My sister Holly is a fun loving, lively woman. When we were growing up we were best friends. We are only a bit over a year apart so we had a lot of the same friends and did a lot of the same things.
We would use our imagination and make up plays and do role playing, secret agent stuff and murder mysteries. Then we found wrestling! At such a young age we thought it was real, then as we got older we realized it was fake, but lots of fun.
We would do "wrestling" and got lots of bruises and fat lips because we didn't know what we were doing. We even got a bunch of thin wood and made a chair. She would break it over my back, and it would shatter into a million pieces. The wood was so flimsy that more than once she picked it up and it fell apart.
We both went to college and met people we thought was "the one." Turns out hers was it, mine was a series of women who weren't ready to get married. They liked the fancy meals and going to the movie on my dime, so I just kind of backed off women for a little while. I was sure I would find the right one, I just had to wait a bit.
Holly comes over once or twice a month to get away from her husband and kids. Don't get me wrong, Jake is a good guy, but he is really old school. The woman is supposed to take care of the house and kids, even if she works, which Holly does. We play games or watch a movie, sometimes we go out to dinner. Once every couple of months she stays overnight and we leave early in the morning to go visit mom. Mom is not the kind of woman you want your kids around, so Holly takes them to see her on Thanksgiving and Christmas, the rest of the year it's just her and I.
One night she came over and we started playing Parcheesi, that is one of our favorite games. I told her I would go get us a couple of beers. As I was heading back she blocked the doorway. She grabbed on to the jams and planted her feet and said, "What's the password?" When we were young that would start a wrestling session.
She had a mischievous smile and asked for the password again. There was never a password it was just our way of saying let's wrestle.
I put the beers back in the fridge and came back. We got into what we believed was a wrestling hold, I put my hands on her shoulders, she put her hands on mine and we put our heads together. Then we started wrestling, we rolled around on the floor changing holds and who was pinned down. While we were rolling around I would occasionally grab her breast. It wasn't really on purpose, but I did like the feeling of her round firm tits in my hands. She didn't seem to mind.
After a short bit we were both panting and sweating, I lost my grip and she was able to roll me onto my back and straddle me. As she did that she kept moving back and forth to get into a better position. While she is my sister, I am still a guy and her moving around like that made me start to get hard. In the house I wear sweat shorts and a t shirt, so it was obvious what was happening.
Holly wiggled a bit more then looked down between us and said, "You know you're a perv. You are getting a hard on, and I'm your sister."
She had my arms pinned above my head, but because we were sweating so much she slipped and her breast was right there within reach and I saw that her nipples were hard. So I raised my head a bit and gave her a little nip on her nipple. She jumped a bit and that gave me the opportunity to roll her over and get on top of her.
I was a bit surprised when she wrapped her legs around my waist and held tight. "You know, only a perv would do that to his own sister." She said with that same mischievous smile.
I didn't say anything. My little head was saying that here was a woman who had all the right stuff in all the right places, my big head was saying that this was my sister and she was right.
All of this took only seconds to go through my head even though it seemed like hours. I leaned down and gave her a kiss on the lips, closed mouth, tight lipped kiss, but a kiss all the same. I had her in the same position she had me earlier, her hand were pinned above her head.
I let her arms go and started to get up, but she grabbed the back of my head and pulled it down to her. She kissed me, and I don't mean a sisterly kiss. This was a full blown tongue wrapping, spit swapping, passionate kiss.
She let my head go and I got up. I was in a state of mild shock, my sister had just kissed me more passionately than any other woman had. She didn't look flustered, but didn't look me in the eye either as she said, "I have to get going. I'll see you later," and left.
The wrestling, the boob grabbing, and the kiss had me fired up, so I went to the shower and took matters into my own hand. Good thing my shower has grab bars because when I started to blow my load my knees got weak.
I was a bit surprised when she called on Wednesday and said she was coming over on Friday evening. We never saw each other that soon. When she came over she had her overnight bag, that meant we were going to see mom the next day. I was a bit confused because this was not the month we were supposed to see her.
She broke out the Parcheesi game and we sat there getting ready to play. Then with a little grin she said, "You know, we have been playing this forever, let's do something different."
"Like what?"
