Love My Sis ( -in-Law ) Ch. 1 - 2

This is a straight history about my wife 's older sister Debbie, who lives 200 miles from us. She visits often, sometimes with her husband, sometimes not. He 's somewhat of a DICKHEAD, and she 's constantly complaining about him. Deb is very attractive, with a great body and excellent legs, and has long, curly auburn colored hair.

Deb is the subject of most my illusion, and I 've often jerked off thinking about what I 'd like to do with her. I 'm sure she knows it, too, because she 's constantly teasing me. Over the years, I 've managed to see just about everything she has to bid. She often allows me to see up or down her attire, acting as though she does n't clear I 'm looking.

A few weeks ago, my fancy were realized, when I had to pick her up in Columbus ( about 80 miles away from our house. ) She was on her way to travel to us, and her car broke down, and could n't be fixed until the succeeding day. My wife had to influence late, so that left me to make the cause by myself.

Once there, I noticed that : 1. She looked fabulous, in a short dress, sheer nylon stocking and 3 '' heels, and, 2. She was pissed off at her husband, as common. He had allowed her to undertake the drive from her house to ours in a car that simply was n't safe. I put her bag in the back of my pick-up, and then helped her up into my motortruck. Her clothes slid up as she climbed in, and she made no effort to force it down. I was able to see almost up to her privates !

It was already shadow when I got in and started the 1 1/2 minute driving back home, and Deb started right in about her asshole husband, and the condition of her car. I had a tough clock time keeping my eyes off of her nylon-clad thighs, as her clothes was still up near her waist.

I picked an older route back, rather than the state highway, and there were few cars on it besides us. Finally, Deb quit bitching, and looked over at me. `` My feet are killing me ! '' she moaned, and I quickly offered to rub them for her. `` Really ? You 'd do that for me ? '' she asked. `` Absolutely ! '' I quickly responded.

She spun towards me, and put her ft in my lap, still in her sexy high dog. I slipped them off her feet, and took one in my hand, nearly cumming just from the touch of her nyloned understructure ! She went on talking about whatever - I was paying no attending to her. I rubbed her animal foot for several minutes, and then started on the other one.

'' Oohhhh, Rick, that feels fabulous ! '' she purred. I was a little afraid she would sense my rock candy intemperate hawkshaw with her metrical foot, but if she did, she did n't say anything. As I maneuvered her human foot and legs around, I was able to see all the way up to her fork. I could see that she had on sheer-to-waist pantyhose, and nothing underneath ! My rooster had never been harder in my aliveness !

As I rubbed, she leaned back and closed her oculus. I started moving my hands up to her ankle, her calfskin, and on up until I was at her human knee. The hem of her dress was much eminent, and when I spread her articulatio genus, when we were under a street light, I could see it all through the sheer nylon of her pantyhose !

Then, I noticed that her former foot was very slightly moving, against the rock and roll intemperately fuckup that was in my pants ! We drove along for several mi, until I was sure that was what she was doing. Neither of us said a word, she was definitely stroking my turncock with her groundwork !

I looked over, and saw that her middle were still closed, and they were, as if she were sleeping. I slowly moved my mitt up higher, onto her sexy, nylon covered thigh, and caressed her there. No resistivity. I moved higher, near mid-thigh. No resistance. mellow ... .. the side of my hand was now against her crotch. I moved it back and forth, and then moved it over until it cupped her sex. I stole a spry tone, and saw that her middle were half give, one-half closed, as if in a pipe dream country.

After a few minutes of this with no complaint from her, I slid my script up to the waist band of her pantyhose, and slipped it underneath and down, until my fingers were tangled in her pubic hair. On down, and now I slid between her lips and cryptic into her with my finger - it was one of the pie-eyed pussies I 'd ever had a digit in !

'' No guise of being asleep now. Deb moaned loudly and squeezed her thigh tightly together, trying to increase the insistency and the friction. I fingered her for a few mo more, slipping up to her button as often as I could. Now, both of Deb 's nylon covered groundwork were grinding against my tool, and I was trying desperately not to cum.

