Affairs of a Family in Sin

This is something new and in which case much needed. An introduction of the crazier of my two sisters. How she lost her virginity, followed by our very first time together.

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Volume II

Affairs of a Family in Sin — Part One : Partner’s In Crime



She…

She screams in silence,

A slowly riot penetrating through her mind,


Waiting for a sign, to smash the silence with the brick of self control.
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Are you locked up in a world that’s been planned out for you?

Are you feeling like a social tool without a use?

Scream at me until my ears bleed,

I’m taking heed just for you.



– Green Day


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I think back lovingly on the times I’ve spent with my female siblings. Both of them, the most gorgeous girls. Such taboo lust… So dangerously pleasurable…

Me and my sisters, I guess, just matured young… My older sister, especially…

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Delanie Louise, older than me by a year, was born on February eighteenth. Describing her quickly. Intelligence would be her distinguishing quality. Extremely bright, she’s a joy to talk to, wonderful with advice, and brimming over with life. Very analytical and exceedingly self aware. She can do any kind of difficult mathematics, simply in her head. Remembering it seems, an endless amount of number sequences: phone numbers, historical dates, and not just numbers… She remembers everything. By first grade, the school requested that she get an I.Q. test, noticing her as estranged from the rest of her peers. The results… She is without a doubt, a genius. Even, astonishing everyone, with a full scale score of a hundred and forty six, putting her in the population’s ninety-ninth percentile!

As for her features, (Courtesy of our Mom), her skin is creamy with stunning bright, blonde hair. Usually kinked up cutely, just stopping at her shoulders. Everything about her is immaculate. Her looks –gorgeous being an understatement, are brushed into model-like perfection. Growing older, even developing a libidinous glow. Her nose is well-defined, complimenting spirited light-brown eyes. Her mouth, deliciously wide. With tender lips, so unbearably appetizing… Moving them as she speaks, I find myself staring. Anxiously biting down on her bottom lip as she tends to do… I find myself yearning…

She never dresses inappropriately for her age, though. Doesn’t even cuss. In fact, annoyingly, she makes the rest of us look bad to our parents over everything! I, of course, always taking the blame… Even, with Lanny never far away. Little Miss Can’t Be Wrong then boasts about such victories of deceit to us afterward! Regardless, her relationship with the each of remains steadfast. As the oldest sibling she rarely yells and never argues. Always finding compromises and far from being temperamental.

She’s soft spoken, even completely silent at times as well as deathly shy in public. Though, still boisterous around us, she is very competitive. Which her and Eddie have in common as a mutual interest in video games. Her sister of course, she loves the most. In the pure joy of finally having one, she’s practically raised Norma since she was born. Gladly, not having to play “swords” or wrestle with Ed and I anymore, she’d allowed her baby sister to tag around with her everywhere. Literally, Lanny’s little shadow. Whether it be at school, home, or even with friends. (That is, until she recently started to hang out with Tasha…)

Not only is Lanny a nerd but an athlete, in track and cross country, her body only keeps closing in on perfection. Tight stomach, with large perfect breasts, her frame is slim with such long, voluptuous legs. (She’s six foot by sixteen.) Legs of perfection. Her feet shapely and just as flawless; with toes neither long nor curving, the skin soft and unblemished. So perfect, in fact, a constant reminder… I’m crazy for my own sister! Catching me staring during a movie, with them, stretched out comfortably on the couch with her; scowling, she sprightly turns her head away, though, with the faint trace of a smile… Or, we’re in the hallway… Fresh out of the shower, her hair wrapped in a towel; wearing booty shorts and a flimsy pink pajama top. Nothing else. Her ass, full and firm, causes my dick to harden as–bare thighs touching together–she walks past my secretive gaze. Unashamedly, admiring the tight shape of her ass, the smooth skin of her shins, down to her feet, every single toe and toenail; always done up so brightly, today in neon-red. With each stride–foot gingerly pressing into the carpet–I realize I have a goddess for a sister.

It seemed only natural, that one day… Everyone in the living room. Lanny and I, on the couch sitting closely. Her knees bent, legs limberly folded next to her; I, impulsively want to touch them, rub them, feel them… Giving in to temptation, I draw her leg toward me, then taking her foot I caress the whole of it with thumb and finger. She looks at me, annoyed as I put my fingers through her toes, “Eww…” she says. I attempt to massage her small heel, “You don’t even know how… Ohhh.” There we go. I feel the parts that are tight, rubbing these areas generously with my thumb. Getting into it so much… Now, through my massaging touch, able to release all of my suppressed carnal need… My foot rubs, soon become a daily requirement for her.

