What Is In A Sisterly Gift? - Sex Stories

What Is In A Sisterly Gift?

... mother worked late at her job, so she was still in bed.

“I’m comfortable, but I could put something else on if you like,” Janet said as she walked up to him, seeming to ignore Trisha and the way she tried to not look at her.

There was just so much to see.

“The second one of you gets a boyfriend, girlfriend or whatever you are going to stop that,” their father grumbled, “I swear, it’s like I am speaking to little girls sometimes.”

“I guess being here makes me nostalgic,” Janet said in that infuriatingly reserved way of hers. As if anything that happened was within her calculations.

“Well, that’s not bad,” their father breathed out as Janet stepped next to him and leaned on the kitchen counter, her elbows propping her face up.

Janet arced her back and thrust her ass out even as their father cut up vegetables for breakfast. She thrust it in the direction of Trisha even as her fingers traced the contours of her ass.

She wasn’t even looking at Trisha, and already she was tantalizing her.

And, because tracing that shapely tight ass wasn’t enough, she reached down to her panties where they went into her taint and slipped a finger into the bind.

And then she pulled it out aside enough that Trisha started seeing curly pubic hairs-

“Trisha?” their father asked, turning around and making Janet pull her finger away as if she hadn’t been doing anything.

“Yeah, Dad?” Trisha said, shaking her head.

“I asked if you were fine with bacon,” their father ...

... repeated himself.

“Ah, yeah, sure, anything is fine,” Trisha said, trying to get her mind out of the gutter. The smug expression on her sister’s face soured the whole thing for her.

It wasn’t the first or last time that Janet made good on her word and didthings.

“Oops,” she said as she dropped her towel when she was coming out of bathroom, flashing Trisha with all of her light-skinned goods for a brief moment before picking it right back up.

“Is anything wrong?” their mother would ask when they were seeing a movie and Janet sat next to her, her hand on her thigh through the whole thing but never getting close enough for Trisha to swipe it away.

She’d get pictures in the middle of the night sometimes. Pictures that she knew she shouldn’t even open but the draw of that first vagina pic was still fresh in her mind. They were never as good as that first one, but they were tantalizing all the same.

The picture of a nipple. The picture of Janet pouting into the camera. The picture of her posing in her underwear.

Trisha tried to drive the whole thing away with porn…but it was hard to masturbate when all she wanted to look at when doing it were those fucking pictures.

And, yes, she’d lost the battle here and there. Once or twice. But her sister was the one person she didn’t want to lose against.

Like, Trisha had never been into incest but Janet was the EXACT sort of woman she liked. And now that she had started looking at her this way, the “incest” keyword ...