MY SISTER ASKED FOR MY HELP IN HER ROOM, THEN THIS ACCIDENT HAPPENED

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A month ago my sister invited me and my wife to a party she was having at her HOUSE and that was where this was happened.

DONNA my sister is about 5 years older than I am.

We were entirely two different people. She is a divorcee who has been married four times but I was happily married to one woman

She has a huge house thanks to her very rich ex-husband and she wanted to throw a costume party where people dress up like various characters. 

I had not seen my sister since her divorce and it sounded like it might be fun.

My wife had a really h0t nurse outfit that I loved and I was going as a doctor.

I knew I looked dashing in my Armani Suit with a Stethoscope hanging around my neck. 

It was hard for me to even get dressed watching and helping my wife.

Her costume was v-cut that it showed off her ch3st. I could not stop myself as I reached out to my wife.

Mr. Gbolala was already awaking and kicking. 

"Now, Now...... cool down or we are never going to get ready," my wife said with a purr.

"Come on wifey.... Please no brazzie," I begged.

"If I were to do that you could see Ma neepulls," she said with a little wicked smile. "Besides what would your sister think if I went to her party like that?"

"Yeah right, you know my sister. She will be dressed to impress and you know it," I reminded her.

"OK you win." she said.

She gave in way too easily and I realized that she had been waiting on me to ask her.

I watched as eagerly as a hungry baby as the brazzie fell.

My heart skipped a beat looking at my wife and ha neepulls. 

"Baby, you have got to be the prettiest thing I have ever seen," my hands found Ha neepulls. 

I knew Ha kponmo was awakening so I two f1nghars to the kponmo-land.

“oi”

“oi” 

"Come on my love you know we have time for..." 

Just then her phone rang.

I did not want ha to answer so I connected my maut to ha maut.

She tugged away from me and got the phone. She answered the phone in a panting breath.

As my wife talked I knew it didn't sound good. The call was from my wife's Sister Dora who was sick.

Her husband was gone on a business trip and she did not have anyone to help with her 10 month and 2 year old children.

She wanted to know if my wife could come over and help her through the night with them.

"I know you wanted me to go with you to the party," Susan said holding her hand over the phone, "But, my sister needs me and I really feel like I need to help her".

Her voice was sad, and even as she said it her mouth went into a frown.

"Go on to the party and I will make it up to you I promise," she said with another one of her w1cked smiles.

"Go help your sister," I told her attempting to look pitiful, "I will just have to go alone."

My wife embraced me for understanding and began discarding her nurse costume

The kponmo-land showed signs of the kponmo-water that flowed from it.

Ha Bon-bom were just dancing.

I wished my wife was not going. Mr. Gbolala was awake and wanted to visit the kponmo cave immediately. 

I decided to obey him and captured Ha Bobby-melon but she snapped a little, she was obviously worried.

"Ohhhh. Stop that we will have time later," she said with a small smile but I could see she was hiding her anxiety

"Come on," I pleaded, "I can't wait 'til later."

But she insisted. 

In my mind I was thinking is this how I'd attend a party and Mr. Gbolala is wide awake, standing at solid attention.

My wife knew my thoughts and said "Don't worry, since you're going to the party you can just use your...

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“...Since you wanna go to the party why not just massage Mr. Gbolala.”

“Babe, you know that I don't like that, I can't really...” 

“Yes you can... and to give you a little something to make it worthwhile, you can pump Gbolala-yogurt into Ma Bon-bom," she said with a big grin.

She sh00k ha Bon-bom at me and I responded with a smile as well. 

This only made Mr. Gbolala to stand at attention.

She changed in a flash, grabbed her keys and was out the door before I could even plead my case.

There I was; Mr. Gbolala awake and bubbling, dressed up and no date. As I glanced up at the clock, I realized that I would be late if I did not hurry

I finished dressing and headed to my sister's house.

I knew that she had lots of very beautiful friends and I was worried I would have to walk about all night with Mr. Gbolala.

I decided that since my wife would not be home 'til the next day, I would drink all I wanted and just sleep off at my sister's house.

I drove to her house trying not to think about my wife's Bon-bom and neepulls. 

The more I tried not to think about her, the more I could not help it, so I just concentrated on the drive and listened to the radio.

As I pulled into my sister's driveway I could see the house was hopping with people.

She was not in costume when she answered the door, just a plain dress but she looked great anyway.

"Hey sis... I thought this was a costume party," I said looking at hanging stethoscope.

"It is but I have a surprise. I bought the w!ldest costume you have ever seen and I am on my way to put it on now, besides good things come to those that wait." she said p3cking me on the cheek.

"I have to go and change. Go help yourself to the food and drinks," she said hurrying off to her room.

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I was not disappointed at all - there was eye candy galore. When I said my sister had hot friends, I was not kidding.

It looked like an a club. Some of the outfits were so incredibly segsy; they even made my wife's costume look tame.

One girl was dressed as Wonder Woman in a costume, I could see Ha Bobby-melons.

My favorite thing about her costume was it was that it was showing the kponmo-land.

This one was even the most covered. There were others who were dressed like pirates.

Mr. Gbolala seemed to just keep getting worse and the only solution that I could think was to drink.

I got a beer and started downing it; I knew I could pick up any of my Sister's friend in a crowd like this but I in no way wanted to cheat on my wife.

So I drank and just enjoyed the show.

