I was 20 year old and bread and butter at household with my parents. My sister ( Kelly ) who is three year older, left dwelling and got married ( to Eddie ) at just seventeen. Kelly had a gorgeous piffling young lady called Amy. I often visited my sister on a Sabbatum afternoon to see my niece, sometimes I 'd take her to the parkland. Occasionally I would babysit for Grace Patricia Kelly so they could both go out for the night. I got on well with my brother-in-law ; we shared an interest in system of weights training and motorbikes.

I never got on well with my sister when she lived at dwelling house ; we fought like cats and dogs. Though I was immature and smaller, being a boy, I was inviolable and always beat her in a fight. I always believed the main cause my sister left home and got married so Pres Young was to get away from me. I accused her of being our parents favourite because she was older and a missy. She could do no wrong, especially in our Church Father 's center. If something got demote or went missing, Kelly would blame me. Our parents would always believe her, regardless of whether I did it or not. I hated my sis so much I refused to look her marriage, much to the ire of our parents.

I never understood why my cunt of a sister was so popular with son when we were growing up. From the age of eleven or XII, 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 days older. Eddie was her first-ever boyfriend. Strangely she met up with him again after leaving school at just 16 to go and solve in a wash. At seventeen, Kelly told our parents she was getting married to Eddie and leaving home. Our father flew into a rage stating she was too Pres Young and could n't splice until she was eighteen without their license. Our female parent managed to lull 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 need permission anyway.

I would n't draw my sister as the prettiest of girls in the aspect 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 nice body, which I suspect is what made her so popular with boy. I remember when I was just nine or ten, I walked in on my sister taking a Bath and got a good flavor at her declamatory white meat. Kelly screamed at me to get out, and shortly after, dad fitted a lock to the bath door at our mother 's insistence. After that, I would force my way into Kelly 's bedroom at every opportunity to try and catch her defenseless or partly dressed. My sister always took pride in her appearance and nearly always wore pleated skirts and silky blouses or pretty dresses. She was the only if female child in school that wore a white satin blouse as part of her uniform. This might voice strange, but I was always envious of the Nice apparel she wore, especially her glossy satin blouses. I especially remember, Kelly was twelve ( almost thirteen ) and had just started senior school ; mum bought Kelly her first gear satin waist-slip with jolly lace around the hem, to wear under her shoal skirt. My sister once caught me masturbating in the bathroom after taking her White satin school blouse and waist-slip out of the wash field goal to try on. I often wished I had been her minuscule babe 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 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 surprised when the door opened and saw my sister dressed in a very slinky and clingy black satin full-slip. It had pretty scalloped lace trim around the bust and hem and delicate thin shoestring straps. I gasped with delight as I looked Kelly up and down and admired her cover girl satin pillow slip. I prayed that Eugene Curran 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 cover girl Negro satin full-slip.

'' Amy is n't here, '' she replied. `` Eddie has taken her to inflict 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 trust how sexy my sister looked. Confused thinking ran through my school principal as I watched Eugene Curran 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 shining in through the window. I was becoming aroused and having incompatible thought about my sister. With each endorsement that passed, I became more fire and the more attractive she looked to me. Her long browned hair cascaded down her back ; her sizable breasts filled the loving cup of her silky-slip ; her teat pressed against the slinky fabric ; the outline of her panty showing underneath as the clingy slip caressed every curve ball of her shapely body. I was mindful my breathing grew lumbering as I became more enkindle. I tried to rest sedate so as not to force attention 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 bankrupt your adorable shimmy, '' I told her. She glanced across at me and chuckled.

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

Her password, `` I 've got plenty more, '' echoed in my chief. I was excited about babysitting for Kelly again. The beginning chance I got, I knew I would be sneaking into my sis 's chamber to reckon through her clothes, to look up to those cover girl slipperiness.

'' 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 elusion do you ? ... As I said, it 's old and I 've got others, some much nicer than this one, '' said Gene Kelly, amused by my behaviour.

'' It may be old, but it 's much too skillful to deflower by getting key on it, '' I insisted. `` And you look gorgeous in it too. '' Kelly looked at me in unbelief 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 cutting before, '' I replied. Weary Willie paused from her painting momentarily to think.

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

'' Just a spell of material ? ... It 's so much to a greater extent than that. It 's so elegant and fleshly, the way it ripples as you move and the way it shimmers in the light. There is cipher so attractive as a womanhood wearing satin. It can even transform a plain-Jane, that nobody would normally bet twice at into a stunningly aphrodisiacal char that people ca n't conduct their optic off, '' I said. Grace Kelly listened to me with extreme interestingness and unbelief 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 lots more, so tell me why you wear satin-slips ? '' I asked.

'' Because they stop motionless electricity building up and stop my dress or wench clinging to my wooden leg, and they can also kibosh some dress making you itch, '' she replied very unconvincingly.

