My nineteen year old sister Rachel told the family she was getting married. My parents tried to talk her out of it. Rachel wouldn't listen to anyone. I kept quiet. Jake was the guy she was going to marry. He was basically a loudmouthed hothead. I just kept my mouth shut. I figured my sister was old enough. If it didn't work out, it was all on her.
Sure enough, seven months in and things were going bad. Jake was the jealous type. He would accuse my sister of looking at other men. I was the one person my sister could turn to. One day she arrived at my apartment. She and Jake had been fighting. Rachel wanted my advice on what she should do.
I hated to get in the middle of my sister's problems. I asked her if she thought she could turn Jake around. She said he was a lost cause.
"You know what you have to do then."
One day I drove Rachel to see a lawyer. He said he could start drawing up the divorce papers. Rachel also asked about a restraining order. The lawyer said to go to the court house. We went down and filed the papers. The next part wasn't so pleasant. Rachel told Jake she was divorcing him. He didn't take it well. The next thing I knew my sister was ringing my doorbell.
"Can I stay with you awhile?" she asked.
I took her bags and put them in my spare bedroom. Rachel said she made the right move. Jake had yelled at her, accusing my sister of cheating on him. I knew we would be hearing from Jake in short order. Everything was going okay except for one thing. Rachel did like to show off her body.
She would walk around the apartment wearing tight pants and she never wore a bra. My sister was well endowed. I know I shouldn't stare but I kept looking at her boobs. I think Rachel liked the idea of getting me turned on. One night we were drinking some wine. Rachel was sitting next to me on the couch. Her nipples were showing.
To be honest, I wanted to reach over and feel them but I managed to control myself. Rachel thanked me for letting her stay. I said it was no problem.
"You're my favorite family member. I wanted you to know that."
Rachel put down her glass. She leaned over and wrapped her arms around my neck. She kissed me hard on the lips. I hadn't been expecting that. Rachel said she wished she had married someone like me. I was so kind and understanding. All I could think of right then is that I wanted my sister. She was getting me wound up.
Rachel didn't stop kissing me. She was tight against my body. I felt her hard nipples pressing into my chest. My sister stood up. She pulled her shirt up over her head. Then she took off her pants and panties. She turned around to let me see her naked body.
My sister's pubic hair was shaved down to a small patch. Her tits were large and firm.
"I'll be back in the bedroom."
She turned and walked down the hallway. I thought my dick would explode right there. She was inviting me to join her. I sat there for some minutes. I knew if I went back to her bed I would be making a big mistake. I got up and walked back to her bedroom. Rachel was on all fours, waiting for me.
"I knew you would come back," she said.
She was right. I stripped out of my clothes. Rachel was wiggling her ass and moaning."
"I need you Chris," she pleaded with me.
I got onto the bed. Rachel had her legs spread wide. I could see her fleshy folds. They looked like a flower that had just opened up. I got in behind her. I began to rub my dick up and down her crack. My cock head was touching her opening.
"Please Chris, don't tease me like that," she said.
I fitted my cock to her gash and I pushed in. Damn, my sister's pussy was tight. I guess I lost control. I started to feed my sister with my long shaft.