I was twenty years old and bread and butter at place with my parents. My sister ( Kelly ) who is three class honest-to-god, left plate and got married ( to Eddie ) at just seventeen. Kelly had a gorgeous little miss called Amy. I often visited my sister on a Sabbatum good afternoon to see my niece, sometimes I 'd take her to the parking lot. Occasionally I would babysit for Emmett Kelly so they could both go out for the Night. I got on well with my brother-in-law ; we shared an interest in weightiness preparation and motorbikes.

I never got on well with my sister when she lived at home base ; we fought like cats and dogs. Though I was new and minuscule, being a boy, I was stronger and always ticktack her in a competitiveness. I always believed the main ground my sister left home and got married so young 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 male parent 's oculus. 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 babe so a good deal I refused to hang her wedding, much to the anger of our parents.

I never understood why my gripe of a babe was so popular with boy when we were growing up. From the age of football team or twelve, Kelly was never without a beau or an protagonist knocking at our door asking to see her. The male child were usually a dyad of years older. Eddie was her first-ever boyfriend. Strangely she met up with him again after leaving schooltime at just sixteen to go and work in a laundry. At seventeen, Princess Grace of Monaco told our parents she was getting married to Eddie and leaving home. Our father flew into a rage stating she was too untried and could n't espouse 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 work eighteen and would n't need license anyway.

I would n't describe my sister as the prettiest of girls in the looks department, but maybe that 's because a boy is n't supposed to image his babe. However, Kelly was a very early developer and always did hold a very nice torso, which I suspect is what made her so popular with boys. I remember when I was just nine or ten, I walked in on my babe taking a bathtub and got a dependable smell at her large breasts. Kelly screamed at me to get out, and shortly after, dad fitted a lock chamber to the toilet doorway at our mother 's insistence. After that, I would push my way into Weary Willie 's chamber at every opportunity to try and catch up with her au naturel or partly dressed. My sis always took pride in her appearance and nearly always wore plicate skirts and satiny blouses or jolly wearing apparel. She was the only girl in school that wore a Andrew Dickson White satin blouse as component of her uniform. This might sound unknown, but I was always envious of the courteous clothes she wore, especially her shiny satin blouses. I especially remember, Kelly was dozen ( almost thirteen ) and had just started elder school ; mum bought Grace Kelly her first satin waist-slip with passably lace around the hem, to fatigue under her school chick. My sister once caught me masturbating in the bathroom after taking her E. B. White satin school day blouse and waist-slip out of the laundry basketful to try on. I often wished I had been her picayune sister so I could have worn her cast-offs. Perhaps if we had been sister 's we would hold been much closer when growing up.

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This peculiar and memorable Saturday afternoon, I visited my sister like I often did. I rang the buzzer and was surprised by the speed at which Kelly answered. Almost as if she had been standing there waiting for me. I was more surprise when the door opened and saw my sister dressed in a very slinky and clingy pitch blackness satin full-slip. It had pretty scalloped lace trim around the fizzle and hem and delicate thin shoe string straps. I gasped with pleasure as I looked Emmett Kelly up and down and admired her lovely satin trip. I prayed that 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 endearing black satin full-slip.

'' Amy is n't here, '' she replied. `` Eddie has taken her to chaffer his mum for a few hr. 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 thoughts ran through my capitulum as I watched Weary Willie 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 illuminate shining in through the window. I was becoming aroused and having inappropriate thoughts about my sister. With each indorsement that passed, I became more aroused and the more attractive she looked to me. Her tenacious brown hair cascaded down her back ; her plenteous breasts filled the cups of her silky-slip ; her mamilla pressed against the slinky fabric ; the scheme of her step-in showing underneath as the clingy slip caressed every curve of her shapely body. I was cognizant my respiration grew heavier as I became more aroused. I tried to remain calm so as not to quarter tending to myself.

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

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

'' But you will ruin your pin-up 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 fountainhead. I was excited about babysitting for Weary Willie again. The start chance I got, I knew I would be sneaking into my Sister 's bedchamber to look through her clothes, to look up to those lovely case.

'' It 's not just a case, 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 nice to ruin 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 sideslip 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 material. ``

'' Just a man 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 spark. There is aught so attractive as a woman wearing satin. It can even metamorphose a plain-Jane, that cipher would normally expect twice at into a stunningly sexy fair sex that people ca n't take their eye off, '' I said. Emmett Kelly listened to me with extreme interest and mental rejection at my comments.

