Stay At My Place

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“You know you can always stay at my place as long as you like?” She said smiling.

“Thanks, but I won’t impose for too long.”

“You won’t be imposing, it’ll be nice to have some company for once,” she chuckled.

“Pfft,” I said in disbelief. “You could have a different guy over every night if you wanted.” Again she laughed.

“Oh yeah cos there’s such a huge call for fat, ugly, twenty-eight-year-olds out there.”

“Hey,” I said waggling my finger at her. “You’re a gorgeous girl, hell if you weren’t my sister,” I said smirking.

“Oh whatever, you dork,” she said affectionately. “Anyway how did this go to talking about me? I thought we were focusing on your woes.”

“I’m over my woes for the time being. How about we just chat for a bit?”

“Yeah sure, what do you want to chat about?”

“I don’t know, how’s work and dating?”

“Well…” she started.

We spent the next few hours just catching up, as it had been a few months since we’d had a good chat. She’d been busy with work and my relationship was falling apart so I didn’t really have time for much else. We had always had a good relationship but with life getting in the way we hadn’t really connected with one another for a while. Our lives had just moved in separate ways for the last few years. So she first told me about her asshole bosses and I shared similar experiences with mine as well. She had some failed attempts at dating in the last few months and had decided not go looking any more. If a guy was worth having he’d come to her she said. I believed her too, she had a lot to offer. She was being harsh on herself before, she was far from ugly. Sure she was a bigger lady and had a curvy figure. She had a full breast and an even fuller booty. That didn’t mean she wasn’t going to get guys though, some guys were into that, in fact I knew a few, myself being one. She had a sultry face with big soft lips, she was also pretty freckled which gave her a special kind of appeal. She had a big heart and was just waiting for the right guy to dedicate herself to. She had a quirky sense of humor too and she was far from being a prude, she was an extremely sexual creature and let people know that often. She was unique and even in my eyes an all-round attractive gal.

By the time we knew it, it was late.

“Holy crap, you got me talking didn’t you?” she said laughing.

“Yeah it’s pretty late. We should probably get some sleep.”

“Well the spare bed’s all set up so I’ll see you in the morning before work,” she said, standing.

“Thanks again sis,” I said, hugging her.

“Hey no probs,” she said, kissing me on the cheek.

I went to the spare room and sat there for a moment. I couldn’t believe that I’d broken up with my partner. I thought everything was going so well but sometimes you just don’t see when they are cheating on you. I pulled back the blanket and lay in the bed staring at the ceiling when I heard a light knock on the door.

“Come in, I’m not sleeping yet,” I said. The door opened and I angled myself to look at her.

“I just wanted to make sure you had a towel for the morning,” Kristy said, holding a white towel in her hand. She stood in the doorway with nothing on besides her nightie, which cut off near the top of her thighs. Her hair was out and curled with volume. I’d never seen her so sexy.

“Thanks,” I said as she placed it on the dresser.

“Need anything else?” She asked sweetly.

“Nah, you’re treating me too well as it is,” I replied, smiling.

“Well I’m here if you need me,” she said heading out the room. As she turned I admired the backs of her naked legs. Not in a creepy way but in a surprised kind of way.

“I have no idea why she is single,” I said to myself before lying down and nodding off to sleep.

I woke the next morning to the sound of the front door slamming. I knew it was still early as it was dark out. In fact it was only a few minutes before my alarm was to go off. Which meant it was way too early for Kristy to be heading to work. I walked around the house to see she was gone. She must have been called in or something. I went about getting myself ready and headed off for the long commute to work. I had, until recently, lived a lot closer to the city, but I didn’t mind the extra thirty minutes on transport. I mean my sister was being awfully generous opening her home up to me. Work was pretty mundane as always. I was lucky to have such a cushy office job really, considering I barely did anything of importance.

I made it back to Kristy’s in good time and the house was still empty. She obviously had something important come up. I made myself at home and nabbed a beer from the fridge. I lay on the couch, turned on TV and began to relax. It wasn’t long before I heard the front door jingle with keys.

“It’s open,” I called out to her. She came stumbling through the door and kicked her shoes off, I could tell she hadn’t had the best day.

“What a shit of a day,” she said plopping down next to me, throwing her legs over mine. “I could use a drink.” I handed her my beer and placed my hands on her feet.

“How bahis firmaları about a foot massage too?” I said pressing my thumbs into the arch of her feet.

“Oh my god yes,” she sighed in relief. “I knew it was a good idea to have you stay here,” she said chuckling.