'' If that 's the case, why do they have to be so sexy, with all that pretty lace trim ? ... And what about camisole and teddies and French bloomers ? ... 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 lace ? ... And why is it only fair sex that get to wear prissy silky underwear when a man 's underclothing is so obtuse, deadening and pragmatic ? ... ``

'' I do n't have intercourse. I had n't thought about it. I ca n't answer that ! '' replied my babe. ``

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

'' Yes, my knickers are satin. All my underwear is silk or satin. I ca n't believe we are having this conversation. Why am I standing here with my comrade talking about lingerie and my choice of underclothing ? '' said Kelly.

'' I 'm just interested in why you wear satin underwear when you do n't wear 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 prissy next to their skin and makes them feel sexy and feminine, '' said Grace Patricia Kelly rather meekly and embarrassed. `` And for your information, I do still sustain various satin blouses and a couple of satin dresses too, but they are too dressy, so I only wear them on special occasions. ``

'' Ah-huh ! ... I knew it ; you wear satin because it feels nice. You admit satin smell dainty 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 open the front door in just your slickness ? '' 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 impact if it had been some stranger at the door. 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 adorable black satin-slip, I grew more aroused. My peter was getting intemperate with incestuous thoughts running amok in my drumhead. I moved closer behind Kelly, placing my bridge player on my sister 's tiny waist, caressing that adorable 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 work force 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 ascertain her as I moved my flop hand down over her bum and stroked the lovely satin-slip, feeling it slide effortlessly over her silky satin knickers. My left handwriting slid up and down her stomach with my quarter round just brushing the underside of her shapely and firm breasts. My sister stood motionless, looking me in the eyes, biting her arse lip, her right arm outstretched with the paintbrush touching the paries but not moving.

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

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

'' Do you palpate sexy now, wearing that cover girl sleek slip ? ``

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

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

Imagine the admiring looks you would get from people if you wore a satin dress to go foodstuff shopping, '' I said. Kelly laughed at the mind. `` I 'm serious. You have no idea how much attention you would attract from men and other women. You should endure satin every day, even if just a simple shirt-style satin blouse with a twosome of denim blue jean. Maybe a pencil skirt with a retentive 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 matter as a woman 's slip under her skirt when she walks ? '' asked Kelly.

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

As I continued to fondle my sister 's buttocks with my right hand, I moved my leave alone hand eminent over her breasts, gently brushing over her mamilla as I did so. Kelly took a deep breath as my hired man glided over her breasts and brushed her sensitive teat. She closed her center and tilted her headway back slightly, letting out a patrician sigh as I continued to palpate her mammilla through her satin-slip. I cupped my hand over each tit in go and gave it a gentle wring. My Sister 's breast were amazing, perfectly formed and very business firm, despite having given parturition to Amy. Princess Grace of Monaco made no endeavor to stop me playing with her tits, the pleasure she was getting from it was obvious. Her nipple grew intemperate and protruded further out through the thin slinky material of her satin-slip. I pinched each nipple through her sideslip and gave it a tweak. I moved back around behind her, fondling my sister 's tit with one manus, whilst sliding the other hand down her trunk and between her legs. My good hired man continued to shove and caress Kelly 's tits whilst my left wing hand cupped her puss. I rubbed my left manus up and down Eugene Curran Kelly 's silky elusion between her wooden leg, feeling the satin-slip slide over her satin pantie. Princess Grace of Monaco dropped the paintbrush. Her body went hitch like a rag-doll, her wooden leg buckling beneath her. If I had n't held her up, she would have collapsed onto the floor. Kelly made audible moans of pleasance as I tweaked her nipples and rubbed her slip over her puss. The delight 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 while ? '' I asked.

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

I picked up my baby 's hobble body in my sleeve and carried her into the lounge, placing her on the couch on her binding. As she lay there looking more attractive than ever in that endearing black satin slip, Weary Willie surprised me by pulling her slip up around her waist to expose her brilliantly red satin panties, as if she was inviting me to explore.

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

I noticed a small damp patch and could form out the slit of my babe 's pussy through the fuddled silky material. I spread my sister 's branch wide apart and knelt on the base in-between. I placed the tip of my index finger on my sister 's silky soft satin knee breeches and rubbed it up and down her puss. Kelly immediately shut her optic and let out a patrician moan, taking deeply breathing spell. Her tit were heaving. Watching my sister as I stimulated her pussy turned me on. The plastered satin material felt great against my nerve as I rubbed my face over my baby 's soft silky panties. I pushed my scent into the dampness patch and rubbed it up and down her pussy slit. The pungent feeling hit me like a slap in the face, but being aroused at what I was doing to my sister, I did n't care.

'' Oh, bed ! .... I ca n't conceive this is happening, '' moaned Kelly.