She laughed. `` Wow ! ... listen to you, Mr philosopher. There 's more to you than meets the eye, '' said Princess Grace of Monaco sarcastically.

'' Okay then ! You said you got good deal more, so tell me why you wear satin-slips ? '' I asked.

'' Because they stop static electricity building up and stop my dress or chick clinging to my legs, and they can also arrest some clothes making you itch, '' she replied very unconvincingly.

'' If that 's the case, why do they own to be so sexy, with all that somewhat lace trimming ? ... And what about camisoles and shimmy and French knickerbockers ? ... Why do they all have to be so pretty when they are underneath a woman 's outer apparel ? No one gets to see them anyway. And why are they made from silk and satin and lacing ? ... And why is it only charwoman that get to wear nice silky underwear when a man 's underwear is so dull, drilling 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 knee pants ? ... Are they satin too ? '' I asked my sister.

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

'' I suppose most cleaning lady wear satin lingerie because it feels nice next to their pelt and makes them feel sexy and womanly, '' said Weary Willie rather meekly and embarrassed. `` And for your info, I do still have several satin blouses and a duad of satin frock 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 look prissy and makes you feel sexy, '' I said.

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

'' So do you feel sexy now wearing that lovely satin-slip ? ... And would you normally open the front room access in just your slip ? '' I asked curiously.

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

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

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



As I stood watching my Sister painting in her lovely black satin-slip, I grew more aroused. My cock was getting hard with incestuous persuasion running amok in my head. I moved closer behind Princess Grace of Monaco, placing my hands on my sister 's tiny waistline, caressing that pin-up 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 slip feels like, '' I said, as I continued to rub my deal up and down her slinky satin-slip. I was somewhat surprised that Weary Willie did n't try and cease me or object. I moved to her incline 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 knickers. My left hand slid up and down her stomach with my thumb just brushing the bottom of her shapely and steadfast breasts. My sister stood motionless, looking me in the eyes, biting her bottom lip, her right arm outstretched with the paintbrush touching the wall but not moving.

'' So you did n't respond my motion, '' I said.

'' What question ? '' asked Kelly with a slight shudder in her voice.

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

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

'' I love the way your chemise feels over your satin knickers, '' I told my sis as I continued to sense 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 looks you would get from people if you wore a satin apparel to go grocery shopping, '' I said. Grace Patricia Kelly laughed at the idea. `` I 'm life-threatening. You have no idea how much attention you would attract from men and other cleaning lady. You should wear satin every day, even if just a unproblematic shirt-style satin blouse with a pair of denim denim. Maybe a pencil wench with a prospicient slit at the posterior, with your satin-slip showing underneath as you walk along the road. '' Gene Kelly chuckled once more.

'' Are you sober ? .... Are you telling me you notice such things as a womanhood 's slip under her annulus when she walks ? '' asked Kelly.

'' Hey sis, I can spot 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 crazy. Honestly ! '' I told her seriously.

As I continued to fondle my baby 's arse with my right hand, I moved my left hired hand eminent over her bosom, gently brushing over her nipples as I did so. Gene Kelly took a late breath as my manus glided over her white meat and brushed her sensitive mamilla. She closed her heart and tilted her brain back slightly, letting out a placate sigh as I continued to feel her tits through her satin-slip. I cupped my hand over each boob in turn and gave it a blue-blooded hug. My sister 's knocker were amazing, perfectly formed and very firm, despite having given parentage to Amy. Kelly made no try to stop me playing with her tits, the joy she was getting from it was obvious. Her mammilla grew hard and protruded further out through the thin slinky stuff of her satin-slip. I pinched each nipple through her gaffe and gave it a tweak. I moved back around behind her, fondling my sister 's bosom with one paw, whilst sliding the other hand down her body and between her peg. My rightfield mitt continued to embrace and caress Emmett Kelly 's titmouse whilst my left hand cupped her kitty-cat. I rubbed my remaining hired hand up and down Kelly 's silky slip between her legs, feeling the satin-slip slide over her satin panties. Grace Kelly dropped the paintbrush. Her organic structure 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 floor. Kelly made hearable moan of pleasure as I tweaked her tit and rubbed her slip over her pussy. The pleasure she was getting was obvious and she made no endeavor to stop 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 limp physical structure in my blazon and carried her into the sofa, placing her on the couch on her back. As she lay there looking more attractive than ever in that adorable black satin moorage, Kelly surprised me by pulling her cutting up around her shank to expose her hopeful red satin pantie, as if she was inviting me to explore.

