Sure, you could say that she is my sister. But that is just a word, like table or cow. At least that’s how I would like to think of it. But is it right to think of her as less than my sister? Maybe it is the fact that she is my sister that I find her so attractive. It is the thrill of sticking it to the taboo culture. If she wasn’t my sister, perhaps I wouldn’t even notice her. Her name is Virginia . We have different mothers. I was born to our father’s first wife and Virginia to his second wife, a Venezuelan immigrant. At sixteen, Virginia is 7 years younger than me. She possesses all the qualities that probably attracted my father to her mother in the first place. Thanks to her multiracial heritage, she flaunts a light bronze complexion and a petite structure, which carries with it an overwhelming exoticness that just drives me up the wall. Her breasts are round and full, large for her age, but not near large enough to be found repulsive. Her cleavage seems to just hang in front of my face all the time, tempting me with its slight jiggling at each move she makes. Her body abruptly slims below her breasts, revealing a flat and smooth midsection, normally exposed due to Gölbaşı escort bayan her short shirts and low cut jeans. She has wide, curving hips that just compliment everything else. Her v is often discernable, wide and tempting, beautifully settled between her legs. Then there is her flawless round ass. It is the kind that makes you want to clench your fists and moan. It stretches her jeans tight, curving into her muscular, but feminine thighs. I just forgot, she has a head too! She has jet black hair, often hanging loose around her neck. Her outstanding widow’s peak doesn’t overshadow her beautiful face, equipped with large brown eyes that seem to scream of her innocence and youth. Her nose is flatter and wider than mine, probably another thing she picked up from her mother. Her lips………. oh yeah. Mmmmmmmm. That young lady has quite some lips. I can’t quite explain what is so outstanding about her lips, but that they seem to be shy; they seem to be held back, as if she needs something to let them free. Now that I am out of the service and living at my father’s house, I see a lot of Virginia . Since we have a considerable age difference, Escort Keçiören and I lived with my mother for most of my life, we really don’t see each other as siblings. Our relationship would be more like one you would find between friendly cousins. Since I am not as authoritative as her parents, or as distant as her friends seem to be, and since I am her only sibling, she usually unburdens herself on me. I don’t mind, I enjoy helping people. She also comes to me for homework help, and I naturally oblige. Recently, she began learning that her friends aren’t very outstanding people. Virginia is very mature for her age, and decided to stop affiliating herself with many people that she used to spend her time with. She fell out of the “in” crowd at school, and began spending much more time at home. Since I have been working nights at my new security job at the local mall, I would see her every day after she got home from school. My father works until nine, and Virginia ‘s mother doesnt get home from her new job until almost ten. So Virginia and I began spending a lot of time alone together (oxy-moron?). But that was alright, because I seemed to be doing Kızılay escort a good job of keeping my strong attraction to her under wraps, or under sheets rather. One day, I think a Tuesday, I was watching Jeopardy. As I was laughing at some Bostonian who didn’t know who Henry VIII’s father was (the most obvious answer is the right one), Virginia trots on in the door, home from school. We share idle chatter about our day. By now I’m watching the news about a rapist whose sketch bears a striking resemblance to the anchor man, and Virginia says she would like to use the TV. I don’t want to give it up. She lunges at the remote, which then turns into a friendly wrestling match. I’m struggling to get the remote back from her while she giggles. She ends up on her back on the floor, remote still in hand, while I have mounted her and have her hands pinned to the floor above her head. She flashes me a mischievous grin. She is completely unaware of the fact that her left nipple is hanging out. Her areola is a delicious brown, round and her stout nipple is erect and staring me right in the face. I suddenly get hard. I don’t just mean hard, I mean rock hard. My breath is just taken away. Now I don’t mean to brag, but 9 inches of rock hard cock can’t be hidden by a pair of jeans. I immediately jump off of her, and walk upstairs, trying desperately to keep my desire under control. I sit in on my bed and contemplate. I have to have her. I have to. It is not worth it to keep this bottled up.