Copyright © February 2018 by CiaoSteve
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This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
Author's Notes
Foreword #1 : All sexually active characters in this story are over 18
Foreword #2 : This is a story and intended purely for pleasure.
Foreword #3 : The author does not condone nor encourage the practice of incest.
Foreword #4 : This is part 2 of My Slutster Sister. Although there is a little recap at the start you may want to go back to part 1 to see what has happened so far.
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Ben, an 18 year old maths student, had often felt hard done by. Here he was, scrimping and scraping to fund an education while his sister seemed to have everything in life. What's more, she had everything without even having to work for it. She had the money, the material goods and the body to boot. If only Ben could know the secret behind his sister's fortunes.
A combination of events did lead to just that. It all started with an unplanned opportunity to listen in to his sister assumingly pleasuring herself. Then a set of undeleted photos on a mobile phone put his sister into a new light; she had now become a feast of fantasy whom Ben idolised after. He idolised so much that he even rigged up cameras in her bedroom in order to see what she really got up to.
Boy, what a surprise when he found out his sister's secret as to how she maintained her lifestyle. His sister was nothing more than a wanton slut, fucking her way through life. But it didn't stop there. It seemed that Ben's sister didn't mind who she fucked. Uncle Jack, dad's brother, was one of her favourites.
So now Ben had given her an ultimatum and today was the day.
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So here it was, Friday once more. Maybe I'd already mentioned it but Friday was my favourite day of the week. College finished early and I got a couple of hours of "me" time before returning to the chaos of family life. This Friday though was going to be a Friday unlike any other. Yes, it was still "me" time but not necessarily time alone.
What happened today would all be down to my slut of a sister. She had her options and she had to choose. Only when I knocked on the door would I know how my Friday was to become. Would the door be answered by Dani dressed in that red baby doll, heralding an hour or two of carnal fun. I so hoped that was the case as the alternative was to explain to our parents just how their beloved daughter funded her lifestyle and just what was going on in their own house. The latter would be damaging for all of us, whereas the former would just be one more little secret to keep. One more dirty little secret and Dani was so good at keeping those.
I neared the house, my heart beating wildly. It was time to see which path my slutster of a sister had chosen. I stood on the doorstep for a minute, contemplating. Could I go through with this or should I just pull my keys out and open it? Slowly I reached up and rapped with my knuckles on the wooden door. I waited, the longest three minutes of my life. It seemed that Dani had decided not to go through with it. I was just resigning myself to having to explain all to our parents, thinking just how I would say what needed to be said, when I heard the faint sounds of movement on the stairs. Taking a step back away from the door, I waited in anticipation.
The door opened and I almost drooled at the sight that confronted me. She had followed my instructions to the letter as standing in the doorway was Dani dressed in nothing more than that red baby doll. It was too good to be true. Blinking to make sure it was not a dream, I looked her up and down. I hadn't noticed from the video quite how see through this outfit was. Those dark aureoles were plainly visible atop her large breasts, as was the whisper of bush which ran staight up across her mound. I stood there, intentionally longer than need be.
"Come on inside," whispered Dani nervously "we don't want the whole world to see, do we? Isn't this just our little secret?"
I broke out of my stance. She was right and, much as I wanted Dani to worry about passers by taking a quick peek at her state of undress, it was better that nobody noticed. I walked slowly towards the door but before I had even crossed the threshold I felt Dani pull me inside, slamming the door shut behind.
There she stood, in all her beauty, right in front of me. Dani reached up and wrapped her arms over my shoulders, pulling me in closer to her. She whispered into my ear.
"Is this OK Ben? Are you happy with your sexy sister?"
This was indeed beyond my wildest dreams, a fantasy playing out in front of me. Little did she know of the hours I had spent idolising over this hot body. The videos were a real turn on but lacked reality. That encounter in the shower room was more for show than anything else. Yet now, stood here just inside the front door, things had suddenly become real. Friday "me" time was still all about me, but now it was more apt to call it "us" time. I kissed Dani on the cheek before responding.
"You look fantastic Dani."