How I Became Big Sister's Sex Slave - Sex Stories

How I Became Big Sister's Sex Slave

tapes we have filmed over the years: http://linkz.it/7iR4 This all started the summer I turned 18. My older sister, Karen, was home from college for the summer. Karen was 20 and had been away at school for awhile, so at first it seemed weird to be living with her again. Karen and I had always gotten along alright, typical brother and sister stuff, but we were totally different types of people. I'm a tall, skinny kid, kinda quiet and shy. I have a few close friends at school, and I've even had a couple of girlfriends, but definitely no major relationships, and I'm certainly far from experienced in the sex department. Karen, on the other hand, is more or less my exact opposite--outgoing, extremely social and friendly. When she was in high school Karen was a total party machine--Week nights, weekends, whenever. She'd always had tons of different boyfriends and was really popular. In fact, she was such a wild child that I think my parents were pretty relieved to send her off to college. Also, although being her brother I'd never really noticed it, everyone at school (at least all the guys) thought Karen was totally hot: shoulder-length natural honey-blonde hair, full, pouty lips, blue eyes, large, firm breasts, a tight curved ass and legs to die for. She tanned year round, either laying out (in the summer) or at a tanning booth (in the winter) so year round she had a perfect complexion. Yeah, my sister was hot, and she knew it. She got a kick out of teasing all the guys who were ...

... constantly checking her out, flirting with them and driving them crazy. Whenever any of my friends from school would come over to the house Karen would really put on a class act, wearing her sluttiest outfits, super short skirts, virtually non-existent tops that showed off her cleavage really well. She would "accidentally" drop something and bend down really slowly right in front of them until her ass was practically totally exposed, or lean down to talk to them and show plenty of cleavage as her top opened. This drove my friends wild, but they did seem to visit a lot. Anyway, this particular summer when Karen came home she seemed different--still totally hot, with the party girl attitude, but different around me, friendlier somehow. The moment she walked in the door, before she even tried to find mom and dad, she ran over to me and gave me a big hug. "Hey Brian, long time no see! Did you miss me?" I was a little taken aback by this but managed to mumble, "Yeah, I guess so." She laughed and then stepped back and said, "Hey check it out, you like it? I just had it done a month ago." Karen pulled up her top a little to expose her stomach and a nice gold bellybutton ring. "Yeah, it's cool. Mom and dad'll probably freak, though." Again that low, throaty laugh. "Who says they have to know?" Still laughing, she walked into the kitchen. Things were pretty normal for the first few weeks of summer. I'd gotten a part time job at a nearby supermarket and Karen was out with friends a lot ...