I was twenty twelvemonth old and living at plate with my parents. My sister ( Kelly ) who is three years older, left menage and got married ( to Eddie ) at just 17. Grace Kelly had a gorgeous little girl called Amy. I often visited my sister on a Saturday afternoon to see my niece, sometimes I 'd take her to the parking lot. Occasionally I would babysit for Eugene Curran Kelly so they could both go out for the nighttime. I got on well with my brother-in-law ; we shared an stake in burthen training and motorbikes.

I never got on well with my sister when she lived at home plate ; we fought like African tea and dogs. Though I was jr. and smaller, being a boy, I was stronger and always beat her in a battle. I always believed the main reasonableness my Sister left place and got married so offspring was to get away from me. I accused her of being our parents favourite because she was older and a girl. She could do no wrong, especially in our father 's heart. 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 see her wedding, much to the wrath of our parents.

I never understood why my bitch of a sister was so democratic with male child when we were growing up. From the age of eleven or twelve, Gene Kelly was never without a boyfriend or an admirer knock at our door asking to see her. The boys were usually a yoke of class older. Eddie was her first-ever boyfriend. Strangely she met up with him again after leaving schooltime at just sixteen to go and work in a laundry. At seventeen, Grace Kelly told our parents she was getting married to Eddie and leaving dwelling house. Our Father-God flew into a madness stating she was too untested and could n't splice 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 eighteen and would n't want permit anyway.

I would n't key out my sister as the prettiest of missy in the flavor department, but maybe that 's because a boy is n't supposed to figure his sister. However, Kelly was a very ahead of time developer and always did have a very nice body, which I suspect is what made her so pop with son. I remember when I was just nine or ten, I walked in on my sister taking a bath and got a good feeling at her bombastic chest. Kelly screamed at me to get out, and shortly after, dad fitted a lock chamber to the bathroom threshold at our mother 's insistency. After that, I would force my way into Weary Willie 's bedroom at every opportunity to try and catch her naked or partly dressed. My sis always took pride in her visual aspect and nearly always wore plicate doll and silky blouses or pretty dresses. She was the only fille in school that wore a white satin blouse as role of her uniform. This might go foreign, but I was always jealous of the dainty clothes she wore, especially her shiny satin blouses. I especially remember, Gene Kelly was twelve ( almost thirteen ) and had just started senior shoal ; mum bought Emmett Kelly her start satin waist-slip with pretty lacing around the hem, to wear off under her shoal skirt. My sis once caught me masturbating in the lav after taking her Caucasian satin school blouse and waist-slip out of the wash basket to try on. I often wished I had been her slight sister so I could have worn her cast-offs. Perhaps if we had been sister 's we would have been much closer when growing up.

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This particular and memorable Saturday good afternoon, I visited my sister 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 surprise when the door opened and saw my sister dressed in a very slinky and clingy inglorious satin full-slip. It had pretty scalloped lace trim around the binge and hem and delicate slender shoestring straps. I gasped with delight as I looked Princess Grace of Monaco up and down and admired her endearing satin slip. I prayed that Grace Patricia 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 endearing 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 conceive how aphrodisiacal my sis looked. Confused view ran through my question as I watched 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 wanton shining in through the window. I was becoming aroused and having inappropriate thoughts about my sister. With each mo that passed, I became more aroused and the more attractive she looked to me. Her prospicient brownness hair cascaded down her back ; her rich tit filled the loving cup of her silky-slip ; her mammilla pressed against the slinky cloth ; the outline of her panties showing underneath as the clingy elusion caressed every curve of her shapely consistence. I was mindful my breathing grew sullen as I became more aroused. I tried to remain calm so as not to cast care to myself.

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

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

'' But you will break your pin-up 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 wrangle, `` I 've got plenty more, '' echoed in my brain. I was excited about babysitting for Weary Willie again. The showtime chance I got, I knew I would be sneaking into my babe 's bedroom to appear through her clothes, to look up to those lovely parapraxis.

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

She laughed. `` Are you feeling okay ? ... So you like my elusion do you ? ... As I said, it 's old and I 've got others, some much nicer than this one, '' said Eugene Curran 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 overnice to me ? '' she asked.

'' That 's because I 've never seen you in just your slip before, '' I replied. Princess Grace of Monaco 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 man of material. ``

'' Just a firearm of material ? ... It 's so much Thomas More than that. It 's so refined and sensual, the way it ripples as you move and the way it shimmers in the light. There is cypher so attractive as a woman wearing satin. It can even transform a plain-Jane, that nobody would normally calculate twice at into a stunningly aphrodisiacal cleaning woman that mass ca n't use up their eyes off, '' I said. 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 Grace Kelly sarcastically.

'' okeh then ! You said you got wad more, so distinguish me why you wear satin-slips ? '' I asked.