As you can see, Lanny, loves her whole family as passionately as her vigor for life itself. Though, that same rapacious spirit could be, in turn, what leads her to delve so deeply into drugs and unrestrained sex… Or, maybe, it’s manic depression… Ultimately, her racing mind being her tragic flaw, manifesting itself as a severe chemical dependency. She searches fruitlessly for satisfaction. Time and again, getting herself into trouble doing so…

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Memories fresh in mind… Of her first year of middle school. Now summer, she’s glad it’s over with. Having had sat quietly in the back of every class, by the end of the year, few even knew she’d existed. Her one and only friend, Tasha, has just invited her to a small kick-back at an ex boyfriend’s. Tosh, turning thirteen when school starts, is a year older than her. Far from being boring, they also share the same interests: musical taste, boys, movies, etc. . Lanny, considering her the older sister she’d never had. The affinity between them, even, soon driving her to develop a severe attachment.

“But Mom…” She says. (Never mind, she’s not going to wine.)

Mom throws her an understanding smile, then says, “Look, I know your not really staying at Natasha’s for the night… Why would you be telling me right now, at ten o clock?” Her mom wasn’t one you could fool, making getting away with things unnoticed, virtually impossible. In the kitchen she’s putting dishes away as Lanny sits pensively at the dining table. She’s having trouble bringing herself to tell her… Even, knowing that inevitably her mom would take her if she did… Though, only after giving her a small “talk” first. Which, actually, she could handle. One of the questions that would precede it however, she couldn’t. These, boys, at the party… Were already starting high school… Even though, she knew she was in appearance much older than her age — both in height and demeanor. Her mom might be hesitant.

In her room, she talks to her friend on the phone, “She’s not going to let me…”

“Bullshit!” Already partaking in the fun. “Look” She slurs, “Just tell her your coming over to a cousin’s of mine.”

“It’s to late, she knows I’m covering. Look, why don’t I just come out another night…”

“No! Just lie to her then… You know, you don’t have to be honest about who’s here. I want you here with me… Come on…”

“Fine, I’ll just tell her… Where I’m going… And, yeah…”

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“Thanks Mom.” Getting out of the car she looks around. The house is surrounded by darkness. Her mom had agreed to take her, only after first telling her, “Look, I know your getting to that age where you want… To experiment…”

“Mom!”

“No, I understand. I was there myself, whether you want to believe that or not. The point is, is that every teenager wants to more or less, live a little — OH, my baby’s first party… OOooo I’m so happy for you. So… Just be careful, okay?” And that was the extent of it. Our mom isn’t strict in any sense, free spirited, actually would be more suited in describing her parenting style. Also, Lanny had told her the get-together was of all girls from class, the alcohol being supplied by one of their moms’… From the car, she asks, “Do you want me to wait until you get in?”

“No mom! I’m fine…”

“Okay, call if you need anything.” She drives away.

Walking up the drive she notices no cans, bottles or anything next to the trashcans. Coming up to the front door, there isn’t a doorbell, so she knocks. No one comes. After minutes of standing, she creeps around the back looking for any lit windows. Once in the backyard, she has trouble finding her way through the darkness. Hearing what sounds like crying, she looks for the source of the sound. “What the..” Coming up to a window she’s able to better hear. The crying was not what she had thought… “Whose ever’s parents!..” Unable to fight biology, subconsciously restraint slips away mind lingering on the sounds… She continues walking, her pussy growing agitated as the woman’s moans, now, consciously turn her on.

Hearing music, she comes upon the door to a backroom. Lanny can’t help her heart from pounding out of her chest. “Ahhh, I hate people…” Which was the truth of the matter, semi anti-social, she’s only doing what’s necessary to function comfortably… In this case get fucked up and hopefully meet a cute guy. Speaking of which a handsome dark eyed boy, with long shaggy hair answers the door, music blaring. She sees, at least, three other guys inside. The room’s only illumination a black-light hanging from the ceiling. “Lanny! Is that you” Tasha calls out to her, appearing, with short hair and even shorter skirt. Hair, dyed black and eyes a deep green, which Lanny, constantly tells her she’s jealous of. Hugging her friend, she follows them into the room.

Unsettling Black Metal plays from surround stereo speakers. Thinking to herself, “The smell of liquor and fruit… Something else too, harsh, but pleasant…” The room actually contains six other kids, counting Tosh. Who, on a couch covered with mismatched blankets, sits between two of them. Kissing one, then turning to the other, hungrily sucking tongues with him. “W.T.F. !” Is all she can think watching her slut friend.

The two boys grin wickedly. Tasha looks over at her with a wink. Apparently, having been in the middle of something before Lanny had arrived and interrupted. She jerks one off, small, not even thick, while the other, undoes his pants. Sitting up on the couch, after pulling her shirt off, he rubs her small tits. Putting his dick up to her face she swallows his much bigger one, sensuously sucking him. Looking piercingly into his eyes. As well, as gazing over into Lanny’s! She blushes, absently wondering, “Always so…