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I Drunk and Fucked My Sister
Even though it’s been two months since what I’m about to tell, my sex story still feels weird. I realized that I was trying to put the blame on something even while I was putting my sister drunk and fucked . However, every moment, every second of it is engraved in my mind and I cannot regret for a moment. On the contrary, my sister doesn’t care at all, she approaches the event as if it were an ordinary escapade. I don’t know which one is right and which one is wrong or if it’s all bullshit. I just want to tell you what happened, my life, what kind of person my sister was. So if you feel ready to read a long story, let’s get started…

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Real Picture of My Sister.
Since my sister and I were only one year old, our growing up phase was friendly. I still assume he’s one of my closest friends. I never get tired of sharing my pain, love, sadness and decisions with my sister, I never hold back. Likewise, my sister, although not as much as me, tells her troubles when she gets stuck. I would hear and know every man she was with first from him. In other words, there was not much of a thing called a secret between us. Even our parents are very pleased with this situation, they give advice never to leave each other. Since we live in the same house until this age, I have seen her in underwear a few times, even if she is not completely naked. But this situation did not push me to get horny, even to masturbate thinking about it. It was my sister, it didn’t even occur to me that I had any feelings about it. Maybe that’s why I still don’t understand why we’re in the lead roles.

The smartest person in the house is actually my sister. He’s much more sociable and reckless than I am. Their reservations and shyness are incredibly few. He lives to the root, gives his life its due. Even because of this careless rebellious attitude, marmaris escortHe was beaten a lot by my father. I’ll never forget, when I was going to high school or something like three, there was a fight at home again. My father had slapped my sister. The curses that started to come out of my sister’s relentless mouth had completely turned my father’s eyes. When I started to walk towards him like I was going to kill him, I intervened and held his hand. I was also a tall, sports person who started to get bigger when I entered high school. My father could not resist my power, he was content to sit in the single chair and curse my sister from afar. At that moment, I even thought of breaking my father’s mouth. We can say that I was very attached to my sister. He was hung up on classes with the dream of preparing like crazy for university exams and being away from home. He entered the top ten thousand and earned the law degree he wanted. He escaped at home when he was only 18, but left me alone. I couldn’t be like him. Studying seemed like a huge burden. I enjoyed having fun, traveling, chasing after girl and wife.

My sister’s journey, which started in Malatya, started to continue with university in Istanbul. My father was the troubled type. Since I didn’t have my sister, this time she started to hug my mother. I had finished high school and failed to graduate from university. I used to work in cafes, industries and so on and earn as much as I could spend daily. When it comes to cigarettes and alcohol, most of the time it doesn’t last, I used to buy three or five things from my mother. So I was the naughty, empty man of the house. It’s sad but true… Lastly, I couldn’t stand the fights of my father and mother, and I intervened again. It was the first time he had walked on me and wanted to beat me. But I responded and broke his nose. Since that day, we have never been the same. In the evening of that day, I left the house and started walking. I did not know how long I walked, how many hours passed, believe me. But when my pack of cigarettes is finished, I lift my head and look around, I looked where I was. I was at the head of a long street lit by the light coming from the halls of the apartments in the buildings. At that moment, I heard women’s voices saying ‘don’t do it, let me go’. I heard it, but I didn’t want to care. I just kept walking. The door of the apartment was opened and a beautiful brunette woman came out running out in her pajamas and I realized that she was the owner of the voice. Her hair was messy, but she had a beautiful face. then of course I wasn’t in the mood to dream of having sex . I just stopped and paid close attention to what was going on. A few seconds later, another man followed him. I found out later that he was her husband.

Please help, it will kill me, help!
The woman was standing right in front of me, shaking my arms, begging for my help. As the man came out, he passed behind me.

