Whore Sister 2: Repeat Customer

For the next week it ate away at me. It was easy to blame her for what had happened in her life, but my sister was little more than a child herself when the girls were born. Cut off from her family, no education, she must have been desperate. It’s no wonder she wound up in a bad situation. And here I was, pulling in six figures at the VC job Dad had gotten me. Of course she reached out to me for help. I should have given it. Not because I wanted something from her, but because for all of her mistakes she was still my sister. Instead, I had taken advantage of her. She came to me in her time of need and I had used her like an object for my own carnal gratification. I had done that to my own sister.

I was a real piece of shit.

I tried to take my mind off it with work and hobbies, to limited avail. Throwing myself into my jpb didn’t help. Carousing with the guys didn’t help. I even called up Vanessa, my on-again off-again hookup, hoping that sex with her would cleanse my palate. But as I pounded her pussy with every ounce of vigor I had, all I could see as I looked her was my sister. My own flesh and blood.

“That was excellent Henry. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like that.” She opined, as we lay in bed together afterwards. “Whatever happened to make you this way, keep doing it. I need to get my guts rearranged like that more often.”

This only served to make me feel worse. As I started losing more sleep over it I realized that I had to do something or the guilt would destroy me. I couldn’t just pretend that nothing happened, so I resolved to apologize. That Friday I texted my sister asking if I could come over the next day so we could talk. Her response was a curt “yes”.

Saturday, early in the afternoon, I drove back to her derelict neighborhood. I was jittery the whole way there, and felt nearly like I was about to throw up. The elevator ride up to her floor was an eternity, and I genuinely stood outside her door for five minutes building up my nerve. Finally, I knocked.

Eve greeted me with a smile. “Hi Uncle Hank! Good to see you again so soon.” She led me into the living room as we exchanged pleasantries. I think she could tell that something was wrong with me. “Chloe’s busy right now.” She eventually said, jerking her thumb at the door to the room they shared, “But I think Mom’s expecting you. You can just let yourself in.”

I nodded without saying a word and walked over to the door to my sister’s room. I knocked on it to announce my presence, then let myself in as Eve gestured for me to do so. Jill was lying on her bed wearing yoga pants and a tank top, playing on her cell phone. I guess she wasn’t working today. She looked up at me somewhat dismissively and quirked an eyebrow as I closed the door behind me. “Yeah Henry, what do you want?” she asked, as if a week ago I wasn’t relentlessly force-fucking her face.

My mouth went dry and hands began to shake. I wanted to apologize. To say that I was wrong. That I had exploited her. That it never should have happened, and would never happen again. That she was my sister and I loved her. That I would spend the rest of my life making up for my mistake.

Finally, I spoke. “$1,000. One hour. No condom, no limits. I get to do whatever I want with you. If you want to stop, we can stop, but then you only get $500.