My story happened many years ago when I was eighteen and a fizzing cauldron of testosterone and insatiable libido.
It was early summer and I was home alone, just watching TV, mid afternoon. The phone rang and I thought about ignoring it but was worried it might be my mum checking up on me, so I answered it. Turned out it was my sister, asking to speak to mum, I said our folks were out for the day and wouldn't be back until late this evening.
She sounded upset so I asked if she was okay, after a pause she just said "The usual," which meant she'd had another row with her bell end husband. Not being the most wise of eighteen year olds I declined to give any sage advice and just asked if wanted to come round and chill out for a bit, stay for some dinner, mum had left soup, lots of soup! She said she be round in a minute. I carried on watching TV, a bit cross with myself as I had been psyching myself up for an epic wank (well it wasn't every day I was left home alone!).
My sister is nine years older than me and was married to the biggest tool ever, back then. He was always talking to her as if she was shit on his shoes. She was being worn down, her self esteem and self confidence slowly ebbing away. Before the marriage, three years ago, she was life and soul of the party. Kind of a cool big sis, because she was quite a bit older than me and did her growing up when I was still a kid. She also left home pretty young, so although we were family we were not that close at the time. She had not lived at home for eight or nine years and when she had lived at home she considered me an irritating brat (I know because she told me, frequently!). I was kind of in awe of her though.
Twenty minutes later there was a knock on the door and I let her in. She went into the living room and sat on the sofa, I sat in an armchair, she sighed, momentarily smiled, then her expression turned into a grimace and then a look of abject misery!
"He's fucking his secretary." She said, quite out of the blue.
I didn't know if I was meant to speak, so said nothing, but the pause became more and more awkward.
"Well, he is a cunt." I said, reassuringly.
She burst into tears.
Feeling bad I sat next to her on the sofa and to my surprise she rested her head on my shoulder and wept. Awkward, but I put my arm around her shoulder and gave her a kind of big brother hug, despite the age difference, I was a lot taller than her, and pretty buff in those days, while she was a good eight inches shorter and with a nice figure, lovely tits and arse. I remembered them from when she lived at home and walked from her bedroom to the bathroom in her bra and pants, calling me a pervert when I watched her open mouthed.
She buried in deeper to my shoulder, so that I couldn't see her face.
"What's wrong with me? Why aren't I enough? I'll do anything for him, but he's not interested. Today he said his secretary takes care of ALL of his needs, why would he waist his sperm on a dyke like me?"
"What? You're a dyke?" My mouth said before my brain told it to.
"No, he's just jealous of my girlfriends, especially Ingrid. He taunts me with disgusting comments about her and what we do together."
I can't deny, my interest was piqued.
"Like what?"
She immediately unburied her face and with a swoosh of her blonde hair gave me a look. "seriously?"
For some reason, I drew my arm around her shoulder and pulled her back into me. She did not resist.
"Well," I said after a while, "his secretary must be hot stuff if she's better looking than you."
My sister slapped me in the chest, but didn't move away, I think she gave a little giggle but I couldn't see her face.
