I was on the rooftop, smoking a joint. Dad was two flights down throwing a temper tantrum and a few
I was on the rooftop, smoking a joint. Dad was two flights down throwing a temper tantrum and a few glasses against the kitchen wall. And then I saw my sister. She was wearing knee high socks, a pair of converse, a mini skirt. She came next to me, and when she dropped down next to me I couldn’t help but notice her tits bounce. She motioned me to pass the joint. I did, she inhaled, and while the smoke threaded out of her mouth, she looked me over. Her eyes illuminated in the moonlight. “You know we’re each other’s person.” She said.“yeah your my sister.” “No. We will be more than that, way more than brother and sister.”I raised my eyebrow, and then we heard our father throwing our mothers flatware against the wall. We winced. She passed then joint, and I leaned into her to grip it. Her scent, lavender and sweat told me to draw closer. I retracted. “you will be the only person in this world that will understand exactly just how fucked up my homelife was. And I will be the same for you.”“And what does that mean…for our future?”“It means we will either hate seeing each other in the future, or we’ll get each other through. We’ll comfort each other”Her hand drew to my lap. She traced my zipper with her finger, from my waist it’s end. I grew rock hard. “Let’s make a promise, tonight, little brother.”I was nervous, trembling. I cleared my throat. And then her hand traced back to the top of my zipper. She pinched it’s metal pull tab, and peeled my jeans open. “Let’s promise no matter what, we will always be there to comfort each other.” Her hand reached into my unzip pants, and then into my boxers. She now held my hard cock in her hand. She felts it’s girth. Giggled.“And let’s seal the deal, right now.” She pushed me into her mouth, and on the rooftop, as my dad screamed at my mother, I watched my big sister Bob up and down, on my thick cock. -- source link