My Sister Sam

My Sister is a…(Full Story)

Yes, there will be incest and BDSM….

So, STOP reading if this disgusts you!

Thought so, you perv!!

All chararachters are fictitious and well over 18

Constructive feedback is always welcomed!!

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Chapter 1 – Dinner and a walk

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It started out as normal as any dinner you’d have with a family member that you haven’t seen in years.

My little sister and I are only 2 years apart but many years of life and our own family commitments, not to mention 865 miles, had prevented us from being close since college. She had moved to the mid-west soon after college and I remained in the northeast living in the small mill-town area we grew up in.

I always loved her full name, Samantha, but she liked to be called Sammie. That said, I always called her Sam. She has called me Ed since we were teens because Edward was too formal and Eddie was too childish.

So, there we were, a couple of siblings in our 40’s, having a catch up conversation at tavern near my apt.

The riverside restaurant was just one of many converted mill buildings along the winding river but this one had outside seating. We were fortunate to have gotten a high-top looking out over the river and the river walks on either side of the river.

We chatted about our perspective families and our careers. Her job had sent her back to new england for a few weeks to train people in a new facility. She told me how she planned to catch up will all her friends and family while she was here. As often happens with ‘kids’ our age, the conversation turned to our health.

“Sam, how is it you can stay in such good shape with your job? I mean, riding a desk all day….how the hell do you do it? I asked.

“I walk my ass off, literally!!”

She replied smiling as she spun the seat of the tall chair around.

“Yeah, I can see that. I wish playing hockey was as body sculpting as your waking. At least I get a great cardio.”

“Well..” She said, ” I’ll bet your endurance is off the charts, right?”

I smiled and answered, “Yeah, I guess it is. I could probably still out run….or walk…you, little sister!”

My teasing stab hit home.

“Sounds like a challenge…bro!! Perhaps a walk would give me the chance to prove you wrong… again!!” She laughed out loud as she finished her suggestion.

She always was faster than me, but I wasn’t turning down the challenge.

“You are on Sam!” I answered, “Besides that pasta isn’t going to melt off you, or me, by sitting here drinking lemonade.”

I signaled our waiter and looked at the river walks on each side of the river.

“We better take the east side walk, nobody uses that one and I don’t want you to be embarrassed when I beat that skinny ass of yours!” I taunted.

“Promises…Promises..” She sighed and looked away.

It was seasonally warm with the threat of a thunder shower. New England weather is pretty unpredictable but as a native of this river valley, I have learned that you can kind of smell the rain before it starts.

“I think we have a half hour before it pours buckets on us.”

She turned her head into the warm breeze and sniffed.

“Yah, Edward, I concur!” she said in her best German accent.

We chuckled together at her comment.

A few min later we were walking semi-briskly along the river walk. We could see lighting flashes begin to illuminate the western sky.

I was smart to have worn sneakers. She had on Velcro strapped sandels and off-white summer dress that stopped just above her knee.

“Shorts, sneakers….my lucky Fender Vaporizor” t-shirt… yeah, Sammie, your skinny little ass is in for a spanking.” I quipped, meaning only to beat her in our undefined race.

“You keep promising….” She muttered under her breath.

I pondered her somewhat perplexing statement as I formulated the race plan in my head. ‘Promises?’

She broke the silence as I was thinking of my own race parameters.

“OK Ed, its about a quarter mile to the bridge. I’ll race you there and then back to the tavern. Walking only….no running!”

“Deal…GO!!!” I laughed as I strode off as fast as I could without jogging.

“You cheating shit…” She yelled from behind me.

My long stride would guarantee me a win.

Neither of us had broken a sweat when we reached the bridge. I turned around and passed her as I headed back. She was only about ten paces behind me.

I smacked her ass as hard as I could as she passed me.

“There, the spanking has begun.” I laughed.

I couldn’t really hear what her response was but it sure sounded like a growl…..my little sister had sure become a curious woman since I had seen her last several years ago.

With about a hundred yards to go the first fat raindrop pelted me in the face.

“Oh shit sis, we better hurry!!” I yelled as I turned around and inadvertently stepped right into my sprinting sisters path.

Her hands hit my chest and as my balance began to escape, I instinctively twisted and grabbed her as we fell to the grass beside the concrete path.

I was able to keep my head up as she pile-drove me into the turf in a loud thud.

“Fuck!” She yelled as we landed.

She rolled off me and her dress was pushed up around her naked ass.

