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I had a few by the time the front door bell rang. "Shit," I said out loud. When I opened the door, there stood my older married sister Joan.

"Hi sis," I slurred, then I noticed her suitcase, "staying are we?"

"If that's all right?" she said and walked past me into my flat. Leaving me to carry her suitcase in. "I've left him the bastard," she said, "this time he's gone too far."

"Oh," I said, "ok you take the bed and I'll sleep on the sofa."

"No, no, the bed big enough for both of us," she said, surveying my double bed from the doorway.

"Oh," I said again, the drink had stopped my higher brain functions.

"Any chance of one of those," she nodded to the Vodka bottle.

"Sure sis," I said and poured her a big slug.

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I had a quick shower and pulled on some clean underwear and slipped into my big bed. I lay there staring at the ceiling thinking about my sister. She was the first sexual girl in my life; we were on holiday somewhere when she appeared in a small two piece swimming costume. I've never seen so much naked flesh before and it was on my very own sister. Of course all the other lads were stared at her too. Thinking back I tried to work out when this was and how old I must have been. I was probably thirteen or fourteen, so that would make Joan fifteen or sixteen. Even at that age she was a very well build girl. Today, some ten years later, she as still trim true, but she has added a few pounds here and there, but still very fancible.

"Sorry I took so long, but I was enjoying the shower," she said and she slipped under the covers, but not before I was treated to a glimpse of her long naked legs under what seemed to be a man's pyjama top.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked.

"No not right now," she said and turned over.

"Ok, good night then," I said to her back and I too turned over and went to sleep.

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I awoke with a big hard on, as per usual, and Joan had turned over in her sleep and was nestling up against me; her right hand on my bare stomach, bare inches from my hard cock.

"Oh shit," I muttered to myself and tried without any result to lose my hard on. Then to make matters worse, Joan stirred slightly and her hand was now firmly holding my cock. I kept my eyes shut tight and pretended to be asleep. She moved again and her large tits rubbed my arm, I could feel their warmth through her top, and then her hand started to rub me. I wanted to yell out or move, but I could do neither, I just had to lie there and endured.

"Mmm, good morning brother, opps sorry about that," she said as she realised what she was holding. She got out of bed and stretched which didn't help my hard cock any.

"I'll make some tea," she said and disappeared into the kitchen.

I quickly dressed and joined her.

"Sleep well?" I asked.

I was just making conversation and trying not to look at her partially exposed tits, her PJ top had one too many buttons undone.

"Yes thanks fine, you?" she replied.

"Fine," I replied, "That's until I awoke."

"Oh yeah, sorry about that," she chuckled, it was mesmerising watching her tits wobble as she laughed, "been sleeping too long with fellers, anyway you've got nothing to be ashamed off."

"Who said anything about being ashamed," I smiled.

"Yeah," she giggled again, those bloody buttonholes where definitely too big for their buttons, the strain she was putting them under when she giggled had just popped another one. Oh my God, will you look at them beauties bursting out of her top.

"I'd better get dressed," she said, getting up and walking over to me and kissed me on the top of my head, her nearly naked tits just scant inches in front of my eyes.

She re-emerged in minutes dressed in a T-shirt and jeans, immediately I could see that she wasn't wearing a bra.

"I'll do some housework for you today, if you don't mind," she announced and set about clearing up my mess.

Mind, of course I didn't mind, the place was a mess and I had been planning to clear it up for weeks.

By late afternoon the place was spotless and the washing machine on doing my dirty clothes.

"There we go, I think that deserves a drink," she said.

"Sure sis," I said, and quickly found a new Vodka bottle and poured her a stiff one.

After she had gulped her drink down, she headed for the bathroom and I heard the shower going. I didn't see her for about an hour and then she sat down next to me on the sofa, this time dressed in a clean T-shirt. I assume she was wearing knickers underneath but that was all.

"God that feels better," she said, pulling her naked legs under herself. "It's good to relax away from that small dick husband of mine. By now she was on her third large Vodka and I could tell it was having an effect.

"Do you know what that bastard wanted me to do," she said her words slightly slurred.

"No," I said.

"He only wanted me to spread my legs for all his mates, the bastard," she said with venom.

"Oh," I said.

"Not that some of his mates weren't shagable," she giggled and I watched her braless tits wobble again causing me to become hard. "One or two were definitely ok, but I wasn't going to shag them for him."

