a sister turns to her brother to show her how good sex can be

Its Tuesday night, my 23 year old sister is out on her hen night, she’s marrying Tony on Saturday, they have a home to move into when they return from their honeymoon, dad, being into property development got the house cheep at the auctions and for the last year we’ve been fixing it up, he was giving it her as a wedding present, but she suggested he keep it in his name.

I’m Philip, 19 years old, I left school at 15, with no qualifications, and started working for dad in his business, since leaving school I have took a building course, plumbing and electric’s, so saving having to get someone in to do these jobs. Dad gives me a good wage and when I’m 21 says he will make me a partner. As a pension Rachel and I have several houses that are rented out, the money from these is in an account that we can only draw out a small amount each year.

I was out this night and happen on the club where Rachel’s party was at, I gave her a wave and she called me over to the table, “Girls, this is my brother Phil” “Hello” Rachel asked if I wanted a drink, I thanked her but declined as I was with friends myself, “Why don’t you bring them over” one of Rachel’s friends said, “Yes, bring them over, one drink wont do any harm” so I called my two friends over, with the introductions over we pulled up a chair, I was sat by Rachel with my friends one each side of the table, her friends asked about the work I did, hearing this one asked if I could maybe help her with the kitchen in her house, her partner had made a start and hadn’t finished, now he’s left her and she has bare bricks and one socket that works and an old table as a work surface, “Come on Julie, don’t pester him with work” “Sorry, but give me a call in the morning” and she wrote her number down on a napkin.

We had a couple of drinks with the girls before I said we should be going, the bowling ally was booked for half nine, “Ten pin bowling” Julie asked “Yeah, we go at least every other week for a game” she looked around the table and said “How about we go for a game girls, if you don’t mind Rachel” we all looked at Rachel, “Why not, if you don’t mind Phil, it’s been some time since I last played” we finished our drinks and walked down the road to the ally, being regulars and a quite night I was able to book extra games.

We had a good night, and laughed until our sides hurt at some of the antic’s of the others, Diane had never picked up a bowling ball in her life and she would do a double handed bowl, standing on the line with the ball held between her legs and she would just roll it down the ally, amazingly she had a few strike’s. Rachel had booked a taxi to get her home, so she called it to change the pick up to the ally, my friends had hit it off with two of Rachel’s friends and they went off their own way, two others we dropped off on our way home, on our own Rachel told me she had had a good night, better than sitting in the club drinking, she gave me a kiss on my lips, just a peek, nothing more, “Thanks for letting us come, it was is better than sitting in the club drinking”. I told her I was pleased she was happy.

Dad was up waiting for her, despite her age and pending marriage, she was still his little girl and he wouldn’t sleep well until he knew she was home safe, I often wondered how he would be once she had left home.

Wednesday morning we were over her house to finish the painting and kitchen cupboards. Rachel was still in bed when we left but she joined us later with lunch for us, and then stayed the rest of the day.

We had Thursday off as dad was at an auction; he had seen two house’s on the market and was hoping to buy them, mom was at work, I roused around half nine and went down in my pyjama trousers to make a drink and put a couple of slices of bread in the toaster, as I waited for it, I heard Rachel moving about her room, I called up asking if she wanted a drink and some toast, “Please Phil, can you bring it up” a few minutes later I was tapping on her bedroom door, she called me in, she was sat on the bottom edge of her bed wrapped in a towel drying her long hair, which she had just washed, I put the cup down and the plate with the toast and was leaving when she asked me to stay.

She thanked me again for the night’s bowling, she said we should make a date to go once a week, Tony wasn’t into bowling, horses and the dogs were his thing, so with him out we could go bowling, I thought this a good idea, we had been close until a few years ago and this would bring us together again, and it would save her sitting at home on her own.

She finished her hair and started drying her legs, I don’t think she was aware of what she was doing, it was just a natural thing to do and talking with me she wasn’t thinking, she lifted her foot up to dry her toes and in doing this I could see right up under the towel to her pussy, I couldn’t see one bit of hair there, she obviously preferred to be totally bare, not like some who leave a little fuzz, putting this foot down she lifted her other foot, it was while she was drying this one she must have realised what she was showing me, but she didn’t look bothered as she just finished drying her foot. I thought I should make myself scarce and stood up saying I would leave her to finish dressing.

To my surprise Rachel told me I didn’t have to go, she then looked through her draws, pulling out a bra and knickers from one, a skirt and halter top from another, I thought she was going to dress in front of me, she then looked into the mirror, “I think I’ll have to have my hair cut, it’s getting too much to comb it out and keep it clean” I told her it would be a shame as she had for as long as I could remember, had long hair, “I know, but some time’s it does get in the way” I offered to brush it out for her, I had done this in the past for her, she accepted and handed me the brush, I knelt behind her on the bed and started brushing it for her, a few minutes later I sat down with my legs each side of her.

We chatted about the house and what she wanted in the garden; I was going to landscape this for her, she then started talking about Tony, I don’t know what it was but I guessed she was having doubts about marrying him, he was a betting man as mentioned, horses and dog, he didn’t go over board and kept to a limit each week, but there seemed doubt in her voice, I wouldn’t run him down, not in front of her, friends of mine had made comments about his flirting, adding to my own concerns.

I had finished her hair and she leaned back into my arms, I slipped my arms around her in a hug, she thanked me, she remained against me and we just sat there not talking, it was about ten minutes after when she asked what I thought about Tony, I didn’t know what to say, “He’s ok I guess” she didn’t say anything for another few minutes, then she said, “You know we started going out while we were still at school” “Yeah, all my friends were jealous of him” “Really”?