What Is In A Sisterly Gift? - Sex Stories

What Is In A Sisterly Gift?

What Is In A Sisterly Gift?

Janet was fairly light-skinned as girls from an interracial couple went.

She inherited the tall genes from her father and stood at around five feet in height with ten and three-quarter inches in height. Her bust was a respectable pair of double Cs mammaries that made tailoring easy, and her hips and ass were noticeable sways in the planogram of her waist. Her limbs were thin, her stomach was utterly flat, her hair was black, her eyes were dark and her nose was straight.

She could have passed for a tan white girl but then, she didn’t lead a company because of her race. She was simple. She was efficient. She was effective.

Everything her younger sister was not.

“And then I call her, right? Because we just had a nice date and that’s the sort of thing you do, right?” Trisha was angrily saying as Janet resisted the urge to sigh. This was her fault for asking her sister how her life was, “And guess what she told me. Guess!”

“I’m sure you’ll tell me,” Janet replied, doing the bare minimum to answer the rhetorical question.

“She said that I was smothering her!” Trisha threw her hands up in the air, “And that was just our first date! Can you believe that?”

Usually, Janet would either be surrounded by her employees, her clients, or her husband. John died one year ago, making Janet a widow at thirty-one years of age, and she had taken all of December off her calendar one year in advance simply so that she wouldn’t spend her Christmas ...

... alone. In retrospect, a whole month was a bit too much, but her recent husband’s death had evidently not given her a clear mind.

A year later and it was still on the schedule so here she was in her parent’s home, with her twenty-two-year-old sister still being the same hopeless case that she was.

Ever since Trisha had begun noticing girls, because unlike Janet she wasn’t bi, she’d been like this. Because, oh no, being like Janet would have given her a bigger pool of prospective partners to work with, but she just had to bat for one single team. And even then, Trisha should have been able to make that work.

She inherited the same pleasant dark skin that their mother had, her lips being a very pretty darker shade that didn’t even need lipstick to stand out. She was smaller than Janet, not petite exactly, but the right size of about five feet and five inches. Her hair color was the same shade of black as Janet's, but her eyes, oh god her eyes. They were deep blue pupils that just about anyone could have lost themselves in.

But if the only thing Trisha had going for her was a cute face and luscious skin, Janet would have been more patient with her. But of course, her stupid sister managed to fuck up being a fairly attractive woman too.

She was chubby, that was true. But she had a healthy layer of fat around her frame that a woman could just squeeze through her hands. Even if she wasn’t seductively thick, her breasts were enormous. They were F cups that made Janet ...