My Sister - The Tie That Binds - Part 1

I return back to my hometown and reunited with my teenage sisters. Part one is a slow start but lots more to follow.

Within the family dynamic, some things change, and some things stay the same. So, what never changed in my family? My dad and I never seeing eye to eye. I always thought he was a knob, and he couldn’t stand the fact that I was the only one in the family who stood up to him. My mum and two younger sisters went through so much with him and they normally just ended up hiding away and keeping out of his space. Sad really. And what did change? Well, my relationship with my mum and sisters. We became very close but not until I was in my twenties. When I was 18, I couldn’t wait to get out of the house. I got good grades in my exams and was offered a place at Cambridge University to study Linguistics. But I wanted out of that house and travel, so I took a gap year. I started in the South of France, meaning to travel all round Europe but spent the whole summer working in Nice and then Cannes. I worked all hours for six days a week and partied all day on my day off. I saved up good money and learnt fluent French. So, when the summer ended, I moved up to Paris and took a job there. I was a hard worker and learnt a lot about the catering and hospitality industry. This is also where I got my sex education which was wild and plentiful. A story for another day, I’m sure.

When my year was about up, I returned to England to take up my place at Cambridge. But after much discussion with the faculty, I changed my course to History and Modern Languages, specialising in French. I loved it there. I had a healthy sum of savings, a year of life experience and was lucky to find shared accommodation with some very fun and funny guys. The course itself was easy for me, for the most part, and I graduated with honours. I was encouraged to stay and get a Masters but I was ready to move back to the South coast where I was from. Adopt a slower pace of life and maybe settle down. That didn’t really happen, but it was a nice idea. I got a good job working for a legal firm dealing with International Contracts. While I was at Cambridge, one of my roommates was Italian and I leant a lot from him so was almost Fluent in that language too. I sorted a mortgage on a nice flat near the coast and only a couple of miles from my family home. At 22, My life was going swimmingly.

I had kept in touch with my mum and sisters through e-mails, texts and the occasional call. I managed to meet up in London infrequently for birthdays and stuff, but I wanted nothing to do with my dad so kept a bit of distance. But a few weeks before I moved into my flat I got the news that dad had moved out. Rather my mum had got the courage to kick him out and a divorce was pending. This was great news, not just for mum but my sisters as well. I was happy for all of them. Hopefully they could now move on with a normal life without constantly being bullied and controlled. Just after I moved in, I received a message from my oldest sister, Kim. She was five years younger than me and still at school, in her final year. She asked if she could come over and have a chat. Of course, I said yes. I looked forward to catching up.

We arranged lunch that Sunday and I booked a restaurant on the seafront. It was a nice day, and we ate outside. Kim seemed so happy, more than I had seen for many years and we chatted for hours. We talked about her school and what she intended on doing afterwards. I gave her advice and hoped it was helpful. We spoke about Ellie, our sister who was just turning fifteen. Kim wanted to throw a party for her but they had little money so I suggested I could help. The whole afternoon was going perfectly. Then the subject of her boyfriend came up and she became a bit shy. Sadder, I guess. We had outstayed our welcome at the restaurant and so we took a walk along the beach. She asked me all about my time in France and was excited to hear about my life there and all the things I had done there. We had never really spoken much about my gap year. Not on a one-to-one basis. We were always with family, so we didn’t really go into detail. As we chatted, we found ourselves holding hands. It felt like I was ten and she was five. It was an uplifting experience. Kim was eager to continue chatting, she was so curious about my life and loved to talk, so I invited her back to my flat.
Once I had shown her around the flat, which met with her overwhelming approval, we settled down on the sofa with a bottle of wine. After a glass or two each, Kim wanted to hear me tell her about all the fancy French ladies I had met and things we got up to. It should have been strange talking about that stuff with my younger sister but actually it was very comfortable. I told her a couple of raunchy stories of my time in Paris and she flushed and got quite giggly. I chose this time to ask her more about her boyfriend and why she was sad earlier. She was ready to open up now.
“Well, we have been together for about a year. We met at a party and he is a nice guy. But physically he seems…a bit reluctant. I want to try lots of things but he’s a quite boring in that department. He’s 6 months younger than me too so neither of us are experienced. I don’t want to be a tramp but would love to try things. That gap year in France sounds amazing. But not something I could do. I’m too shy and inexperienced.” I enjoyed hearing Kim speak. Being so open and honest. She had a lovely quiet voice too.
“If I’m being honest, I was petrified when I first moved over to France. I was ready to come home after a week. But I stuck at it and met a couple of English guys there who really helped settle. Maybe that’s not for you but don’t be afraid to try things. You’re young and now is a good time to make mistakes. Just, no regrets.”
“Je ne regrette rien.” She said laughingly.
“Exactly!”

