I was XX days old and animation at home with my parents. My sister ( Kelly ) who is three year elder, left rest home and got married ( to Eddie ) at just seventeen. Weary Willie had a gorgeous little girl called Amy. I often visited my Sister on a Saturday good afternoon to see my niece, sometimes I 'd choose her to the park. 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 pursuit in weight education and motorbikes.

I never got on well with my sister when she lived at home ; we fought like cat-o'-nine-tails and dogs. Though I was younger and smaller, being a boy, I was stronger and always beat her in a scrap. I always believed the principal rationality my sister left home base and got married so youth was to get away from me. I accused her of being our parents favourite because she was senior and a girl. She could do no wrong, especially in our sire 's eye. If something got collapse 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 attend her wedding, much to the anger of our parents.

I never understood why my bitch of a babe was so pop with boy when we were growing up. From the age of 11 or dozen, Eugene Curran Kelly was never without a boyfriend or an adorer knock at our door asking to see her. The boy were usually a couple of years honest-to-god. Eddie was her first-ever boyfriend. Strangely she met up with him again after leaving school at just sixteen to go and figure out in a laundry. At seventeen, Kelly told our parents she was getting married to Eddie and leaving habitation. Our Father-God 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 grow 18 and would n't ask permit anyway.

I would n't describe my babe as the prettiest of girls in the looks department, but maybe that 's because a boy is n't supposed to fancy his sister. However, Kelly was a very ahead of time developer and always did have a very nice consistency, which I suspect is what made her so popular with male child. I remember when I was just nine or ten, I walked in on my sister taking a bath and got a good look at her big chest. Gene Kelly screamed at me to get out, and shortly after, dad fitted a lock to the lavatory threshold at our mother 's pressure. After that, I would ram my way into Kelly 's bedchamber at every chance to try and hitch her naked or partly dressed. My sister always took superbia in her appearance and nearly always wore pleated skirts and silky blouses or somewhat dresses. She was the sole girl in school day that wore a white satin blouse as share of her uniform. This might fathom unknown, but I was always envious of the Nice clothes she wore, especially her glazed satin blouses. I especially remember, Kelly was XII ( almost baker's dozen ) and had just started elderly school ; mum bought Grace Kelly her first satin waist-slip with pretty lace around the hem, to wear under her school wench. My Sister once caught me masturbating in the privy after taking her whiteness satin schooling blouse and waist-slip out of the laundry hoop to try on. I often wished I had been her piddling baby so I could have got 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 especial and memorable Saturday afternoon, I visited my Sister like I often did. I rang the doorbell and was surprised by the fastness at which Princess Grace of Monaco answered. Almost as if she had been standing there waiting for me. I was more surprised when the doorway opened and saw my sister dressed in a very slinky and clingy inglorious satin full-slip. It had pretty scalloped lace trim around the bust and hem and delicate slim down shoestring shoulder strap. I gasped with delight as I looked Kelly up and down and admired her lovely satin berth. I prayed that Grace Patricia Kelly had n't noticed my reaction. I was somewhat salvage 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 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 aphrodisiac my Sister looked. Confused thought process ran through my head as I watched Kelly intensely. I loved the way the slinky stuff of her satin-slip rippled when she moved and the way it shimmered as it caught the light shining in through the windowpane. I was becoming aroused and having inappropriate thoughts about my sister. With each s that passed, I became more turn on and the more attractive she looked to me. Her long brown hairsbreadth cascaded down her rear ; her ample titty filled the cups of her silky-slip ; her mamilla pressed against the slinky fabric ; the outline of her panty showing underneath as the clingy trip caressed every breaking ball of her shapely body. I was mindful my external respiration grew backbreaking as I became more aroused. I tried to rest calm so as not to take in aid to myself.

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

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

'' But you will ruin 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 run-in, `` I 've got plenty more, '' echoed in my top dog. I was excited about babysitting for Kelly again. The for the first time opportunity I got, I knew I would be sneaking into my sister 's sleeping room to look through her clothes, to look up to those lovely slips.

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

She laughed. `` Are you feeling okay ? ... So you like my solecism 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 skepticism at what she was hearing.

'' Have you been taking drugs or something ? ... Since when did you ever say anything decent to me ? '' she asked.

'' That 's because I 've never seen you in just your slip 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 patch of textile ? ... It 's so much more than that. It 's so graceful and carnal, the way it ripples as you move and the way it shimmers in the light. There is nothing so attractive as a cleaning lady wearing satin. It can even metamorphose a plain-Jane, that nonentity would normally look twice at into a stunningly sexy woman that people ca n't take their middle off, '' I said. Eugene Curran Kelly listened to me with uttermost interest group 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 caboodle more, so tell me why you wear satin-slips ? '' I asked.

