Annie was always the favorite. Among our parents, our peers, and especially with the boys. All of our childhood, Annie was always praised for whatever she was doing. In school, the teachers had always told her that she did well and that she would excel in life and that she would go far in whatever way of life she chose. She was always the popular girl. She was always among friends. As we got into high school and college, she always had an array of boyfriends. I remember her never having gone without boys to dances or special occasions. So after Annie graduated from college, I distinctly remember the night she came home with her "fiancee."
Daniel was a very nice guy. But I knew that she wasn't really marrying him because she really loved him. Annie wasn't like that. I don't she believes in real, passionate love. The deep emotional connection you can rarely find with another person. She was marrying Daniel because he was 4 years older than her and already had established his career and was making great money. He belonged to many charitable organizations and was popular among his co-workers. That and he had a body to die for. Trim, athletic figure with killer abs and a tight ass. He eyes were a shade of green that when he looked at you, he looked through to your very soul. So after 7 years of marriage and 2 children later, I heard the most wonderful new of my life.
"Daniel and I are getting divorced," I heard Annie say.
"He just doesn't get it. All he ever wants to do is have sex and I can't deal with him anymore. All he ever thinks about is these disgusting fantasies that he gets from watching his porn. He's so degrading whenever we try to be intimate. I can't stand him anymore. I used to think that I loved him and that our lives would be great, but I guess that they say is true. Money can't buy love or happiness."
"What will you do? Where will you and the children go?"
"Well, I was hoping you and dad would let me and the kids stay here until things settle down and I find a nice suitable place for us. My job is fine and I've got some money saved up. I just need to find a place and it might take awhile for the divorce to go thorough."
"You take all the time you need dear, your father and I will support any decision that you make. We want a good, stable environment for the children to be in and it would be best for them to be with family, where you and they will be safe and protected."
"Thank you mother, " Annie said as she got up and hugged our mother.
I hurried back up to my room as I pondered what my sister said. I had always known that Daniel was a sexual person. And from what I remembered, Annie was too. I remember before they got married, they were always sneaking off someplace to get off. Sometimes, when they didn't think anyone was home, but I was in my room, I remember hearing them. I remember the raw sexual passion. I remember Annie back in her college days, I heard her talking with her roommate about all of her encounters with the guys. Her skipping classes to get it on with her many boyfriends. I remember hearing her spilling all the glorious details about it. How she would always start off by sucking his big dick and how she loved the feeling of it sliding down her throat and then how she would only climax when she was on top, riding his big cock and until she came.
Most of the time, I thought Annie was a slut. But there were very unusual times where I was insanely jealous of her. I had lost my virginity with a guy I had studied with in college, but it wasn't romantic or even sordidly "dirty." It was just sort of a situation where we looked at each other and said, "okay, let's try this."
The next few weeks were sort of blurry. With Annie and the kids moving in and the divorce proceedings happening, I hadn't given much thought to the conversation that I had overheard between Annie and our mother. But after a few months, I was at a convention for work and Daniel was one of the guest speakers. Seeing him reminded me that he had been married to my sister. But still, he was a handsome man. His hair was just starting to gray around the temples, his eyes were still that piercing green and he still had a body to die for. My mind started to wander off to the conversation that I heard. And I noticed myself getting turned on. I felt my body start to flush and found myself getting slightly damp between my legs. I felt a little dirty, a little wrong imagining my sister's ex-husband doing explicit things.
