Forgiveness and Reconciliation - Chapter 1 - Everything has a Beginning - Sex Stories

Forgiveness and Reconciliation - Chapter 1 - Everything has a Beginning

... their best to just get through the day. The usual family schisms and complications, I'm sure you understand. During this party, photo albums were passed around and pointed at. A cake shaped like a basketball was eaten. Classmates of my sister stopped by and exchanged gifts with her. Family friends stomped in to give her a congratulations card and catch up with our parents. Money was collected from all said cards. I was made to pose next to her for even more pictures. The standard graduation party affair, I assure you. And while most of this day was fairly boring for me, it's important to relate to you what I can of it. It was nearing the end of the day when something of note took place. The party had died down some couple hours ago, with the departure of our witch-cackling Aunts. All of Rachel's friends had already came by. There was to be another, less family oriented party at the local lake after it had gotten properly dark that Rachel was going to head off to. All day Rachel had been squeezed into this dress. It was white from the waist up with black flowers on it, with a bushy yellow skirt which went to her ankles. She was propped up on these horrid high heels which I believe she wanted to smash our mother's head in with for making her wear them. Suffice to say, she was more than a lot unhappy about what she was wearing when she finally came to me. I was laying on my bed, with a copy of "Hyperion" propped open on my leg. I was just getting to the Detective's story of ...

... the cyborg when she crashed through my door, wobbling on her dreadful shoes, cursing under her breath with words that were beyond human language. She plopped down on my bed, her back to me, and then flopped down fully, her head resting on my stomach, sending the book to the floor and breaking my concentration fairly completely. "Well hi there Sis. What can I do for you?" Her response was to groan and sob slightly, twisting her shoulders and head so her short black hair crumbled up my shirt. "Kill me now, Justin. Kill me now, before these shoes do. What on God's green earth was Mother thinking?" "That bad, really? They make you the height of an actual person though!" This was well received on her part, as she slapped me in the chest in response. She lifted her legs up and tried to kick her shoes off a few times before finally managing it. I felt a lump form in my throat as I watched her, her little kicks making her small breasts jiggle softly. My eyes were glued to them, the angle we were at allowing me a good view down the front of her dress. I wanted desperately to reach out and touch them, knowing that I shouldn't, and trying hard not to, well, get hard. A battle I was was losing badly after she turned her face to look up at me, with those beautiful brown eyes. I had no chance to hide where I was looking or the obvious discomfort that was forming in the crotch of my pants. She locked onto my eyes and smiled. The ticking of the clock was the only sound for a few, deeply ...