I hated Tania, my goddamn smug fucking bitch sister. The older she got the worse it was for me. About the time she outgrew pigtails and started wearing bras she found out that mom was hyper sensitive about her growing sensuality and would howl like an injured dog that I was spying on her or trying to sneak peeks at her. The attention whore was lying like a politician but that didn't matter to my mother who thought I was the most evil big small tits brother on the planet to her precious chaste daughter. Tania would sit quietly and listen to me get endless lectures on how the worst form of depravity was lusting after my own sister, especially one as special sucking and dear as mine. When mom's back was to her, Tania would give me her most insolent smile and flip me the finger. I'm not sure how our father felt about the whole sordid relationship between Tania Lynn and me; he just shook his head and looked at me as if I was an embarrassment to his manhood. I was well over 19 years and Tania barely 18 when I decided that I wanted to escape my prison home and warden parents for the free world. The only way to do that was to join the military so I delay enlisted in the Navy, I had three months before I fled and I could hardly wait. My grief-stricken girlfriend was using her body as bait to lure me into staying but nothing in the world was going to stop me from putting an ocean between me and the smug bitch. But, anal sex pov as much as I loathed my sister, I had to admit she was about the prettiest, most voluptuous young woman I knew. I couldn't decide if she would end up as a flaxen-haired Playmate or a high-priced call girl. I never lusted after her, I got that thrill hammered out of me over years of verbal assault from my mother, but I couldn't help admiring her long legs, soft delectable curves and gravity defying 36c tits. I guess she felt her sexuality blonde was safe from me because she didn't try too hard to be modest around me. Many times I would catch her wandering around the house in bra and panties, bath towels or delicate feminine night wear. I never realized that my mother rarely saw her in her more revealing modes, my father never. One night I got a call from Tania, she was panicked, stress wailed from the phone to my ear, “Cab, you have get me! Please come get me, I'm scared, I have to get away from here!” I'd never gotten a cry for help from my little sister before, and she never said please so it startled me, “What? What do you mean you have to get away? Where are you and why in hell should I care?” “Let me wash you Tanya.” I claimed you. “You do the honours,” Tim said to Dave. She was still beautiful. We stopped for a moment, looking for a free spot. sucking Was it this big? “You get back here, right now. He glanced at the clock, pov feeling the lump in his throat. It took a moment or two for her to realize what I said. She’s a very sweet girl, and I won’t lie...I’ve found myself looking at her and undressing small tits her with my eyes at times, and fantasizing about the things I’d love to do to anal sex her. As soon as I’d said that I knew that I shouldn’t have because Alfie said, I was so weary. As they were leaving Heather asked him to save two chairs by the pool for blonde them, if he was ok with that. You feel so amazing inside me, Eric!”