I put my arm around her, and we cuddled for a bit. I was feeling very much like a big brother. That hadn’t been the case before, and I was liking it.
“So, tell me these things you’d like to try? You know, with your boyfriend?” Kim hesitated for a while, perhaps deep in thought or perhaps reluctant to tell me. Eventually she replied.
“You’ll probably think this is lame. I’m sure you’ve done lots of things.”
“No. What I’d think is lame is if you were 17 and had tried everything. And I may not have done everything. In fact, I know I haven’t. So, come on, tell.” More hesitation but this was definitely thinking.
“Well, we have really only done normal sex. Missionary, doggy. You know the normal. In a bed with the lights off. With protection of course. And I have given him a few blowjobs but all with condoms. And he cums very quickly.” She sighed. “The sex is nice but I don’t orgasm or even get very turned on.”
“Oh, nobody wants a ‘nice’ sex life.”
“Yeah, right. And I don’t want to split up with him. But for a start, lets do it somewhere other than the bedroom. The kitchen, lounge, anywhere. Outdoors would be nice. I’d even do it in a public bathroom like a restaurant or something. Is that weird?” I shook my head.

We had stopped cuddling now and Kim was sitting upright listing all the things she wanted sexually. She was calm but focused and also clearly frustrated.
“I want him to go down on me. You know, he’s never done that? I want to feel his tongue on my…clit. And I want to taste cum. Just once let’s not use a condom. I want to suck a cock and have it quirt in my mouth. Or even over my face. Hmmm. I’d love that.” This was a lot of pent-up sexual frustration. And the worst part of it all, was that I was listening intently and getting an erection. Not for Kim, but the way she was describing everything in her soft-spoken voice. It all sounded so sexy. And there was more. “What I think I’d like the most…is to be tied up. Some kind of bondage. I might not like it but it would be fun to try. Just with someone I trust a lot. Does that all make sense to you?” I nodded profusely.
“Absolutely. I don’t think you haven’t described anything that wouldn’t be considered normal. Maybe on the risque side of normal.”
“Have you done all that? Everything I said.?”
“Yeah. And more.” Kim purred.

At that point, I glanced at my watch. Our lunch date had gone on way longer than either of us anticipated.
“We better get you home, young lady. School tomorrow I assume.”
“Not tomorrow. Teacher training day or something. I was planning on going shopping.”
“In that case, perhaps you might want to stay over. I can drop you off in the morning.”
“Yeah. I’d love that.” She hugged me tightly. “Can I have another glass of wine then?” I headed to the kitchen to fetch another bottle whilst she texted her mum explaining she was staying over. When I got back to the lounge, she gave me a big thumbs up. “Mum said will you pop in tomorrow when you drop me off? I think just to say hi.”
“Of course. I’d love to see her and Ellie. We should all start hanging out more.” I handed Kim a glass of wine. “Better make this your last. Can’t be getting you drunk.” We sat and chatted some but more about academic stuff than her sexual wants. After she finished her wine, I showed her the spare bedroom and she asked to have a shower. I sorted her a towel.
“Do you have anything I can wear? Like a nightshirt or something?”
“I have lots of shirts. You can pick what you want.” I showed her to my clothes drawers and she picked out an American Football shirt that was huge. That would do.

