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   BetweenHerLegs says -

   This story, like all BetweenHerLegs stories, is a literary exploration
of sexual fantasy.  It it not intended to describe actual persons or
events, nor to condone or encourage any of these activities.  Likewise,
this and every other piece of erotica on this site should not be read by or
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   Jenny (ManyJennies@yahoo.com)

   *** *** *** *** *** "She's My Sister"

   by BetweenHerLegs

   (C) Jenny Clark, 2008

   She's my sister.  She sleeps in my old bed, uses my soap in the bath,
and wears the dresses I outgrew.  But every time I look at her face, I
can't help noticing how perfect her lips are.  Her lower lip curls under a
little.  Her upper lip is like a delicate ribbon.  I try to look away from
her mouth, and my eyes fall to her chest.  Her breasts are small, but she's
petite and thin, and her breasts are perfectly round and even at sixteen
she doesn't wear a bra.  You can see her nipples when she wears tight
t-shirts.  She almost always wears tight t-shirts.  I look down.  Her lap
is a whirlpool, drawing me in.  A thin waist, lean but round hips, gently
swelling thighs.  I pray that she just walks away, but when she does, I
watch.  The small of her back more curved than is natural.  Her ass tight,
round, sculpted, perfect symmetry for her breasts.  She's my sister, and
every time I spread my pussy and pleasure myself I'm looking at snapshots
of her or holding her clothes or just smelling a bottle of her perfume. 
I'm an eighteen year-old girl and I want to fuck my little sister's brains
out.

   I used to be pretty.  I probably still am, but it's hard to keep a
boyfriend when your sister looks like that, and you're really not
interested in boys anyway.  I'm 5'11 to my sister's 5'1.  My breasts are
larger, my ass smaller in proportion.  I'm thin, but not petite.  I have
long, mousy brown hair below my shoulders, compared to her dark brown and
bleached-blonde streaked style.  My lips are pink and soft, like my
nipples. My eyes are the same color as my hair, while hers are sometimes
emerald green and sometimes almost ocean blue, depending on the light. 
Deanna.  The girl who stole two of my boyfriends.  The girl I wanted in my
bed more than I wanted them anyway.

   Sometimes I hear her in her bedroom, making love to a boy.  She doesn't
even care if our parents are home, except that she's somewhat quieter when
they are.  I can still hear.  Our beds are on adjoining walls.  Once, when
our parents weren't home it was two boys.  She snuck them into her room
when I had gone to bed.  One was her boyfriend.  The other was my boyfriend
at the time.  It sounded like she was sucking off my boyfriend to put on a
show for hers.  And then it became more than a sucking off.  And then it
became more than a two-person show.  I didn't want to listen to her
humiliate me like that, but I cherished the sounds of her pleasure.  I
longed to hear them without a wall between us.

   Last year our parents got divorced and dad moved out.  Mom brought guys
home.  Deanna stole one of them, too.  Mom never found out.  But after she
lost him, even though she didn't know it was to her own daughter, the next
company she brought home was a dyke.  It was my turn.  I stole her.  Right
out of mom's bed, in fact.  They were sleeping after making love, and I
went in to peak.  Turned out the other woman wasn't sleeping.  I was
wearing a nightgown.  For that night, I was pretty again.

   I never saw her again, but neither did mom.  Mom stopped bringing people
home for a while, though.  Then she got her revenge.  She stole one of
Deanna's boyfriends.  He was waiting at our house for my sister.  She was
late as usual.  Probably coming home from a different date.  Mom and I were
hanging out with him.  I went to kitchen to do homework.  Mom went to her
knees to do him a favor.  I watched the whole thing.  Watched him treat her
like a slut.  Watched her slurp his cock like she really was a slut. 
Watched him pull her face down on him hard when he came.  Watched her choke
and cough as she swallowed.  And then watched her take him by the hand and
lead him to the bedroom.

   They were an item for several months after that.  Deanna was pissed. 
She tried to get her revenge by seducing mom's boss and fucking him in
mom's bed, but I cleaned up after them and mom never found out.  I
masturbated while sniffing my sister's wet panties, though, and wrapping
myself in the sheet which was soaked with her sweat and juices.

   She tried to get revenge by humiliating mom more publicly when that
didn't work.  She had a bunch of guys over.  When mom was getting sodas for
everyone, she mentioned that mom had dated one of their high school
classmates for a while.  She hoped it would embarrass her.  And mom did
blush.  But the guys got hard.  Mom took two of them to her bed that night.
Deanna's boyfriend called my sister Mrs.  Thompson while they fucked.  And
I let another two of them masturbate while I fondled my own breasts for
them.

   Our house was becoming a den of perversion.

   And yet I was still unsatisfied in my desire for my sister.

   My first real hope was when Deanna made friends with Laurie, a
Korean-American lesbian from her school.  Laurie was very cute, and I hoped
that spending time with her would get my sister to start thinking in terms
of love without a penis attached.  It definitely helped my sense of hope
that her new friend had a clear crush on her.  How could anyone resist?

   But Deanna was clueless.  I'm not even sure she realized that Laurie was
a lesbian.  I did.  If I hadn't earlier, I would have the moment she buried
her face in my pussy and became my lover on the day of my eighteenth
birthday.  That was four months ago, and we're still technically together,
but it's on the sly and no one knows about it.  She's great in bed.  I love
when she gets on all fours and I lick her from behind.  She likes me to lay
back and spread my legs so she can just devour me in the lesbian missionary
position.  Thank god for those lesbian missionaries!

