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Sister wanted sex with me

Sister wanted sex with me

All of the characters are from my own sick mind and over the age of consent in all states. I am only a little over a year older than she. It just seems that it is taking her a long time gain some poise and adult thinking. When her 22 birthday rolled around I had given up hope of her ever becoming really adult. I love my sister anyway. I have always protected her from herself which may have been part of the reason she was so naive. But I felt, and still do, that part of my responsibility was to look out for her.

Since it becomes important later I should describe her for you. She is fairly tall with blue eyes and a megawatt smile. Her figure is not porn star curves, but very nice. Nice bust and great ass. No, I do not know her measurements. She has what is called a sensual mouth by some of my friends.

Beautiful blue eyes that have a sparkle when she is happy. Auburn hair that is always neat and well done. She had gotten a job in a real estate office as a kind of gofer while still in high school which led her to a real estate license after graduation so she didn't go to college.

She must be doing well. She drives a new car every couple of years and has bought her own home. She would stop by every so often to take her poor college student brother out to dinner. We were close as sibling go.

Not so close we discussed sex or anything close to that but, she would ask my opinion of a guy she was going on a date with or what she should wear if she was going to a new place, so I was very surprised when she asked me to take her someplace I never thought she even knew existed.

She called one evening about 4: We visited back an forth on occasion so no surprise. She said she would bring some wine and we could hang out. OK, that was a bit different, but no alarm bells were sounding in my head. She arrived about forty minutes later with a bottle of blackberry desert wine from the local winery. Now I was curious.

That wine was one of the fortified wines they sold and could really knock you for a loop if you weren't careful. I knew she wasn't much of a drinker. As I took it and turned toward the kitchen she piped up with, "Johnny, would you mind pouring a glass of that over ice for me?

I am nervous and need to ask you for a favor and if you say yes, I am going to need a couple of those, I think. No questions now, I'll ask in my own way and at my own time.

Just put up with me a while longer. She did look nervous, but she also looked determined. If that's what you want. I took one smallish wine glass for myself and a tumbler for Jen, put ice in both as the wine was too warm to drink as it was. That done, I headed back to the living room to find Jen on the sofa with her back in the very corner, feet curled under her and her arms across her chest. A very defensive and self protecting posture. I handed her the tumbler of wine and sat in the recliner across from her.

We were face to face with about five to eight feet separating us. I didn't say a word, I just sat, took a sip of wine and waited. I knew that when she was ready she would start the conversation.

She was nibbling on her lower lip, something she did when thinking really hard about something. We sat like that for a few minutes when she suddenly looked up seeming to realize where she was, looked around for a moment then asked, "Can we order some take out from that Japanese place I like?

I'll go get it and even pay! You can't ask for more than that. She had made her decision, whatever it was. No, you will not go get it. We ate in comparative silence and shared each others take out, as usual. When we were comfortably ensconced in the living room once again she slowly started to talk.

With a few hesitations. We know each other really well and we trust each other. We have never talked about sex. That is just too personal, too intimate even for Siblings as close as we two, but tonight I am going to talk about sex. I lost my virginity in the back seat of a car to my boyfriend after the senior Prom.

I don't know if Pete was a virgin or not, but I do know he was very inexperienced, just like me. It was a painful, messy experience that left me feeling somehow both ashamed and used at the same time. When I tried it again a couple of years later, the man was just wanting to use me to get off with no thought of me.

I was just a handy tool to be used, I guess. Those are the only times I have ever been intimate and neither was at all satisfying to the point of convincing me that all of the hype about sex was just wishful thinking on the part of women. Last month a new gal joined our office and we became instant friends. We have lunch and go pub crawling together. We got to talking abut sex and what we thought about it. When I told her of my two experiences and told her I was not sure I wanted any more, she grabbed my hand and said how wrong I am.

We talked that night into the wee hours. Toward morning she told me she felt similar after the first couple of times having sex. Then she found something that showed her how good it really could be.

Actually she told me where she went and how it helped her. Tonight I want to go there at least once and do what she now does a couple of times a month and I need you to help me.

To be with me and protect me just as you always have. If you need me to help you with something, I will. So quit dancing around and just tell me what it is I am supposed to help with. You say you want me to protect you.

Are we going somewhere I need to carry my gun or will just my presence and fists do the job? Just you being with me will help. I need someone who knows me and won't judge too much to help me through this.

One that has an arcade in the back along with whatever else one of those places normally have and I want to go tonight. If you need to go to the bathroom, I am going in with you. I won't look or anything, but I also won't stand in the hall waiting. Same for you if I have to go. Please don't leave me alone no matter what! You just have to! I'll even agree to come over twice a week and clean your whole place for you, if you will do this for me.

If you need to do this I'll help. Do you want to go now, or do you need to stoke your courage with more wine? We may never trade favors as you put it, but I owe you big time! I'll take a glass of wine with me and lets go now. I doubt any cop is going to pull over a car with a woman drinking from a glass. It could just be Pepsi for all they knew. There are two adult book stores in our county. One is about 15 minutes south, but I was not going to take my sister to that seedy place.

The other was about 35 minutes east and seemed to be pretty well run. At least it was clean the few times I had been in there. My sister had mentioned the "arcades" and I wondered if she knew they were not just to watch porn, but they all had glory holes. Hell, I wondered if she even knew about glory holes. She wanted a night of discovery and I decided not to fill her in on that.

I drove extra carefully for the first few miles due to the wine Jen was drinking, but she had that down in about 10 minutes or less so I drove the rest of the way at the speed limit so it took us about 40 minutes to get to there.

The parking lot only had a half dozen cars in it at this time of night. I expected Jen to jump out as soon as the car stopped, but she sat there nibbling on that lower lip.

