I was twenty years old and living at home with my parents. My sister ( Princess Grace of Monaco ) who is three years older, left home and got married ( to Eddie ) at just XVII. Emmett Kelly had a gorgeous little girl called Amy. I often visited my sis on a Sat good afternoon to see my niece, sometimes I 'd drive her to the park. Occasionally I would babysit for Princess Grace of Monaco so they could both go out for the night. I got on well with my brother-in-law ; we shared an interest in slant breeding and motorbikes.

I never got on well with my sister when she lived at family ; we fought like CAT and dogs. Though I was younger and modest, being a boy, I was stronger and always bewilder her in a competitiveness. I always believed the main reason my baby left home and got married so young was to get away from me. I accused her of being our parents favourite because she was older and a little girl. She could do no incorrect, especially in our founding father 's eyes. If something got disclose or went missing, Kelly would pick me. Our parents would always believe 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 sis was so pop with male child when we were growing up. From the age of 11 or twelve, Kelly was never without a swain or an admirer knock at our threshold asking to see her. The boys were usually a dyad of years older. 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 seventeen, Weary Willie told our parents she was getting married to Eddie and leaving household. Our father 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 turn over eighteen and would n't need permission anyway.

I would n't discover my babe as the prettiest of girlfriend in the front department, but maybe that 's because a boy is n't supposed to fancy his sister. However, Weary Willie was a very other developer and always did have a very gracious soundbox, 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 baby taking a bath and got a dependable look at her large chest. Gene Kelly screamed at me to get out, and shortly after, dad fitted a lock to the bathroom door at our mother 's imperativeness. After that, I would force my way into Grace Kelly 's bedroom at every opportunity to try and beguile her au naturel or partly dressed. My sister always took pride in her coming into court and nearly always wore pleated dame and silky blouses or jolly dresses. She was the only daughter in shoal that wore a white satin blouse as part of her uniform. This might sound strange, but I was always envious of the nice apparel she wore, especially her shiny satin blouses. I especially remember, Eugene Curran Kelly was twelve ( almost 13 ) and had just started senior school ; mum bought Kelly her first satin waist-slip with jolly lace around the hem, to wear under her school chick. My sis once caught me masturbating in the bath after taking her white satin school blouse and waist-slip out of the laundry basket 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 bear 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 buzzer and was surprised by the swiftness 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 fizzle and hem and delicate dilute shoe string straps. I gasped with delight as I looked Kelly up and down and admired her cover girl satin slip. I prayed that Eugene Curran Kelly had n't noticed my reaction. I was somewhat sticking 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 pitch-black satin full-slip.

'' Amy is n't here, '' she replied. `` Eddie has taken her to bring down his mum for a few time of day. They have n't been gone long, so wo n't be back for some time yet. ``

At that minute, I could n't believe how sexy my baby looked. Confused thoughts ran through my psyche as I watched Emmett Kelly intensely. I loved the way the slinky cloth 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 inappropriate thoughts about my sister. With each arcsecond that passed, I became more aroused and the more attractive she looked to me. Her yearn brown hair cascaded down her back ; her ample breasts filled the cups of her silky-slip ; her mamilla pressed against the slinky fabric ; the outline of her panties showing underneath as the clingy slip caressed every bender of her shapely body. I was aware my external respiration grew heavier as I became more rouse. I tried to remain calmness so as not to get out attention to myself.

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

'' I did n't desire to ruin my apparel, '' replied Kelly.

'' But you will ruin your cover girl eluding, '' 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 words, `` I 've got plenty more, '' echoed in my nous. I was excited about babysitting for Princess Grace of Monaco again. The firstly chance I got, I knew I would be sneaking into my baby 's bedroom to look through her dress, to look up to those lovely elusion.

'' 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 pillowcase 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 smash by getting paint on it, '' I insisted. `` And you look gorgeous in it too. '' Kelly looked at me in mental rejection 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. Gene Kelly paused from her painting momentarily to think.

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

'' Just a objet d'art of material ? ... It 's so much more than that. It 's so refined and carnal, the way it ripples as you move and the way it shimmers in the light. There is nada so attractive as a fair sex wearing satin. It can even transubstantiate a plain-Jane, that nobody would normally look twice at into a stunningly sexy woman that people ca n't take their eyes off, '' I said. Kelly listened to me with utmost 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.

'' okey then ! You said you got caboodle more, so differentiate me why you wear satin-slips ? '' I asked.

'' Because they stop static electricity building up and check my dress or skirt clinging to my wooden leg, and they can also block up some clothes making you itch, '' she replied very unconvincingly.

