Vanessa watched as rain pounded her living room window. She was so upset and this time, she knew she couldn’t combat it by herself. It was not even ten minutes ago that she finished a nasty argument with a woman she barely knew. It was her boyfriend’s (well ex boyfriend now) mistress. She had been suspicious that he had been cheating on her but dismissed it out of fear that she would have a nervous breakdown. Bryan was the seventh man to cheat on her in the past three years, and this one really stung. Vanessa had met him about six months ago and it was during a time where she was unbelievably vulnerable. At first she pushed him away telling him the line of “I’m not really trying to date anymore right now”, but somehow he had seen through her statement. Bryan would tell her things like “you deserve better” and that “a man would have to be a full to toy with someone of her beauty. Go fucking figure huh, how the tide has changed. Now she found herself crying on her velvet loveseat with tears of anger, confusion, and a hint of envy. She had glanced at the woman once before and she didn’t look bad. A stout figure with wide hips and C cup breasts. Pale vanilla skin, long fiery orange Irish hair and fierce green eyes. Vanessa couldn’t help but think what the hell this fucking bitch had that she didn’t. She was no stick figure herself, her own ferocious curves did more than enough to prove it. Her hair was dyed a sexy mixture of magenta and carmine and it fell in loose curls below her spine. Her skin was a rich hue of caramel and possessed various tattoos of various illustrations all around her body. The most prominent one was a bunch of roses with the word “PASSION” written across each rose in cursive letters across her chest. She was smart too, incredibly smart. She had graduated Syracuse University top 10 in her graduating class and received a bachelors degree in business. A degree that she would use to land a very high profile office job in East Manhattan, and he still cheated on her. Vanessa could only shake her head and wipe tears while she stared at her femme vixen like frame in the mirror. “Why the fuck would he cheat on me?” She shouted to herself with a loud wail. It had been this way for a long time. She would get into a relationship only for the man she’s with to cheat on her, then she would tell herself to be alone for a while. That wouldn’t last long either because the men that approached her always knew the right things to say to her and just exactly when to say it. Before you know it they’re at each other’s houses fucking like college students. This was especially tough because Vanessa had taken Bryan into her home, oblivious to the fact that he had an apartment of his own.That was where he would run off to after he got finished using her and wanted to go fuck that other girl. There’s also that, “that other girl”. It sounded so whorish of him to admit to stepping out on her and not even have the audacity or the balls to even tell her what the woman’s name is. But hey, just like a whore of a man to cheat on her in the first place, right? Sipping from a bottle of Hennessy, Vanessa was startled when there was a loud bang on her door. “Get the fuck away from my house Bryan or I swear to God,” she started. “V it’s your sister, Mallory. Open the door because I’m getting soaked.” Vanessa jumped up from her chair and pulled her pink silk robe tighter around her pajama clad body. Unlocking the door, sure enough it was her older sister Mallory, standing in the door trying to dodge the miniature liquid bullets of the night sky. “Mallory you didn’t really have to come over, I was just pissed off,” Vanessa started. Pushing past her younger sister, Mallory waltzed into the living room and over into the kitchen. “What you think imma let a sorry ass man mess with my sister and get away with it?” Vanessa closed her door, forcing a smile with tear filled eyes as she joined her sister in the kitchen. “No I didn’t not with your crazy ass still alive,” she answered. Mallory glanced at her and frowned. “Girl where’s your clothes… as a matter of fact: where the fuck is he at?” Vanessa sighed and poured her sister a glass of the Hennessy she was drinking. “I don’t know he might be out fucking that bitch or something. I don’t really give a fuck where he is,” she said taking another swig from the liquor bottle. “Well what you’re not gonna go beat her ass?” Mallory asked and Vanessa scoffed. “Why should I? He’s not my problem, far as I’m concerned he’s that bitch’s problem now.” Mallory smiled towards her sister while she playfully sipped from her respective glass. “Well why did you call me over here then? I was ready to fight and you know me girl. I would’ve beat the shit out of him,” she said. Vanessa chuckled and shoved the Hennessy bottle back towards her sister. “Mal, he’s not worth it. He’s not worth losing that LPN title you have at the hospital.” Mallory sniffed and