My buddy Mark and I have been friends for a long time. We’ve been thru a lot together, and have done a lot. Up till last Saturday, though, I wouldn’t have believed what happened could happen. I started going out with his sister Michelle about five months ago. His Dad Married her Mom about twenty years ago, and they became brother and sister that way, when he was 14 and she was 10. Mark’s 34 now, and I am 32.
Ever since I had known Michelle, she was a total slut. But she had a nice body on her, straight blonde hair and large tits. I decided I wanted a crack at Michelle, so I began turning up the charm whenever she was around, and eventually, we got together. Michelle is great as a fuck-mate, cuz she will do so much more than other women. I don’t know if it comes from the fucked-up life she had with her Mom before she married Mark’s dad or what, but she just looks like the kind of girl you wanna treat with disrespect. I have taken pictures of Michelle, in different outfits, and doing things like sucking my knob, or fingering herself. And we have sometimes watched pornos together and re-enacted what was on the screen.
Anyway, since her brother Mark and I have been buddies longer than I have known her, Mark still comes over to my apartment a lot, whether Michelle is there with me or not. Sometimes he sleeps over too. I remember one morning when Michelle came out to the living room wearing only her robe, her white cotton panties, and a beat-up old white tanktop. Her top was showing a lot of cleavage, which both me and Mark could see while we ate breakfast to try and get rid of the hangover we worked up the night before. Mark says to her, “Hey, Michelle—show us your tits, eh?” Michelle told him to fuck off, and called him a pervert, but later when she took off the robe and put on clothes for the day, she wore the very same top, with a pair of faded denim cutoffs. Man, her tits were very visible, hanging there in her old white tanktop! You could practically see the entire shape of her tits, as if she had shown Mark her knockers. I let her wear it, since I liked the way her tits looked in them, too, and who cares if her brother got a look at ‘em too, right? I was the one who got to feel them. I remember really wanting to fuck Michelle that afternoon. I got her while she was in the bathroom, putting on make-up. I began to run my hand up in between her tits, under her shirt, feeling them up royally, and kissing her face and mouth. I ended up pulling her shorts down, pulling her tanktop up, and on the bathroom carpet, while her brother watched Star Trek: The Next Generation out in my living room.