Come here you fucking bitch, where are you going!
Let me go, go, please go!
The man came up to me, he wanted to reach the woman standing behind me by pushing me by my shoulder. When I was fed up with the violence and I couldn’t get over my anger yet, I was completely infuriated by the man’s attitude. After taking a few steps back, I hit the man’s temple by the hair of his wife, much harder than the fist I had made at my father. The man could not understand what had happened and had already withdrawn his hand from his wife and staggered back.

Bitch c…
Before I could continue, I grabbed his collar and buried the head. I was punching the man who had fallen on the ground in a lost way. The woman grabbed me and pulled me back.

Okay don’t do it, you’re going to kill it! Don’t do it, it’s not worth it!
Somehow I was able to hear that trembling voice and stopped myself. I let go of the man’s collar and stepped back.

Let’s go, please let’s get out of here!
The expectation of this woman, whom I never knew, was still not over from me, she wanted me to come out of the shock of the event and save her. We took a few steps and retraced the paths I had just walked. The woman was saying something, but I couldn’t hear it. But:

You sons of bitches…
I heard the voice of the man screaming, blood coming from his nose, and I turned around. He had a knife in his hand. As I pulled myself away, the blade slid into the woman’s abdomen. The transformation, which lasted a few seconds, was gone when the man pulled the knife out of the stab and pulled his hand back to stab it again. I quickly grabbed his hand and dropped his knife to the ground. This time I started punching the man as if it would never stop. If the cops hadn’t come and pulled me, I probably wouldn’t have left without killing…

You saved my life, I will do whatever you want!

While the injured woman was rushed into the operating room, I was only asking the officers who were trying to take my statement how she was. No lie, I was in shock! It took a long time for me to come to myself. As the deposition proceedings were over, it was understood that I was an ordinary person independent of the event. But I felt guilty for everything. Maybe if it weren’t for me, that knife would never have appeared, and nothing would have happened to the woman. When they let me go, I went to the operating room. There was not a single servant of Allah waiting for the woman. That’s why I was curious and asked if he didn’t have a mother or father. The only answer I could get was, unfortunately, the only person we could reach was her husband.

Hours after hours of buckets, the door opened and the doctor appeared. While I was curious, I vaguely said yes to the question “Are you a relative?” and learned that the surgery went well. He said that his vital organs were not damaged, and they would recover in a week. If he was a normal person, he would probably walk away, but I had no such intention. I wanted to stay right next to him in the room where he was removed. Normally they wouldn’t let it be because we had no ties, but they didn’t say anything because they knew I was the one who saved him. Even if I wanted to, I had nowhere to go. At least the hospital was warm!

I went to him constantly for a week. Her husband was also detained and imprisoned upon the testimony of his wife. He was due out in a few years, but at least he was punished! In the process, we got to know each other, and a strange bond formed. He kept saying ‘you saved my life, I will do whatever you want!’ said a woman. Mana was grateful. I, on the other hand, seemed to be trying to cover up my loneliness with his attention. Even though my sister called me many times and told me to come to her, I did not want to leave Ezgi, whom I had built my life for. Because when we were trying to help him while he was going to the toilet, we got closer and lip to lip. We kissed and added another quirk to our meaningless bond.

On the day he was discharged, neither of us knew what to do. Because he had no parents, no relatives. He was 26 years old. So he was about 8 years older than me. It turns out, Bodrum escort with the man she marriedmet while doing it. At first everything was fine, but later on, the jealousy attacks increased. By violence, insulting, he already wanted a divorce. After what had happened, she was now freed from him and was able to open her case. We both knew we weren’t in love with each other. He wanted to help because he knew that my situation was not good. He called one of his old escort friends and asked if we could stay with him. When the woman agreed, we took a taxi with the last fifty liras in my pocket and went home. It was a small room with two rooms and a living room. The woman was still a prostitute, but she took a break just because we were here. When Ezgi told her story, all she could say was “I told you so”. She had predicted that she would have a big problem in the future. After we had our fill, she gave us the empty room. She hadn’t even bothered to ask, she had assumed we were going to sleep together.