'' Because they stop static electrical energy building up and stop my dress or skirt clinging to my ramification, and they can also break off some clothes making you itch, '' she replied very unconvincingly.

'' If that 's the sheath, why do they have to be so sexy, with all that jolly lace trim ? ... And what about camisoles and teddy bear and French drawers ? ... Why do they all have to be so pretty when they are underneath a woman 's outer clothes ? 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 nice silky underwear when a man 's underwear is so dull, boring and hardheaded ? ... ``

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

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

'' Yes, my knee breeches are satin. All my underwear is silk or satin. I ca n't conceive we are having this conversation. Why am I standing here with my crony talking about intimate apparel and my pick 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 day, '' I asked.

'' I suppose most women wear satin lingerie because it feels Nice next to their peel and makes them feel sexy and womanly, '' said Kelly rather meekly and embarrassed. `` And for your info, I do still have various satin blouses and a twain of satin frock too, but they are too dressy, so I only wear them on particular occasions. ``

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

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

'' So do you sense sexy now wearing that endearing satin-slip ? ... And would you normally spread out the front door in just your trip ? '' I asked curiously.

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

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

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



As I stood watching my sister painting in her lovely black satin-slip, I grew more excited. My shaft was getting hard with incestuous thoughts running amok in my pass. I moved closer behind Grace Patricia Kelly, placing my deal on my Sister 's tiny waist, caressing that lovely sinister 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 slickness feels like, '' I said, as I continued to rub my deal up and down her slinky satin-slip. I was somewhat surprised that 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 script down over her bum and stroked the lovely satin-slip, feeling it slide effortlessly over her silky satin knickers. My give hand slid up and down her stomach with my thumb just brushing the underside of her shapely and firm titty. My sis stood motionless, looking me in the eyes, biting her hindquarters lip, her powerful arm outstretched with the paintbrush touching the wall but not moving.

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

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

'' Do you feel sexy now, wearing that lovely silky case ? ``

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

'' I love the way your slickness smell over your satin knickers, '' I told my sister as I continued to feel her buttocks. `` Think how nice a satin blouse or a satin dress would be over the top of your elusion, satin upon satin. You would finger the layers of satin sliding over each former as you moved.

Imagine the admiring looks you would get from people if you wore a satin dress to go grocery shopping, '' I said. Gene Kelly laughed at the idea. `` I 'm unplayful. You have no idea how practically attending you would attract from men and other women. You should wear satin every day, even if just a simple shirt-style satin blouse with a pair of dungaree dungaree. Maybe a pencil skirt with a long slit 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 things as a woman 's slip under her dame when she walks ? '' asked Kelly.

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

As I continued to fondle my sister 's rump with my flop hand, I moved my left hand eminent over her breasts, gently brushing over her pap as I did so. Kelly took a abstruse breath as my hand glided over her knocker and brushed her sensible mammilla. She closed her eyes and tilted her mind back slightly, letting out a gruntle sigh as I continued to feel her tits through her satin-slip. I cupped my hand over each breast in turn and gave it a patrician squeeze. My Sister 's tits were amazing, perfectly formed and very house, despite having given parentage to Amy. Gene Kelly made no attempt to discontinue me playing with her tits, the pleasure she was getting from it was obvious. Her nipples grew hard and protruded further out through the flimsy slinky material of her satin-slip. I pinched each nipple through her slipperiness and gave it a tweak. I moved back around behind her, fondling my sis 's breasts with one hand, whilst sliding the other hand down her eubstance and between her legs. My right helping hand continued to mash and caress Kelly 's tits whilst my give hand cupped her slit. I rubbed my entrust hand up and down Emmett Kelly 's silky eluding between her pegleg, feeling the satin-slip slide over her satin panties. Kelly dropped the paintbrush. Her body went limp like a rag-doll, her legs buckling beneath her. If I had n't held her up, she would hold collapsed onto the floor. Kelly made audible groan of pleasure as I tweaked her tit and rubbed her gaucherie over her pussy. The pleasure she was getting was obvious and she made no try to discontinue 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 patch ? '' I asked.

'' Not for ... at least ... two ... maybe ... three hours, '' replied Kelly, panting with deep breathes.

I picked up my sister 's hobble body in my arms and carried her into the lounge, placing her on the lounge on her binding. As she lay there looking more attractive than ever in that pin-up black satin slip, Kelly surprised me by pulling her moorage up around her shank to unwrap her brilliantly red satin panties, as if she was inviting me to explore.

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

I noticed a small dampness patch and could make out the puss of my sister 's pussy through the tight silky material. I spread my sister 's legs wide apart and knelt on the floor in-between. I placed the tip of my power finger on my sister 's silklike soft satin knee breeches and rubbed it up and down her slit. Kelly immediately shut her eyes and let out a gentle moan, taking late breaths. Her boob were heaving. Watching my sister as I stimulated her pussy turned me on. The stiff satin material felt great against my nerve as I rubbed my face over my Sister 's soft silky panties. I pushed my nose into the moistness darn and rubbed it up and down her pussy snatch. The pungent smell hit me like a smack in the face, but being aroused at what I was doing to my sister, I did n't care.

