Share via Email Illustration: Lo Cole for the Guardian My older sister and I have always had a rocky relationship. It started, my mother tells me, when I was brought home from hospital after being born and I was not the fun companion my sister had been promised. We then spent the better part of our childhood fighting. Our father did not want to know and would stay out of it. His attitude was, ignore it and it will go away.
And could suck a dick, man could she suck and had the tightest little wet slit shaved bald, damn my dick just gets hard thinking about her. She was one of my younger sister classmates and friend, as was her younger sister Wendy, friend not classmate. My sister Francis, Fran as we called her, is a not quite 6 years younger than me. I was 12 almost thirteen and she was 27, although she was older than me, in fact she the oldest I ever had, all the rest were younger except for three others, who was the same age as me. Sweet little Gale, light brown hair, medium lips, oval face, nice firm tits larger than oranges by half in size, little chubby but not fat, about 4 inches shorter than me, full hips and kind of flightily, but sweet. Well not to let the opportunity escape I wrapped my arms around her for a full bore kiss. I pulled her hard into me and sort of cupped her ass for a second; she flinched pushing herself into me.