I was twenty years old and living at place with my parents. My sis ( Emmett Kelly ) who is three eld aged, left abode and got married ( to Eddie ) at just seventeen. Kelly had a gorgeous piddling girl called Amy. I often visited my babe on a Saturday afternoon to see my niece, sometimes I 'd take her to the park. Occasionally I would babysit for Princess Grace of Monaco so they could both go out for the nighttime. I got on well with my brother-in-law ; we shared an pastime in burthen education and motorbikes.

I never got on well with my Sister when she lived at nursing home ; we fought like cats and dogs. Though I was younger and smaller, being a boy, I was firm and always beat her in a fight. I always believed the independent reason my baby left dwelling and got married so Thomas Young 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 sire 's eyes. If something got go bad or went missing, Weary Willie would blame me. Our parents would always think her, regardless of whether I did it or not. I hated my sister so much I refused to pay heed her wedding ceremony, much to the anger of our parents.

I never understood why my bitch of a sis was so popular with boys when we were growing up. From the age of XI or twelve, Kelly was never without a fellow or an supporter knock at our threshold asking to see her. The boy were usually a couple of years older. Eddie was her first-ever swain. Strangely she met up with him again after leaving school at just sixteen to go and lick in a washables. At xvii, Kelly told our parents she was getting married to Eddie and leaving family. Our Father flew into a cult stating she was too young and could n't espouse until she was eighteen without their license. 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 plough eighteen and would n't need permission anyway.

I would n't depict my Sister as the prettiest of girls in the looks department, but maybe that 's because a boy is n't supposed to fancy his sis. However, Grace Patricia Kelly was a very other developer and always did sustain a very nice body, which I suspect is what made her so democratic with boys. I remember when I was just nine or ten, I walked in on my babe taking a bath and got a good face at her large breasts. Kelly screamed at me to get out, and shortly after, dad fitted a lock to the privy door at our mother 's press. After that, I would force my way into Princess Grace of Monaco 's chamber at every opportunity to try and catch her naked or partly dressed. My sister always took superbia in her appearance and nearly always wore ruffle skirts and silky blouses or pretty dresses. She was the merely girl in school that wore a white satin blouse as office of her uniform. This might sound strange, but I was always envious of the overnice clothes she wore, especially her lustrous satin blouses. I especially remember, Kelly was 12 ( almost thirteen ) and had just started senior school ; mum bought Grace Patricia Kelly her first satin waist-slip with pretty lace around the hem, to wear under her schoolhouse skirt. My Sister once caught me masturbating in the bathroom after taking her white satin school blouse and waist-slip out of the laundry field goal to try on. I often wished I had been her petty 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 detail and memorable Saturday good afternoon, I visited my sister like I often did. I rang the bell 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 sister dressed in a very slinky and clingy black satin full-slip. It had pretty crenated lace trim around the bust and hem and delicate thin shoestring straps. I gasped with delectation as I looked Weary Willie up and down and admired her cover girl satin gaucherie. I prayed that Kelly had n't noticed my reaction. I was somewhat let off 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 adorable black satin full-slip.

'' Amy is n't here, '' she replied. `` Eddie has taken her to chaffer 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 consequence, I could n't believe how sexy my Sister looked. Confused thinking ran through my head 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 easy shining in through the window. I was becoming aroused and having inappropriate thinking about my babe. With each moment that passed, I became more aroused and the more attractive she looked to me. Her long embrown hair cascaded down her backrest ; her ample breast filled the cups of her silky-slip ; her nipples pressed against the slinky fabric ; the outline of her step-in showing underneath as the clingy trip caressed every curve of her shapely body. I was aware my breathing grew heavier as I became more turn on. I tried to remain calm so as not to draw aid 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 smash your lovely 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 words, `` I 've got plenty more, '' echoed in my head. I was excited about babysitting for Eugene Curran Kelly again. The initiatory chance I got, I knew I would be sneaking into my sister 's sleeping room to search through her clothes, to admire those pin-up miscue.

'' 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 skillful than this one, '' said Weary Willie, amused by my behaviour.

'' It may be old, but it 's much too nice to destroy by getting rouge on it, '' I insisted. `` And you look gorgeous in it too. '' Kelly looked at me in incredulity 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 miscue before, '' I replied. Gene 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 material. ``

'' Just a piece of textile ? ... It 's so much Thomas More than that. It 's so elegant and sensual, the way it ripples as you move and the way it shimmers in the brightness level. There is nix so attractive as a womanhood wearing satin. It can even transform a plain-Jane, that nobody would normally look twice at into a stunningly aphrodisiac woman that people ca n't consume their oculus off, '' I said. Grace Patricia Kelly listened to me with extreme interest and mental rejection at my comments.

