My trip out west, to the sunny state of California, began when Mom called asking if Cindy, my sister, could live with me. Mom said Cindy didn’t want to ship her things and asked me to drive her U-Haul back. I sighed. Driving a lumbering truck across the country was not my idea of a fun road trip, but Mom said please so I said yes.
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I loved my sister and was sad when she ran off to Hollywood to become a star, but she had been eighteen and above average attractive with a bit of acting skill. Mom said if she was able to find someone to help her, she’d go far. After a few years, she did find someone. She not only found him, but she married him. A producer, twice her age, who said she was going to be the next big thing. My naive sister believed every word that dropped from his lying forty-year-old mouth. I wanted to head west to kick his ass, but Mom said Cindy was old enough to make her own decisions and we were to let it be.
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No one but Cindy was surprised when Mr. Hollywood turned out to be a skirt-chasing alcoholic. Again, I wanted to head west, but Mom said no. She said it was Cindy’s issue and it would have to be Cindy who dealt with it. She didn’t, she just let it ride.
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Through hard work and effort, Cindy gained a modicum of the stardom she’d sought. She gained a cult following thanks to the low-budget Sci-Fi movies she starred in, and that was her reason why she stayed with her man. For reasons I couldn’t fathom, she believed Mr. Hollywood was the reason for her success.
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She also believed he loved her, but he didn’t. According to Mom, it had been a loveless marriage from the beginning, which surprised me since she wouldn’t leave, but Mom said I wouldn’t understand. She was right, I didn’t.
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The final straw came when her husband found a new girl and began prancing her all over town. Unlike my sister, the new girl had gotten a few major parts in a couple of blockbusters. It didn’t help that she looked like a barely legal teen with full perky tits, a flat stomach, and a tight round ass. It also didn’t help that soon after they met Mr. Hollywood declared his love for the younger starlet. To be fair, Cindy wasn’t ugly but since she was a few years from forty, she was no longer Hollywood pretty.
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I felt bad for her, but I still wasn’t excited to fly, then drive across the country. The day finally arrived and I got onto the plane. Eight hours later, after a crying baby and an hour and a half layover, I was standing at my hotel’s check-in desk. Exhausted, and then confused, I signed the paperwork. Confused because the guy at the desk said my wife was already in the room waiting. He seemed unfazed when I said I didn’t have a wife and then my confusion cleared when he described her.
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“She’s your age, but shorter. About five-three with warm chestnut hair. It flows over her shoulders like a gentle waterfall which splashes down onto her full breasts.” My eyebrows raised as his eyes got lost in the memory and his mouth grew a small smile. “She is the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. And the way her teardrop breasts still fight the good fight against gravity makes me believe in God. They have a tiny bit of sag to them, but every goddess should have one flaw. Something so we mortals can feel that we may be a small bit worthy of being in her presence. The rest of her is tight all over and you can tell by her ass and legs that she does yoga and Pilates.” He sighed and said, “Damn, you’re one lucky guy.” His face grew pale when he realized what he’d been saying and tried to recover. “Uh, oh my God, I’m so sorry. I’ve been taking a descriptive writing class and sometimes can’t help myself–“
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I held up my hand not wanting to hear another drooling lecture about my sister’s body. As I headed for my room, I tried to figure out why she decided to meet me here instead of at her McMansion of a house.
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“Hey, I thought–,” I said as I entered the room. My jaw clacked shut when I saw my sister standing in the middle of the room, naked as a jaybird.
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Her hands were up, drying her hair when she turned toward the door giving me an unobstructed view of her body. I’d seen her naked many times in her movies, more than I’d seen any other woman naked in my life. I wasn’t as struck as the kid at the front counter, but I wasn’t immune either.
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“Wanna shut the door,” she asked raising her eyebrows and smirking.
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“You’re naked,” I said looking away.
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She laughed, “Do you know how many people have seen me naked? I’ve been nude on set in front of a couple dozen people so many times I don’t even notice it anymore.”
