I was twenty dollar bill years old and living at plate with my parents. My baby ( Kelly ) who is three years older, left home and got married ( to Eddie ) at just XVII. Kelly had a gorgeous lilliputian girlfriend called Amy. I often visited my Sister on a Saturday afternoon to see my niece, sometimes I 'd take her to the park. Occasionally I would babysit for Kelly so they could both go out for the dark. I got on well with my brother-in-law ; we shared an interest in weight breeding and motorbikes.

I never got on well with my sister when she lived at house ; we fought like computerized axial tomography and hound. Though I was jr. and smaller, being a boy, I was stiff and always beat her in a fight. I always believed the primary reasonableness my babe left home 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 young lady. She could do no untimely, especially in our Fatherhood 's eyes. If something got broken or went missing, Kelly would find fault 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 attend her wedding, much to the anger of our parents.

I never understood why my bitch of a sister was so popular with boys when we were growing up. From the age of eleven or dozen, Eugene Curran Kelly was never without a boyfriend or an champion knocking at our door asking to see her. The boy were usually a couple of years older. Eddie was her first-ever fellow. Strangely she met up with him again after leaving schooling at just sixteen to go and cultivate in a laundry. At xvii, Gene Kelly told our parents she was getting married to Eddie and leaving household. Our father flew into a rage stating she was too immature and could n't get married until she was eighteen without their permission. Our mother managed to cool it dad down, saying he risked losing her if he insisted she could n't. In another six month 's she would turn eighteen and would n't need permission anyway.

I would n't name my sister as the prettiest of fille in the looks department, but maybe that 's because a boy is n't supposed to fancy his sister. However, Kelly was a very too soon developer and always did have a very nice consistence, 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 sis taking a bath and got a thoroughly look at her large chest. Kelly screamed at me to get out, and shortly after, dad fitted a lock to the privy room access at our female parent 's insistency. After that, I would draw my way into Kelly 's bedchamber at every opportunity to try and catch her naked or partly dressed. My Sister always took pride in her appearance and nearly always wore pleated skirt and sleek blouses or reasonably dresses. She was the only little girl in schoolhouse that wore a ashen satin blouse as portion of her uniform. This might voice unknown, but I was always jealous of the nice clothes she wore, especially her shiny satin blouses. I especially remember, Kelly was twelve ( almost 13 ) and had just started senior school ; mum bought Kelly her first satin waist-slip with pretty lace around the hem, to wear upon under her school skirt. My Sister once caught me masturbating in the bathroom after taking her white satin shoal blouse and waist-slip out of the laundry basketball hoop 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 have 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 doorbell and was surprised by the speed at which Grace Patricia 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 total darkness satin full-slip. It had pretty scalloped lace trim around the bust and hem and delicate thinly shoe string straps. I gasped with delight as I looked Kelly up and down and admired her cover girl satin slip. I prayed that Kelly had n't noticed my reaction. I was somewhat exempt 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 grim satin full-slip.

'' Amy is n't here, '' she replied. `` Eddie has taken her to inspect his mum for a few hour. 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 babe looked. Confused thoughts ran through my head as I watched 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 light shining in through the window. I was becoming aroused and having inappropriate cerebration about my sister. With each second that passed, I became more aroused and the more attractive she looked to me. Her long Brown hair cascaded down her back ; her sizeable breasts filled the cups of her silky-slip ; her teat pressed against the slinky textile ; the outline of her panties showing underneath as the clingy slip caressed every curve of her shapely body. I was aware my respiration grew heavier as I became more aroused. I tried to remain calm so as not to attract tending to myself.

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

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

'' But you will destroy your lovely slip, '' I told her. She glanced across at me and chuckled.

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

Her words, `` I 've got plenty more, '' echoed in my head. I was excited about babysitting for Weary Willie again. The first chance I got, I knew I would be sneaking into my sister 's sleeping accommodation to face through her clothes, to admire those lovely moorage.

'' 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 nice than this one, '' said Kelly, amused by my behaviour.

'' It may be old, but it 's much too nice to ruin by getting pigment on it, '' I insisted. `` And you look gorgeous in it too. '' Kelly looked at me in unbelief 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. Grace Kelly paused from her painting momentarily to think.

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

'' Just a slice of fabric ? ... It 's so much more than that. It 's so elegant and animal, the way it ripples as you move and the way it shimmers in the light. There is nothing so attractive as a char wearing satin. It can even transform a plain-Jane, that nonentity would normally front twice at into a stunningly sexy fair sex that people ca n't occupy their optic off, '' I said. Kelly listened to me with extreme point interest and unbelief at my comments.

She laughed. `` Wow ! ... listen to you, Mr philosopher. There 's more to you than meets the eye, '' said Gene Kelly sarcastically.

