Donna has had a rough love life, two failed marriages and a live in boyfriend that cleaned her out and left. Me on the other hand, I have been married for 20 years. I got married at 17 and have two sons. Donna has no Children although she wanted them bad.

Donna called me at 7 AM on a Saturday morning, crying about how that she just got home from work to find that her live in boyfriend had left her. Not only had he left her, but had taken a lot of her stuff with him as well. I could tell she was extremely upset and there was no telling what she might do. After all her first marriage had lasted less than six months with basically the same results. Her second marriage had lasted four years, until she caught her husband sleeping with her best friend. She tossed him out and that is when her best friend's husband moved in with her. They sort of swapped husbands I guess.

John, her best friend's husband and her live in boyfriend had stayed with her for 3 years. The whole time I tried to tell Donna that he was using her. He would only work when he felt like it. He was constantly buying himself thing, like boats, computers, and pickup trucks. Then she would end up making the payments. It seemed to me she attracted men who used her, and the bad part is she let them. I think she was so afraid of being alone.

Anyway, I told Donna I would be right over, I told my wife what was going on and asked if she wanted to go. She said no, she didn't want to drag the boys over there and have them see Donna in that condition. So I went alone, figuring I would calm her down and be back in a few hours. I was wrong, when I got there Donna was frantic.

She was crying, throwing thing around and cussing using words that made an old Marine like me blush. I said before that growing up Donna and I fought like cats and dogs, but like a normal brother, I never let anyone else mess with my sisters. I rushed over and grabbed her in my arms, to console her and to keep her from breaking anything else. She fought me for a minute or two then relaxed in my arms, putting her face in my chest and crying her heart out. I sat her on the loveseat and went to the bar and poured her a good measure of brandy in a glass to help get her self together. She took the brandy from me and gulped it all down and held out the glass for more, I guess I should not have done it but I got her another. When she took this one from me she sipped it slowly.

She had quit crying but was still upset to say the least. She couldn't understand what she had done to cause this to happen. Donna kept asking me what was wrong with her. Was she not pretty enough? Was she mean and bitchy? Was she not good enough in bed? I couldn't answer all her questions, being her brother I had never went to bed with her. I did tell her that she was not only pretty but she was beautiful. That she was not mean and bitchy but too good to her men. I tried to make her understand that she just attracted men that used her.

By this time she had gotten up and fixed herself another drink. This concerned me because I knew alcohol was not the answer to any problem. She asked me how I managed to stay with one person for 20 years with out these problems. I tried to tell her that my wife and I had problems to, we just didn't air them in public. That the first six years we were married I was in the Marine Corps and was over seas most of that time, while my wife and son stayed home. After that when I got out of the Marines, I took a job as a district sales manager and traveled a lot for five years, and didn't see much of my family. Now that I am home everyday, my wife and I really have to work hard to keep our marriage together. Donna was getting another drink and starting to feel the effects of the previous ones.

Donna was still feeling pretty sorry for herself and I really didn't know what to do to help her. She sat down beside me on the loveseat very close and asked me if I really meant what I said. By this time I had said a lot and had to ask what part she was talking about. Donna said the part about her being beautiful and being too good to others. I told her damn straight I meant it and to emphasize it I told her if I wasn't married and she wasn't my sister I would be chasing her myself. This seemed to make her feel better, so she took my arm and put it around her shoulders snuggled her face into my chest and asked me to just hold her. Seeing nothing wrong with this I held her tight and felt her shudder and the tension seemed to leave her.

After a while I noticed she was breathing deeply with her eyes closed I guess she went to sleep. It was really no wonder, with the stress, fatigue, and the half a fifth of brandy she had consumed. I should have got up laid her on the love seat and went home. But it was kind of nice, just sitting here holding her close just the two of us.

I looked down at Donna, asleep in my arms. That's when I noticed a button on her blouse had come open and she wasn't wearing a bra. I got a good look at her ample tits, nipples hard and pointed. I should have turned away, but I couldn't take my eyes off them. I want you to understand that in twenty years of marriage even though I was away a lot I was never unfaithful to my wife. I had never thought of my sister in a sexual way, but now she was just a beautiful woman, asleep in my arms with her tits showing.

I tried to get a hold of myself, this is my sister, but I couldn't tear my eyes away. God what kind of animal am I, I got a hard on from looking at my sister's tits. For some reason I called Donna but she didn't stir. Next I tried gently shaking her shoulder again she didn't stir. But the sight of her tits bouncing made me boiling hot.

I don't know what came over me but I had to feel those tits. I slowly moved my hand to cup one. I squeezed every so gently, I could feel the hard nipple in my palm. I don't know what I would have done if she had woke up, but luck was with me she didn't even stir. That only made me bolder, I unbuttoned another button and slid my hand inside her blouse to cup her bare tit. Again she didn't stir, but I thought I was going to cum in my pants. I don't know what make me do it but I got up gently and laid her on the loveseat, went out to my car and got my camera. Once back inside I opened Donna's blouse all the way and took pictures of those perfect tits......(cont)