Shall I look for something to wear for you too?
So it’s not bad.
Although it turned the suitcase upside down, Ezgi’s double formation caused nothing to happen to me. She gave up and took off her blouse to put on the pajamas she had taken out for herself. She was wearing a simple white bra. Then he took off his pants. Even though I didn’t want to look at him and look like an animal, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Ezgi was petite. Darkness could only look so good on a woman. She was standing right in front of me with her small breasts and protruding round hips. I also took my clothes off. There was an athlete on me and a boxer under me. It was already warm inside the house, so I could lie down. At that time, Ezgi, who could not get enough of watching her hips, turned her head, looked at me and laughed. He put his pajamas back on his suitcase and started walking towards me. My heart felt like it was going to explode because we had kissed before but never got any further.

He took my hand and walked towards the bed. I sat next to him. He lifted his head and brought his lips closer. Of course I responded. In fact, it was so beautiful that I could have responded much harder if the stitches hadn’t stopped. We started kissing. I confirmed that the other person was an escort from his kisses and his fingers running my dick. He really knew how to make love. He stopped kissing and peeled off the boxer under me. He just wanted to bend over and give a blow job when the stab wound felt like it hurt.

AHH…
Wait, are you okay? Come lie down here.
He started laughing again.

Calm down, I’m fine. Of course it still hurts. Come here.
I lay next to him. He started kissing me again as he ran his hand over my face. I, on the other hand, was laying my hand on her hip, stroking and slapping her soft brown buttocks. I couldn’t resist, dipped my hand into her white panties and inserted it into her wet pussy.

OHHH!
I kept fingering her cunt as I continued to kiss. Ezgi stops:

Fuck me!
I couldn’t stop myself after that point anyway. She took off her bra as she took off her panties. He turned and lifted his leg. As he felt my cock slowly watered through his cunt:

Slow please, it still hurts when I push
Okay, if it hurts, I’ll stop
Even though neither of us was experiencing the pleasure at the peak, we were enjoying it with my dick that I shoved in and out without haste. I found myself accelerating as Ezgi’s orgasmic voices were getting louder and saying ‘ohh, go on, I’m coming’.

OHHHHHHHHH!
I’ve already started gushing when I come out of my ejaculated partner. My semen was scattered on her hips, on the bed, on me, almost everywhere. I can’t argue that she was the best sex of my life, but I also enjoyed fucking a woman who was still married and whose life I saved. Trying to control her breathing, Ezgi interrupted:

You’re not in love with me, are you?
Will I hurt you if I say no?
On the contrary, you will be happy. After this time, the love book was closed for me. If you want, I’ll make you an offer.
Of course I’m listening
I will continue to escort. Will you at least take care of me for a while?
So what, am I going to be like a pimp?
No, I will meet with the customers or something. But you will accompany me wherever I go. If anything happens, you will protect me. I’ll share my earnings and you can get yourself together. I’ll find other girls like this if you want. That’s when you give your pimping justice.
He laughed after the last sentence, but it was obvious that he was serious.

I don’t know what to say, but like you, I need a new order, a life.
Ok then, don’t say no! I want you to be with me until I get rid of this anxiety and fear. We’ll see later on.
We agreed…
This conversation, of course, lasted a few more hours. We talked about our lives. But we agreed. I hung out as his bodyguard for about four or five months. I don’t know if it’s because of me, nothing happened to him, no one dared. As I said before, I was a well-built, burly person. I guess that was enough to stop Ezgi’s customers. During this period, I made good money. The fact that he had established his order in Ezgi made me feel that I did not need to be with him anymore. That’s why we left our lives with one last goodbye erotic stories . Even if it is from time to time, we call and ask about the situation.

