My hot older sister and I messed around and had sex for many years. We enjoyed it, and, were good at it together. Was nothing for us to get together, 2-3 times per week, sometimes more, even when we were both with other people. In short, Denise and I were constant fuck buddies. I say this in truth. I had more sex with her than with my girlfriends or, ex-wife, by far.

We were good for awhile, mostly due to distance and schedules, but recently..Experiencing a renewal of our insatiable desire to have one another. On the way back from visiting her college-grad daughter, Denise was driving and we started chatting about our past activities, how "bad" we were, i.e.- both married or with sig. others, and our partners being so stupid and never knowing we were fucking the hell out of each other the entire time, the lies we told, friend's cabin we'd used, and few weekends we spent together, alone. That's when the chat became more right-now.

Moving her sinewy, sexy long nails in the air as she drove, Denise commented "We can stop at your house, and...Get back into practice" with her usual, beautiful sly smile and undoing another button on her already-exhibiting shirt (Denise liked to drive comfy, and would often undo buttons if it were just us). I was up for it, and tried to keep my excitement contained.

"I say yes..See if we still got it" I replied, as her free, right hand felt my crotch. Denise's long nails were always our thing, our shared fetish, and she knew damn well what they did to me. They, and, she, got me hard fast.

"Well, hun, judging by this..I'd say you still got it for me" she smiled and commented, feeling the growing rise she'd caused. I couldn't deny it, as the bulge in my jeans was noticable.

"Te-ll you what" she started to suggest, in her flirty, word-extending manner. "I have cl-othes with me, in the back...We go, you please me, then pay for drinks somewhere..You're choice.." she began.

"Th-en" Denise continued, feeling my now-hard crotch and going back and forth with her nails. "I st-ay the night..Just us..Been too long".

I agreed, also noticing how close we were to my house. Within 20-odd minutes, we pulled into my driveway (so I can pull into her), went inside, and, I have to say..Got to it pretty fast.

Tossing her onto my bed, I made quick work of her unsnapped jeans and nearly-off shirt, tossed her thong and bra onto the floor, and went at her with a mix of never stopping and damn, I missed her and this. Her legs were nearly above my head, showing off her past job as a dance teacher.

We spent a good hour in my bedroom, tiring each other out and making my sheets a wet mess. Denise's voice was a bit hoarse, too, from wailing into the pillows.
She acknowledged that we "still had it", and I'd given her the Big O, followed by some intimate back and forth time, reminding each other of what we have together, and stating we must continue.

Denise stayed the night, and we had sex in my bedroom, basement bar, and kitchen.

That was a few months ago, and, we've gotten together 6 times since, including a steal-away at another family member's house on Thanksgiving Day. We have no plans on stopping, and, if anything..I'm more revved-up and want her than ever. I can't even look at other women without thinking of intense sex with Denise.


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