I was twenty age old and living at abode with my parents. My sister ( Kelly ) who is three eld honest-to-god, left house and got married ( to Eddie ) at just seventeen. Kelly had a gorgeous little young lady called Amy. I often visited my sister on a Saturday afternoon to see my niece, sometimes I 'd take her to the parking area. 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 pastime in weight training and motorbikes.

I never got on well with my sister when she lived at home ; we fought like cats and dogs. Though I was younger and smaller, being a boy, I was stronger and always quiver her in a combat. I always believed the principal ground my sister left family and got married so young was to get away from me. I accused her of being our parents favourite because she was quondam and a girl. She could do no wrong, especially in our father 's eye. If something got broken or went missing, Kelly would blame me. Our parents would always believe her, regardless of whether I did it or not. I hated my sister so very much I refused to give ear her wedding, much to the ira of our parents.

I never understood why my gripe of a sister was so popular with boys when we were growing up. From the age of 11 or twelve, Grace Kelly was never without a boyfriend or an admirer knock at our threshold asking to see her. The son were usually a brace of days elderly. 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 laundry. At xvii, Grace Kelly told our parents she was getting married to Eddie and leaving home. Our father flew into a rage stating she was too Danton True Young and could n't conjoin until she was eighteen without their permission. Our female parent managed to settle down 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 ask permission anyway.

I would n't describe my sis as the prettiest of girls in the looks section, but maybe that 's because a boy is n't supposed to fancy his Sister. However, Gene Kelly was a very former developer and always did deliver a very skillful body, 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 babe taking a bathtub and got a practiced look at her prominent breasts. Kelly screamed at me to get out, and shortly after, dad fitted a lock to the bathroom threshold at our mother 's insisting. After that, I would hale my way into Kelly 's sleeping room at every opportunity to try and beguile her au naturel or partly dressed. My sister always took superbia in her appearance and nearly always wore plicate skirt and silklike blouses or jolly dresses. She was the merely little girl in school that wore a White satin blouse as persona of her uniform. This might sound unknown, but I was always jealous of the overnice clothes she wore, especially her shiny satin blouses. I especially remember, Grace Kelly was 12 ( almost thirteen ) and had just started aged school ; mum bought Kelly her number 1 satin waist-slip with pretty lacing around the hem, to fag out under her school skirt. My babe once caught me masturbating in the lav after taking her white satin schooltime blouse and waist-slip out of the wash handbasket to try on. I often wished I had been her little sister so I could have worn her cast-offs. Perhaps if we had been sister 's we would own been much closer when growing up.

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This particular and memorable Sabbatum 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 surprised when the door opened and saw my sister dressed in a very slinky and clingy black satin full-slip. It had pretty scollop lace trim around the female chest and hem and delicate thin shoe lace shoulder strap. I gasped with delight as I looked Kelly up and down and admired her endearing satin slip. I prayed that Kelly had n't noticed my reaction. I was somewhat free 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 mordant satin full-slip.

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

At that moment, I could n't think how aphrodisiacal my sister looked. Confused thoughts ran through my heading as I watched Kelly intensely. I loved the way the slinky textile of her satin-slip rippled when she moved and the way it shimmered as it caught the sluttish polishing in through the window. I was becoming aroused and having inappropriate thoughts about my babe. With each 2d that passed, I became more aflame and the more attractive she looked to me. Her long Robert Brown hair cascaded down her back ; her ample breasts filled the cups of her silky-slip ; her mamilla pressed against the slinky framework ; the abstract of her pantie showing underneath as the clingy chemise caressed every curve of her shapely body. I was aware my external respiration grew impenetrable as I became more invoke. I tried to remain calm so as not to eviscerate attending to myself.

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

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

'' But you will ruin your pin-up shimmy, '' I told her. She glanced across at me and chuckled.

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

Her Holy Scripture, `` I 've got plenty more, '' echoed in my head. I was excited about babysitting for Kelly again. The for the first time chance I got, I knew I would be sneaking into my sis 's bedroom to depend through her dress, to look up to those lovely slips.

'' It 's not just a slip of paper, 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 prissy to break 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 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 piece of textile. ``

'' Just a bit 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 lighter. There is aught so attractive as a charwoman wearing satin. It can even metamorphose a plain-Jane, that nobody would normally front twice at into a stunningly sexy woman that people ca n't take 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 Kelly sarcastically.

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

'' Because they stop still electricity building up and stop my dress or skirt clinging to my ramification, and they can also stop some clothes making you itch, '' she replied very unconvincingly.

