Dear old (figuratively) Sis

Charlie’s sister Mat was hot and he never denied it.

As said before didn’t understand normal people and their likes & dislikes. Charlie knew that the family taboo was dangerous because it could let to inbreeding. But if the girl didn’t get pregnant then Charlie just didn’t get why people hated **** so much.

Mat was darkish blonde and had a tight model’s body. Her tits were small but full and firms, her ass was hard and round. She even had a tramp stamp without their parents finding out because of the drunk advice of their grandmother.

She had been a legal adult for only four months and she was living it up. Every weekend she went to a nightclub with her friends, to a date with whoever she had at the time or to a hook up’s place for the night.

Charlie had being cultivating the idea that Mat was compensating for something she lacked or didn’t allowed herself to have. But that was just a theory.

At the moment Mat was wearing a black lace dress that let see that she had no underwear under it, her ass mostly exposed, a pair of stockings hugging her long legs and she had a pair of matching black high heels in one hand and a handbag in the other as she ran down the stairs.

“Hey” She told Charlie, barely registering his presence, as she sat down on the couch next to him, quickly putting her heels on.

“Are you in a hurry for anything?” Charlie asked sarcastically.

Mat was done with her shoes and was now perfecting her makeup with a portable mirror from her handbag and a little sponge with mascara “Eh? Oh, not really, just really excited about my date”

“With the Michel guy, right?” Charlie asked, remembering an Asian guy that was working in his Art major degree taking Mat out last week.

“That loser? Nah, I dumped him, couldn’t keep up with me. I’m going out with Stu Parker, maybe you know him?”

Charlie almost gagged. He may be ignorant to to most of the reasons to society’s norms but he was sure one thing wasn’t right “You’re going out with my History teacher?!”

Mat shivered in blissful anticipation “God, yes! My friend Sharon told me she slept with him a few months ago on her 19th birthday and she told me he was huge downstairs”

That was a piece of information that Charlie didn’t want to know, and he was suddenly very thankful that History was just a requirement on his first year.

He wished that he could do something about his sister’s out of control ways. Well, he was studying to become a phycologist, this could be good practice.