   Laurie told me one night that she had moved on emotionally from my
sister before she got involved with me, and that was reassuring to my
self-esteem which has seemed to be under attack so much lately.  A few
weeks before our first time together, she had given up on Deanna and had
suddenly noticed me.  I'm glad.  But I myself can't give up on Deanna. 
She's my sister.  We live together.  I see her pretty face and sexy body
every day.  I hear her love-making many nights.  Just the other day, I
happened to look out of my room and saw her walking naked to the bedroom, a
boy's cum dribbling down her legs.

   Of course, it was a lie anyway.  Last night, Laurie was sleeping over in
my bed.  Mom thought she had gone home.  Laurie's mom knew she was sleeping
over at our house, but didn't know that she was sleeping naked.  At one
point she got up to go to the bathroom.  She pulled on a sleep-t-shirt and
a pair of white bikini-cut panties, and padded out into the hallway.  I
snuck to the door and watched, because she is so cute I can't help myself
sometimes.  I wish I had been able to last night, though.

   My sister emerged from her room before Laurie made it to the bathroom.
Before I really understood what was going on, I was lying in bed, listening
to the wall as my sister confessed she had never been with a girl before
and Laurie said that she was glad to be her first.  The sounds of their sex
were incredible.  The little Korean got my sister yelping in no time, and
when they switched into what I assume was a 69, the combination of their
cries was as intoxicating as it was humiliating.  I couldn't help bringing
myself off, though, listening to my sister and my girlfriend.  And wishing
that I was the one making those noises with Deanna.

   Laurie never came back to my bed last night, but she at least had the
decency to not show up in the morning.  I'll probably never see her again.
Mom had a woman with her again last night.  The woman stuck around for
breakfast.  She wasn't glamorous, but she was attractive.  My mom is a fit
woman with luscious curves, hair darker than mine, a face like Deanna's,
and skin that seemed naturally tan.  This woman was taller than any of us,
quite thin, with large breasts and a large but toned ass and full, pouty
lips.  Probably a lot of silicone in her body.  Neither of them had
bothered to dress.  Mom was in her nightgown.  The other woman in a robe
she borrowed from mom.  It was obvious to all eyes that neither of them had
anything else on other than their simple outerwear.

   I could see Deanna's eyes, newly opened to the pleasures of the female
body.  I thought she was going to try to steal mom's girl, but she didn't.
Instead, she whispered in my ear, "She's hot; I'll keep mom busy for a
while, if you want her." I did.  My sister went off with mom to do
something, and I simply told the woman she was gorgeous.

   "What's your name?"

   "Eleanor," I answered.  "What's yours?"

   "Beverly." The she asked, "Do you like older women, Eleanor?"

   "What makes you think I like women at all?"

   "A few minutes agao, you were looking at my thighs, hoping my robe would
part even further."

   I thought for a moment.  "Yes, I like older women," I said.  It was a
little true.  I liked women, period.  Ideally I liked younger girls.  I
liked my sister.  But older women were good, too.

   "Do you like me?"

   "Yes," I said.  It was true.  Fake or not, her curves were not to be
taken lightly.

   And that was all it took.  Within seconds, we were walking up the stairs
as quietly as we could, sneaking into my room, and getting naked.  I was
finding great pleasure in the soft flesh of this woman when suddenly I
heard other noise.  Coming through the wall.  It was my mom's voice.

   "Oh, Deanna, where did you learn to do that?"

   "Laurie taught me."

   "Oh, god, Deanna, be sure to thank her for me."

   "Mmm, I will mommy."

   And then their words turned into animalistic sounds, nonverbal noises
which signified pleasure but did not bother to specify anything further
than that.  The remainder of my time with Beverly this morning was a blur
of fantasy.

   It's evening now.  Deanna and I are home.  Mom is out with Beverly. 
They will be going back to her place tonight, so the house is all ours.  I
assume that my sister will be calling Laurie soon.  Or one of her boys.  Or
both.  Perhaps I should just retire to my room or make plans out.  I really
don't want to see the moment when my girlfriend comes over to make love to
the girl of my dreams.  I think I'll take a shower.  A cool shower.  Try to
cool down.

   Alright, that's a plan.  Woah.  Damn, she's hot.  She's over there,
bending a little as she looks through the stuff on the coffee table, maybe
looking for a magazine.  She's wearing a summer dress.  It's oranges and
yellows and very enticing.

   Fuck cooling off.  Fuck the shower.  I'm going to have my sister.

   I sneak behind and her and slowly get to my knees, careful not to make a
sound.  Then, in as quick a motion as I can, I hoist her skirt up over her
waist and dive on the back of her thigh, sucking as hard as possible.

   "What the fuck?"

   I don't care about her protests.  I grab her legs and spread them.

   "What are you doing?"

   I make it clear what I'm doing.  I taste her pussy through her panties.
It tastes good.  It's all over at that point.  I yank her panties down and
start finger-fucking her mercilessly, covering her ass and thighs with
hard, bruising kisses.  She's my sister.  And I'm gonna make her cum
whether she wants to or not.

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