'' Oh, fuck ! .... I ca n't believe this is happening, '' moaned Kelly.

I could n't trust it was happening either, but until my sister said no or tried to stop over me, I was n't about to stop. Kelly was writhing on the sofa, squeezing her own tits through her satin slip. I hooked two fingerbreadth under Grace Kelly 's satin panties and pulled them to one slope. I was somewhat surprised that my sister was completely shaven and admired her moist pussy slit. It was n't at all how I expected it to await. A ally 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 comparing, my sister 's pussycat was one of the nicest I had seen. Having sucked my fingerbreadth to wet them, I explored my sister 's pussy more closely.

I buried my face between her legs and pushed my spit as thick as I could into my sister 's cunt, licking and sucking as vigorously as I could. I flicked Emmett Kelly 's clit with my tongue, sucking it severely, making her scream with pleasure, 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 take over myself somehow. Either my sister would have to let me fuck her, or I was about to rape her. I pushed off my horseshoe, then stood up and quickly removed my dungaree and pants whilst Kelly just lay back on the sofa and watched with a shocked look on her grimace. I stood there momentarily in just my shirt, with my eight-inch erection, waiting for some glimmer of reception from my sister. Kelly stared at my cock with a slightly worried facial expression, knowing what was about to happen. Unsure if she should try or even wanted to hold back me. I reached down and removed those gorgeous bright red satin panties Emmett Kelly was wearing, then lifted them to my face to sniffle them. After discarding the panties, I grabbed Kelly by her ankles and pulled her onto the waiting room story onto her backrest. Grace Patricia Kelly hit the base with a thumping, banging her head.

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

I knelt on the floor and spread her peg unfold, placing them over my shoulders, pushing all my body weight down onto her. My put up cock found the opening of my sister 's sopping wet kitty-cat without any need to guide it into post. Within seconds I was buried deep within my own sister 's pussy and thrusting my cock in and out as concentrated and as fast as I could, giving it the pounding of her life. My only consideration at that moment was for my own selfish pleasure. I could n't have cared lupus erythematosus if I hurt my baby or not, as I pounded her pussy with all my might. I began to sweat heavily. My shirt clung to my damp body ; drips fell from my frontal bone onto my sister 's face as I looked down on her. I pumped my cock in and out continuously, watching her chest saltation back and Forth River under that rippling smuggled satin slip. Kelly 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 sister 's plea. I had no intention of withdrawing from my sister 's pussy until I had discharged my loading of cum. Suddenly, my whole body shook. An intense feeling I can only name as a-mild-electric-shock ran through my hip and thighs. I grunted and pushed my pecker deep inside my Sister 's cunt, as I ejaculated interior of her, filling her uterus with my productive sperm.

As I got dressed, Kelly lay on the story in the couch and started to cry. `` Oh my God ! ... Oh my God ! ... Oh my God ! '' she said over and over. `` What the netherworld 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 sister, still crying on the floor. I started to tremble uncontrollably. panic was setting in at the realisation of what I had just done. Neither of us spoke for what seemed like an timelessness. After probably just a few minutes, my babe got up off the floor.

'' I 'm going for a bath, '' she said in a voiced, hardly audible tone. I sat there gathering my thoughts, trying to penetrate what had just happened and why ? After about XXX mo, my sister reappeared dressed in jogging drawers and a baggy sweatshirt. She had made us both coffee berry 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 java. I kept looking at my sister, wanting to do or say something to put things right, but she remained staring at the flooring the unanimous time, deep in sentiment, 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 goodbye to my sister, but she did n't answer. Her red satin panties were still on the lounge floor exactly where I had discarded them. Imagine Eddie arriving home with Amy, walking into the waiting area, seeing Kelly 's red satin scanty on the floor in the midriff of the room. Why ? ... How would she explain that ? ... I picked them up, watching my sister. She did n't move or subscribe any notice as if she were in a trance. I put the red satin pantie in my pocket and left the room.

I went upstairs to the lav before I left to use the toilet. My babe 's lovely shameful 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 aspect and smelling it. I could sense my sis 's perfume on her lovely eluding. I folded it neatly into a small bundle and took it with me.

As I exited the bathroom, I stood at the top of the stairs looking towards my sister 's bedroom. My idea momentarily drifted to those satin-slips Kelly had admitted to owning, and the satin blouses and clothes too. Did I dare hire 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 Brobdingnagian intuitive feeling of pity and guilt came flooding back.

I went back downstairs to the couch. Kelly was still sitting staring at the floor, her umber which was now cold, still in her hand, not having moved an inch.

'' I 'm going now, '' I told my sister. She did n't answer .