My s*****'s First Anal - Sex Stories

My s*****'s First Anal

I can still remember the night I got the call. My s****r was crying on the phone. Her girlfriend had just left her for another woman. After crying for several hours she said she was going to be staying some local hotel to which I told her no way. She would come and stay with her big b*****r. My house is nice. I bought as a steal from a couple going through divorce who just wanted to get rid of it and split the cash. The house has a bar with game room, a pool table, and I keep the bar stocked. There are three bedrooms, a massive master bedroom bathroom... more than enough room for some great parties. Fifteen minutes later, Ginger is at the door and collapsing in my arms in tears. She's very slight, 5'4 weighing 105 pounds at most, so I easily picked her up and carried her to one of my spare bedrooms. I let her cry herself out on my shoulder and then I told her to get some sl**p. For the next five days, she barely said a word, just moped from the bedroom to the bathroom, eating what I gave her, and crying in privacy till she fell asl**p. I let her, figuring she'd snap out of the depression herself, and sure enough day six she seemed more herself. For that evening's dinner, she prepared a great meal along with some wine she chose from my bar, which she started to drink right off the bat. After the first bottle she continued having drinks until she was quite d***k. She verbally abused her ex-girlfriend, describing horrid tortures she'd wish she would suffer for over an hour ...

... before she noticed that I really wasn't paying that much attention. "I'm sorry!" she said sounding overly apologetic. "I'm boring you. I'm such a stupid boring bitch!" "No you are not, you’re d***k and angry, and you have every right to be." I said reasonable from the couch in the bar area. "I drove her away by being such a self-involved bitch," she said bitterly and angrily. "I doubt it. She's just screwed up in the head." "You think so? Maybe I wasn't pretty enough." "Not likely." I responded with a snort of derision. Mousy blonde, thin, cute face, blue eyes, nice sized breasts and a small round ass, what guy or girl wouldn't find that pretty enough? "Oh yeah? You think your little s****r is hot?" She asked as she began a d***ken, sultry walk in my direction. "Yea, you're my s****r." I stated. "But you’re so hot, any guy or girl would be lucky to have you." My s****r got to the couch and collapsed against me, sliding her body along mine that f***ed my cock to respond instinctively. Of course my s****r placed her hand against it to up right herself. "I don't think it matters that I'm your s****r." She said with a devilish grin as she began to stoke my hard-on through my pants. "Don't do that!" I said as I pushed her hand off. "Why not? You like it," she stated. I said firmly, "Come on, time for bed." "Cum on what?" she asked coyly, "You’ve got do more than that to make your little s****r cum." "That is not what I meant and you know it," I said in frustration. "Don't be mad at ...