By now the Vodka bottle was half-empty, with her drinking most of it.

"Yeah I like to choose my own bed partners," she said her words slurring badly now. "I think I drunk too much, please put me to bed."

"Sure sis," I said, she was a big girl and not that light, so it took some effort to carry her back to bed.

"Please stay and give me a cuddle," she slurred.

"Sure sis," I said and got in beside her. She turned her back on me and I put my arms around her.

"Mmm, that feels nice," she giggled and wiggled her backside onto my hard cock.

"Stop it sis," I said a little embarrassed.

"You wouldn't make me fuck all your mates now would you?" she muttered.

"Of course not, I'll keep you all to myself," I said.

"Yeah I bet," she sighed.

Soon after that she was snoring.

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"Sorry about yesterday," she said, I was eating my toast for breakfast when she entered the kitchen.

"I think the events of the last few days must have gotten to me," she said slightly embarrassed, "I never drink that much, well not that early in the day anyway."

"That's ok sis," I said.

"Well I better get dressed," she smiled and headed for the bathroom.

I called out my goodbyes and I headed off to work.

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When I returned she was waiting for me, dressed to kill, she was wearing a long dress, low at the front, much too low for her big bust, but hey who's complaining.

"Thought I do something special for dinner," she said, "hope you don't mind?"

"Dressed like that I'll be happy with beans on toast," I laughed.

"Stop it, I suppose I may have over dressed for the occasion," she chuckled, I waited for her tits to pop out but surprisingly they stayed in place.

"I'll go and change," she smiled at me, "I feel a bit silly now."

"Hey you look splendid," I said.

"Thanks, but I'll go and change," she said over her shoulder.

When she re-emerged she was wearing her tight Jeans and T-shirt.

"So how's that, better?" she posed for me.

"You can make a potato sack look sexy," I said being truthful,

"Thanks, let's eat," she said with a big smile.

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After dinner, I produced a new bottle of Vodka and poured both of us a big drink.

"So what are you going to do now?" I asked.

"I don't know," she said softly, "I'm not going back to that pervert of a husband, that's for sure."

"Well you can stay here as long as you want," I reassured.

"Thanks brother," she leaned over and kissed me, "but what about your girlfriend, what's her name, yes Lena."

"I'm afraid we're no longer together," I said.

"Oh I'm sorry," she said.

"It's alright," I said, "things didn't work out that's all."

"Well it's her loss, especially with your equipment," she laughed.

"Stop it sis," I said but I had to laugh.

The bottle was showing signs from our drinking.

"Time you took me to bed," she slurred, she tried to stand but she couldn't, "oh shit, I've drunk to much again."

"That's ok, here take my arm," I said and together we staggered off to bed.

We both kept busting out with laughter, as we tried to take our clothes off but we both kept falling over. Her hopping about on one leg trying to remove her tight jeans will live in my mind forever. At last we got into bed.

"Please give me a cuddle," she said and taking my hands and she put them firmly on her large tits. "I always loved having my tits fondled," she sighed.

Who was I to complain, even though I know I should have, but I had drunk just as much as she had. Before to long her soft snore could be heard. Damm it I thought, my cock was rock hard and now I had nowhere to put it; but at last I slept too.

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When I awoke, the light was streaming through the closed curtains. My cock was still hard and again her hand was firmly grasping it.

"Morning brother," she whispered, "it's lovely and hard again, do you want me to do something about it?"

"I love you to, but you're my sister," I said but hoping she would anyway.

"Don't worry about that," she giggled, her hand gently moved over me.

"God I had forgotten cocks came in this size," she giggled again, "come on put it in me."

I rolled over and got between her legs.

"Yeah, please," she sighed.

I slipped in without any trouble, she was slick with lust. We didn't last long, a few hard thrusts and we both came together.

"Oh my," she sighed, "if my husband had your equipment, I would do anything he asked. As it is I'm going to divorce the small dicked bastard."

"Thanks sis," I said proudly, "but do you think that's a good idea?"

"Sure do, anyway do you think I could stay for a bit," she said hugging me close, "I was thinking about finding my own place, but now I like to stay."

"Sure sis," I said.

"I'll do the housework and things," she said looking shyly up at me, "and anything else you want."

"Anything?" I asked with a laugh, "even invite my mates over."

"For your big cock, yes of course," she giggled.