“So what happened,” I said massaging firmly.

“They called me in for this account; apparently the client needed me at seven am.”

“Oh that sucks, how come you were home late as well?”

“Same old shit,” she said rolling her eyes. “Just this dick at work… mmmm,” she moaned mid sentence.

“Good?” I asked coyly.

“So good,” she said moaning again. “Where was I?”

“Some dick at work.”

“Oh yeah, you know what? I can’t be bothered with that right now. I’m just going to enjoy this amazing massage,” she said lying further back.

I continued to rub her feet all the time her sighing in pleasure.

“So…” she said in between sighs. “I know why your relationship ended, but did you notice anything weird beforehand?”

“Well the intimacy was at an all time low over the last few months.”

“Even with hands like these?” She sad giggling, which made me do the same.

“Surprisingly yes,” I replied smiling. “It wasn’t just that though we’d fight over nothing which made me wonder what was going on. Now I know she was lashing out because she didn’t get it from her new lover.”

“Shit. That’s tough,” she said pawing at me with her foot in sympathetic way.

“Shit happens, guess it just means I have a ton of pent up sexual energy to unleash on the next woman that comes along,” I said laughing.

“Lucky girl,” she replied smiling cheekily. The words stroked my ego just that little bit.

“So you didn’t tell me about the last guy, you know the ice cream guy.”

“You know, we went on a few dates…” She said staring at me like I should fill in the blanks.

“And… You weren’t really telling about the whole thing.”

“He was nice and all but…” She said stopping mid sentence.

“But?” I asked waiting for a response.

“He was utterly terrible in bed,” she said laughing awkwardly.

“Oh god really,” I said pressing my thumbs into her heels.

“Uhhhh, huuuh,” she said in a drawn out fashion. I could tell she was still really enjoying her treat.

“Care to elaborate?”

“He was like a mechanic. Twisting and jamming his fingers everywhere. It was mostly painful, not to mention the sex.”

I cringed at the thought. “Wow, sounds like you picked a winner there.”

“A real Casanova,” she said snorting. She wriggled a little further down the couch and I began to massage her calves. “Oooh,” she cooed. “Yes please.”

I rubbed my hands around the backs of her calves, squeezing and kneading her tight flesh.

“God,” she said with relief. “I haven’t had one of these in ages.”

“Hey what are brothers for?” I replied with a chuckle.

“Are you sure you don’t want to move in full time?” She said smiling. “I could totally handle a live in masseuse.”

“Well I guess it depends on how much you could pay me, my rate is reasonably cheap.”

“I could only really pay you with a roof over your head, food and favors.”

“Food, board and favors does sound like a sweet deal. I guess it all depends on how much sway these favors have.” She smiled cheekily before replying.

“As much as you can feel comfortable asking for.” I laughed knowing she was teasing me the way she always did.

“I’ll consider it.” I continued to rub until my hands were a little stiff. “How was that?”

“Wonderful,” she said pulling her legs off me. “I best make you a special dinner,” she said standing up.

“Hey, don’t make any special effort for me.” I said sincerely. “I didn’t do it for a reward.”

“I know, but you deserve it,” she said tapping my nose as she walked past me.

She spent the next thirty minutes in the kitchen preparing a nice pasta meal. I offered to help but she kept shooing me out. I just sat and waited comfortably, taking in the events of the day from the box. Before long she came back in with two bowls of pasta and a plate of garlic bread.

“Nice work,” I said. “Smells delicious.”

“Hope it tastes it,” she said laughing.

“No doubt it’ll be amazing,” I said winding the creamy strands onto my fork. We sat and ate our bounty of juicy pasta barely saying a word.

“That was exactly what I needed,” I said putting the last amount in my mouth. “Thanks sis, that was top notch.”

“Was easy, just glad you enjoying it.”

We both leant back in our carb comas and let the troubles of our day be taken away by the moving pictures in front of us. We commented on the crappy shows and had an all-round good time. The hours flew past and before we knew it, it was bed time.

“Oh, is that the time?” I said looking at my watch.

“Time flies when you’re having fun,” she said dryly.

“Oh ha ha, don’t lie. You enjoyed yourself,” I said poking her in the side. She jolted a little before replying with a smirk. “Ok maybe I did, a little. It’s been nice having you here.”

“It’s been nice being here,” I said leaning over to hug her. She placed kaçak iddaa her head on my shoulder and we lovingly cuddled. I kissed her on the forehead before getting up.

“Alright, off to bed.”

