My Sister

by Georges

I am a married man of 48 years old, married with Veronica. We have a son who just went overseas for his tertiary studies.

I loved my wife but she was the sort of woman enjoying quick sex, She did not like fantasms, shaved her pussy, She never cried when we fucked.

Sexually, it was as if I was the North and her the South.

My sister Jane, who was my elder by 8 years had emigrated to Australia when she got married at the age of 25.

Before her wedding I often peeped at her, taking her shower through a little hole.

I was at a loss when she flew away with her husband.

She had a fabulous body, with a hairy pussy and armpit and became addicted to women like her.

Once, I came home earlier than usual, I heard cries coming from my sister's room.

I thought it was a burglar but it was in fact my sister who was fucking hard with her fiancée.

I have jerked my cock and cum so many times thinking about my sister.

Later on, I fell in love with my wife to be.

Unfortunately, she was the contrary of my sister, sexually speaking. But I loved her.

Then, after several years abroad, my sister Jane came back after she became a widow at the age of 56.

She sold everything and came back. She stayed with us during two months whilst looking for a new house to buy.

One day, when we were alone, and after having drunk some beers, she asked me if I was happy.

I told her that it was the case BUT ...She asked "Why BUT?"

I then told her the reasons thereof and I told her about my sexual frustration and I even told her that I had loved to see her body, with her hairy pussy and armpit and that I had secretly seen her fucking loud with her fiancé.

She smiled and told me that she knew that I peeped at her and that I often played with her dirty strings but did not know that I saw her being fucked.

She was excited about that but she could not take the first step, because I was too young and said "We have to catch up the lost moments, my darling brother."

She undressed herself and me also.

She sucked me greedily and put herself on her knees, begging me to fuck her hard.

But I told her that before that, I must suck her pussy and asshole.

When I did that, she began to cry louder and louder.

Fortunately, it started raining and our neighbours' houses were at a respectable distance.

We fucked for hours like beasts.

She bought a beautiful house a week after and I visit her very often.

No need to say that our fucking became hotter and hotter.

However, though I still love my wife, I fucked her less that one day she asked me if my health was OK.

It's now her, who ask me to fuck her...Even if she has improved, she will not reach my sister's level.