forced a smile of her own. “Girl fuck that job, I took a weeks worth of vacation. Those bitches piss me off too much.” Vanessa shook her head, throwing the last bit of Hennessy down her throat. “Well I know one thing, I’m about to be drunk.” Mallory looked over the kitchen to spot another bottle of Hennessy (this one with a hint of vanilla flavoring) and grabbed it off the counter. “Well lets have a party,” she said in a low voice. Vanessa gave her sister a glossy glance that hinted that maybe she’d had enough but she went along with it. Snatching the bottle from Mallory’s hands she unscrewed the bottle cap and took a big gulp, almost falling backwards when she swallowed it. Her sister chuckled and snatched the bottle back. “Atta girl,” she giggled and then she took a big gulp of her own, guzzling down a respectable amount herself. It was stronger than she anticipated, even though she had drank numerous times before, but she had slowed down because of her job. Handing the bottle back to Vanessa, she shook off the strength of the alcohol and asked could she use her bathroom. “I haven’t drank in a while plus I have to pee anyways,” she chimed while she waltzed down the hallway. “Don’t piss on my floor,” Vanessa called back with a small grin. Taking another swig from the bottle, she turned to look at her sister. Mallory was turning 34 in a couple months but her youth still shined over her aging body. Like Vanessa, she was curvy, had caramel taunt skin, and her eyes mimicked that of a sultry vixen. Tattoos were sprawled all across her body just like her sister, although she had about six more in random places. Her breast were D cups and her ass was rounder than the morning sun. Mallory’s hair used to be just as long as her sister’s but she’d opted to cut it in a shoulder length bob. Due to her job, she was usually in scrubs but tonight she was in a white t shirt, booty shorts, and a sheer sleeveless cardigan. All completed with a pair of black luxury flip flops. Vanessa envied her. Mallory was gorgeous and had a steady source of income. It puzzled many that she didn’t have a man this late in life, but she preferred it that way. Sex was always on her mind and even though dick was nice, she preferred to be the “we had sex, get the fuck out of my house” type. Butterflies fluttered in Vanessa’s stomach as she thought about just how sexy her sister was. Not to mention how reliable she was. It was damn near 2:30 in the morning with rain pouring down like cats and dogs, and this bitch still showed up to comfort her. That made her sex appeal heighten even more, almost to the point where Vanessa began to think about things….dirty things. The sound of the flushing toilet snapped her out of the trance she was in and Vanessa came back to her senses. Watching Mallory walk back out of the bathroom, she felt herself go wet between her legs. She crossed them to try and hide her sexual tension. “Whew that was nice, now I can finally drink like I want to,” her sister sang, “pass the bottle don’t drink it for yourself bitch.” Vanessa smiled and slowly handed her the bottle. “Didn’t think that the nurse would ever start drinking again,” she scoffed and Mallory laughed heartily at the remark. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Vanessa shrugged, looking down at her feet. “I don’t think ole Mallory has it in her anymore.” She gave her sister a sexily challenged look. Mallory frowned as she ripped the bottle from her drunken sister’s hands. “Bitch, fuck you,” she said and she quickly turned the bottle up in the air, chugging the remaining amount of Hennessy (which was at about 75%). She finished the last drop with a smack and a smile to Vanessa. “Done,” she chirped, tossing the bottle back on the couch towards her sister. Vanessa was impressed but caught herself staring at the breasts heaving up and down four feet away from her. Mallory giggled, a sign that she was starting to get drunk, and looked over at Vanessa. “He’s a damn fool V. I mean I’m looking at you now, and damn you look good. Pretty face, big ass, nice titties…what more can a man ask for? If I was a man, I’d fuck you. I’d make you feel real good and tell you how pretty you are and all that other mushy shit,” Mallory drunkenly ranted. Vanessa smiled as her sexual frustration grew. “You really mean that? You would fuck me, even with us being sisters?” Mallory made circles in the couch with her index fingers, suddenly looking at her sister with passion filled eyes. “I’d fuck you regardless.” Vanessa returned the glazed over look and lingered over her sister’s words. “Remember that time you taught me how to kiss? I held back….I had already known how to kiss.” Mallory stared at her fiercely. “Then why’d you tell me to do it?” Vanessa glanced at the floor then back up to her sister. “Because I wanted to kiss you,” she whispered. The two women stared at each other as the rain began another heavy downpour. Thunder