“See you in the morning, sleep well.”

“You too,” I said, walking off to bed.

The next morning the alarm woke me as opposed to the door slamming. I dragged my ass out of bed and made my way to the shower. I undressed, turned on the tap and hopped in. A minute late I heard a rap at the door.

“Hey, it’s just me,” she said as if reminding me that we were the only two here. “I really need to use the toilet, is it ok if I duck in?”

“Do you want me to get out?” I said mid-soaping.

“Nah, I’ll just be a second.”

“Yeah no sweat,” I said rinsing myself off and grabbing the shampoo.

“Thanks,” she said opening the door and sitting down. I turned my back to the shower door as it was see through. I didn’t want her to see my still semi hard morning wood. I began to throw the shampoo in my hair and scrub it up when I heard her say something. It was a tad muffled though as my back was turned to her. Still with my eyes closed I tilted my body further back towards her before asking.

“What was that?”

“I uh, was just wondering what time you’d be home tonight,” I heard her say stumbling over her words.

“Oh, same time as last night,” I replied washing the suds from my head and face. I opened my eyes to see her eyes dart away from me and look to the toilet roll.

“Ok, I’ll have dinner waiting for you. I finish earlier tonight,” she said taking a few sheets in her hand. I turned back away and waited for her to leave before conditioning my hair.

“Thanks,” I said as she closed the door.

“No probs,” I heard her call out.

As I rubbed my fingers into my hair I couldn’t help but wonder if she’d just been looking at me. Not in a family kind of way but in more of a curious way. She probably hadn’t seen me naked since we were kids. So really I can’t blame her for taking a peek. I mean if it was her in the shower I’d likely take a peek too. In fact I didn’t plan it, but in a few moments I’d actually get that chance. I hopped out of the shower and went to get dressed. I heard her hop into the shower and I forgot that I hadn’t done my teeth.

“Knock knock,” I said rapping my fist on the door.

“What’s up?” she said.

“I forgot to do my teeth, you don’t mind do you?”

“No, it’s cool,” she said without hesitation.

I walked into the room and straight to the sink. I’d placed my toothbrush underneath it when I came over the day before. As I stood to begin brushing I noticed that I could see Kristy in the reflection of the mirror. There she was soaping up her naked body. I could see every curve, her luscious orbs, her shapely behind and her round waxed mound. I was instantly hard as I stood there perving on my own sister. It took me back to when I was a teen, I accidentally walked in on her in the bathroom once. She screamed and I just stood there stunned taking in the sights. I never forgot it and I wasn’t likely to forget seeing her naked again.

“Thanks!” I said, as I shimmied out of the room. “Holy crap,” I thought to myself as I closed the door. “What am I doing? That is my sister that I’m drooling over.” I leant against the door for a moment and I heard the water stop. I thought I best get my things together and head to work.

“See ya, Kristy,” I said, heading for the front door.

“Oh, have a good day, I’ll see you tonight,” she said poking her head of the bathroom.

My trip to work was cloudy. I couldn’t get the images of her body out of my head, as hard as I tried. When I got to work I decided to buckle down and focus on my work. I became so absorbed that the day quickly flew past and I was soon back at Kristy’s. I walked into the door to have my nose assaulted by some amazing smells wafting from kitchen.

“Honey, I’m home,” I said comically before walking into the kitchen.

“How was your day dear?” She returned playfully. She was already in her nightie, settled for the night ahead.

“Same as usual,” I said hugging her from behind. “Smells tasty… oh, and so does the food,” I quipped. She just laughed and pushed me back with her butt. I could tell there was very little fabric between me and her. I gulped from the pressure.

“You smooth talker. You seem to be in a good mood. “

“Just happy the day is over,” I said sitting at the dining table.”

“It won’t be ready for a while. So go make yourself comfy.”

“Yes ma’am, don’t have to tell me twice.”

I lay down on the couch and waited for what was no doubt another amazing meal. Soon enough she came in and placed a bowl of beef stroganoff with rice on the coffee table in front of me before sitting down next to me. I couldn’t help but notice her naked thighs only inches away from me. I tried to focus back on the TV and eat my meal. We sat there a while before she turned off the TV and turned to me cross legged.

“I’m bored,” she said shaking my arm. “How about we play a game or something?”

“What like a board game or a truth or dare-ey type of game?”

“Oh that sound like fun we kaçak bahis haven’t played that since we were kids.”

“Ok, if you like,” I laughed nervously.