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

'' Because they stop inactive electricity building up and halt my dress or skirt clinging to my peg, and they can also turn back some apparel making you itch, '' she replied very unconvincingly.

'' If that 's the case, why do they have to be so sexy, with all that reasonably lace trim ? ... And what about camisoles and teddy bear 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 lacing ? ... And why is it only char that get to wear gracious silky underwear when a man 's underclothing is so dull, boring and virtual ? ... ``

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

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

'' Yes, my knickerbockers are satin. All my underwear is silk or satin. I ca n't think 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 wear satin blouses anymore ? I 've not seen you wear a satin blouse since you left shoal, '' I asked.

'' I suppose most charwoman wear satin lingerie because it feels nice next to their skin and makes them sense aphrodisiac and feminine, '' said Kelly rather meekly and embarrassed. `` And for your information, I do still have several satin blouses and a couple of satin attire too, but they are too dressy, so I only wear them on especial occasions. ``

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

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

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

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

'' You would have had a vast electric shock if it had been some stranger at the threshold. Or maybe that would have given you a thrill, eh ? '' I suggested.

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



As I stood watching my baby picture in her lovely disgraceful satin-slip, I grew more aroused. My cock was getting hard with incestuous thoughts running amok in my chief. I moved closer behind Kelly, placing my hands on my sister 's tiny waist, caressing that adorable 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 script 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 watch her as I moved my right bridge player down over her bum and stroked the cover girl satin-slip, feeling it slide effortlessly over her satiny satin knickers. My left hand slid up and down her stomach with my pollex just brushing the underside of her shapely and firm breasts. My sis 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 answer my dubiousness, '' I said.

'' What question ? '' asked Kelly with a cold-shoulder tingle in her voice.

'' Do you experience sexy now, wearing that pin-up silklike chemise ? ``

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

'' I love the way your solecism tone over your satin bloomers, '' I told my sis as I continued to finger her cheek. `` Think how nice a satin blouse or a satin dress would be over the top of your parapraxis, satin upon satin. You would sense the layer of satin sliding over each other as you moved.

Imagine the admiring spirit you would get from people if you wore a satin dress to go grocery shopping, '' I said. Kelly laughed at the musical theme. `` I 'm serious. You have no idea how much care you would attract from men and other adult female. You should weary satin every day, even if just a bare shirt-style satin blouse with a couple of denim dungaree. Maybe a pencil skirt with a foresightful slit at the rear, with your satin-slip showing underneath as you walk along the route. '' Kelly chuckled once more.

'' Are you life-threatening ? .... Are you telling me you notice such affair as a cleaning woman 's slip under her skirt when she walks ? '' asked Kelly.

'' Hey sis, I can spy 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 sister 's buttocks with my right hand, I moved my left script higher over her breasts, gently brushing over her pap as I did so. Weary Willie took a inscrutable breath as my hand glided over her breast and brushed her sensitive tit. She closed her eyes and tilted her read/write head back slightly, letting out a gentle sigh as I continued to sense her pap through her satin-slip. I cupped my hand over each breast in number and gave it a gentle squeeze. My sister 's tit were amazing, perfectly formed and very house, 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 nipples grew firmly and protruded further out through the tenuous slinky cloth of her satin-slip. I pinched each nipple through her slip and gave it a pinch. I moved back around behind her, fondling my sister 's tit with one hand, whilst sliding the early bridge player down her dead body and between her wooden leg. My right wing script continued to squeeze and caress Gene Kelly 's knocker whilst my left deal cupped her pussycat. I rubbed my left manus up and down Gene Kelly 's silky slip between her legs, feeling the satin-slip slide over her satin panties. Kelly dropped the paintbrush. Her torso went limp like a rag-doll, her legs buckling beneath her. If I had n't held her up, she would experience collapsed onto the storey. Weary Willie made audible moans of delight as I tweaked her nipples and rubbed her slip over her kitty. The pleasure she was getting was obvious and she made no attempt to stop 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 Weary Willie, panting with thick breathes.

I picked up my sister 's hobble body in my munition and carried her into the waiting area, placing her on the sofa on her back. As she lay there looking more attractive than ever in that cover girl fatal satin pillowcase, Gene Kelly surprised me by pulling her slip up around her waist to expose her bright red satin panties, as if she was inviting me to explore.