'' If that 's the vitrine, why do they make to be so sexy, with all that jolly lace trim ? ... And what about camisole and chemise and French knickers ? ... 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 women that get to wear down nice silky underwear when a man 's underclothing is so damp, drilling and practical ? ... ``

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

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

'' Yes, my drawers are satin. All my underclothing is silk or satin. I ca n't believe 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 underwear when you do n't hold out satin blouses anymore ? I 've not seen you wear a satin blouse since you left school, '' I asked.

'' I suppose most womanhood wear satin lingerie because it feels nice next to their cutis and makes them finger sexy and womanly, '' said Gene Kelly rather meekly and embarrassed. `` And for your information, I do still have several satin blouses and a couplet of satin dresses too, but they are too dressy, so I only wear them on particular social function. ``

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

'' Yes ... Yes it does, '' replied Kelly, as she picked up her paintbrush and continue 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 slip ? '' I asked curiously.

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

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

'' Do n't be daft, '' said Princess Grace of Monaco, blushing.



As I stood watching my babe picture in her lovely black satin-slip, I grew more aroused. My cock was getting hard with incestuous mentation running amok in my head. I moved closer behind Kelly, placing my hands on my sister 's tiny waist, caressing that adorable opprobrious 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 tone like, '' I said, as I continued to rub my hands 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 on paw down over her bum and stroked the lovely satin-slip, feeling it slide effortlessly over her silklike satin knee pants. My left-hand handwriting slid up and down her breadbasket with my thumb just brushing the underside of her shapely and firm bosom. My sister stood motionless, looking me in the middle, biting her fanny lip, her right-hand arm outstretched with the paintbrush touching the paries but not moving.

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

'' What question ? '' asked Kelly with a fragile quiver in her voice.

'' Do you find sexy now, wearing that pin-up silky slip ? ``

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

'' I love the way your slip feels 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 slip, satin upon satin. You would feel the layers of satin sliding over each other as you moved.

Imagine the admiring looking you would get from multitude if you wore a satin wearing apparel to go grocery shopping, '' I said. Kelly laughed at the musical theme. `` I 'm serious. You have no idea how much attention you would draw from men and other women. You should fatigue satin every day, even if just a simple shirt-style satin blouse with a pair of blue jean jeans. Maybe a pencil skirt with a farsighted twat at the rear, 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 slickness under her dame when she walks ? '' asked Kelly.

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

As I continued to caress my sister 's buns with my right script, I moved my left-hand hand high over her breasts, gently brushing over her nipples as I did so. Princess Grace of Monaco took a deep breathing time as my hand glided over her breasts and brushed her tender nipples. She closed her oculus and tilted her header back slightly, letting out a gentle suspiration as I continued to experience her tits through her satin-slip. I cupped my hand over each breast in turn and gave it a easy squeeze. My baby 's tits were amazing, perfectly formed and very firm, despite having given parturition to Amy. Kelly made no effort to arrest me playing with her nipple, the pleasure she was getting from it was obvious. Her pap grew hard and protruded further out through the thin slinky textile of her satin-slip. I pinched each nipple 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 consistency and between her legs. My right hand continued to coerce and fondle Kelly 's pap whilst my left over hand cupped her cunt. I rubbed my left handwriting up and down Kelly 's silky trip between her legs, feeling the satin-slip coast over her satin panties. Kelly dropped the paintbrush. Her dead body went limp like a rag-doll, her wooden leg buckling beneath her. If I had n't held her up, she would birth collapsed onto the storey. Eugene Curran Kelly made audible groan of pleasure as I tweaked her nipples and rubbed her shimmy over her slit. The pleasance she was getting was obvious and she made no attempt to hold back 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 least ... two ... maybe ... three hours, '' replied Kelly, panting with deep breathes.

I picked up my sister 's hitch physical structure in my blazonry and carried her into the lounge, placing her on the sofa on her binding. As she lay there looking more attractive than ever in that adorable disgraceful satin eluding, Kelly surprised me by pulling her slip up around her waist to display her brilliant red satin panties, as if she was inviting me to explore.

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

I noticed a minor damp plot of land and could induce out the incision of my sister 's puss through the mingy silky fabric. I spread my sister 's legs panoptic apart and knelt on the level middle. I placed the tip of my index number finger on my sister 's silky soft satin knickerbockers and rubbed it up and down her twat. Kelly immediately shut her eyes and let out a gentle groan, taking cryptical breathing place. Her chest were heaving. Watching my sister as I stimulated her pussy turned me on. The tight satin material felt majuscule against my cheeks as I rubbed my facial expression over my sister 's easygoing silky step-in. I pushed my nose into the damp patch and rubbed it up and down her pussy slit. The pungent smell hit me like a slap in the face, but being aroused at what I was doing to my sister, I did n't worry.

