**I have posted under another name in the past, but I don't have access to that account any longer, so I took my story and remade it to a much better story. All of the information is true.**
For as long as I can remember, my sister and I have had a very close relationship. The one thing that has made our relationship even closer than other brother-sister relationships is that we have been having sex with one another for as many years as I can remember. I am not sure what the precursor was to the sexual nature of our relationship, but after we started having it, I learned very quickly that I could initiate it and with minimal resistance, she would be more than willing to take a good fucking and she would never make me wear a condom, which made it all the better. She has never had good relationships with men, which probably could be attributed to her low levels of self-confidence and self-esteem, so she had the propensity to marry real jackasses.
When she got married the first time, I was still able to fuck her, as much as I wanted. She divorced him and came back home and the sex continued, but after long, she was getting married a second time and the sex stopped cold-turkey. I was happy, if she were happy, but disappointed that I wouldn't be able to get a piece of ass whenever I wanted.
I work in a pretty stressful position as the executive of a small agency within a larger organization. I started to get burned out from all of the nonsense that I had to put up with, so I called my sister for some comfort.
"Sue, I really need to talk to you about something and I hope that you keep this in the strictest confidence. I am so fucking stressed out from this damn job that I am ready to go nuts and walk away from it all."
"Guy, I don't want you to feel upset, because you know that I love you and care about you."
I replied, "Maybe if things were like they had been at one time, the stress would go away and I would have a reason to stick around."
There was a moment of silence, which had actually felt like a lifetime, but it ended when Sue started to say something. "I have a wonderful idea. I know that you don't ever use your vacation time, so why don't you take the next couple of days off and join me for some fun in the sun in Atlantic City. I have a comp for a suite, so we would only need money to gamble with."
Before I get further into this story, I should take a moment to describe the two of us. Sue is 35 years-old with very fair skin due to our Irish ancestry and is about 5'3 and 175 pounds with light brown shoulder length hair and hazel colored eyes. Oh...you probably want to know about the goodies. She doesn't shave her pussy, so she has a lot of hair down there, which is fine with me because every other woman that I have fucked was either bald-eagle or had a landing strip. It doesn't take much at all to get her all soaking wet, which I have always loved. Her tits are a 36C cup and shaped like the most perfect cantaloupes that you would ever find and they are all natural, which I love even more. She isn't the perfect, waif looking model-type, but big girls need loving too and I am all the more willing to help out. I am 25, 6'0 and 225 pounds, brown hair, brown eyes, and a ten inch package that is five inches thick.
It was a Monday afternoon that was as hot as hell in Philadelphia, so I went to her office to pick her up in my brand-new sports car, which was one of the good things that came out of working this crumby job. She hadn't seen it before and all of the girls in her office came outside to ogle it, which caused a decent stir in my pants, but I tried to control it because my sole focus for the trip was to relax and forget about everything for a little bit. We got to the gambling mecca in a little over an hour or so, because I heard those pesky Jersey State Troopers have been really cracking down on speeders. We arrived to the hotel and I threw my keys to the Valet Guy, who had a huge grin on his face when he saw how sweet my car was. We checked into the hotel and the woman at the desk was quite friendly with us and provided us with a key to our luxury suite on one of the upper floors.
As soon as we got into the room, we immediately dropped our bags onto the floor in amazement as we saw how beautiful it looked. The room was incredibly spacious with a living room-type area as soon as you walked in and at the back of the room was the bedroom. The bedroom was incredible with two king size beds and a view of the Atlantic Ocean.
My sister loves to gamble, so she didn't need to be asked twice if she wanted to go down to the gambling floor and play for a little bit. We agreed to meet back together at 11pm, so that we could get some shut-eye, as we would be there for the next couple of days. I decided to head over to the tables while Sue decided that she was going to play the slot machines. Time flew by pretty quickly and I found that I was doing really well on the winnings, so I decided that I needed to walk away with what I had won. I met up with my sister, who had lost a good bit of money, so she was agreeable to heading up to the room.
When we got up to the room, she fixed herself a drink while I drew a bubble bath for her, as I thought that she might be as stressed as I was. There were a couple of candles in the bathroom, so I lit these as well, to add to the ambiance that I was trying to create. Sue thought that I was being a really sweet younger brother, but I had some other motives on my mind and they could be sweet, if that is what she wanted.