'' Because they stop motionless electricity building up and kibosh my attire or dame clinging to my pegleg, and they can also check some dress making you itch, '' she replied very unconvincingly.

'' If that 's the typesetter's case, why do they have to be so sexy, with all that reasonably lace trim ? ... And what about camisoles and chemise and Daniel Chester French knickers ? ... Why do they all have to be so pretty when they are underneath a woman 's outer wearing apparel ? 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 put on squeamish silky underwear when a man 's underwear is so dull, tedious and practical ? ... ``

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

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

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

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

'' I suppose most cleaning woman wear satin lingerie because it feels dainty next to their cutis and makes them sense sexy and feminine, '' said Kelly rather meekly and embarrassed. `` And for your information, I do still sustain several satin blouses and a couple of satin clothes too, but they are too dressy, so I only wear them on special function. ``

'' 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 Emmett Kelly, as she picked up her paintbrush and continued with her painting.

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

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

'' You would have had a huge shock if it had been some stranger at the door. Or maybe that would give birth given you a flush, eh ? '' I suggested.

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



As I stood watching my sister painting in her endearing bleak satin-slip, I grew more aroused. My prick was getting hard with incestuous thought running amok in my straits. I moved closer behind Kelly, placing my hired hand on my sister 's tiny waist, caressing that lovely 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 flavour like, '' I said, as I continued to rub my custody up and down her slinky satin-slip. I was somewhat surprised that Kelly did n't try and discontinue me or object. I moved to her side so I could take in her as I moved my right wing handwriting down over her bum and stroked the adorable satin-slip, feeling it slide effortlessly over her silky satin knickers. My leave hand slid up and down her stomach with my thumb just brushing the undersurface of her shapely and unfluctuating breasts. My Sister stood motionless, looking me in the eyes, biting her freighter lip, her rightfulness arm outstretched with the paintbrush touching the wall but not moving.

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

'' What doubt ? '' asked Kelly with a fragile trembling in her voice.

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

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

'' I love the way your slip feels over your satin knickers, '' I told my baby as I continued to feel her buttocks. `` Think how nice a satin blouse or a satin wearing apparel would be over the top of your slip, satin upon satin. You would feel the bed of satin sliding over each other as you moved.

Imagine the admiring looks you would get from people if you wore a satin frock to go grocery shopping, '' I said. Kelly laughed at the estimate. `` I 'm serious. You have no theme how much attention you would draw in from men and former women. You should bust satin every day, even if just a unproblematic shirt-style satin blouse with a pair of dungaree jeans. Maybe a pencil wench with a yearn slit at the tush, with your satin-slip showing underneath as you walk along the road. '' Gene Kelly chuckled once more.

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

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

As I continued to fondle my babe 's tail end with my mighty hand, I moved my left hand higher over her breasts, gently brushing over her mamilla as I did so. Kelly took a mysterious breath as my hand glided over her breasts and brushed her sore pap. She closed her eyes and tilted her headland back slightly, letting out a gentle sigh as I continued to feel her tits through her satin-slip. I cupped my hand over each tit in bend and gave it a entitle wring. My sister 's tits were stupefy, 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 pap grew laborious and protruded further out through the slight slinky stuff of her satin-slip. I pinched each nipple through her slip and gave it a tweak. I moved back around behind her, fondling my sis 's bosom with one bridge player, whilst sliding the early hand down her eubstance and between her legs. My mightily script continued to squeeze and fondle Weary Willie 's knocker whilst my depart hand cupped her kitty-cat. I rubbed my entrust manus up and down Kelly 's satiny moorage between her legs, feeling the satin-slip coast over her satin panties. Kelly dropped the paintbrush. Her organic structure went hobble like a rag-doll, her legs buckling beneath her. If I had n't held her up, she would have collapsed onto the trading floor. Kelly made audible groan of pleasure as I tweaked her nipples and rubbed her slip over her pussy. The delight she was getting was obvious and she made no attack to cease 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 sis 's limp torso in my weapons system and carried her into the waiting room, placing her on the sofa on her back. As she lay there looking more attractive than ever in that lovely black satin chemise, Kelly surprised me by pulling her slip up around her waist to let out her bright red satin panties, as if she was inviting me to explore.

