Gender: Female Age: 57 Location: N/A
|Introduction: Older sister learns some new tricks from younger.|
Once upon a time.....
No. Strike that. This isn't going to be any fairytale. It's the story of how my younger sister changed my life forever.
My name is Lisa, and in the summer of 2005 I had just come back from Iraq. Yes, I was a soldier, and I had been wounded when an "improvised explosive device" had gone off under our Hummer. Nothing major really, just a little shrapnel in my butt, but it was enough to get me evac'd. I'd always thought my butt was a little too much on the generous side, but after that experience I thought maybe a little extra padding wasn't such a bad thing.
At any rate, the docs said I had some kind of nerve damage, which occasionally gave me shooting pains down my leg, and made me walk with a little bit of a limp when I was tired. So I got sent home on leave to recuperate and get some outpatient physical therapy at a nearby Air Force hospital. My enlistment was almost up and I was trying to decide if I wanted to re-up.
My mom wanted me to take my discharge and stay home. She said that she thought one Purple Heart was enough for me, and that one child in the war at a time was enough, my older brother being an Air Force C-130 pilot stationed in England. My father didn't say much about it and I think he was a bit conflicted. He had always been supportive of me since I decided to join up, but he had been a draft dodger, running off to Canada during the Vietnam war. Myself, I hadn't made up my mind.
I arrived home on a Friday, and that whole weekend our house was full of friends and relatives coming by to visit and welcome me home. It was a difficult few days for me. I was tired, jet lagged, irritable and alternately either embarrassed by all the attention, or bored. The most annoying thing was that, although everybody meant well, it was obvious that none of them really understood. Nobody "got it."
My female relatives, aunts and cousins, were certain I had been through the awfulest things possible, and tried to divert my attention with silliness. My male relatives either were either awed or afraid of me or wanted to get into my pants. All except for one. On Saturday night I had had enough and ducked out of the house for awhile, finding a dark corner of the backyard behind the garage. I had only been out there a little while when I heard a voice.
"Lisa? Can ya stand a little company?"
It was my Uncle Mike. I had seen him earlier, but he hadn't said much. He didn't often visit us, even though he and my mom were only siblings. He had been a helicopter pilot in Vietnam, and once when I was little, he and my dad had gotten into a big argument about the war. They had maintained the peace since then, but only at a sort of distance.
"Sure Uncle Mike," I said. I had come out here to avoid company, but Mike had always been gentle to me. My mom had often told me I was a lot like him.
"You know Lisa, one veteran to another, let me give you a little heads up. Don't pay to much attention to them." He jerked his thumb toward the house. "Whether they're patting you on the back or spitting in your face, and I've gotten both, the truth is, they'll never understand."
I just nodded and he paused for awhile. "Lisa, anything you need, you need help with anything at all, just call me." When I didn't say anything he went on, "I hope ya don't mind honey, but I been braggin' on ya some down at the VFW post. There's a few guys that have said they'd like to meet ya. Want me to bring you around
I thought about that. True, they probably would understand some of the things I felt better than my own family, but I wasn't sure I was ready for the VFW. "I dunno," I said doubtfully.
"Well, no rush. You don't have to join or anything like that. Active duty personnel are welcome anytime. If you change your mind, just give me a call."
I nodded again. "OK. Uncle Mike. Maybe."
"I'm gonna head back in there," he said, "Take care."
The rest of the weekend was like I already described it, boring, embarrassing and tiring. Monday morning my parents both had to go back to work. They had jobs that were important enough that they couldn't take off on short notice, and my arrival home had been sorta unplanned.
With my parents both out of the house, it was just me and my little sister, Eva. Well, my younger sister anyway. She had kinda grown up while I was off fighting. I guess I should describe us both before I go too much further with this.
I'm Lisa. I'm 22 years old. I ran cross country in high school and I'm thin enough to be called skinny, but kinda wiry tough. I'm 5'7" and my measurements are 32 a cup, 24 waist and 34 hips and I weighed 122 pounds my last physical. In color I take after my mom, with light blond hair, blue eyes and fair skin.
My sister's name is Eva. She just turned 18. She's a swimmer though she isn't so competitive that she has a real swimmer's body. She definitely has strong shoulders and back muscles though. She's also 5'7" (she checked the first day I got home, claiming she was taller than me.) I don't know exactly how much she weighs, though probaby more than me since she's more muscular and has bigger boobs, maybe 34-35 b or c cups. I saw her in her swimsuit the first day I got home but those racer back suits kinda flatten you so I'm not sure. She takes more after my dad, dark hair, brown eyes, olive complexion.
I was sitting at the kitchen table finishing my coffee when Eva came downstairs. She was wearing her 'work uniform,' a red one-piece racerback swimsuit. She was a lifeguard at the municipal pool and also taught swimming lessons there. She got a granola bar from a box on the counter and sat down at the table. "Mom said you should drive me to work and then you could have the car."
"I don't need the car," I said.
"Oh? How you gonna get to your appointment?"
Shoot! I forgot I had an appointment for physical therapy. It was really my brother's car but since he was off in England Eva had been using it. "Oh, yeah." I glanced at the clock. "What time do you have to be there?"
It was only a few minutes drive to the park but it was already a quarter till so I got my keys and some paperwork I needed for the hospital. I dropped Eva off and went to my appointment where they evaluated me and scheduled me for therapy three times a week. When I got back home it was barely noon and since I was still on Baghdad time I decided to take a nap.