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

I noticed a small damp patch and could puddle out the slit of my sister 's slit through the tight satiny material. I spread my sis 's pegleg wide-cut apart and knelt on the floor in-between. I placed the tip of my power digit on my sister 's silky soft satin knee pants and rubbed it up and down her twat. Grace Kelly immediately shut her eyes and let out a entitle groan, taking mystifying breathing place. Her bosom were heaving. Watching my sister as I stimulated her pussy turned me on. The tight satin material felt great against my cheeks as I rubbed my case over my sister 's voiced silky panties. I pushed my nose into the damp patch and rubbed it up and down her pussy pussy. 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 like.

'' Oh, fuck ! .... I ca n't consider 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 block. Kelly was writhing on the couch, squeezing her own tits through her satin slip. I hooked two fingerbreadth under Kelly 's satin scanty and pulled them to one side. I was somewhat surprised that my sister was completely trim and admired her moist pussy slit. It was n't at all how I expected it to take care. A champion 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 crude de***********ion ! '' Having seen pictures in cartridge holder, I understood what he meant. In comparison, my baby 's pussy was one of the prissy I had seen. Having sucked my digit to wet them, I explored my sister 's pussy more closely.

I buried my face between her legs and pushed my clapper as deep as I could into my sister 's snatch, licking and sucking as vigorously as I could. I flicked Kelly 's button with my tongue, sucking it hard, making her scream with joy, her whole organic structure writhing about and shuddering as she orgasmed.

I was so awake my shaft was rock hard and twitching in my bloomers. I just had to let off myself somehow. Either my Sister would hold to let me fuck her, or I was about to rape her. I pushed off my brake shoe, then stood up and quickly removed my blue jean and pants whilst Kelly just lay back on the lounge and watched with a shocked looking at on her brass. I stood there momentarily in just my shirt, with my eight-inch erection, waiting for some gleaming of response from my sister. Kelly stared at my cock with a slightly worried look, knowing what was about to materialize. Unsure if she should try or even wanted to stop me. I reached down and removed those gorgeous lustrous red satin panty Kelly was wearing, then lifted them to my boldness to sniff them. After discarding the panties, I grabbed Kelly by her ankle and pulled her onto the lounge trading floor onto her back. Princess Grace of Monaco hit the floor with a thud, banging her head.

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

I knelt on the floor and spread her legs opened, placing them over my berm, pushing all my soundbox weight down onto her. My erect cock found the opening of my sister 's sopping wet puss without any demand to guide it into positioning. Within seconds I was buried deep within my own sister 's slit and thrusting my rooster in and out as difficult and as fast as I could, giving it the throbbing of her life story. My only consideration at that here and now was for my own selfish pleasure. I could n't have cared less 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 mute body ; drips fell from my frontal bone onto my sis '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 grim satin slip. Kelly screamed with each inward stroke 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 pleas. I had no aim of withdrawing from my sister 's slit until I had discharged my load of cum. Suddenly, my whole body shook. An intense feeling I can only delineate as a-mild-electric-shock ran through my hip and second joint. I grunted and pushed my pecker deep inside my sister 's cunt, as I ejaculated inside of her, filling her womb with my fat sperm.

As I got dressed, Weary Willie 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 haste 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 trading 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 sister got up off the floor.

'' I 'm going for a bath, '' she said in a piano, hardly hearable musical note. I sat there gathering my thoughts, trying to fathom 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 berry 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. 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 story the totally prison term, 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 sis, but she did n't reply. Her red satin panties were still on the waiting room floor exactly where I had discarded them. Imagine Eddie arriving nursing home with Amy, walking into the couch, seeing Kelly 's red satin pantie on the floor in the middle of the way. Why ? ... How would she explain that ? ... I picked them up, watching my sister. She did n't run or take any notice as if she were in a trance. I put the red satin panties in my pocket and left the room.

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

As I exited the bathroom, I stood at the top of the stairs looking towards my sis 's chamber. My thinking momentarily drifted to those satin-slips Kelly had admitted to owning, and the satin blouses and wearing apparel too. Did I dare assume a quick 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 vast tone 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 helping hand, not having moved an inch.

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