What Is In A Sisterly Gift? - Sex Stories

What Is In A Sisterly Gift?

... sometimes wonder if she shouldn’t be complaining about backaches instead. And if that wasn’t enough, her hips were enormous, holding on to an ass that was big enough for anyone to lose a head in.

And if THAT wasn’t enough, Trisha was a rare futanari. A woman who literally had it all; A tight pussy, meaty testicles and a penis. And if that wasn’t all, her penis was absolutely mind-boggling big; if Janet recalled correctly it was about a little bit over a foot long. By far the biggest that she had ever seen.

But after ten years of failing to leverage any of that to get herself a partner, well, Janet could only conclude that Trisha was just bad at things.

Maybe it was her boring personality. Maybe it was the fact that she only sought out other college girls. Maybe she just thought that she didn’t need to do anything but show up on a date to make it work.

“Yeah, so don’t expect me to bring anyone home this year,” Trisha said as she looked at her parents, who patiently let her air her grievances.

Whatever the reason was, it was clear to Janet that her younger sister was just fairly entitled.

“Or ever, more like,” Janet snorted as she sipped the coffee that her mother had been kind enough to prepare for them.

“We can’t all be tall, thin and successful like you, Janet,” her sister dismissed her, despite honestly being a walking wet dream.

“It’s been ten years, Trisha,” Janet’s fingers drummed down on the chair she was sitting on, “Ever since I got married, ...

... no, ever sinceI went to college it’s been the exact same thing with you year to year. Do you know what your problem is?”

“I’m sure you’ll tell me,” Trisha sarcastically replied.

“You haven’t changed a bit,” Janet said, “You are the same as you always have been; undisciplined, you don’t plan anything and you make bad decisions. You aredumb.”

“That’s enough Janet,” their father disapprovingly said.

“No, no, let her talk,” Trisha replied, fixing Janet with a glare, “She’s here only once a year and she thinks she’s already figured it all out.”

“Baby-” their mother started to say.

“No, you know what? I feel really bad that John died last year, I really do,” Trisha said, “Because if he weren’t? Maybe he’d get it through your head that just because you decide that you want someone, and plan everything out, that things won’t just work out because you want them to!”

The young black girl got up and pushed her chair away.

“We can’t all be perfect like you!” she yelled before she ran to her room.

How immature.

“Right, well, let me just go have a talk with her,” their father sighed as he got up.

“No, no, let me do it,” Janet also got up and stretched. The bones in her spine popped and she sighed with relief as she started to walk, “It’s about we had a heart-to-heart talk anyway.”

“Are you sure?” their father asked.

“I’ve got a plan,” Janet told them and, like always, that relieved her parents.

Her plans, after all, always worked.

To further prove ...