Desi sex story : My sex hungry married elder sister
My elder sister and her husband had separated and I had been helping her with projects around the house like the yard mowing, landscaping and maintenance. She was at list 10 years older than me. My mother and father were died before and I lived alone in my house. I would drive up on Friday night and stay until Sunday afternoon most of the time. She lived about seventy miles away and it was a great place to get away. Plus, I was single, so I didn’t really have anything better to do. I figured I could do most anything she needed done better and cheaper than anyone she could find in town. She had a nice, small house way out in the country, miles away from “civilization.” I had been up there to help with things three weekends in a row until one Friday night, everything changed. She was totally frustrated for not managing a decent man for fucking. , may be because of her twin-baby daughter no one showing interest on her. She was working in a law firm and was desperately looking for a full time baby sitter also. She found an unusual solution for all her problems. Yes the solution was me. She thought if she somehow managed to take me in bed then she will have a permanent fucking partner when she needs and a full time free baby-sitter. I was young and no one was there to stop her. She also thought if I stay with her she can also have fun with other men leaving her babies to her baby-sitter brother. It was a temporary solution for her. She knew she will not able to hold me for long. But she thoughts if she gets some time then she could manage some decent man as her partner. But she never knew I am having a 9 inched.
That day I pulled up to her house about seven-thirty that evening and she greeted me outside as usual. Usually her greeting also came with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, but this time she kissed me on the lips. Not a quick kiss either; this one lasted for a few seconds. Mildly startled, I backed up for a minute and wondered what had just happened. She just laughed and said, “My, aren’t we a little bashful this evening.”
I almost felt the redness of my face as it blushed out of control. “I just wasn’t expecting that,” I said.
“What’s so wrong with a sister kissing her brother?” she continued.
I guess she was right; it did seem harmless. We went inside for a nice steak dinner she had fixed. After dinner we sat on the couch and watched TV for awhile. We were both drinking cold Heinekens to break the heat of the awful summer weather. By ten o’clock, we were both getting a little buzz going. All of a sudden my sister reached over, grabbed me, and kissed me passionately on the lips. Again, I was startled. Being a bit intoxicated though, I leaned over and returned the favor. She smiled and stood up in front of me.
I had never really thought of her in a sexual way, but I couldn’t keep from noticing what a gorgeous body she had. Firm tits and an ass to die for, she stood there in a pair of skin- tight jeans and a short little T-shirt that showed off her cute little belly button. She had long dark brown hair and a light complexion. We were eight years apart in age; I was twenty-three, she was thirty-one. “You seem awful surprised by those kisses; would you like another surprise?” she playfully said.