What Is In A Sisterly Gift? - Sex Stories

What Is In A Sisterly Gift?

... down to the last drop concluded. Her husband was dead and what did that render her if not just another resource? It was better this way.

“You-” Trisha choked out, those beautiful eyes of her looking at her as if she wasn’t sure she had heard right, “A-are you serious?”

Janet sighed as she reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. She took the hem of her pants and pulled it forward as she thrust said phone inside her crotch.

The “click” of a photo being taken sounded and Janet raised the phone so she could inspect it. It wasn’t the best she’d ever taken, but it was good enough for this.

She then messaged the picture.

Trisha’s phone dinged and she dumbly pulled it out. She turned it on, got through her password screen and dumbly looked at what Janet had just taken.

A lovely picture of her vagina.

“I’ve got a whole month to seduce you,” Janet said, thinking about all of the opportunities that simply living in the same house with her sister gave her. She snorted, “Though it would be smoother for everyone involved if you just gave up right now and accepted it.”

With that, she left her shell-shocked sister still staring at her with wide eyes as she left the room. And, because there was no time like the present, she swayed her hips as she did so, knowing that anything she did after a big impression would be sure to stay with Trisha for a long time.

Either way, this yearly bitching of hers was going to come to a ...

... stop.

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Trisha didn’t complain about her love life again after…that.

Not because she didn’t want to, was it really so horrible that she liked to vent? But because there were greater things….in her mind.

She was a college student who was currently studying to be an artist. Not a terribly hard thing to do if she was going to be honest as she DID think she had a talent for it, but she didn’t want to just survive. She wanted to live!

She’d always had a fairly high libido that had gotten her into more problems than not, especially because it felt as though she had the sex drive of BOTH a woman and a man at the same time, but she’d been fairly respectful to her dates when she actually managed to get them. She’d be nice, she’d be pleasant and she’d be VERY interested. But the most she’d ever gotten from any of them was a handjob back in senior high school once.

And she still masturbated to its memory to this day.

Except…that picture her sister sent her was now in her mind even as she….made good on her promise? Her threat? Her-whatever this was?

“Good morning,” Janet yawned and stretched one day as she came into the kitchen, wearing nothing but panties and a shirt that did nothing to hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Nothing Trisha wouldn’t herself want to do, except she’d never taken a picture of her crotch and sent it to Janet!

“Aren’t you cold, hon?” their father asked as he prepared breakfast from the kitchen. Their ...