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I’d like bursa escort to think on a normal day I wouldn’t have looked back, but it had been over a year since I’d seen a naked woman. Even longer since I’d seen someone so attractive. I couldn’t help myself, I was enjoying the view more than I should have. Her bouncing as she talked didn’t help at all. Unfortunately, her humor died a quick death and her teeth ground together when I asked, “Why’re you in my room?”
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She huffed as she turned away, bent over, and began digging through her bags. My sex-deprived mind was being given an unrestraint look at my sister’s pussy and I wasn’t sure how to react. Part of me screamed, ‘Look away, she’s your sister’. A different part of me was mentally balls deep inside of her creamy opening and making her scream my name. The ‘she’s your sister’ side won and I pulled my eyes away. She spun around and said, “Once the divorce finalized, Hollywood told me to vacate the house. I’ve been here ever since.”
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“What about your stuff?”
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“This is my stuff,” she said indicating the bags she was digging through.
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I looked at her gear. Even with the bag, I’d brought, we wouldn’t have had enough to fill a good size car trunk let alone the U-Haul I’d rented. “No, I mean the bigger stuff, pictures, furniture, things like that?”
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“Whatever he isn’t keeping is being shipped to your place.” My eyebrows furrowed and she sighed, “Don’t worry, it’s not that much. I didn’t want any of it anyway, besides he gave me a huge settlement and a nice monthly alimony check. Anything I lost, I can buy later.”
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“Cin, I’m exhausted, I need some food and sleep, but I know you rented a U-Haul, that’s why I flew out here, remember.”
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“Since we won’t need it, I canceled the rental. Even if we got the truck we wouldn’t have been able to take it to the house. Little miss new twat doesn’t want us there without supervision.”
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“She’s afraid you’d steal from your own house?”
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She growled and mumbled as she put her clothes on. “It’s her house now. He moved her in the day I left.”
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My heart broke for her. Gone were the impure thoughts as I pulled her into my arms for a brotherly hug. She shook and I squeezed her tighter thinking she had been crying. She caught me off-guard when she leaned back and roared with laughter.
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“That little cunt actually had the nerve to say she didn’t want a moving truck in the driveway because she didn’t want it to make them look poor.”
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Confused, not only by her laughter but also by her statement, I said, “Didn’t I read she was from some dirt farm in Alabama?”
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“You mean her bio?” I nodded and she shook her head. “It’s all exaggerated. According to her well-scripted bio, she grew up on what used to be a sharecropping farm, which is true. What the bio doesn’t tell you is her grandfather, the former Governor of Mississippi, tore the hundred-and-fifty-year-old shack down to build his mansion. Mr. Hollywood’s place is actually a downgrade from where she grew up.” She sighed as she fell into the room’s only chair.
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“Six months ago, he asked me to let her move in and I said yes. I know it sounds insane, but she’s not that bad of a person. We became friends, of a sort, and for the last six months, the only sex I’ve had was with her. I’ll give her credit though because she’s a horny little slut. No matter what I wanted, whenever I wanted, she was up for it. Sometimes, when I was feeling vindictive, I’d go to one of my exercise classes. After a few hours of broiling my clam, I’d go home and make her eat me. My happy little muff diver couldn’t get enough.” She shook her head, “I hate to admit it but I can see why he chose her over me. There’s no way I’d do half the things she would do. Hell, if I thought she’d enjoy living the quiet life, I’d be bringing her home with us instead of the truck.”
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I looked out the window to see a new pickup truck. “The wine-colored one?” She nodded. “Jeez, what the hell happened to the good girl who left home after graduation.” She rolled her eyes. “Are you kidding me?” She smirked. “Let me guess, all that naivety in school was fake, and by the time you got here you were all fucked out. This is starting to make sense.”
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“Kiss my ass,” she said kicking out at me. “I wasn’t then and am not now ‘all fucked out’. Thanks to Mr. Little Dick Hollywood, my pussy’s tighter than his new play toy.”
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“C’mon, you’re really going to sit there and tell me you didn’t go surfing on the casting couch a time or twelve?”