I left her to get showered and went back to the lounge. We still had some wine to get through and it wasn’t quite time for bed. A short time passed, and Kim appeared looking refreshed and with a big smile on her face. Wearing my large shirt and with and no make-up, she looked so young and sweet. Her hair was curlier than before. She had ginger hair and I remembered that whenever it got wet it went a bit frizzy. That and her bright blue eyes gave her the cutest look. She settled in next to me again and happily received her wine glass. Before we knew it, she was nuzzling into my shoulder, and my hand was on her knee. The shirt was large only long enough to cover her thighs and no further.
“So Chris, your boyfriend, is he the only one you’ve been with?” I prompted.
“Yeah. He is a really good kid. Just not very exciting.”
“Nobody else to compare him too then.”
“Nope. Not even seriously kissed another guy.” It fell silent for a while and the Kim lifted her head up and kissed me. I looked at her and frowned. “Just seeing what it was like.”
“Well, that wasn’t a proper kiss. Not sure what you learned from that.” So she had another go. This time deeper and more intense and I helped by kissing her back. It was a lovely kiss and I noticed that my hand had slipped further up her leg to inside her thigh.

She smiled at me in a way that suggested she wanted more. I reached my left arm around her shoulder and pulled her in for another kiss. Our tongues entwined and danced playfully. Her lips were soft and I couldn’t help giving then a small bite. Kim responded with the same as we pressed our lips together with a ferocity. My right hand slipped further up her thigh.
“Do you like that?” I asked her.
“What the kissing or your hand on my leg?”
“The kiss.”
“It was wonderful. Never kissed like that before. And the hand on the leg, that’s good too. Can we do more?”
“Anything you like.” She leant back in for more kissing. It was as good as before. Certainly not like kissing your sister. My cock twitched told me I wanted more than just a kiss. My hand then moved slowly up the inside of her thigh and reached where her panties should have been. But instead it encountered something warm and sticky. She had nothing on under the shirt and instinctively I slipped a finger into her inviting pussy. Kim groaned and bit harder on my lip. That was hot and encouraged me to slip in another finger. I slowly finger fucked her as we kissed.

Her moans grew louder and stronger as I kept up the steady rhythm. She had stopped kissing and was now gasping for breath. I released my fingers and she exhaled sharply. My index finger shifted onto her clit and started a firm rubbing. Wet from her pussy it slid across her button easily. She writhed next to me and it was difficult to keep my hand in place. So I took my hand away.

She looked over at me.
“Don’t stop. Please?”
“I’m not going to stop. But you are going to get your first oral stimulation.” I knelt on the floor in front of her and pushed the shirt she wore up to her stomach. I then placed my hands on the cheeks of her bum and slid her towards me. My face was staring at her pussy. With one hand I pushed her leg wider and the other spread her pussy lips so her clit stood out. I ran my tongue up the inside of her thigh and circled the entrance to her vagina. She grabbed hold of my shoulders and tried to pull me closer and close her legs, trapping my head between then. But my hand pushed her legs back open and my tongue alighted on her swollen clit causing Kim to exclaim something under her breath. I pressed my tongue down and move my head gently back and forth.
“Fuck. FUCK.” She screamed. I continued the motion, and I could feel Kim’s legs trembling. I slipped a finger back in her pussy and synchronised it with my tongue. Her legs tightened against my face and there was a gush of liquid from her pussy. Kim leaned back and said through gritted teeth “I’m coming. Oh fuck me yes. I’m coming.” And with that, her pussy convulsed, her thighs squeezed together and her hands tore at the fabric of the sofa. It was a wonderful orgasm.

She leant back, somewhat breathless, eyes closed. I pulled myself up to be next to her. She opened her eyes, gave me a beaming smile and kissed me. It was on the lips but much sisterlier.
“Thank you. That was amazing. I am so glad you are back home.”