Bedtime for Big Girls: The Four Naughty Sisters

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The worst part of it is that I began to like it. I succumbed to my older sister and just lost the will to fight it. She took note of it. She let go of my arms and wrapped them around her hips. My sister lies in her king-sized bed, as close to the edge as possible so the ordeal of swinging her legs around to sit upright is minimized. Her shrunken frame is practically swallowed up under the comforter and the five pillows propped around her. As I approached my 12 year old sisters bed, and slowly began to put money under her pillow, she said my name aloud. She said sleeping on her side facing me. She asked if I could cuddle her - just for tonight. I nodded and went onto her bed. She turned around so I was in a spooning position behind her. I put my right hand around her and we slept together. I screamed, “You better not or I swear I’ll kill you!!” through my gag to only have it come out on the other side as a series of unintelligible staccato’ed “Mffffh-mmffffh” noises. I was near exhausted from my efforts to break free already. She then began to french kiss me. She slid her tongue inside my mouth, slithering it around while pushing her gigantic breasts againt my chest and her leg in between my crotch.

While I can’t speak for my sister, judging from her lifelong actions, she, like me, has diverted way too much energy into seeking deliverance from the past. Our coping mechanisms, like everything else about us, have been twisted reflections of each other: our darkness and light, defiance and submission, courage and fear intertwined. For our entire lives, we’ve traveled similar but disparate paths, beginning with shared childhood experiences that skewed our outlooks and distorted our perspectives. My family is unfortunately not doing as well. We live in a three bedroom apartment. I let my 15 year old sister have her own bedroom, my parents have their own room, and my two sisters (12 and 9) share a bedroom but have different beds. What’s up Boner Boy? You playin with yourself again… as usual?” my sister giggled to her friend. I could tell that they had been obviously drinking, and were high by the smell of their breath. A show of solidarity,” I joke to my sister, but I feel lighter and freer having shed at least one small constricting layer.She caressed me and touched me so gently. I knew she wasn't a virgin. She's had 3 other boyfriends. But I never imagined her to be so masterful. I just said no and ignored it. She giggled and then whispered into my ear "You're so adorable..." then she nibbled on it. When I woke up this morning, I was still spooning her while she was sleeping. I got up and made myself breakfast. That's when it me - what if she was sleep-talking or something. WHat if I imagined what she said. I feel guilty because I know I shouldn't have slept on the same bed as her. Man, this might be an awkward conversation because we don't get along and if I tell her... yeah. She told me that she loves me the most out of any guy she's ever been out with. She said that if we weren't siblings, she'd marry me. My sister succumbed to her illness on February 20, 2017, three months after I wrote this. Today marks a year since she died.

I’m grateful for the semi-darkness that conceals my reaction, for her fogged illness that blurs her awareness. Tonight, as we lie together naked in her bed, I feel closer than ever to understanding my sister’s choices, her multi-faceted complexities. My newfound awareness is wordless, wrapped up in bare skin and stripped emotions. I then slowly rubbed her boob as I leaned in and kissed her once again. While we were kissing I rubbed my hands down her body and finally got to her short shorts. I pulled away from her lips and looked down at the button, making sure I can see what im doing. Finally I get the button and the zipper to her shorts and I undo and tugs them off her followed by her pink panties she was wearing. I flip off the light and join her in the bed. The clammy stillness in the room presses down on my chest oppressively. I’m hot, sweaty, and tightly coiled. I want to run, flee, claw at my mental and physical constraints.

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Hmmm what do we have under here little brother?” My sister enthusiastically said as she snapped the waistband of my underwear playfully a few times.

Hmmm should I, or should I not?”, she inquired almost rhetorically as she snapped away at my waistband of my under shorts. As I continued she moans more, I went harder and started breathing heavily. Her bed slightly shaked, making a bang noise everytime it hit the wall. I bit my lip and shut my eyes tight, as I got close to hitting my orgasm. My breath hitched and I thrusted one hard time, "Ross!" She moaned out. I smiled slightly doing it again, and I quietly groaned as I felt orgasm hit. "O-Oh god..." I moaned, starting to release cum into her.

When I was 13, my step sister Tina, who was 16 at the time, was left in charge over the weekend while our parents went on a little weekend vacation. As I have mentioned before my sister is a real “looker” with long beautiful hair, nice boobs for her age and a killer athletic body that’s hard to ignore. Because of this she also quite arrogant and took great pleasure in bossing me around all day the first day after my parents left. She thought I was adorable. My shy personality and way fo thinking got to her the most. She thought I was just like Jun or Bridget. I tried to move away but she was holding my arms still. She then proceeded to lift me from my chair and push me into a wall, still kissing me, holding my hands against the wall. Ahhhhhhhh!! Oh my G..!” she screamed out as she jumped off me like lighting leaving me hog tied, writhing around and cumming all over myself on the floor. Tina’s friend let go too and began laughing hysterically at Tina now. To: [email protected]@ [email protected]@ [email protected]@linuxvideo.org