Keeping it in the family – Chapter 1

My sister and I had always been close. When my mother passed away we were quite young. Amy was older than me and sort of raised me I suppose. We remained close into our 20s. Amy moved interstate with her job. I got married to Barry and we often spoke on the internet. I would tell her about me but she was less forthcoming. She never got married or even had a boyfriend. She just didn’t seemed interested in men. For a time I even thought she was gay but I never raised it with her. It was none of my business I suppose.

A year later Amy got a transfer back and bought a house in the next suburb to me. I was overjoyed and visited her a week after she arrived. She looked so happy but she said she didn’t have any intension of finding a man. She said she had a dog, Trigger. We looked out into the backyard and there he was. A huge German Sheppard. “At least she has someone” I thought. After all, everyone I knew had a dog. Even Bruce and I had one, a Golden Retriever, Oscar. “Does he come into the house” I asked. “No, not when I have someone here” she replied. I guessed that was perhaps he wasn’t friendly and after all he was quite large.

Sis and I talked and I let slip that things between me and Bruce were not all beer and skittles. What I didn’t tell her was that he seemed to have lost interest in me to the extent that we hadn’t had sex for several weeks. He kept saying work was draining him and he was too tired. If it wasn’t for my masturbation sessions I would have been climbing the walls. Amy twigged that there was something wrong and bit by bit, over a couple of visits, she dragged out the whole sorry story. I assured her that he wasn’t having an affair, although she expressed some doubt.

It was a Saturday and I dropped into Amy unannounced. I knocked and it was several minutes before she opened the door looking flushed but she assured me she was fine. I walked into the lounge room and Trigger was lying on the floor licking what appeared to be a huge penis.