She lay there sobbing as she held her left knee to her mouth.

I gasped as I stared at my little sisters bare bottom.

The streaks of red made her ass look like a tiger. And the bruises on her upper legs made my eyes pop wide open.

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Chapter 2 – Innocent, No More

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The mysterious red stripes contrasted against the untanned flesh of her perfect bottom. I was intrigued.

My eyes flashed between her marked cheeks and the colorful bruises on the back of her upper thighs.

She was holding her knee to her face muffling her sobs.

“Hey, Sam….are you OK?” I asked reaching my hand over but not quite sure where to touch.

I settled my hand on her hip and began to pull the dress back over her bruised and striped bottom.

She rolled over onto her back, still holding her leg. This expoesed her clean shaven pussy for my viewing pleasure.

I stared for a moment until she yanked her dress over her privates as she replied.

“Yeah, I am ok but…FUCK, that hurt!!”

I barely heard her because her shaved pussy was indeed a very pleasant view….even the little bruises all around her hairless honey-pot looked sexy.

I stood up and helped her stand too.

She had blood, dirt and a little grass on her lip and cheek. She limped as she stood on her badly skinned knee. Apparently, she caught her knee a little on the concrete before we went sliding across the grass.

I guess we were both lucky we didn’t smack either of our heads on the hard walkway or a rock or even a small tree.

I put my arm around her as the heavy drops of rain quickly turned into a downpour and headed us back toward my apt a few blocks away.

Once back at my apt, we stood in my small kitchen like a couple of drown rats. I grabbed a kitchen towel and dryed her face, then mine. She smiled up at me and then frowned as she turned her face away.

“You have always protected me Ed. And I have always loved how you usually put your own needs behind the person you were with…..”

She paused and let out a long sigh

I hugged her bringing her soaking wet body into mine.

“We need to get dry, Samantha. No need to get pneumonia on the first day of your trip.” I said as I pulled away.

We stood in my kitchen, me staring at her perfect chest heaving thru the wet fabric of her sundress. I hadn’t noticed earlier she wasn’t wearing a bra.

No bra, no panties…

Who the fuck was she?

Bruises, hash marks on her ass….who the fuck had beat my beautiful sister?

I was getting angry….my eyes gave me away.

“Wha….Who….where….who….”

I stammered.

She closed the gap between us and put her finger to my lips.

“Ed, shhhh…..”

She spoke in an even tone.

“I need you to keep what you saw quite. I can’t be outed about my masochistic side. Let’s get cleaned up so I can explain.”

I nodded as my confused brain tried to comprehend this new information.

She stepped into the bathroom so she could tend to her scuffed knee. I dressed quickly and then grabbed a T-shirt and sweatpants out of my teenaged son’s pile of clothes. As I handed them thru the door I was treated to another glimpse of her marked-up bottom in the mirror…..

Something inside me made my lust stir.

I poured a couple fingers of vodka and slung it back. Then fixed us both some gingerale.

“Hey Sam, do you want a Giggle drink or just some tonic?”

“A Giggle drink sounds good.” She cheerfully replied as she stepped out of the bathroom.

“I haven’t had one of those since that motorcycle weekend we went to up in Laconia way back when. Whatever happened to your motorcycle anyway?

“I sold her to by a tractor. Would love to buy another when I get back on my feet.” I answered somberly.

I finished stirring the vodka and cut lemons into the glasses if ginderale.

“Voila…two Giggle drinks for the clumsiest family in town.”

We clinked our drinks and I drained about half of mine.

“Take it easy Eddie boy, you still need to drive me back to the hotel.” She stated in a cautious voice.

“Don’t worry, Sam….I’m not going to get shitty.” I answered before gulping down the rest of my drink.

I meant it too, driving buzzed was not anything I was interested in doing, especially since my commercial drivers licence reduced the blood alcohol number I was subject to. Two stiff drinks were my limit.

I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

“OK, Sam…..what the fuck is going on?”

We sat on the couch facing each other. Her nipples probe the snug fitting t-shirt. She looked down and asked. “This is Steve’s shirt right? He is getting big, isn’t he?”

“Yeah, he’s a teenager now but its not my weekend to see them, I can arrange something next weekend.” I replied. “If not, maybe a trip to you next summer?”

I paused for a few breaths before asking again.

“Samantha, who did that to you?”

“Ed, I am kinky. Kinkier than you could ever imagine. After my divorce, I got involved with a…..a social website that opened some doors into the world of BDSM. You know what that is….right?”