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Her bursa escort bayan eyebrows shot up. “If I had been riding the casting couch, I would’ve been in movies that went to the theaters, not straight to DVD.”
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“Then why’d you marry Mr. Hollywood?”
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She sighed, “Because back then, I thought I was in love. His was all the cock I thought I’d ever need. Turns out I wasn’t all the cunt he thought he’d ever need.”
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“Damn, you know how to paint a picture, don’t you.”
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“Except for Robbie on graduation night, his tiny dancer is the only one I’ve had and not even that for the last two years. At this point, I’m pretty sure Duracell is going to send me a Christmas card for all the batteries I’ve been using.”
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“Wait, I thought you and him were having three-ways with the twat. And didn’t I read she recently turned eighteen? Are you saying you and Mr. Hollywood were fucking an underage girl?”
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“One, we had a couple of three-ways with her, but he only touched her. After he got tired of being embarrassed he couldn’t satisfy his women, he stopped inviting me in. She’d go to his room, get him off, then she’d bring her horny ass to my room for some actual satisfaction. And two, who the fuck told you she was only eighteen? That’s another reason I didn’t understand why he tossed me away for her, she’s only ten years younger than me.”
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“Seriously? Damn, she looks good for her age.”
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“I’m sitting right here.”
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“I know,” I said smiling at her.
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She laughed, “I hate you so much.”
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“I know, but look at it this way, pretty soon you’ll be back home where you’ll be the hottest girl in town. You’ll have all the guys chasing after you.”
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“Oh goodie, a bunch of rednecks will line up to,” her accent got Deep South, “show me their tractors. A-yuck, a-yuck.”
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“Well, if you don’t want a bunch of good ole boys, we’ve got a lesbian in town now, been there for the last year.”
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“An actual lesbian or a girl that’s not attracted to Robbie. Because if it’s the latter, then ninety-nine percent of my graduating class was lesbian.”
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I laughed, “No, this one’s a real lesbian. She runs Bubba’s now.”
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“Bullshit, the only one Bubba would ever let run that place without him was his daughter, Andrea.”
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“Yeah, she’s the lesbian. When she went off to college, she learned more than how to help run the family business.”
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“How’d all them old-timers feel about that?”
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I shrugged, “There were some grumblings for a little bit, but Bubba set them straight, no pun intended. He said, and I quote, ‘I love my dyke daughter and if you old fuckers don’t like it, you can kiss my dirty old ass and go get drunk somewhere else’. After that, they kept their thoughts to themselves. It helps she hasn’t changed the decor or changed too many of the songs on the jukebox. Although she did cause a minor stir when she introduce live music, she books some pretty good bands so again, zipped lips.”
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She shook her head as I lay down on the bed and didn’t stop talking as I fell asleep. I hadn’t expected Cindy to be staying the night with me when I rented the room and took the cheapest option they had, a single full-size bed. I was also surprised she hadn’t gotten a room for herself instead of bunking with me but figured she was taking the divorce harder than she was letting on. And I wasn’t too surprised to wake up next to her the next morning. What did surprise me was that she was nude and at some point, I had stripped down to my boxer. Not only was I in my underwear, but my erection was poking out and sandwiched between my sister’s bare ass cheeks.
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In the past, I would’ve considered myself more than lucky to have woken up in that situation with a beautiful woman. I mean, Cindy might have been an LA five, but she was a real world ten. Her body pushed back against me as she snuggled in like a bug in a rug. My arm was around her and cupping one of her firm breasts. As I processed our position, I realized I was gently pinching one of her gumdrop nipples. Before I could move, she stirred and stretched forcing the tip of my cock into her tight little sphincter. She startled me when she held my hand against her erect nipple.
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She sighed, the contentment evident in her voice as she said, “I haven’t slept that well in ages.”
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“Cin, why aren’t you wearing clothes?”