cracking the skies in half and lightening flashing like strobe lights through the dimly lit living room. “Do you want to do it again?” Mallory questioned, breaking the intense silence between them. Vanessa thought for a minute then slowly peeled her body up from the couch. Slowly walking over to the loveseat, she stared her sister in the face, letting out a rugged breath in the process. Mallory watched her every move with a “don’t be shy, take what you want” look in her own eyes. Vanessa squatted down to meet Mallory face to face. The tension in this act was so thick, you could’ve cut through it with a sex glazed knife. Taking her sister by the throat, she deeply kissed her devouring both her lips inside of her own and hungrily pulling back for air. Mallory furrowed both her brows in approval and pulled her sister back in for another kiss. This kiss was even more deep and filled with passion than the first and she darted her tongue inside of her sister’s mouth exploring the warm moist sensation of her mouth. Vanessa moaned in response and and smashed her hands down Mallory’s body. Gasping for air, she ripped off the cardigan and pulled the sleeves of the t shirt down exposing Mallory’s perky tits. Vanessa pointed her eyes downward as she planted another hard kiss on her sister’s lips. She kissed her chin and began sucking on her throat and neck. Mallory groaned in approval, kneading her own nipples as Vanessa inched closer to her chest. Looking up at her sister, she cupped the magnificent pair of tits in her hands and began to violent suck and swirl her tongue around Mallory’s chocolate hued buds. She moaned loud in response and bucked her hips against Vanessa’s pelvis. Smiling, Vanessa traces more kisses down her sister’s body and watches as her skin heats up with each loud “smack” caused by Vanessa’s wet lips. Grabbing her by the throat, she kisses Mallory one last time before trading places on the love seat. Fortunately, under her robe was very little clothing. Just a black lace bra and a red lace thong. Mallory (who was now incredibly horny) quickly pulled the panties off her sister and tore the bra to free a pair of equally immaculate tits. “Mmmm,” Mallory moaned low and vixen like, “I’m gonna fuck you good.” Vanessa stared at her with glossy eyes and spread her legs, almost daring her to make good on her statement. Mallory kisses her hard and fast, catching Vanessa’s bottom lip and pulling on it gently before releasing. Pulling back, she rose just enough so she could pull off the jean shorts and silk panties she was wearing. Kneeling back down, she planted a kiss on Vanessa’s navel and then went to town on her pussy. Licking upward with a long and upward stroke, Mallory watched her sister moan and writhe in ecstasy. She smiled and licked again catching her clit between her full lips, sucking on the spherical ball of pleasure for a beat. Vanessa grabbed a handful of her hair but she caught her hand and intertwined their fingers together in a tight embrace. “Don’t fight it,” she told her as she lapped away at Vanessa’s rapidly lubricating opening. Reaching up to knead her sister’s nipple, she inserted a finger to accommodate the tongue attack, quickly adding another to heighten the act. Vanessa cried out pleasurably and bucked hack and forth at the mouth/finger combo Mallory unleashed on her. “You like that?” She asked and Vanessa nodded vigorously. She smiled and climbed onto the loveseat, joining her. “Get on top,” she whispered in her ear and after a couple of minutes, Vanessa was directly on top of her like she was told. The two women’s breaths matched each other as they lay there, breasts smushed together and sweat forming on their bodies. Vanessa leaned down to kiss her sister while plunging two fingers into Mallory’s glazed sex, causing her to do the same. They fingered each other in a missionary like position and moaned simultaneously seeing who could push the other to orgasm. Mallory, (obviously because of her age) was the more skilled of the two and easily went back and forth between Vanessa’s wet pussy lips and her clit, shaking her with her rhythmic hand movements. Vanessa came all over her hands, hugging her sister tightly and whimpering nothings in her ears. Mallory let out another gasp of pleasure and gently pushed her sister’s hand from in between her legs. She held her sister close, like she was supposed to be held, and nestled in her hair. Looking up at the ceiling she felt Vanessa move into a more comfortable position: resting her head on top of Mallory’s tits. Stroking her sister’s hair, she smiled. It had been a long time since Mallory had a sexual experience like this and with someone she cared about. Vanessa stirred on her chest and gave her older sister one last kiss on the nipple. “I love you Mal,” she said groggily as she drifted off to sleep. “I love you too sis,” Mallory replied and she joined her in a deep, romantic slumber.