I was born in Brooklyn, New York, just a year and a half after my sister was, so we were pretty close in age growing up. In my earliest memories, I remember her always taking care of me, always looking out for me. Our father was quite a bit older than our mom. He was a tough, old-school son-of-a-bitch. He joined the U.S. Marines when he wasn't even eighteen yet, and spent four years fighting against the Japanese in the jungles of the South Pacific during World War II. A great guy; just ask anyone that knew him. My sister was his favorite. Probably, because she was always sweet and polite. She… فراءة المزيد

It just makes me feel good to be able to share these memories of my earlier years with my sister with other people - to let them understand what a sweet, caring doll she was back then, in addition to the adorable, sexy teen that she grew into - which itself is pretty awesome. Now, I told you that our father was pretty tough on me. I know he saw that my sister was looking out for me all the time. But I think that maybe he felt that I wasn't always looking out for her too. Nothing could have been further from the truth. One day, not long after our father died, my sister was waiting for me outsid… فراءة المزيد

Our mom used to show us this old photograph of the two of us sitting on the couch, my sister holding me in her lap, her arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly against her. I couldn’t have been more than six months, she around 2 years. Mom used to tell us that I would always cry and "fuss" until she put me next to my sister. Then I would calm right down and be happy. I can remember just never feeling right unless I was close to her - the closer I was to her, the better! I felt warm and safe just knowing that she was nearby. Even at that age, it was clear to everyone that knew the two of us… فراءة المزيد

The Intimacy between my sister and me was truly special. She was always there for me. No guilt. No regrets. Just love. My first time with her was quite a while back, but I remember it like yesterday. It was late morning on Friday October 21, 1977. I had just started high school. My sister was a year ahead of me. She was about the sweetest girl you could ever want to meet. She was a cutie, with long brown hair and big hazel green eyes. Her boobs weren't huge, but they were perfectly shaped, soft and supple, with big, puffy nipples that stuck out nicely through her tight white t-shirt when they… فراءة المزيد