This story involves consenting sex between adults, between siblings, and between persons of the same sex. If this offends you or you think is not what you want to see, please feel free to pass on... hopefully you will be entertained.
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This is the story of how I got married to the girl of my dreams, when we met through her sister...who also lives with us... and is a constant companion in our bed...
I wasn't planning on having anything to do with Damaris when we used to stay for long hours on overtime at the factory. I was nearing 28, and at twenty, she was a bit too young to even contemplate. Moreover I was running into being a bit stocky, while she was oh so beautifully slim.
Small breasts, true, but having a beautiful ass usually wrapped in grey cycling shorts that clung to her form, and accentuating every movement. It was worse when she wore light-tan coloured apparel. It made her seem that she had no clothes on. It was a given fact that on days like those, the factory floor-space would be measured by the amount of hard-ons.
Once I checked her Facebook page and I was amazed to note that she dug 'older guys'. It was true. None of her closest her friends were young at all. No one under thirty it seemed.
So how did we get it on? Easy really. Here on our island we are blessed (cursed?) with year-round sunshine. Our hanky-panky started in June, when the temperatures were already soaring into their 90s. We had an audit in our factory, and were advised to shift some boxes in the archive room to give a better presentation.
So Damaris and I were contemplating a long hot Friday afternoon in the document archives, with the prospect of going home all sweaty and mucky. The room had a long table and a couple of easy-chairs for document perusal, but since it was rarely used, it had no cooling system in it.
"I am so screwed" I told her, as I contemplated my white shirt. I knew it would be hell to clean-up.
"Me too", she replied with a dismayed look on her face as we contemplated the shelves chock-full of dusty boxes and files. She was wearing a cream coloured floral print dress, light and breezy.
"Oh well, there's only one thing for it." I said, as I started unbuttoning my shirt.
"That's all well for you." Damaris replied grumpily.
"If you want to go ahead, don't let me stop you for a moment" I said as I smiled at her discomfort.
"I would, but uh... I don't have a bra on." she replied.
I laughed at her obvious dismay. "Well, neither do I."
"Is that supposed to help or what? And I need to go shopping straight after work. I can't go all dirty." she pointed out.
I had forgotten how important image was to women even at a supermarket.
"I'm sorry, I appreciate your distress, but if you really want to take off your dress, I promise I won't stare too much. I mean it's not like I haven't seen breasts before. Thank God we have showers here at least."
"Oh well, I'll just have to swallow my pride" she said, as she pulled the dress over her head.
Just like a gawking teen, I sat there mesmerized as Damaris revealed her body, all tanned, with bikini lines that marked her beautiful, small, perky tits. They were simply beautiful. Pear sh¬¬aped breasts with lovely rose-coloured nipples, just begging to be sucked. Her white tongs contrasted sharply with her Mediterranean hue, plunging down from a low-cut to a camel-toe. Her every contour was visible.
"Oh my God!" I exclaimed.
She held the dress to her body in embarrassment. "I thought you said you weren't going to stare."
"No, I said I will try not to stare too much. Please accept my apologies. But I can't help it. You are simply so beautiful."
"Thanks for the compliment. You don't look so bad either."
"Well fair is fair I suppose. Let me take these off."
With a flourish I took my slacks off, leaving me in my boxer shorts, which actually did precious little of hiding my raging hard-on, which was already poking out of the slit at the front.
After locking the door against unwanted visitors, we turned to the work in hand, and after sifting through the first boxes, we realized what a task we had. Damaris was not too keen on taking ladder duties, so it was up to me to choose the files we needed to get rid of, and pass them on to her.
Whenever I handed a box to her, I made sure to keep it just that little bit out of easy reach for her, which in effect made the girl stand up on her toes and reach out with her arms. This accentuated the movement of her beautifully small tits, now shiny with sweat. Her nipples were screwed into tiny little orbs of flesh. Not for the first time, her arms made contact with my dick, which was by then poking unashamedly through the confines of my boxer shorts.
Suddenly while looking through another batch of filing boxes, I felt this wonderfully wet warm feeling spreading through my lower section. I gasped out at the sheer eroticism of the moment. Looking down, I could see that Damaris was working her sweet mouth over my dick, which was at the moment disappearing rapidly down her throat. Now I am not particularly long in that area, having a decidedly normal sized cock, but it was big and thick across.
I nearly fainted at the sensations this nymph was transmitting to me. I held on to dear life on the ladder as she bobbed her face on my engorged tool, threatening to unhook her jaw. I rolled my eyes and moaned again as her nose made contact with my sparse pubic hair, which I usually shave away in summer.
She pulled back, eyes fixed on mine.