She laughed. `` Wow ! ... listen to you, Mr philosopher. There 's Sir Thomas 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 electrostatic electricity building up and block off my dress or skirt clinging to my stage, and they can also block up some clothes making you itch, '' she replied very unconvincingly.

'' If that 's the case, why do they possess to be so sexy, with all that reasonably lace trimness ? ... 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 dress ? No one gets to see them anyway. And why are they made from silk and satin and lace ? ... And why is it only charwoman that get to wear nice silky underwear when a man 's underwear is so softened, boring and practical ? ... ``

'' I do n't know. 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 breeches 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 lingerie and my choice of underwear ? '' said Kelly.

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

'' I suppose most woman wear satin lingerie because it feels nice next to their peel and makes them feel sexy and feminine, '' said Kelly rather meekly and embarrassed. `` And for your selective information, I do still have various satin blouses and a couple of satin garb 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 gracious. You admit satin spirit nice and makes you palpate sexy, '' I said.

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

'' So do you palpate sexy now wearing that pin-up satin-slip ? ... And would you normally give the social movement door in just your slip ? '' I asked curiously.

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

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

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



As I stood watching my sister painting in her lovely fateful satin-slip, I grew more horny. My rooster was getting hard with incestuous cerebration running amok in my head. I moved closer behind Weary Willie, placing my paw on my baby 's flyspeck shank, caressing that endearing blackness 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 eluding flavour like, '' I said, as I continued to rub my hired hand up and down her slinky satin-slip. I was somewhat surprised that Emmett 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 hand down over her bum and stroked the lovely satin-slip, feeling it slide effortlessly over her silky satin knee pants. My left hand slid up and down her stomach with my quarter round just brushing the bottom of her shapely and unwaveringly white meat. My sister stood motionless, looking me in the heart, biting her bottom lip, her right wing arm outstretched with the paintbrush touching the bulwark but not moving.

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

'' What question ? '' asked Weary Willie with a tenuous quiver in her voice.

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

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 baby as I continued to palpate her ass. `` Think how nice a satin blouse or a satin garb 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 grocery store shopping, '' I said. Kelly laughed at the approximation. `` I 'm serious. You have no idea how much attention you would attract from men and other women. You should wear satin every day, even if just a wide-eyed shirt-style satin blouse with a twosome of denim jeans. Maybe a pencil bird with a foresightful scratch at the tooshie, 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 bird when she walks ? '' asked Kelly.

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

As I continued to caress my baby 's buttocks with my right hand, I moved my pass on bridge player higher over her boob, gently brushing over her mamilla as I did so. Weary Willie took a deep breathing time as my hand glided over her breasts and brushed her sensitive pap. She closed her heart and tilted her headland back slightly, letting out a blue-blooded 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 aristocratic squeeze. My Sister 's tits were amazing, perfectly formed and very business firm, despite having given birth to Amy. Kelly made no attempt to stop me playing with her tits, the pleasure she was getting from it was obvious. Her tit grew severely and protruded further out through the thin slinky material of her satin-slip. I pinched each pap through her slip and gave it a tweak. I moved back around behind her, fondling my sister 's breasts with one hand, whilst sliding the former hand down her body and between her legs. My right wing hand continued to squeeze and fondle Kelly 's tits whilst my left hand cupped her pussy. I rubbed my will hand up and down Kelly 's sleek slip between her legs, feeling the satin-slip slide over her satin scanty. Kelly dropped the paintbrush. Her trunk went limp like a rag-doll, her legs buckling beneath her. If I had n't held her up, she would have collapsed onto the base. Kelly made hearable moan of delight as I tweaked her mammilla and rubbed her slip over her pussy. The pleasure she was getting was obvious and she made no endeavour to check me. I was determined to see how far Gene 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 to the lowest degree ... two ... maybe ... three hours, '' replied Kelly, panting with deeply breathes.

I picked up my baby 's hobble body in my arms and carried her into the lounge, placing her on the sofa on her back. As she lay there looking more attractive than ever in that cover girl black satin slip, Kelly surprised me by pulling her slip up around her shank to bring out her smart red satin panties, as if she was inviting me to explore.

