My cock pulsed in my briefs, my heart started to thud loudly, not because of how she looked but because I was going to get on the bed with her. I turned away from her and sat slowly down, putting my butt on the edge of the mattress. The bed dipped with my weight until I was sitting fully. She didn't move, she didn't wake. I twisted around and ever so carefully eased back until I was on my back with my feet still on the floor. Encouraged by her uninterrupted sleep I lifted first one leg then the second until I was lying on the edge of her bed. My heart was tripping a million miles an hour, my boner ached. I turned my head to look at the back of hers, I looked at the long dark hair strung over her pillow then my eyes traveled down her back, over her butt and along the shape of her legs under the covers. I put a hand in my shorts and caressed my aching erection which caused an involuntary tremor to shake the bed. She felt the shift and moved, changing position by rolling to her back. Her right leg was lying against my left side, one hand flopped across my stomach. I fought the urge to cum in my shorts. I stayed next to her for ten minutes holding my breath the entire time. Finally the pressure in my balls got too strong and I slipped off the bed then back to my Hairy own room where threesome I fucked my fist, blowing my nuts into a t-shirt. The next morning after breakfast she caught me as we were getting ready for school “I had a weird dream last night, I dreamed that we were like homeless and sleeping together on an old mattress.” “Oh wow, that's totally fucking gross. You’re my big sister, being in a bed with you would totally freak me out.” She was four months shy of eighteen, I was well over sixteen. Neither my sister nor I would ever be part of the in-crowd at school, the clique of pretty and handsome young women and men who had no room in their lives for anyone like my sister and me. We were the dictionary definition of homely. Both she and I had long triangular faces, high freckled foreheads that narrowed to sharp pointed chins. The indian most prominent feature on my sister's face was the shotgun pattern of freckles across her cheeks, the dull brown spots matched the color of her hair and eyes perfectly. I sported a short fat nose and pouty lips that looked out of place on my narrow face. Even our names, Nadine and Elvin, caused derisive comments and scorn from the social elite. Not only were we unappealing to the others in school, we were also newcomers. Our family had moved from Tampa Florida to a much smaller mid-west city when our father got a major promotion. The only thing my sister and I enjoyed was the influx of money and possessions from our father's job and generosity. Since we had moved my sister and I were forced by our isolation to become friends and allies. Two weeks after my foray to her bed Nadine came into the house crying, ranting mad and totally distraught. I asked her what was wrong and she came back with “Do you ever talk to any of the beautiful people at school? Do they ever talk to you? Those three fucking blonde cunts in Morgan's class decided to give me hell today because I don't look like them! They called me skinny, they called me Nate, not Nadine because they said I have no hips or tits. Patty, the leader said that if I was a dog Hardcore I'd be homeless because nobody would want something that had a face like this......” my sister took off her thick glasses and started to cry. I felt bad for her, I emphasized with her because I had to take the same bullying crap from the guys at school. I also didn't understand why they would be picking on her because of her body, she looked pretty damn nice to me. Maybe she didn't have a D cup bra or a Barbie waist but she was shaped as well as many of the hot girls in our school. Nadine was a senior and she swore that as soon as she graduated and turned eighteen she was headed back to Tampa and her friends. Before long I could see his cock growing back to fire fighting status. She’s Hardcore not like you, Mistress. “No he spanked my pussy just hard enough to give me painful pleasure. “I Hairy can taste your fear,” she said. A wall that nodded her head and sometimes would say, “Yeah,” threesome or, “I get that,” but wouldn't add anything. When she calms down, let me know what she's going to do. The ladies were nearly done with the cleaning. He dug his finger into her ticklish spots between her thighs indian and from the bottom of her ass down to the backs of her knees. You're such a sexy woman.” In a way I was pleased as well, but I wasn’t happy about my skirt and my constant blushing whenever it blew up. I’m sure that you will get better soon; you’ll soon be back at school with your mates.” Luther laughed then slid down towards her feet.