Sis- A Gray Muzzle story
Sis- A Gray Muzzle story
The old board floors creaked loudly, as I walked down the narrow hallway, stopping at each group of pictures that hung on the wall. It was covered it's entire length in framed photographs. They were yellowed with age, and faded, but carefully framed, and free of dust. They told a picture of a family, A Saluki father, an Afghan mother, and their three children- two boys, and a girl. Nothing extraordinary, really; just the typical photos you'd expect to see in a family home. Weddings, graduations, births, vacations. Very ordinary photos, except for one thing- this was MY family.
I was in the house to help pack things up. After my dad passed away, maybe twenty years ago, mom and sis lived here. When my mother passed a few months ago, the decision was made to put the house up for sale. I think it was a difficult decision for all of us, but especially for my sister. You see, Cindy had never left home. This house was the only home she had ever known. But, with my mother gone, it was simply impossible to keep. Reluctantly, my brother and I, then finally sis, decided that it was time to sell it. It was a pretty house, in a great location, and once it was on the market, it had sold quickly. Now, all that was left was the difficult job of cleaning it out, in preparation for the sale.
"Hey, come take a look!"
It was sis, sneaking up behind me, as she loved to do. She took my hand, and lead me back to the kitchen. Sitting on the table there was a huge album.
"I found this under mom's bed. You won't believe this....."
Of course, she was right. Opening the book, there was a lace handkerchief.
"From her wedding to daddy...."
"How do you know?"
"Says so, in her diary."
"She kept one? I never knew."
"Me either. What's in it?"
She moved it from my grasp.
"Nothing much. Just a lot of day to day stuff."
"Are we in there?"
"Some. Not like you'd think. It's mostly about her thoughts, and feelings, stuff like that."
"She's a mother. She's not supposed to have those....."
"Guess again, Sherlock. Moms are people, too...."
With that, my sis placed the diary in a box, and turned to bring the box to her truck. I watched as she did. My sister favored mom. She was all Afghan, with really long hair. Thin as a rail, and flat as a pancake, she might have been a model, had she been a bit taller, and had she not decided instead to spend her life running a horsefarm. Up every day at dawn, she spent most of every day with the horses. As mom grew more feeble, there were more demands on her time. She cut back, until she was down to just two horses. Still, she never gave up. She still was at the farm before six, and seldom got back before ten.
Sis walked back in.
"Can you help me bring those boxes up to my bedroom?"
I nodded agreement, and grabbed the stack, following sis up the stairs to her room. It was at the top of the stairs, on the right. It was a little girl's room, filled with stuffed animals, horse miniatures, and show ribbons. By the wall was a single bed, with yellow sheets, still unmade. There was a pile of folded laundry at the foot of the bed. Mostly, from what I could see cotton bikini panties, in pastel colors, and cotton camisoles.
When I put down the boxes, sis was standing there, looking out the window. She wore the clothes she always wore- a plaid cowboy shirt over a little cotton undershirt, and jeans. The jeans hung off her hips, exaggerating her leanness. Sis never ate much. Mom tried to fatten her up, fill her out, give her some curves, but sis would have none of it. She just never had much interest in food. That combined with a life of hard gave her an incredibly lean, linear body. Even with forty plus years of life outdoors, she still cut a striking profile.
"Greg?"
"Uh huh" I replied, examining a miniature horse on the shelf.
"Do you like me?"
I paused
"Of course. You're my sister"
She began to walk over.
"No, that's not what I meant. I mean, like a woman....."
I turned, and sis had one hand on the wall, on each side of my head.
"Did you ever think of me, in that way, the way a man looks at a woman.?"
This wasn't going to be easy. I could tell from the look in her eyes that a glib, humerous reply wouldn't work.
"Back when I was, maybe thirteen? I saw you leave the bathroom. You didn't know I was there. You were wearing only panties. You must have been cold, because your nipples were really sticking out."
"And?" she asked, with an evil smile.
"Well, that night, I thought about how you looked when I played with myself."
"I used to love that..."
"What?"
"When you'd come home from school, and play with yourself."
"You WATCHED! I can't believe you'd invade my privacy like that.
"Oh, lighten up! You didn't close the door. It was there to see. You were so cute, your eyes closed, pulling on it like that......
I looked up. Her eyes met mine. Than, it happened. She kissed me. Not a sisterly kiss, but the kiss of a sex starved cheerleader in heat. Blocking my escape with her body, her hands moved to hold my head, as her tongue entered my muzzle. Her pelvis pressed hard to mine, I had a decision; to fight it, or to go along. I went along.