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Sister wanted sex with me

All of the characters are from my own sick mind and over the age of consent in all states. I am only a little over a year older than she.

It just seems that it is taking her a long time gain some poise and adult thinking. When her 22 birthday rolled around I had given up hope of her ever becoming really adult. I love my sister anyway. I have always protected her from herself which may have been part of the reason she was so naive. But I felt, and still do, that part of my responsibility was to look out for her.

Since it becomes important later I should describe her for you. She is fairly tall with blue eyes and a megawatt smile. Her figure is not porn star curves, but very nice. Nice bust and great ass. No, I do not know her measurements. She has what is called a sensual mouth by some of my friends. Beautiful blue eyes that have a sparkle when she is happy. Auburn hair that is always neat and well done. She had gotten a job in a real estate office as a kind of gofer while still in high school which led her to a real estate license after graduation so she didn't go to college.

She must be doing well. She drives a new car every couple of years and has bought her own home. She would stop by every so often to take her poor college student brother out to dinner. We were close as sibling go. Not so close we discussed sex or anything close to that but, she would ask my opinion of a guy she was going on a date with or what she should wear if she was going to a new place, so I was very surprised when she asked me to take her someplace I never thought she even knew existed.

She called one evening about 4: We visited back an forth on occasion so no surprise. She said she would bring some wine and we could hang out. OK, that was a bit different, but no alarm bells were sounding in my head. She arrived about forty minutes later with a bottle of blackberry desert wine from the local winery. Now I was curious. That wine was one of the fortified wines they sold and could really knock you for a loop if you weren't careful.

I knew she wasn't much of a drinker. As I took it and turned toward the kitchen she piped up with, "Johnny, would you mind pouring a glass of that over ice for me? I am nervous and need to ask you for a favor and if you say yes, I am going to need a couple of those, I think. No questions now, I'll ask in my own way and at my own time. Just put up with me a while longer.

She did look nervous, but she also looked determined. If that's what you want. I took one smallish wine glass for myself and a tumbler for Jen, put ice in both as the wine was too warm to drink as it was.

That done, I headed back to the living room to find Jen on the sofa with her back in the very corner, feet curled under her and her arms across her chest. A very defensive and self protecting posture. I handed her the tumbler of wine and sat in the recliner across from her. We were face to face with about five to eight feet separating us. I didn't say a word, I just sat, took a sip of wine and waited. I knew that when she was ready she would start the conversation.

She was nibbling on her lower lip, something she did when thinking really hard about something. We sat like that for a few minutes when she suddenly looked up seeming to realize where she was, looked around for a moment then asked, "Can we order some take out from that Japanese place I like?

I'll go get it and even pay! You can't ask for more than that. She had made her decision, whatever it was. No, you will not go get it. We ate in comparative silence and shared each others take out, as usual.

When we were comfortably ensconced in the living room once again she slowly started to talk. With a few hesitations. We know each other really well and we trust each other. We have never talked about sex.

That is just too personal, too intimate even for Siblings as close as we two, but tonight I am going to talk about sex. I lost my virginity in the back seat of a car to my boyfriend after the senior Prom.

I don't know if Pete was a virgin or not, but I do know he was very inexperienced, just like me. It was a painful, messy experience that left me feeling somehow both ashamed and used at the same time. When I tried it again a couple of years later, the man was just wanting to use me to get off with no thought of me. I was just a handy tool to be used, I guess.

Those are the only times I have ever been intimate and neither was at all satisfying to the point of convincing me that all of the hype about sex was just wishful thinking on the part of women. Last month a new gal joined our office and we became instant friends.

We have lunch and go pub crawling together. We got to talking abut sex and what we thought about it. When I told her of my two experiences and told her I was not sure I wanted any more, she grabbed my hand and said how wrong I am. We talked that night into the wee hours. Toward morning she told me she felt similar after the first couple of times having sex. Then she found something that showed her how good it really could be. Actually she told me where she went and how it helped her.

Tonight I want to go there at least once and do what she now does a couple of times a month and I need you to help me. To be with me and protect me just as you always have. If you need me to help you with something, I will. So quit dancing around and just tell me what it is I am supposed to help with. You say you want me to protect you. Are we going somewhere I need to carry my gun or will just my presence and fists do the job? Just you being with me will help.

I need someone who knows me and won't judge too much to help me through this. One that has an arcade in the back along with whatever else one of those places normally have and I want to go tonight. If you need to go to the bathroom, I am going in with you. I won't look or anything, but I also won't stand in the hall waiting.

Same for you if I have to go. Please don't leave me alone no matter what! You just have to! I'll even agree to come over twice a week and clean your whole place for you, if you will do this for me. If you need to do this I'll help. Do you want to go now, or do you need to stoke your courage with more wine? We may never trade favors as you put it, but I owe you big time! I'll take a glass of wine with me and lets go now. I doubt any cop is going to pull over a car with a woman drinking from a glass.

It could just be Pepsi for all they knew. There are two adult book stores in our county. One is about 15 minutes south, but I was not going to take my sister to that seedy place. The other was about 35 minutes east and seemed to be pretty well run. At least it was clean the few times I had been in there. My sister had mentioned the "arcades" and I wondered if she knew they were not just to watch porn, but they all had glory holes.

Hell, I wondered if she even knew about glory holes. She wanted a night of discovery and I decided not to fill her in on that. I drove extra carefully for the first few miles due to the wine Jen was drinking, but she had that down in about 10 minutes or less so I drove the rest of the way at the speed limit so it took us about 40 minutes to get to there.

The parking lot only had a half dozen cars in it at this time of night. I expected Jen to jump out as soon as the car stopped, but she sat there nibbling on that lower lip.

Sister wanted sex with me

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  1. When her 22 birthday rolled around I had given up hope of her ever becoming really adult.

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