As you know I'm Mike and I have been in love with Ginny, my elder sister all my life. It's not s much love as lust really, but that's a given, right?
You see, Ginny has the most incredible tits I have seen in my life and I've seen some. French girls with hairy armpits and busty blondes with bushy pussies they are nothing next to this rosy nippled girl with dark curles.
She is quite a seductress too, sleeping around town like she owned every men, batting eyes at them until them gave in. My father has been getting off at the thought if fucking her for years, though he really hasn't. He's no fool. The family would have fallen apart. The boys would never had let that piece of ass go to the old man.
Even my older brother, John has been eyeing that round bubble butt that's always half exposed by those tiny minis.
It's easy wanting her.
She has red lips too, and no lipstick here. Just big bulbous lips that pout naturally and invite yours onto it like bees to nectar. I was 12 when I finally knew I had to tell her.
She was seventeen then, the apple of everyone's eye, the sex kitten on the block everyone wanted to bed. And the boys at home, we waited for her to come home, like she was on lease when she went out.
When she came back and dad and mom were out, the two of us brothers would go silent waiting for her to strip down in her room, trying to over hear what we could. It was torture knowing John and I were both after the same piece of meat, wrong though it was. It was worse knowing that we could not have her, but that some asshole surely would.
When I met my brother-in-law I was jealous to say the least. He was tall handsome, picked out of some model magazine, and clearly making her red hot pussy very very wet. For her gaze never left his side.
Twenty years since my first orgasm about her, and they were finally seperated. It was unfortunate I guess, though I sped to her side at the first opportunity. Her in-laws had persuaded the man to leave her for a better woman, one that did not expose herself lasciviously in public with the excuse it was hot. One whose ludeness was not a source of embarrassment at Church.
With Evan gone, my sister was devasted. She had two sons. No father for them. Of course I did the right thing at the time, and asked her to move in with them. I had a huge house. The kids settled in easily, though Ginny always seemed sad.
Clearly Evan's memory was fresh in her mind. I tried to find him once, tired of seeing my beautiful sister so sad, but he had moved on.
