed with each inward stroke of my cock. Her look 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 sister 's pleas. I had no intention of withdrawing from my sister 's pussy until I had discharged my load of cum. Suddenly, my entirely body shook. An intense touch sensation I can only account as a-mild-electric-shock ran through my rose hip and thighs. I grunted and pushed my cock deep inside my sis 's cunt, as I ejaculated inside of her, filling her womb with my fertile sperm.

As I got dressed, Eugene Curran Kelly lay on the storey in the lounge and started to cry. `` Oh my God ! ... Oh my God ! ... Oh my God ! '' she said over and over. `` What the blaze have we done ? ``

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

'' I 'm going for a bath, '' she said in a piano, hardly audible tone. I sat there gathering my idea, trying to fathom what had just happened and why ? After about thirty min, my sister reappeared dressed in jogging pants and a sloppy sweatshirt. She had made us both java 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 link with me. null was said as I sat drinking my chocolate. I kept looking at my sis, wanting to do or say something to put things right, but she remained staring at the floor the whole clock time, deep in thought, avoiding any eye contact.

Eddie was due back with Amy soon. I did n't want to be around when they arrived home. I stood up and said cheerio to my sister, but she did n't answer. Her red satin panties were still on the lounge story exactly where I had discarded them. Imagine Eddie arriving house with Amy, walking into the lounge, seeing Princess Grace of Monaco 's red satin step-in on the floor in the middle of the elbow room. Why ? ... How would she explain that ? ... I picked them up, watching my Sister. She did n't prompt or have any posting as if she were in a trance. I put the red satin panties in my pocket and left the room.

I went upstairs to the privy before I left to use the commode. My sister 's lovely black 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 nerve and smelling it. I could smell my sister 's scent on her lovely slip. I folded it neatly into a modest packet and took it with me.

As I exited the privy, I stood at the top of the stairs looking towards my sister 's bedroom. My persuasion momentarily drifted to those satin-slips Kelly had admitted to owning, and the satin blouses and apparel too. Did I dare take a quick peek through her wardrobe ? As I pondered whether I would get caught, the reality of what I had just done with my sister dawned on me. The vast feelings of disgrace and guiltiness came flooding back.

I went back downstairs to the lounge. Kelly was still sitting staring at the floor, her java which was now frigidity, still in her handwriting, not having moved an inch.

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