“Ok well I’ll start. Truth,” she said leaning back, her nightie lifting up her thighs more. I tried to think of something quickly.

“Um…” I said drawing blanks. Then something from our past popped up. “Ok I got one. You know when we were kids and Jimmy Renalds got blamed for stealing that radio?”

“I stole it,” she said laughing.

“I knew he didn’t do it. He swore black and blue he didn’t take it.”

“I couldn’t take the blame for it. Mum would have killed me.”

“Poor Jimmy,” I said shaking my head.

“Your turn now,” she said.

“Ok truth.”

“I’ve always wanted to know did you actually sleep with Tracy Statman or was it just a vicious rumor?” I laughed hard knowing well this would come up.

“It was a rumor, started by me no less.”

“Why?” She asked with furrowed brow.

“It was all part of a bet I had going with Dan. We bet on whoever could make the first rumor stick. I won,” I said laughing again.

“Why her though.”

“I heard she was easy. So it was likely to catch on.”

“Fair enough. Truth,” she said again really getting into it.

“While we are on stories about high school, did you blow David Gemmel, up at sky high?”

“How did you hear about that?” She said gobsmacked.

“So it was true. Didn’t think you were his type,” I said surprised. She pushed out her legs and kicked me in the chest a little whilst pretending to be annoyed. I knew she didn’t care though.

“Well he didn’t complain. In fact he said it was the best he’d ever had.”

“That’s quite a compliment. Lucky Dave.”

“You better believe it,” she said licking her lips, giggling and resting her legs in my lap. “While we are on the subject, who gave you your best blow job?”

“That’s your next truth question then. I’d have to say it was Kitty. Man that girl went to town on my cock,” I said laughing.

“I want details. Why was it the best?”

“She engulfed the whole thing, heaps of suction and spit. She slobbered all over it and squeezed the head with her hand. It was something.” Just reminiscing about it made me feel pretty randy.

“That does sound pretty interesting. Ok one more truth then we get on to the dares.”

“Well I still have one more truth left then,” I said.

“Ok. So ask me something.”

“Let’s not change the subject then, who was your best lay?”

“That’s easy. Do you remember Tim?”

“Really? He seemed like a bit of a wimp.”

“He was, but boy could he fuck,” she said chuckling.

“What did he do that was so good?”

“That’s another question,” she said. “But I’ll let you have it. He had a big dick and heap of stamina. The way he used to plough my ass drove me crazy.” I got a visual image of my sister bent over getting fucked from behind and I have to say the thought got me as hard as a rock.

“You naughty girl,” I said, slapping her leg. Her smooth skin felt electric as my finger glanced off. So badly wanted to rub her leg, but after all she was my sister.

“You don’t know the half of it,” she replied, smiling cheekily. “Time for your truth now.”

“Go on, do your worst.”

“Ok I’ve got one. Did you like what you saw in the bathroom this morning?” She said, biting her finger.

“Ahhh,” I said nervously. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Don’t play dumb with me. I could see you peeking at me. Well…?” She said waiting for my response.

“Probably about as much as you did peeking at me,” I replied, turning the tables.

“This isn’t about me. You have to answer. Let me put it another way then, did it make you hard? You have to tell the truth now,” she said cheekily. I tried to figure out how to respond to the question before just giving up and telling the truth.

“Yes, I was hard. I couldn’t help but look, you were naked and I was curious. I’ve only really seen one girl naked in the last god knows how long.”

“But you liked what you saw?” she said, probing further.

“You have a fucking hot body and are as sexy as hell. Is that what you want to hear?” I said not even believing the words had come out of my mouth.

“It’s nice to know,” she said giggling.

“Ok, well it’s time for your dare.”

“What do you want me to do?” she said seductively, leaning back and lifting her knee.

From my position I could now see down her milky thigh and right up to her white cotton panties that she wore underneath her nightie. I gulped and I think she noticed.

“You can dare me to do anything,” she said with a dirty smile.

“Uh… Uhh,” I stammered.

“How about I suggest something?”

I just nodded without thinking.

“How about I take off my nighty as a dare?”

Again I nodded instinctively. She gripped the bottom of the material and slowly inched it up over her stomach presenting her smooth, pale skinned lumps. Smiling the whole time, knowing she was teasing the shit out of me she continued to lift the nightie. The material sat just underneath her ample bosom. She dug her fingers under it and rolled it up and over her massive orbs, baring them to me once more. Her nipples were pink and thick with mildly darker, large areolas. I hadn’t seen them this close before. My erection was practically bursting from my pants.

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