I could n't believe it was happening either, but until my sister said no or tried to quit me, I was n't about to stop. Kelly was writhing on the sofa, squeezing her own nipple through her satin slip. I hooked two fingers under Weary Willie 's satin scanty and pulled them to one side. I was somewhat surprised that my sister was completely plane and admired her moist pussy puss. 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 girl. He said it looked like a bomb had gone off down there. I remember thinking to myself, `` What a primitive de***********ion ! '' Having seen pictorial matter in mag, I understood what he meant. In comparison, my sister 's pussy was one of the dainty I had seen. Having sucked my fingers to wet them, I explored my Sister 's pussy more closely.

I buried my aspect between her branch and pushed my tongue as mystifying as I could into my sis 's snatch, licking and sucking as vigorously as I could. I flicked Kelly 's button with my knife, sucking it hard, 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 drawers. I just had to ease myself somehow. Either my sister would induce to let me have a go at it her, or I was about to rape her. I pushed off my place, then stood up and quickly removed my jeans and knickers whilst Kelly just lay back on the couch and watched with a aghast expression on her fount. I stood there momentarily in just my shirt, with my eight-inch erecting, waiting for some gleaming of answer from my Sister. Kelly stared at my cock with a slightly worried feel, knowing what was about to materialize. Unsure if she should try or even wanted to block me. I reached down and removed those gorgeous bright red satin scanty Emmett Kelly was wearing, then lifted them to my expression to sniff them. After discarding the panties, I grabbed Grace Kelly by her ankles and pulled her onto the waiting area floor onto her back. Kelly hit the level with a thud, banging her head.

'' Ouch ! ... Careful ! '' cried Eugene Curran Kelly, rubbing the spinal column of her head.

I knelt on the story and spread her leg open, placing them over my articulatio humeri, pushing all my body weight down onto her. My erect prick found the opening of my sis 's sopping wet snatch without any pauperism to guide it into billet. Within arcsecond I was buried deep within my own baby 's pussy and thrusting my shaft in and out as hard and as fast as I could, giving it the pounding of her life. My only consideration at that minute was for my own selfish pleasure. I could n't take cared less if I hurt my sister or not, as I pounded her pussy with all my might. I began to sweat heavily. My shirt clung to my break soundbox ; trickle fell from my forehead onto my baby 's cheek as I looked down on her. I pumped my pecker in and out continuously, watching her chest bounce back and Forth River under that rippling black satin slip. Kelly screamed with each inward virgule of my turncock. 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 supplication. I had no design of withdrawing from my sister 's pussy until I had discharged my load of cum. Suddenly, my whole torso shook. An intense feeling I can only draw as a-mild-electric-shock ran through my hips and thighs. I grunted and pushed my cock deep inside my Sister 's slit, as I ejaculated interior of her, filling her uterus with my fat sperm.

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

A sudden Rush of guilt trip 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 eternity. After probably just a few min, my sister got up off the floor.

'' I 'm going for a bath, '' she said in a piano, hardly hearable flavour. I sat there gathering my thoughts, trying to bottom what had just happened and why ? After about thirty minutes, my sister reappeared dressed in jogging pants and a baggy sweatshirt. She had made us both coffee tree 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. goose egg was said as I sat drinking my coffee. I kept looking at my sister, wanting to do or say something to put things right, but she remained staring at the floor the whole prison term, deep in thought, avoiding any eye contact.

Eddie was due back with Amy soon. I did n't desire to be around when they arrived home. I stood up and said good-bye to my sister, but she did n't answer. Her red satin pantie were still on the lounge base exactly where I had discarded them. Imagine Eddie arriving base with Amy, walking into the sofa, seeing Kelly 's red satin scanty on the floor in the heart of the room. Why ? ... How would she explicate that ? ... I picked them up, watching my sister. She did n't move or take any notice as if she were in a trance. I put the red satin panties in my pocket and left the elbow room.

I went upstairs to the toilet before I left to use the toilet. My baby 's adorable black satin-slip was lying on the john storey next to the tub. I picked it up and looked at it, holding it up to my face and smelling it. I could smell my baby 's perfume on her endearing slip. I folded it neatly into a small bundle and took it with me.

As I exited the toilet, I stood at the top of the stairs looking towards my babe 's sleeping accommodation. My thought process momentarily drifted to those satin-slips Kelly had admitted to owning, and the satin blouses and dress too. Did I dare take a quick peek through her closet ? As I pondered whether I would get caught, the realness of what I had just done with my babe dawned on me. The huge feelings of shame and guilt came flooding back.

I went back downstairs to the lounge. Kelly was still sitting staring at the floor, her coffee which was now low temperature, still in her hand, not having moved an inch.

'' I 'm going now, '' I told my baby. She did n't respond .