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“Doesn’t seem like you mind all that much,” escort bursa she said clenching her cheeks. I stood, taking the blanket with me as she rolled over. She seemed proud she was on display for my viewing pleasure and I couldn’t help but drink her in. Her full breasts, her toned and supple skin, and her small furry triangle that kept pulling my attention. She smiled, “Relax, I’m teasing. I guess I’ve never woken up in the arms of a man who loves me and I was enjoying the feeling. Come back to bed.”
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“I can’t believe I have to say this, but you’re naked… again.”
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She laughed. “There have been plenty of times I’ve been nude on set with some random actor’s pecker pressing into my thigh. As I said, I don’t even notice it anymore. At least with you, I don’t have to wear one of my specialty plugs. I can’t count the number of assholes who thought the word action meant they got a free fuck.”
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“Fine, but we’re not on set and I’m not an actor, so why’re you naked?”
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She shrugged causing her breast to bounce and causing me to swallow hard. “I’m naked because that’s how I sleep. I don’t see the problem, you’ve watched all my movies. What’s the difference between seeing me naked on screen and seeing me naked on this bed?”
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“Because when I wake up after watching you on screen, my dick isn’t in your ass and I’m not cupping your tits.”
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“Fair enough,” she said as she sat up, “but be honest for like a second, you were enjoying it, weren’t you?” I snapped my mouth shut and she smirked, “That’s what I thought. Tell you what, I’m going to take a shower, if you can keep from looking at my ass, I’ll buy pajamas. If not, then you have to treat me like a girlfriend the entire trip back.”
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“Be serious.”
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“I am.” She sighed. “Do you know how jealous I get when Mom tells me all about the women you date? All about how great of a guy you are to them and how they treat you like shit? Do you know what I would give for a really good guy right now?”
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“I can be a good guy without acting like your boyfriend.”
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“I know, but a boyfriend will cuddle with me all night long, especially if I’m naked,” she teased.
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I gritted my teeth as I turned away determined not to look as she got out of bed. I was good, I didn’t even glance at her, at least I didn’t until she bent over her bags. No straight man in the universe would’ve been able to keep from looking at her gorgeous ass. Especially with it popping up and wiggling as she searched for an outfit. I did try to fight against looking, but within less than thirty seconds, I glanced over. She winked at me from between her legs and I cursed. She smiled as she stood up and kissed my cheek.
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I don’t know why it bothered me, it wasn’t the first time I’d seen her naked. Hell, every time I watched one of her movies I saw her little triangle, and even after we had just graduated high school and someone dared her to go naked at the Dip, I saw her body, but it never turned me on before.
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I shook my head as my thoughts traveled back to our younger years, and to the Dip. I had been twenty and Cindy had been eighteen. I was five-seven and was still fit. My normal exercise routine kept me in shape, but back then, I felt like a Greek god. That was what was so special about the Dip. It was a place we went to when we were young, where our parents couldn’t find us. The rumor was it was a great place to skinny dip, so it got called the Dip. It wasn’t much, a big hole someone dug out before diverting a creek and making it into a swimming hole. All the teenagers looking to see some skin hung out there during the summer.
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Most people wore suits, but once in a blue moon, someone got brave and went nude. That bravery led to the number one rule at that most sacred place, you didn’t talk about what you saw at the Dip. That was the biggest problem I was having in that cheap motel in the rich part of LA. It was a long way from the Dip, and we weren’t kids anymore. I tried to put the impure thoughts I was having of my sister out of my mind, but when she came out in nothing but a towel, they came rushing back. I went into the bathroom and took my time cleaning myself. I took even longer to get dressed, but it was the time I needed to get control over my hormones. When I was ready, I rejoined her, only to stop in my tracks. My sister who I loved with all my heart was waiting for me in a skin-tight dress that barely covered her ass and breasts.
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“That’s completely inappropriate for where we’re going.”
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“It might be winter back home, but here, it’s still in the eighties. Besides, I’ve got a loving boyfriend who would never let me get cold. As a matter of fact, he would like me in this. It shows off my legs and makes my ass pop.” She grabbed her chest and said, “Not to mention how it makes these look.”
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