The party was really going well and I was way past the point of "feeling no pain", when I saw my sister motioning for me to come over toward her room.

Just from looking in her eyes I could see that she had been doing her own share of drinking. I guessed she was almost as gone as me.

I walked to her door and asked her, "What's up sis?"

"I really need your help," she said as she motioned me to get inside her room..

Gosh, let her not discover Mr. Gbolala standing at attention.. 

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MY SISTER ASKED FOR MY HELP IN HER ROOM, THEN THIS ACCIDENT HAPPENED

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"I really need your help," she said as she motioned me to get inside her room.

"How can I help?" I asked with a bit of a slur.

"Well..." she motioned to a huge costume on her bed.

"I bought this costume and was going to wear it tonight with a friend of mine but she just called to let me know that she's sick," she said in a near panic.

"You do not even want to know what I paid for it and it takes two people to wear it," she said frowned.

It was one h0t costume.

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As I looked at it, I could see it was without a doubt made for two people.

It was a beautifully done but huge dragon costume.

I could see the basic idea was that one person went in first.

Their legs acted as the front legs of the dragon. Then that person had to lean forward to get their head into the dragon's head.

This required the first person to stay partly hunched over the whole time.

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The second person's legs also went into the front legs of the dragon.

The legs were easily large enough for two people then the second person had to stand up straight and act like the back of the dragon, creating a hump in the costume, putting their arms into holes that make the wings go up and down.

The front feet had straps to put your feet in. This way each person could lift the dragon feet in unison.

The back legs and tail were just to balance out the huge front.

"Look sis, I understand but as much as I have been drinking all that will happen is we fall on our backs" I said with a laugh, "I am sure you have someone else you can get to help you."

"Come on, please for me," my sister pouted.

She used to try that look on me when we were kids when she realized she could not bu|ly me into giving in.

"Just this one time help me out and I will never ask for another favor. Pleaseeeee," she begged.

"I am not even sure if I can walk straight. Do you have any idea how much I have had to drink?" I asked her, trying not to slur my words.

"Not as much as me," she replied. Looking at her I could see she wasn't feeling any pain either.

She gave me that sad look. Her face pleading with all the sisterly emotions and charm she could muster in her tipsy state.

I don't like it when she does that.

"OK, I will do it but if we fall it's your fault," I told her walking over to the bed to investigate the costume more closely.

"Look sis, there is no way I am going to stay hunched over like that," I told her. "If I do this I will take the back of the costume and wag the tail."

"Fair enough," she accepted as she unzipped the back of the costume.

She shocked me. She stood back up and began to r3move ha party dr3ss right in front of me.

I looked at her in shock.

"What in God's name are you doing?" I asked her.

"It's no big deal I have ma parntizz on" she told me.

"Don't be such an old man. You're a married man, it's not like you haven't seen kponmo-land or Bobby-melon."

As she became like Eve in the garden of Eden, she was left with only ha parntizz.  

"OK, it's your turn to r3move the dr3ss," she instructed me.

"What? Are you crazy? I am your brother," I said with a shake in my voice.

"You want me to join you in that costume like Adam in the garden of Eden." 

"See it's the only way. Besides I know you probably have your shorts on you."

My problem I thought was that, my sister Kponmo-land and Bon-bom are bigger than any I've seen.

I came to this party to calm Mr. Gbolala but..

“Come on, just do it. We won't waste time in the costume...”

“Okay,” I had to conceded.. Mr. Gbolala was already coming awake..

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Maybe it was from drinking too much or just not really giving a damn but I realized it was a losing argument. I had just told her I would do it and there was no way she would let me out of it now. I started undressing down to my boxers. She climbed in and put her feet through the first set of legs and then her arms. She had to hold on the wall as she leaned over to put her head in the dragons head. As she let go to put her arms in I almost fell over trying to get my legs in beside hers. I finally got all the way in and put my arms through the second set of holes to flap the wings up and down.

"How the hell do we zip this thing up?" I asked her.

"There is a string that comes through the mouth," she told me. "I can zip it up once you get all the way in."

"I am all the way in," I told her.

"NO... you have get closer to me it's a very tight fit."

I leaned forward till my cro--tch was pushed up against her a--ss. At that moment I felt the zipper being pulled up and it pushed me harder against her. We were in but I was pressed so tight against her I could feel her a--ss pressing against my co--ck.

"I don't think I can do this," I told her.

"Yes you can. Besides, I broke the string when I pulled the zipper closed, if we get out now it will ruin the costume. Come on lets give it a try," she pleaded.

I was just drunk enough to think, "What the hell?" and told her ok. Walking was just as hard as I thought it would be. We had to go very slowly to keep from falling. After a little while we got in step with each other and managed to say upright. It was fun in a way; though I could not see anything at all. There was almost no light from the back but a tiny bit drifting down from the head my sister was wearing.

She would reach out and hug her friends and I would flap the big wings popping them in peoples' faces, a--sses or whatever was in the way. The effect the teasing and the walking with my cro--tch pressed tightly against her a--ss was having on me caused my co--ck to twitch and grow. "No!" I thought to myself sternly, "I can not get a har--d on with my co--ck pressed against my sisters a--ss."

I tried to think of everything gross and disgusting in an effort to keep my co--ck from raising its head but between the teasing sexy voices I heard and my sister's a--ss going up and down as she walked, my co--ck rose and there way no  way I could stop it.