Kim was shy, quiet, and insecure. She matured quicker than most girls did, at the age of 8 she was already in a B cup. By the time she was a freshman in High School, she needed to get breast reductions (36 DD) down to a perfect 36 C. All the girls hated her, because she was an eye catcher. You just couldnât help but look at her; you know exactly what I mean. No matter how old you were, if you were a male or female, policeman or teacher, you just stopped dead in your tracks and had to look. Model material, she was HOT and she never let it go to her head. She had a couple breakdowns, due to a complex she obtained, from people, just people in general. Spent a few months here and there in mental wards, met with many psychologists, and was prescribed, many uppers and downers. She was going through hell, all due to her appearance. She knew, nobody would ever take her serious in the real world. Everyone always tried to get into her pants. Teachers, Uncles, Psychologists, Pediatricians, Employers, Everyone!!! She was a basket case, by the time she graduated high school.
Everyone always told her that she should become a model, well, when she turned 18 she decided to give it a shot. Still living at home with Mom and Dad, trying to balance college, work, and modeling. Mom and Dad supported her 100%; of course I did too. Kim and I werenât real close, because I had my own things going on. For example; who I was going to fuck next? Nothing, was a challenge, everything is attainable. That was my mind set, always was and always will be.
I felt that I have conquered the world, fucking everything in site, yummy mummies, pregnant women, married women, friends moms, friends sisters, etcâŠ.. I am surprised that my dick didnât fall off. Nothing really turned me on after a while. I needed something new, something taboo, immoral. I always said, if she wasnât my sister, I would pound that pussy so hard, youâd be able to see the tip of my cock coming out of her mouth. Then it hit me; I was going to pursue that ass. But, how can I do it without fucking her up more than she already is. I didnât want to play with her head, because everyone does that, I donât want her to push me away, like I said we arenât that close to begin with.
I started to act like I was interested in her life; would randomly ask her questions about school, work, modeling and anything else I could think of. I found out she was very stressed, still seeing psychologists. She hated going, but as long as she lived under their roof she had to go. She also told me that every time she has an appointment, the doctor comes out 10 minutes before they are suppose to meet and gives her a pill to take. I found that interesting. She says she can never remember her appointments with the doctor. I had a feeling he was giving her a weak sedative and having his way with her. Which brought me to asking her about her sex life and why she never has a boyfriend. That was a touchy subject, she snapped and said it wasnât any of my business. Oh, well.