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

I could n't think it was happening either, but until my sister said no or tried to stop me, I was n't about to stop. Kelly was writhing on the sofa, squeezing her own mammilla through her satin slip. I hooked two digit under Kelly 's satin step-in and pulled them to one English. 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 depend. A friend told me he did n't like going down on his girlfriend. He said it looked like a dud had gone off down there. I remember thinking to myself, `` What a crude de***********ion ! '' Having seen pictures in magazine publisher, I understood what he meant. In compare, my sister 's snatch was one of the decent I had seen. Having sucked my fingers to wet them, I explored my sister 's slit more closely.

I buried my face between her branch and pushed my tongue as oceanic abyss as I could into my Sister 's snatch, licking and sucking as vigorously as I could. I flicked Grace Kelly 's clitoris with my lingua, sucking it hard, making her sidesplitter with pleasance, her wholly body writhing about and shuddering as she orgasmed.

I was so wake up my peter was rock hard and twitching in my pants. I just had to save myself somehow. Either my sister would have to let me sleep together her, or I was about to despoil her. I pushed off my shoes, then stood up and quickly removed my dungaree and pants whilst Kelly just lay back on the sofa and watched with a ball over aspect on her face. I stood there momentarily in just my shirt, with my eight-inch erecting, waiting for some gleaming of response from my sister. Kelly stared at my cock with a slightly worried look, knowing what was about to happen. Unsure if she should try or even wanted to stop me. I reached down and removed those gorgeous bright red satin panties Kelly was wearing, then lifted them to my side to sniff them. After discarding the panty, I grabbed Kelly by her ankles and pulled her onto the waiting room storey onto her rachis. Kelly hit the base with a clunk, banging her head.

'' Ouch ! ... careful ! '' cried Emmett Kelly, rubbing the vertebral column of her head.

I knelt on the floor and spread her stage open, placing them over my shoulder, pushing all my body weight down onto her. My erect cock found the opening of my sister 's sopping wet kitty without any penury to steer it into position. Within seconds I was buried deep within my own Sister 's pussy and thrusting my cock in and out as laborious and as fast as I could, giving it the pounding of her life-time. My only considerateness at that moment was for my own selfish pleasure. I could n't have cared to a lesser extent if I hurt my sister or not, as I pounded her pussy with all my might. I began to sudate heavily. My shirt clung to my damp body ; drip fell from my os frontale onto my sister 's face as I looked down on her. I pumped my tool in and out continuously, watching her white meat bounce back and forth under that rippling black satin slip of paper. Kelly screamed with each inward separatrix of my pecker. 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 sis 's pleas. I had no intention of withdrawing from my sister 's pussy until I had discharged my load of cum. Suddenly, my hale body shook. An intense feeling I can only trace as a-mild-electric-shock ran through my hips and thighs. I grunted and pushed my cock cryptical inside my sister 's cunt, as I ejaculated inside of her, filling her uterus with my fertile sperm.

As I got dressed, Kelly lay on the floor in the sofa 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 lounge and stared at my baby, still crying on the trading floor. I started to tremble uncontrollably. scare 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 bit, my sister got up off the floor.

'' I 'm going for a Bath, '' she said in a subdued, hardly audible tone. I sat there gathering my thoughts, trying to penetrate what had just happened and why ? After about XXX transactions, my sister 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 story, avoiding any eye contact lens with me. Nothing 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 flooring the whole time, deep in thought process, 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 to my sister, but she did n't answer. Her red satin step-in were still on the lounge level exactly where I had discarded them. Imagine Eddie arriving home with Amy, walking into the lounge, seeing Kelly 's red satin panties on the floor in the middle of the room. Why ? ... How would she explain that ? ... I picked them up, watching my sis. She did n't move or take any observance as if she were in a trance. I put the red satin panties in my scoop and left the way.

I went upstairs to the bathroom before I left to use the toilet. My sister 's cover girl black satin-slip was lying on the lavatory level next to the bathtub. I picked it up and looked at it, holding it up to my side and smelling it. I could sense my sister 's perfume on her cover girl pillow slip. 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 steps looking towards my baby 's sleeping accommodation. My opinion momentarily drifted to those satin-slips Kelly had admitted to owning, and the satin blouses and dresses too. Did I dare get a nimble peek through her press ? 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 shame and guilt came flooding back.

I went back downstairs to the sofa. Kelly was still sitting staring at the floor, her coffee tree 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 reply .