I always got along well with my hot-bodied, s*** older sister. She was a willing participant in my advances and fed into my interests (fetishes) for her body, long, usually red-polished nails, and overall s** appeal. When whatever we were doing during the daytime wasn’t enough, I started going into her bedroom at night to feel her up, play with her body, and generally use her as she slept (was a hard sleeper).

One night, I admit, putting my fingers too far inside of her, waking her up. Instead of getting pissed and fuming mad, she asked me if I knew what I was doing and knew what a woman wanted. She then pulled the covers off of her body and told me to climb in, which I did, not knowing what she had in mind for me. Trick?

She took my hand in hers and placed it onto her bare mound, then started stroking my already-up there item, wanting to know how hard she got me.

After a few minutes, the s*** sister asked me directly “Do you want me? and “If you do, let’s”. While I wasn’t quite sure of how she wanted or liked s**, I was all too willing to take the lead and jumped on her.

After a little messy and what I now know as “clumsy” romping s**, my hot sister told me she’d keep teaching me if I could somehow not say a word about it to anyone, especially my leering, always after her, friends.

We kept it up even when she moved into an apartment, as I had a key and would drop by often just for “lessons” from her. I’ve been married, divorced, and with various women in my time, yet, have to admit…She’s still the best I’ve ever had. I also compare other women to her, which I know isn’t fair.