The true story of how I fucked my sister

The true story of how I fucked my sister, It started out innocently enough, my sister had just turned 18 and now here she was graduating high school. We had always been extremely close, when one of us was in trouble we were typically both in trouble. Some people mostly our friends and family used the term inseparable. Or at least until I decided to run off and join the army.

I did that a couple years before I was medically discharged with 100% disability. To make a long story short, I took a bunch of shrapnel to my right leg while on patrol in Iraq from an IED. I not going to lie, it fucking sucked. Everyone gives Army doctors a bad rep, but they save my leg and I can walk. Albeit, I’m not running no marathons, but at least I can still get around now. No one actually thought I was going to be able to use it, so I’m grateful for that.

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The thing about deployments is when you are out there down range there is literally nothing to spend money on so by the time everything was said and done, I was back in county with a significant amount of money in the bank and collecting a sizeable amount of money every month. I moved to southern California and I did the smart thing, I started investing in real estate. Basically, I went from being in good shape financially to fucking loaded at the very young age of 22. My whole family has been doing things like this and investing, so I wasn’t exactly new to it I had been around it most of my life.

I was hanging out my kid sister who had just graduated high school and I asked her she wanted to come out and hang out in Cali with me and see sunny So Cal. I told her she was in for shock if she tried to compare it to our parent’s home in the Midwest. So, I went back home to So Cal and did what I always do, I went to work.

It was several months later when she called me and asked me if she could come out before her freshman year of college started, I guess her and her boyfriend were having some issues. Of course I said sure so, I bought her a plane ticket. About a week later, she finally arrives.

However, the night she arrives I had been planning a get together at my home in the Hills of Parker Canyon just north of Santa Monica for some friends, clients, developers, and other investment gurus types. It was kind of a big deal.

(This is how it happened)

She came in I showed her to her room so she could put her stuff down and relax, I told her what was going on and she genuinely seemed pretty cool with it. That evening people started showing up and I mean a LOT of people. The size of this event surprised me, honestly I wasn’t expecting that many people and I had to scramble to get additional catering. It was stupid huge, do you realize how hard it is to find decent additional food and beverages for an event at 9-10 pm at night?!!

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