Then Let My Istanbul Adventure Begin

Of course, I didn’t tell my sister about what happened between me and the woman whose life I saved, and that I protected her for a while. But there was no reason for me to stay in Malatya either. I bought the bus ticket and diverted my route to Istanbul, with the dream that I could organize in Istanbul with the money in my pocket. I wanted to surprise my sister by not letting her know. I knew that he was staying in Ataşehir, but I did not know the exact address of his house. When he started university, he stayed in the dormitory, and when he found sincere friends, three people went home. I arrived in Ataşehir around one afternoon. I called my sister and asked where she was. I told him to take a position when he said he was at home. Fortunately, it was within walking distance of about twenty minutes. He was both surprised and happy when he heard my arrival. I had money in my pocket, but I didn’t want to waste money by making unnecessary expenses like a taxi. I was in front of the door in half an hour. The entry through that threshold had already been an entry for incestuous sex.

My brother…
Dear sister…
I thought I hadn’t seen my sister in a long time, who appeared at the door. I was suffocating. With a fury, I took off my shoes on the threshold and dived in and hugged tightly. She had dyed her hair blonde, but other than that, nothing seemed to change. She was still beautiful and hot. Of course, what went through my mind was only about the change of hair color. Before long, another person appeared in the hall. She was a beautiful white-skinned girl who was walking slowly, taking steps. His black hair reached his shoulders. His brown eyes and features were enough for me to really focus on him. Of course, I was intrigued by her breasts that swung under her shirt with every step. It was pretty plain with a pajama bottom underneath, but it was just as beautiful! While my sister had stopped hugging, she introduced me to her roommate, who approached with a smiling face:

Sila, my brother Fatih. Fatih, my roommate Sıla…
Me: I’m satisfied
Sıla: Welcome, I’m glad too Fatih. You were as handsome as your sister said🙂
Sıla, who had been dating as soon as I entered, caught my attention:

Thank you Sıla, you are also very beautiful.
My sister Nil: At least don’t hit on my sister Sıla, we’re just a little bit mad!
Sıla, who was not at all bothered by my sister’s speech, was apparently a flirtatious person. This got me even more excited. Since I was hungry, they tried to cook first, but when there was nothing left in the house except pasta, we were told to go shopping. We all went out and shopped, and the fact that there were vodka bottles in the basket made it easier to come up with family stories.

My Sister’s Sexy Roommate Who Betrayed Me

We must have exaggerated the shopping a bit because the figure was above my expectations. Of course, with all my masculinity, I loved 700 lira of my ten thousand lira budget, saying that I could handle it. In fact, since I had not yet told my sister what had happened to me, she was quite curious about where that money came from. Fortunately, it wasn’t hard for me to get over it. We chatted and made our way home. During this time, Sıla was falling for me like crazy, and I was not leaving it unanswered. But my sister was strangely disturbed by this, interfering…

My sister managed to embarrass me as I sat in the kitchen, again in all her frankness:

Conqueror…
Sir sister?
Dude, you smell like baby shit mixed with sweat. Take a shower while we cook so we don’t die before we eat.
The fact that Sıla accompanied her laughter increased my embarrassment. Even though I wanted to tell you that there was a mother with a child in front of me in a row and that I smelled that shit smell along the way, I just kept quiet. Fortunately, Sıla ended the laughter:

Come on, let me help you
Look, I’m waiting, don’t pack the food for me, Asli!
Asli started to walk ahead and I started to watch her wonderful wide hips. He wasn’t as weak as my sister. It was light fish meat which was very good. I also liked the fact that he was always hitting on me, so I was more excited watching his hips swaying with every step. He turned on the light and went into the bathroom. When he bends down to open the bottom door of the cabinet to the right of the shower cabin and pull out clean towels. With the white light that hits the top of her hips under her tights, she made every detail clear, down to her black panties. He noticed that I was staring furiously, as he stood up to give me the towels he had picked up. He involuntarily began to laugh, but quietly…

What is it, are you in yourself, Fatih?
Well, thank you, yes, why?
I felt his hand on my dick as he lowered his head.