'' If that 's the case, why do they own to be so aphrodisiacal, with all that jolly lace clipping ? ... And what about camisole and teddies and French bloomers ? ... Why do they all have to be so pretty when they are underneath a char '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 adult female that get to wear down courteous silky underwear when a man 's underwear is so dull, bore 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 breeches ? ... Are they satin too ? '' I asked my sister.

'' Yes, my breeches are satin. All my underclothing is silk or satin. I ca n't think we are having this conversation. Why am I standing here with my Brother talking about intimate apparel and my choice of underwear ? '' 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 gracious next to their skin and makes them find aphrodisiac and feminine, '' said Kelly rather meekly and embarrassed. `` And for your info, I do still have several satin blouses and a yoke of satin dress 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 skillful. You admit satin feels nice and makes you finger 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 face 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 receive had a Brobdingnagian daze if it had been some stranger at the door. Or maybe that would receive 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 blacken satin-slip, I grew more put forward. My cock was getting intemperate with incestuous thoughts running amok in my headland. I moved closer behind Kelly, placing my hands on my sister 's tiny shank, caressing that endearing smuggled 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 slipperiness feels like, '' I said, as I continued to rub my workforce up and down her slinky satin-slip. I was somewhat surprised that Eugene Curran 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 wing paw down over her bum and stroked the lovely satin-slip, feeling it slide effortlessly over her silky satin knickers. My will hand slid up and down her stomach with my thumb just brushing the underside of her shapely and firm breasts. My sister stood motionless, looking me in the eyes, biting her bottom lip, her good arm outstretched with the paintbrush touching the rampart but not moving.

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

'' What query ? '' asked Kelly with a tenuous quivering in her voice.

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

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

'' I love the way your teddy feels over your satin knickers, '' I told my sister as I continued to finger her prat. `` Think how nice a satin blouse or a satin garb would be over the top of your shift, satin upon satin. You would sense the layer 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 food market shopping, '' I said. Kelly laughed at the mind. `` I 'm serious. You have no idea how much attending you would pull in from men and other womanhood. You should fag out satin every day, even if just a elementary shirt-style satin blouse with a yoke of blue jean denim. Maybe a pencil skirt with a long slit at the rear, with your satin-slip showing underneath as you walk along the road. '' Emmett Kelly chuckled once more.

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

'' Hey sis, I can espy a woman 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 unhinged. Honestly ! '' I told her seriously.

As I continued to fondle my sister 's bum with my right hand, I moved my left over mitt higher over her breasts, gently brushing over her mammilla as I did so. Grace Kelly took a late breathing place as my bridge player glided over her breasts and brushed her sore tit. She closed her eyes and tilted her point back slightly, letting out a gentle sigh as I continued to feel her breast through her satin-slip. I cupped my handwriting over each white meat in turning and gave it a docile squeeze. My sister 's tit were astound, perfectly formed and very firm, despite having given parentage to Amy. Princess Grace of Monaco made no try to stop me playing with her tits, the delight 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 mammilla through her miscue and gave it a tweak. I moved back around behind her, fondling my baby 's boob with one hand, whilst sliding the other deal down her consistency and between her legs. My right field hand continued to embrace and caress Kelly 's teat whilst my left paw cupped her pussy. I rubbed my leave bridge player up and down Kelly 's sleek slip between her leg, feeling the satin-slip slide over her satin panties. Princess Grace of Monaco dropped the paintbrush. Her consistence went limp like a rag-doll, her legs buckling beneath her. If I had n't held her up, she would take in collapsed onto the story. Kelly made audible moans of pleasure as I tweaked her pap and rubbed her slip over her pussy. The pleasure she was getting was obvious and she made no try to bar me. I was determined to see how far Grace 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 Princess Grace of Monaco, panting with thick breathes.

I picked up my sister 's hitch consistence in my arms and carried her into the waiting area, placing her on the sofa on her book binding. As she lay there looking more attractive than ever in that lovely Black satin slip, Kelly surprised me by pulling her slip of paper up around her waistline to discover her vivid red satin panties, as if she was inviting me to explore.

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

I noticed a pocket-size moistness speckle and could induce out the cunt of my sis 's pussy through the tight silky fabric. I spread my sister 's legs wide-eyed apart and knelt on the floor in-between. I placed the tip of my index finger's breadth on my sister 's silky soft satin knickers and rubbed it up and down her slit. Grace Patricia Kelly immediately shut her eyes and let out a gentle moan, taking deep breathing time. Her titty were heaving. Watching my sister as I stimulated her twat turned me on. The tight satin textile felt dandy against my brass as I rubbed my brass over my sister 's soft silky scanty. I pushed my nose into the break patch and rubbed it up and down her pussy slit. The pungent smell hit me like a smacking in the fount, but being aroused at what I was doing to my sister, I did n't handle.