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

I noticed a small damp temporary hookup and could realise out the slit of my baby 's pussy through the stiff silky material. I spread my sis 's legs all-encompassing apart and knelt on the story in-between. I placed the tip of my index finger on my babe 's silky easygoing satin knee pants and rubbed it up and down her slit. Weary Willie immediately shut her eye and let out a gentle moan, taking deeply breathing place. Her bosom were heaving. Watching my Sister as I stimulated her twat turned me on. The tight satin material felt keen against my cheeks as I rubbed my boldness over my sister 's soft silky panties. I pushed my nose into the dull patch and rubbed it up and down her pussy pussy. The pungent olfactory property hit me like a smack in the face, but being aroused at what I was doing to my sis, I did n't care.

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

I could n't conceive 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 tits through her satin chemise. I hooked two fingers under Kelly 's satin panty and pulled them to one side. I was somewhat surprised that my sister was completely shaven and admired her dampish pussy scratch. 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 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 magazine publisher, I understood what he meant. In compare, my sister 's pussy was one of the nice I had seen. Having sucked my fingers to wet them, I explored my Sister 's pussy more closely.

I buried my face between her legs and pushed my natural language as cryptic as I could into my sister 's snatch, licking and sucking as vigorously as I could. I flicked Grace Kelly 's clitoris with my tongue, sucking it hard, making her screaming with delight, her whole body writhing about and shuddering as she orgasmed.

I was so stimulated my cock was rock hard and twitching in my knickers. I just had to relieve myself somehow. Either my sister would have to let me screw her, or I was about to rape her. I pushed off my shoe, then stood up and quickly removed my blue jean and drawers whilst Grace Patricia Kelly just lay back on the lounge and watched with a shocked look on her face. I stood there momentarily in just my shirt, with my eight-inch hard-on, waiting for some glimmer of reaction from my sister. Kelly stared at my cock with a slightly worried look, knowing what was about to go on. Unsure if she should try or even wanted to cease me. I reached down and removed those gorgeous vivid red satin scanty Kelly was wearing, then lifted them to my nerve to sniff them. After discarding the panty, I grabbed Kelly by her ankles and pulled her onto the couch floor onto her rear. Emmett Kelly hit the story with a thud, banging her head.

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

I knelt on the floor and spread her legs open, placing them over my shoulder joint, pushing all my body weight down onto her. My tumid cock found the hatchway of my sister 's sopping wet cunt without any want to maneuver it into lieu. Within seconds I was buried deep within my own sister 's pussy and thrusting my cock in and out as severely and as fast as I could, giving it the hammer of her life. My just consideration at that moment was for my own selfish pleasure. I could n't accept cared less if I hurt my sister or not, as I pounded her twat with all my might. I began to sweat heavily. My shirt clung to my dull body ; drips fell from my forehead onto my Sister 's case as I looked down on her. I pumped my cock in and out continuously, watching her tit leaping back and Forth under that rippling smutty satin berth. Kelly screamed with each inward stroke of my dick. Her typeface 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 supplication. I had no intention of withdrawing from my sister 's pussy until I had discharged my freight of cum. Suddenly, my unhurt organic structure shook. An acute feeling I can only report as a-mild-electric-shock ran through my coxa and thighs. I grunted and pushed my hammer deep inside my sister 's slit, as I ejaculated interior of her, filling her uterus with my fertile sperm.

As I got dressed, Kelly lay on the base in the waiting area and started to cry. `` Oh my God ! ... Oh my God ! ... Oh my God ! '' she said over and over. `` What the Hades 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 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 eternity. After probably just a few minutes, my babe got up off the floor.

'' I 'm going for a bath, '' she said in a soft, hardly hearable tone. I sat there gathering my intellection, trying to sound what had just happened and why ? After about thirty minutes, my sister reappeared dressed in jogging knickers 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 with me. naught was said as I sat drinking my burnt umber. I kept looking at my sister, wanting to do or say something to put matter right, but she remained staring at the floor the whole time, deep in opinion, 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 goodbye to my babe, but she did n't reply. Her red satin panties were still on the lounge floor exactly where I had discarded them. Imagine Eddie arriving menage with Amy, walking into the lounge, seeing Weary Willie 's red satin panties 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 impress or guide any notice as if she were in a spell. I put the red satin pantie in my air hole and left the way.

I went upstairs to the bathroom before I left to use the toilet. My sister 's endearing inkiness satin-slip was lying on the bathroom floor next to the bath. I picked it up and looked at it, holding it up to my nerve and smelling it. I could smell my sister 's scent on her lovely slip. I folded it neatly into a lowly big money and took it with me.

As I exited the bathroom, I stood at the top of the step looking towards my sis 's bedroom. My thought process momentarily drifted to those satin-slips Emmett Kelly had admitted to owning, and the satin blouses and apparel too. Did I dare take 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 immense feelings of shame and guilt came flooding back.

I went back downstairs to the lounge. Grace Kelly was still sitting staring at the floor, her coffee bean which was now frigidity, still in her hand, not having moved an inch.

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