We kissed a long time like that. Then, she let go. Turning, she pulled down her zipper, and unsnapped the button of her jeans. Gravity took over, and they dropped to the floor. She kicked them away. Slipping off her outer shirt, she sat on the edge of the bed. I wasn't sure what to do. I walked over. Without a word, she undid my pants, and let them drop. She then unbuttoned my shirt. I sat on the bed next to her. She lay her head on my chest, and smiled.
"Sis?"
"Um Hmmm"
"How come you never met a guy....or a girl.....I mean......" I realized I was digging myself a hole. I shut up. She started stroking my bare chest.
"I dunno. Never met anyone who seemed worth the effort. Guess I was busy. Woke up one day, and I was alone. You ever think of getting married again?
"Uh uh. Not really.
I always liked girls. From the moment I saw the little Cocker next door laying out in her bathing suit, I was in love. It was a year or more before I had the nerve to ask her out. From that time on, we were inseperable. As soon as I got out of school, we were married. We both wanted pups, and started working on it right away. When nothing had happened in two years, she went to the doctor. I'll never forget sitting down with her in the doctor's office that day. Within eight months, she was gone.
Sis pushed me to the bed. Reaching inside my shorts, she found that I was already out of my sheath. Smiling, she stroked it.
"Is this good? It's how I saw you do yourself....."
"Uh huh." I closed my eyes.
She continued to stroke my member. If there ever was an issue as to whether I found her attractive, there was no question now. Minutes later, she was holding the largest erection I'd ever had.
"You know, this was the first one of these I'd ever seen"
"Yours was the first I'D see."
"Remember when mom would put us in the tub together?
I'd watch as you'd pee."
"I asked mom when I'd get mine. I was so upset when she told me I wasn't...."
With that, sis stood. She slipped her cotton camisole over her head, revealing her hard nipples. She wiggled out of her panties, and got back on the bed. Kneeling astride me, she separated her sex, and aimed my organ inside her. My penis slide readily into her wet, warm sex.....and stopped.
"You're......"
She smiled
"First time."
She nodded.
"You never?"
She shook her head "no"
With that, she bent over, embracing me. Then she leaned in, pressing her sex against my own. In an instant, she grunted, and I felt myself entering sis fully. She took my full length, and held it. We kissed, this time a long, romantic one. When we were finished, she began to ride my cock. I lifted her earflap, and began to tongue it. I suspect that she was a little sore, because her lovemaking was so soft, so gentle. I would have gone on like that forever.
"Bro?"
"Mmmmm?"
"Can you do it inside me? "
I nodded.
Holding her close, I increased the tempo. When I did, I could see her mouth open, her claws digging deeply into my back.
"I'm....."
"I Know......go ahead....."
A few breaths later, I could feel it. She could, too, because she bit down on the back of my neck. My cock exploded, as it pushed hard at her cervix. Having not 'relieved myself' in ages, it seemed to go on forever. When we were done, cum leaked all over the two of us. We were locked together, my sister looking at me, with love in her eyes, when we must have drifted off.
After that day, I didn't see sis for a while. She was busy looking for another place, I was dealing with the sale of the house, and a bunch of other things. Truth is, I was kind of avoiding all the issue that the events of that day raised. It was kind of a surprise when my sis called, and asked me out to dinner. She was staying at a downtown hotel, and she suggested we eat there. I accepted. When I arrived at the restaurant, sis was already there. She wore a short, black knit dress that complimented her lean figure perfectly. She stood, and greeted me with a hug and a kiss.
"Sis, I'm speechless. To what do we owe this?"
"Well, I wanted to thank you for all of your help. I figured it would be bad form to show up looking like I'd just finished a day at the barn."
"Well, I must say the look becomes you.....
We had a lovely dinner. We ate, drank, laughed and shared stories about the years that we spent together. After dessert, she picked up the check. We got up to leave.
"Would you mind walking me to my room? I'm not entirely comfortable with this whole hotel thing yet."
I nodded. I understood. Before this, sis had never been in a hotel alone. I could sense her discomfort. We took the elevator to her floor, and she let us in. When I got there, I realized that there was another surprise in store. There were flowers, Champagne, and lights turned down low.
"And what is this?" I asked innocently
"Well, I figure I kind of owe you. You know, an evening when I don't smell of horse, when I'm not wearing jeans, and we're not doing it on dirty sheets, in an unmade bed......
With that, she kissed me. This time, there was not hesitation. We fell to the bed, and rolled around like two teenagers. I pushed up her short dress to find that she wasn't wearing panties. I buried my face in her sex, and loved her with my long, rough Saluki tongue. Much to my joy she returned the favor, taking my sex in her mouth, doing a '69' for the first time in her life. With the pain of her hyman in the past, we made love enthusiastically several times. It was such a special feeling when we finally broke the knot. I poured the Champagne, and offered her a glass. She shook her head.
"Can't. I'm pregnant."