'' Oh, piece of ass ! .... I ca n't believe this is happening, '' moaned Kelly.

I could n't believe it was happening either, but until my babe said no or tried to cease me, I was n't about to stop. Kelly was writhing on the sofa, squeezing her own pap through her satin slip. 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 moist purulent slit. It was n't at all how I expected it to look. A booster 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 rock oil de***********ion ! '' Having seen motion-picture show in magazines, I understood what he meant. In comparison, my sister 's pussy was one of the nice I had seen. Having sucked my fingers to wet them, I explored my sister 's twat more closely.

I buried my case between her legs and pushed my knife as deep as I could into my Sister 's snatch, licking and sucking as vigorously as I could. I flicked Eugene Curran Kelly 's clit with my tongue, sucking it hard, making her screaming with pleasure, her unanimous consistency writhing about and shuddering as she orgasmed.

I was so kindle my cock was rock hard and twitching in my pants. I just had to relieve myself somehow. Either my sister would sustain to let me bed her, or I was about to rape her. I pushed off my shoe, then stood up and quickly removed my jeans and bloomers whilst Weary Willie just lay back on the sofa and watched with a shocked look on her aspect. I stood there momentarily in just my shirt, with my eight-inch hard-on, waiting for some gleaming of reply from my baby. Kelly stared at my stopcock with a slightly apprehensive expression, knowing what was about to come about. Unsure if she should try or even wanted to barricade me. I reached down and removed those gorgeous shining red satin panty Emmett Kelly was wearing, then lifted them to my face to sniff them. After discarding the panty, I grabbed Kelly by her ankles and pulled her onto the lounge storey onto her book binding. Kelly hit the base with a thud, banging her head.

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

I knelt on the trading floor and spread her pegleg open, placing them over my shoulders, pushing all my eubstance weight down onto her. My rear rooster found the opening of my sis 's sopping wet cunt without any need to pass it into position. Within seconds I was buried deep within my own baby 's pussy and thrusting my cock in and out as firmly and as fast as I could, giving it the buffeting of her lifetime. My only retainer at that present moment was for my own selfish pleasure. I could n't have cared less 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 trunk ; drips fell from my os frontale onto my babe 's face as I looked down on her. I pumped my turncock in and out continuously, watching her white meat bounce back and Forth River under that rippling black satin cutting. 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 baby 's pleas. I had no intention of withdrawing from my sister 's pussy until I had discharged my load of cum. Suddenly, my whole dead body shook. An intense tactual sensation I can only report as a-mild-electric-shock ran through my hips and thighs. I grunted and pushed my rooster cryptic inside my sister 's cunt, as I ejaculated inside of her, filling her womb with my fecund sperm.

As I got dressed, Grace Patricia Kelly lay on the floor 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 surge of guilt hit me. I felt totally ashamed of myself. I sat down on the sofa and stared at my baby, 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 minutes, my baby got up off the floor.

'' I 'm going for a bath, '' she said in a flaccid, hardly hearable pure tone. I sat there gathering my intellection, trying to fathom what had just happened and why ? After about thirty minutes, 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. nil 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 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 menage. I stood up and said sayonara to my babe, but she did n't respond. Her red satin panties were still on the sofa floor exactly where I had discarded them. Imagine Eddie arriving home with Amy, walking into the lounge, seeing Princess Grace of Monaco 's red satin panties on the floor in the midsection of the room. Why ? ... How would she explain that ? ... I picked them up, watching my sister. She did n't impress or take any notice as if she were in a trance. I put the red satin scanty in my air hole and left the room.

I went upstairs to the bathroom before I left to use the toilet. My sister 's adorable black satin-slip was lying on the bathroom floor next to the bathroom. I picked it up and looked at it, holding it up to my face and smelling it. I could smell my sister 's essence on her lovely berth. I folded it neatly into a small bundle and took it with me.

As I exited the can, I stood at the top of the stair looking towards my sis 's bedroom. My view momentarily drifted to those satin-slips Grace Kelly had admitted to owning, and the satin blouses and dresses too. Did I dare take a ready peek through her closet ? As I pondered whether I would get caught, the reality of what I had just done with my sister dawned on me. The immense feelings of ignominy and guilt came flooding back.

I went back downstairs to the lounge. Kelly was still sitting staring at the trading floor, her burnt umber which was now cold, still in her hired man, not having moved an inch.

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