What Is In A Sisterly Gift? - Sex Stories

What Is In A Sisterly Gift?

... Janet’s point, her sister’s door was unlocked. Despite the fact that she consumed pornography like some people consumed air, it was a bad habit that she had gotten into since she was a kid and then never lost. After a while, the rest of the family just learned to knock. But then, that is how Janet found out how incredible her penis was….but she digressed.

The door to her room was unlocked and her younger sister looked at her with big wide eyes as she pouted from her bed. She had her head buried in a pillow and those blue orbs shined in the afternoon light. As Janet thought, there was no good reason why her sister should have such a shitty love life.

And then she breathed in the air of the room.

Oh wow, it was musky.

“What are you doing here?” Trisha suspiciously asked.

“I came to fix your love life,” Janet honestly replied. The posters on the wall were new, but they followed a theme that Trisha had possessed all her life.

They were full of tall and thin older women. Most of them white, but a few of them were black, so the race factor wasn’t THAT important.

And Janet was half in between, anyway.

“I don’t want your help,” Trisha automatically replied. As if her willingness mattered.

“I am going to get you a woman,” Janet said as if she hadn’t said anything, pacing around the room as she observed how much of a mess it was. They were going to have to fix that, “One that can show you the way to get AND keep whomever you want.”

“Are you deaf?” Trisha ...

... demanded, “I said I don’t want her.”

“Weren’t you the one that said that I get whom I want simply because I plan things out?” Janet asked, “Well, I plan to get you a woman.”

The walls didn’t lie and neither did the porn that her sister perused; Trisha wouldn’t be able to resist for long and Janet would make sure of it.

“I am not you, sis,” Trisha hissed, “Just…just leave me alone!”

“But I am me,” Janet replied nodding her head as the plan came together in her head, “And I am going to show you what love is about.”

“Yeah, because what I need is clearly a wingwoman,” Trisha rolled her eyes, “And-wait, what do you mean YOU are going to show me what love is about?”

It just made sense, didn’t it?

“I mean that I’m going to be the woman you are with,” Janet replied as if it were obvious.

Janet had already had her chance at love and now, in her thirties, probably never would again. The rest of her life was going to be her work, her career and the bottomless climb to the top. She would find fuck buddies and one-night stands a plenty, no doubt, but what was her body if not just drag right now?

Who was she as a woman if not a waste? The years would drag on and she would hit her menopause before she blinked. She would grow old and then all that she would have is her memories and the pride of her past successes.

So why not let her sister use her?

That is what the corporate mind of a woman who squeezed and used all her assets, whether material or employees, ...