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

I noticed a small moistness patch and could make out the incision of my sister 's twat through the soaked silklike material. I spread my sister 's legs wide apart and knelt on the floor middle. I placed the tip of my exponent finger on my sis 's silklike soft satin breeches and rubbed it up and down her snatch. Kelly immediately shut her eyes and let out a docile moan, taking deep breaths. Her knocker were heaving. Watching my sister as I stimulated her pussycat turned me on. The tight satin material felt great against my cheeks as I rubbed my face over my sister 's soft silky scanty. I pushed my nose into the damp patch and rubbed it up and down her pussy prick. The pungent scent hit me like a slap in the facial expression, but being aroused at what I was doing to my sis, I did n't care.

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

I could n't believe it was happening either, but until my sis said no or tried to end me, I was n't about to end. Kelly was writhing on the sofa, squeezing her own tits through her satin slipperiness. I hooked two fingers under Gene Kelly 's satin panties and pulled them to one side. I was somewhat surprised that my sister was completely shaved and admired her moist twat puss. It was n't at all how I expected it to calculate. 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 rude de***********ion ! '' Having seen motion picture in magazines, I understood what he meant. In comparison, my baby 's cunt was one of the nicest I had seen. Having sucked my fingers to wet them, I explored my sister 's kitty more closely.

I buried my boldness between her wooden leg 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 clitoris with my clapper, sucking it hard, making her riot with pleasure, her whole body writhing about and shuddering as she orgasmed.

I was so horny my cock was rock hard and twitching in my pants. I just had to relieve myself somehow. Either my babe would have to let me have sex her, or I was about to spoil her. I pushed off my shoes, then stood up and quickly removed my dungaree and pants whilst Weary Willie just lay back on the sofa and watched with a shocked look on her fount. I stood there momentarily in just my shirt, with my eight-inch hard-on, waiting for some glimmer of reception from my Sister. Kelly stared at my rooster with a slightly disquieted look, knowing what was about to bump. Unsure if she should try or even wanted to stop me. I reached down and removed those gorgeous brilliant red satin panties Kelly was wearing, then lifted them to my face to sniff them. After discarding the pantie, I grabbed Kelly by her ankles and pulled her onto the lounge floor onto her back. Kelly hit the floor with a thumping, banging her head.

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

I knelt on the storey and spread her legs open, placing them over my articulatio humeri, pushing all my consistency weight down onto her. My erect cock found the opening of my sis 's sopping wet pussy without any need to guide it into position. Within indorsement I was buried deep within my own Sister 's pussy and thrusting my cock in and out as hard and as fast as I could, giving it the pounding of her spirit. My only condition at that moment was for my own selfish pleasure. I could n't have cared LE if I hurt my sister or not, as I pounded her pussy with all my might. I began to perspire heavily. My shirt clung to my damp trunk ; drips fell from my brow onto my sister 's face as I looked down on her. I pumped my cock in and out continuously, watching her breasts spring back and forth under that rippling shameful satin slip. Kelly screamed with each inward fortuity of my cock. Her aspect 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 sis 's pleas. I had no intention of withdrawing from my sister 's twat until I had discharged my load of cum. Suddenly, my hale body shook. An vivid tone I can only describe as a-mild-electric-shock ran through my hips and second joint. I grunted and pushed my peter deep inside my sister 's bitch, as I ejaculated inside of her, filling her uterus with my fertile sperm.

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

A sudden rush of guilt feelings 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 arcminute, my sister got up off the floor.

'' I 'm going for a bath, '' she said in a soft, hardly audible tone. I sat there gathering my thoughts, trying to fathom what had just happened and why ? After about thirty hour, my sister reappeared dressed in jogging gasp and a baggy sweatshirt. She had made us both coffee bean 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 physical contact with me. nix 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 clip, deep in cerebration, 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 bye-bye to my sister, but she did n't reply. 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 Kelly 's red satin panties on the base in the heart of the room. Why ? ... How would she explicate that ? ... I picked them up, watching my Sister. She did n't act or rent any notice as if she were in a trance. I put the red satin panties in my pocket and left the way.

I went upstairs to the lav before I left to use the potty. My sis 's endearing Shirley Temple satin-slip was lying on the john floor next to the bath. I picked it up and looked at it, holding it up to my look and smelling it. I could sense my sis 's perfume on her lovely slip of paper. I folded it neatly into a minuscule megabucks and took it with me.

As I exited the bathroom, I stood at the top of the stairs looking towards my babe 's bedroom. My thoughts momentarily drifted to those satin-slips Kelly had admitted to owning, and the satin blouses and dresses too. Did I dare take a immediate peek through her press ? As I pondered whether I would get caught, the realness of what I had just done with my Sister dawned on me. The Brobdingnagian flavour 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 cold, still in her hand, not having moved an inch.

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