1) Yes, Sis. I find you more than attractive

Rachel stood there in her pink laced underwear. In spite of her girly white frilly socks and sturdy looking school shoes my little sister looked every inch a woman. I wondered where had her innocence gone? Had it been spirited away in a haze of dope and liqueur? Been taken from her behind a dumpster in some rundown city park? But while I was lost in sordid thought. she asked me once more, "So, am I attractive or not? Answer me damn it."

"Well..." I had always been taught to tell the truth. Plus I love Rachel and didn't want to hurt her when she's already feeling down. So I proudly admitted. "Yes. You're more than attractive."

"You really think so?"

"Yes. But..."

"Mike." Rachel stepped out of her dress that was at her feet."I'm not in the mood for buts." She placed her hand on the back of my neck. "There are no buts." Standing on the tips of her toes she reached up and rested her lips on mine. "I need to feel loved right now. And you're the only man in my life. The only one who has stayed at my side."

My world was racing a million miles per hour. My cock raging in my briefs. This was surely ****. We were crashing hand in hand towards the gates of hell?

I didn't give a fuck. My hand grabbed her ass, squeezed her cheeks tightly through her panties, as I rammed my tongue deep into her mouth. She still tasted of liqueur.

But maybe, with a bit of luck, in twenty minutes she may taste of spunk. My spunk.

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