One of Eva's friends dropped her off from work and the noise woke me up. Our mom got home a little later and started dinner and the rest of the evening was almost like old times, I even did the dishes. After dinner though was boring. I was used to having all my time accounted for and I didn't know what to do with free time. I thought about taking Uncle Mike up on the VFW thing but decided to put that off and went to bed.
Before I joined the army I had been a pretty sound sleeper. I would sleep through thunderstorms and stuff that would wake everyone else up. My family used to joke that they'd have to use a bomb to get me up if there was a fire. They didn't joke about bombs around me anymore. What they didn't know was I was now a very light sleeper.
It was about 2am and I couldn't sleep. I was thinking about going downstairs to read or something when I heard a noise from the hall. I sensed someone pause outside my door. It had to be Eva as my parents' room was between mine and the stairs and they had the master bathroom attached. Eva's room was down the hall and she would have to pass my room to get to the stairs. But why was she listening outside my door? I thought maybe she just didn't want to disturb me. At any rate, she finally left and I could hear her slowly moving down the hall.
My curiosity was piqued and I had to get up to see why she was sneaking around. I crept to my door and peeked out. Eva was stopped again, listening outside our parents' door. After a bit, she evidently satisfied herself that they were asleep and continued down the stairs. Using my Special Forces training, (well, OK, I didn't have any, but I did take an escape and evasion course once) I followed her.
Eva continued through the living room and the dining room into the kitchen. I still wondered, if she was just after a midnight snack, why all the sneaking around? I peeked into the kitchen just in time to see her head down the basement stairs. Again I followed, but she didn't go down to the basement. Instead, she eased open the side door and stepped out onto the driveway. She was wearing a large t-shirt as a nightshirt and I had to know where she was going dressed like that in the middle of the night, so I continued to follow.
I was wearing a cammo t-shirt and men's boxers that I was used to sleeping in. It wasn't exactly what I'd wear out in public but I was going out in my own yard so I pushed open the door and snuck out behind Eva. I was just in time to see her go around the front corner of the house, heading across our front lawn. I hurried after her and peeked around the corner just in time to see her make another right turn onto our neighbor's driveway.
I couldn't stop now, I had to find out what she was up to. Was she meeting a boyfriend? If so, I didn't know why she'd go into our neighbor's yard, I was pretty sure it was fenced all around, with no way out. The thought briefly struck me that maybe she was having an affair with our neighbor, but that seemed unlikely. I once again peeked around the corner, half expecting to see her with someone.
The driveway was dark but I could tell it was empty because there was moonlight in the backyard. I crept slowly down the drive because I knew she must be in the backyard with nowhere to go. Suddenly, my foot struck something soft, cloth. I bent down and picked it up. It was Eva's nightshirt. Whatever she was up to, she was now naked. I figured she had to be meeting a guy.
Still carrying the nightshirt, I crept further down the driveway, keeping close to the neighbor's house until I could see into the backyard. I was still in shadow but the backyard was in bright moonlight. What I saw almost caused me to rush forward. The neighbor's dog, a large Golden Retriever, was evidently attacking something. Someone rather, as I could see arms and legs, a girl on all fours. It had to be Eva.
He was growling just loud enough for me to hear it over the hum of the air conditioning unit behind the house, and i figured he must have knocked her down. He was still growling, and I started forward to rescue my sister.
Just then Eva moaned, and there was something about her tone that caused me to stop. Suddenly, I realized what was happening. The dog wasn't attacking Eva, he was sexually humping at her, and from the sounds she was making, she wasn't resisting. I stepped back into the shadows, but I couldn't tear my eyes away.
I'd heard stories about girls and dogs, rumors about a girl in high school, a couple guys in the barracks claiming they'd seen it, but I thought those were just stories. Now it was happening right in front of me, and it was my sister!
They were turned sideways to me and I could see how he was riding her. His front paws were around her waist, gripping her tightly. His back was curved in an 'S' shape, his hips wrapped around hers. The frantic thrashing that I had first observed had settled into a more purposeful, albeit still rapid, thrusting. There was no longer any doubt about Eva's participation. Her moans were clearly those of passion, and she reached back with one hand, gripping the fur on his hip as if trying to pull him closer.
The dog was panting now, his tongue lolling out of his jaws as he continued to hump at her. I could make out a few words, "Yeah! You like that!" Then the thrusting almost stopped and Eva groaned, "Oh God!" I could see the muscles in his haunches flexing and I knew he must be cumming in her. Eva moaned again and lowered her head and shoulders to the ground. The dog continued to pant, resting on Eva's back, though his thrusting had stopped.
I realized they must be finished and I should get out of there. I also realized I had put my hand up one leg of my boxers and my fingers were wet as I fingered myself. God! I was turned on by watching my sister fucking the neighbor's dog!
I hurried down the drive, anxious to get in the house and up to my room before Eva got back. Halfway across the lawn I realized I still had the nightshirt. I dashed back and dropped it in the driveway, then hurried on up to my room. I waited just inside my room with the door cracked open like it was before. Soon, I heard Eva coming up the stairs. She didn't stop outside my parents' room, but did stop outside mine. I held my breath until I thought my lungs would burst before she finally continued on and I heard her door close.
I was shaking all over. I didn't know what was more shocking, what I had seen Eva doing, or my reaction to it. I knew I shouldn't be turned on by seeing my sister fucking a dog. I should be disgusted but it just was so erotic. The setting, the just plain naughtiness of it. My hands went back to my still wet cunny and I tried to keep from screaming as I jilled off and finally managed to get to sleep.
To be continued.
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