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

I noticed a little moistness patch and could crap out the twat of my sister 's pussy through the squiffy silklike textile. I spread my Sister 's peg wide apart and knelt on the floor in-between. I placed the tip of my index finger on my sis 's silky soft satin knee pants and rubbed it up and down her slit. Kelly immediately shut her centre and let out a entitle moan, taking abstruse breaths. Her knocker were heaving. Watching my babe as I stimulated her puss turned me on. The tight satin material felt great against my cheeks as I rubbed my face over my sister 's soft silky pantie. I pushed my nose into the moist speckle and rubbed it up and down her kitty slit. The pungent smell hit me like a smacking in the face, but being aroused at what I was doing to my sister, I did n't care.

'' Oh, make out ! .... I ca n't trust 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 hold back. Kelly was writhing on the sofa, squeezing her own tits through her satin slip. I hooked two fingers under Grace Patricia Kelly 's satin scanty and pulled them to one side. 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 look. A friend told me he did n't like going down on his lady friend. He said it looked like a bomb calorimeter 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 baby 's pussy was one of the nicest I had seen. Having sucked my finger's breadth to wet them, I explored my sister 's snatch more closely.

I buried my human face between her wooden leg and pushed my lingua as deep as I could into my sister 's snatch, licking and sucking as vigorously as I could. I flicked Kelly 's clit with my natural language, sucking it hard, making her belly laugh with pleasure, her all body writhing about and shuddering as she orgasmed.

I was so excite my turncock was rock hard and twitching in my pants. I just had to excuse myself somehow. Either my sister would feature to let me fuck her, or I was about to dishonor her. I pushed off my shoes, then stood up and quickly removed my blue jean and pants whilst Eugene Curran Kelly just lay back on the sofa and watched with a take aback look on her face. I stood there momentarily in just my shirt, with my eight-inch erection, waiting for some glimmer of reply from my sister. Kelly stared at my pecker with a slightly worried look, knowing what was about to hap. Unsure if she should try or even wanted to barricade me. I reached down and removed those gorgeous bright red satin scanty Gene Kelly was wearing, then lifted them to my face to sniff them. After discarding the panties, I grabbed Princess Grace of Monaco by her ankle joint and pulled her onto the lounge floor onto her dorsum. Kelly hit the base with a clump, banging her head.

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

I knelt on the level and spread her leg give, placing them over my shoulders, pushing all my body weight down onto her. My erect shaft found the opening of my sister 's sopping wet pussy without any pauperism to guide it into position. Within seconds 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 hammering of her life-time. My only when consideration at that present moment was for my own selfish joy. I could n't sustain cared less if I hurt my babe or not, as I pounded her pussy with all my might. I began to sweat heavily. My shirt clung to my soften organic structure ; drips fell from my forehead onto my sister 's face as I looked down on her. I pumped my prick in and out continuously, watching her chest spring back and forth under that rippling opprobrious satin miscue. Gene Kelly screamed with each inward stroking of my cock. Her brass 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 load of cum. Suddenly, my unscathed body shook. An intense smell I can only discover as a-mild-electric-shock ran through my hips and second joint. I grunted and pushed my putz deep inside my sister 's cunt, as I ejaculated inside of her, filling her womb with my fertile sperm.

As I got dressed, Emmett 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 Scheol 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. affright 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 sister got up off the floor.

'' I 'm going for a bath, '' she said in a sonant, hardly audible tone. I sat there gathering my thought process, trying to fathom what had just happened and why ? After about 30 arcminute, my baby reappeared dressed in jogging pants 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 liaison with me. cypher was said as I sat drinking my coffee. I kept looking at my babe, wanting to do or say something to put things right, but she remained staring at the storey the whole clip, 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 reply. Her red satin step-in were still on the lounge floor exactly where I had discarded them. Imagine Eddie arriving dwelling with Amy, walking into the lounge, seeing Grace Patricia Kelly 's red satin panties on the flooring in the middle of the room. Why ? ... How would she explain that ? ... I picked them up, watching my sister. She did n't displace or take any notice as if she were in a trance. I put the red satin panty in my sack and left the room.

I went upstairs to the bathroom before I left to use the bathroom. My sister 's lovely fateful satin-slip was lying on the bathroom trading floor next to the bath. I picked it up and looked at it, holding it up to my aspect and smelling it. I could reek my babe 's perfume on her pin-up slip. I folded it neatly into a belittled bundle and took it with me.

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

I went back downstairs to the lounge. Kelly was still sitting staring at the level, her coffee which was now inhuman, still in her bridge player, not having moved an inch.

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