I asked him when you got bored…
I didn’t know what to say so I didn’t have to. He looked up and waited for me to kiss him. I did not leave it unanswered, of course, I kissed it. As he unbuttoned my pants and peeled off the zipper, he inserted his hand into the boxer under me. I really liked it because it was one of the firsts in my life. Sila, who touched my dick with her bare hands, stopped kissing and got down on her knees. He had already started blowjob with a big appetite. It made me feel like I had years of bitch in front of me. I was holding her hair and pressing it to her head. As she continued to lick, my sister’s voice was heard. Sıla had already stopped giving blowjob and stood up, but when my sister opened the door, she greeted my sister with my erect dick in the open:

Let me fuck you! Bitch Asli! Get outside now!
My sister was really angry that even though Asli was laughing, she was embarrassed. He did what he said and left. While looking at my sister in bewilderment, she covered her eyes with her hand:

Shut it up, fuck it! Take your shower and stay away from Asli!
He slammed the door and walked out. I was still struggling to understand what had just happened, but the dick I had just lied to was already extinguished. Turns out, this Asli was really like a prostitute. He didn’t like sleeping with anyone who got in his way and going through serious things. Of course, there are also types of people who have trouble at school. In other words, he thought that I would have problems and was trying to keep me away with a protective instinct.

Alcoholic Feast Has a Happy Ending!

After taking my shower, I went to my sister’s room where I put my suitcase. After drying and removing the towels, the door swung open again. It was my sister who came.

damn! Are you standing naked out of spite?
What if you were a calmer? What are you doing? Why are you so angry!
Uff! Okay, I’m sorry, but I’m asking you to wear a boxer or something now. I’m really sick of having your big dick swaying in front of me.
As he said, he told me why I should stay away from Aslı while wearing my boxer suit. I wasn’t going to offend him, even though I found it ridiculous. He was a roommate, and he was afraid that if something went wrong between us, he would have problems. I didn’t stop at it and did what he said. I was dressed. We left the room and headed to the kitchen. Just then, the door opened. In front of me was an overweight, somewhat sullen man with glasses. He was also my sister’s other roommate. She was unaware of what had happened because she was surprised to see me. When my sister introduced us, I learned that her name was Deniz. Generally, Deniz’s I know would be nice, but this was not at all. Rather than her beauty, her demeanor and expressions bothered me. It was wild, after all.

We ate our meals together and chatted. At one point, that Deniz even asked how many days I would stay with all his rudeness. I guess I didn’t know the answer to the question that was left in the air with Aslı’s exit.

After the meals, we set up in the living room. The vodkas and chips we bought appeared. Deniz’s wildness seemed to have gotten used to me, but still a sex story like Aslınot enough to want to live. He had music on the smart TV or something. Although I wanted to help, Aslı made me sit down first and said we’d take care of it. He’d been stealing glances and saying fuck me since dinner, but I didn’t respond because I didn’t want to upset my sister. It was around eight in the evening when we started drinking. It was a really great atmosphere with conversation. As a result of my sister’s intense insistence, I also explained the source of the money. Deniz was slightly nauseous, Aslı liked it, and my sister was extremely surprised. We also talked about what I can do. Aslı’s crazy idea was that with this size and handsomeness, I could easily become a gigolo. It was like I could be a bodyguard in nightclubs after my sister’s bullshit statements. He could even have the job ready in the morning if I wanted, so I can’t say I didn’t like it.

By the time the clock showed ten, Deniz had already leaked. He was the most willing to drink, but he was also the first to give up. She couldn’t stand behind her, it was enough to make her laugh. At one point, when my sister went to the toilet, Aslı came up to me with all her anger and put her hand on my dick:

Shall we continue our unfinished action?
Believe me, I want it as much as you, but I won’t upset my sister!
When I said ‘Are you sure’, I showed my attitude to those who withdraw, even though it provoked me by snuggling in and breathing down my face. He was back in his seat, saying, ‘If you change your mind, you know my room’. Not long after, my sister arrived. I noticed that Aslı’s eyes were squinting with the few glasses she drank.

