mom had asked me to get the mail as she hadn't been home in a few days. I asked my sister to stop by the mailbox on the way.

She ignored me, as she usually does to everyone unless she wants something. I asked her calmly to stop again, she didn't even look at me, hard to tell with those stupid looking overside designer sunglasses she wears

For some reason this set me off and I started yelling at her, wtf is wrong with you, why aren't you acknowledging me etc

i started telling her she was a horrible person, why did she even come here if she was going to act like that

I asked her to let me out as I couldn't stand to be in the car with her anymore already, then I changed my mind as I knew we both had to go

I told her I was only doing this for our parents and we sat in silence for over two hours

At the hospital we did not speak unless we were both talking to my mom.

We stayed there for several hours, eating dinner in silence, she constantly texting or playing on her phone.

I tried to focus on the seriousness of our parents' situation but was still full of rage just looking

Mom had booked us a double room in the same hotel she'd been staying in which infuriated me

I thought about getting my own room but finally decided against it so as to not upset my mother, who was either oblivious to our mutual hatred or pretended to be

There's also a weird stigma in my family when it comes to spending money. I mumbled something about being fine with it

I desperately wanted to go out and get a drink. I expected my sister to be her usual, shallow self and start calling her friends or boyfriend as if nothing was wrong

Downstairs the lobby bar was sad and empty. I told the heavyset woman behind the counter I was visiting the hospital where my dad was and asked for a glass of whiskey w ice, which

I promptly drank it in awkward silence. After swilling a nasty bud light back I paid and paced around the rest of the hotel to avoid going to the room, finally giving up and heading back

She was still up, sitting on the bed playing on her laptop with her headphones on like a spoiled college student

I got ready for bed slowly and deliberately, hoping she would be ready to sleep by the time I came out of the bathroom

I was even more annoyed to find she was still sitting there typing away, chatting or playing a game or whatever the fuck she was still doing

I announced roughly that I was going to bed, hoping she would get the message

She didn't even glance over, didn't acknowledge me in any way

I tossed and turned feiging sleep, her typing, her breathing filling me with rage

I stood up and told her to turn off the laptop and the lights so I could sleep

She pretended not to have heard and took off her headphones, I'm sorry, what?

I said something like go the fuck to bed XXXX. She let out a snorting little laugh mocking me and started turning off her computer

You remember what I told you this morning?? I asked. You don't care about annyone, you're a horrible person, what the fuck is wrong with you, other stuff coming out of my mouth

I snatched her cell phone from off the bed and hurled it across the room

She stood up and started yelling back that I was a loser, why the fuck didn't I get my own room when I had the chance ooh because I didn't want to upset mom

I felt my blood boiling I could feel my face turning red. Shut up just shut up she yelled and go fucking whine to mom about how I'm acting then why don't you . Get out!

That's when I noticed her erect nipples through the tight surf t shirt she was wearing as pajamas. Then her baremidriff. Her small waist curving into the hourglass hips I'd never noticed before

This was my sister, the "hot chick" I'd grown up with, tolerated then loathed for her phoniness, her cold and seemingly calculated mean streak, and the ease with which she seemed to move forward in life because of her looks

MY heart was pounding, full of rage and years of resentment. I kept staring at her waistline. Suddenly I could feel what I realized what was a massive erection poking uncomfortably into my jeans

I was so angry now and embarassed, for a split second I thought about fleeing the room. Then my

With an animal gasp I advanced on her, burying my face in her chest, feeling the soft fabric of the shirt on my face and the warmth of her breasts

Oh my god she sighed, and put one hand to my head as if to console me, but there was only one thing that would

Instinctively I reached up under her shirt and felt her full, luscious breasts, as firm as any I'd ever felt, and her still hard nipples

She gasped in confusion but did not cry out . I sought out and began sucking her right breast, sucking my sister's tits like so many guys I'd known had wanted to

The fact that it was so wrong enflamed me, I grabbed the side of her pajama pants and pushed them down

I felt like an animal, it seemed to take forever, I finally pulled everything off her with no resistance and felt the warm juiciness of my sister's wet pussy

My jeans fell to the floor and I grabbed her legs, I saw her turn the other way closing her eyes, her legs still open

I threw myself on top of her and then I was inside her

I cried out and thrust deeper into her warm, tight cunt, feeling it around me. It felt so good I thought I was going to lose my mind, no I already had

I had hated her, I envied her, how dare she treat me the way she did I thought. She was a whore, a whore. I felt lightheaded as I pounded away at her, oh my god oh my god I heard her whisper

I kept going, my skin tingling, I could feel my sweat on her as I rammed her inside with the years of rage, rejection and jealousy I'd felt

I felt myself become harder and stronger than I'd ever felt with other girls inside her, only thinking about finishing and making my point clear to her

"I'm on the pill" she gasped, as I held nothing back and felt her waist from underneath with my hands

Letting loose some sort of animal cry, I pushed myself over the edge in her and felt a gushing spurt come out of me that I kept going and going until I found myself hunched over her, panting, dripping sweat onto her

I pulled myself off of her and sat on the edge of the bed, still high from the experience but now aware of what I'd done

Then I felt her hand and her warm head on my back, holding me around the waist. I felt her hugging me, something she hadn't done in years or if she had only in the superficial welcome home sort of way.

If she cried I don't remember, I'm not sure how long we lay there like that, but I remember feeling as if it would never end. In fact, I almost didn't want it to

She got up and went to the bathroom while I caught my breath and then quickly moved to erase the terrible evidence of the jumbled sheets and clothing on the bed.

My father's bypass was successful and after a couple of days we both went back to our respective lives.

We never spoke about it, that night or since, nor has anything really changed between us, but I have a feeling we won't argue anymore for a long time.

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