A New Day, A New You part 9 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 9

... learned a few things. I had to buy books and watch videos so I knew what I was doing and didn’t build something that would break when you stepped on it,” I inform my half sister not happy with having to explain myself. “Why didn’t you tell me you were rebuilding the house,” Wilma asks now trying to calm us both down. “Because you didn’t care. All you ever thought of is ‘I want a baby’. That’s it and nothing else, not where did the new floor come from or when did anyone make sure we had windows in the kitchen. Just big brother fuck me and get me pregnant,” I raise my voice and stand up as Wilma cowers a little. I am mad but she’s my sister and I love her, more than she has thought over the past few years. I leave her room heading to my own, the walk is right next door and I don’t slam it but people will know I closed it. I strip down and put some shorts on before settling into bed for sleep. I have been asleep for two hours when the guard comes around to check, he’s late they’re supposed to be by every hour. I wake up enough to remember that I’m not in jail and there is no guard but my door opens all the same. I reach over and turn to lamp on to see Wilma closing the door, wearing long pajama bottoms and a baggy t shirt. These are foreign clothes for her, I know pretty much everything she has for clothes and this doesn’t fit her need for tight and revealing wear and besides that Wilma sleeps nude. She walks up to the bed, it’s a decent sized full queen bed that I got since ...

... I’m bigger than everyone else and she is standing next to it. “Can I sleep in here with you please,” Wilma asks quietly, she never asks. I nod and she crawls in next to me as I reach over and cut the light. It’s quiet and nearly pitch black as she shuffles around in the bed trying to get comfortable while I lie on my back and listen. Jail you sleep on your back unless you’re someone’s bitch, then you sleep on your side so your bunk mate can get up next to you. I was a bitch for about six months then I beat my cellmate and earned an additional year inside, that was how I missed my twenty first birthday outside in the world. Wilma is still shifting around till I put my arm under her head as she is facing away and roll her over so that she’s resting her head against my chest. I can feel her hand on my stomach, she’s nervous, the girl who looks forward to Guy’s wife Katy binding her up for a day and making her recite the rules they put in place over here so she doesn’t run wild on the world is nervous about touching me. “You do love me right,” Wilma asks and I can feel her shake. “Yes I do,” I tell her quietly kissing the top of her head. “Do you want to have a family with me,” Wilma asks and that question is the one that I never thought she’d ask. “Yes I do, I love you and I can’t think of you as my sister when I want you,” I tell her and she looks confused. “That’s because you’re a dummy, don’t get hung up on a label. Besides our father was an asshole,” Wilma says cuddling in ...