Asli: That’s the size, young people, have fun. Welcome back Fatih…
The winking of her last words did not escape my sister’s notice, but she was content to laugh. Then my sister:

If I can’t wake up tomorrow, make sure to wake me up, look Asli
Okay okay…
He was long gone. We were alone with my sister, if we don’t count Deniz sleeping snoring. Half of the second bottle of vodka remained. Since we did not want to leave my sister with me, we chatted and saw the bottom of the bottle. My sister and I both had a tear in our eyes. He tidied up, opened the sofa bed and put Deniz, who slept in the living room because there was no other room and he was later included in the house. I went to the bathroom and went to my sister’s room. My sister arrived soon after. If we hadn’t finished that bottle, I don’t think from time to time if sister fuck would have happened again…

While I was lying on the bed, my sister walked over to her closet and took off her clothes. Even though it was a cover, I couldn’t help seeing her lacy pink pantyhose while wearing her pajamas. I was really horny when I said Vodka, Asli. That image inevitably impressed me. But my dick wasn’t up either. My bed was a single bed. I didn’t know how to sleep with my sister when I could barely fit in alone, but I wasn’t thinking about it either. My sister, who was wearing her pajamas, could hardly stand. After turning off the light, he passed over me and took his place by the wall. Of course, my sister couldn’t fit, as I was lying flat.

Like in the old days, when Fatih, my father and mother had a fight, we used to sleep together, you remember?
Yeah… But now we can’t even fit into the bed
hug me then
What he said was maybe normal for a normal older sister, but were we? I turned to my sister on the bed where I was lying flat and slid my arm under her head. As if my sister was looking for an opportunity, she pressed her hips against my dick. It was so soft that it stood right in between my dick. It was as if two disjointed materials were joined together.

Are you comfortable now?
I mean, are you?
Maybe if I didn’t feel your dick so clearly…
You’re the one holding your ass, what should I do?
You’re not hardened now, are you? It looks like you removed it.
Don’t be silly!
Why, Asli stood up straight but you
The girl gave a blowjob, what did you expect to happen, don’t think about it now
But it had already occurred to me that I could actually feel the jiggle in my dick. My sister noticed this too, and she put her hand on her hip and felt my dick.

You removed it son! And you say you didn’t remove it
I said, but not to say Asli.
So it’s just from Asli?
So your ass can have an effect too.
Meanwhile, my sister continued to run her hand on my dick.

My son was so small, when did he get so big?
If you touch it a little more, I’ll take it out and stick it in your ass!
Hearing this, my sister turned her face towards me and started to run her hand over my face.

If you’re so horny fuck then bro, what’s going to happen?
Are you serious?
So if you want too, of course…
The fact that he didn’t let go of my dick for a moment, his stroking had already brought pleasure. I couldn’t help but find myself kissing his lips. My sister was also responding, getting up and rubbing her pussy on my dick. It also happened that she stripped off her pajamas along with her panties while she was getting on top of me. As he slowly placed his cunt on top of my cock.

OHHH, it’s so big
Your pussy is very narrow.
OHHHHHH, OHHHH!
I could hardly make out my sister from the darkness in the room as I slowly climbed up and down on me. It was accelerating, giving me more and more pleasure each time. I wasn’t aware of it yet, but I was also aware that I was fucking my sister.

My sister, who was tired, could not get up and down any longer and lay down on me. As I brought his lips to mine and kissed them, I increased our unfinished pleasure by accelerating. I was rooting so hard that my sister was sighing ecstatically. His voice was trembling.

I’ll cum, ohhh, go on, go on Fatih!
He really had an orgasm, but I ejaculated along with it. My sister’s heart was beating like it was going to explode. After a while without speaking, he got off me, staggered, and turned on the light. Rubbing her eyes, she walked to her closet and cleaned her cunt with her panties and put on a new one. Again, without speaking, she took a napkin from the drawer and handed it to me. She put on her new panties, turned off the light, and took her place by the wall again and simply said ‘good night’. I was stuck trying to figure out what we were going through.

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