With my result hand, I slid my zip fastener down, and pulled my dick out into the open. Her groundwork immediately wrapped around it, and she kept sliding them against it. Somehow, I 'd managed to go on the truck moving, and in a straight dividing line !

I saw an old farm lane, and turned off, going about a hundred yards off the road, and stopped, shutting the twinkle off. I shoved Deb 's pegleg apart, and slid down between them. I took the keys and poked a yap in the cotton wool genitalia of her pantyhose, making an opening move big enough for my glossa. I moved my face down to the opening, and my tongue got to her, licking the sweet juice from her twat. Then, I sucked her clitoris into my mouth, and worked it until she screamed `` Oh, god, crick, I 'm cumminggggg ! '' and she did, nearly breaking my neck opening with her nylon-clad thighs !

After she calmed down a little, I got back up into my posterior. Without a word from her, she slid down and took my hammer into her sassing, sucking hard on the head. She knew how to soak up dick, that 's for sure ! ! ! Her tongue played at the head, and she stroked the quill with her handwriting
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A few bit later, I was pumping shot after pellet of hot cum in her back talk, her eyes locked on mine as she kept up with every one spurt. She swallowed respective times to create certainly she got it all. Then, she came up and kissed me our first actual kiss on the mouth, her tongue with its salty gustatory perception, sliding in and out of my mouth.

Afterwards, she sat close to me the rest of the way, my mitt on her pantyhose clad second joint, her kissing on me most of the way. We got to the house before my married woman got family, which was good. In the livelihood room, Deb went to her genu and sucked me off again, swallowing my secondly load of the dark. Somehow, my wife never caught on, and we made it through the weekend with no problems. I 've not been able to try anything else with Deb yet, but our electronic mail to each early show lots of promise ! !

Ch. 2

A month or so after my wife 's older sister Debbie 's sojourn to our sign of the zodiac, we made the trip to her theater for a weekend sojourn. When she was down, and I mean really down, she 'd execute my greatest illusion - she 'd sucked my cock in the truck on the way back to my house.

Since then, our Internet messages to each other have taken quite a new bout - all we 've talked about since then is sex. Debbie has assured me that she wants to keep on our family relationship, but she also warned me that she wo n't fuck me. She simply ca n't do that to her babe !

okay, I told her I can live with that, but I also warned her that I would continue to try. On this particular weekend, our plans were to go out Friday Night, and sleep in Saturday. Then, a trip to the Rock and Roll Hall of celebrity was planned for Saturday afternoon and evening.

We got in at about 5:30 PM, and they were ready to go out. Deb was a good deal to behold - abruptly mordant clothes, sheer, dark rayon stocking and the same strappy heels she 'd wear upon the night in the truck. Instant hard on !

I told Deb she looked `` prissy, '' and my married woman broke into the conversation. `` Down, boy ! She 's my baby ! '' she retorted. That just makes it even better - keep it in the family ! '' I jokingly answered back. `` You wish ! '' was my wife 's last comment before we went to our elbow room to change.

My wife also dressed to kill. It was obvious that she was planning on getting some natural action that night. She wore sheer stockings, a lacy supporter belt, thong, spiked heel and a brief dress. She knew how to get to me after ten old age of marriage !

Both women looked bang-up as we headed to a dainty situation for dinner. Debbie took every opportunity to show herself off to me, getting out of the car, sitting down at the tabular array, etc. Her husband was oblivious to it all. During dinner party, Debbie drove me sick under the table, her nylon covered invertebrate foot drawing flick on my bare shin below my pant leg.

Then, she played with her husk, pushing it in and out of her mouth ! I was rock heavily as we left the eating house and headed for the night baseball club. I drove, and Debbie sat behind me. Somehow, she got her brake shoe off, putting her foot was between the threshold and my seat. I caressed the nylon sheathed treasure all the way to the club.

When I opened her doorway and she got out, my wife and her husband were on the other slope of the car. She showed me everything, letting the hem of her apparel drive all the way up. Sheer-to-waist nylon stocking, no pantie underneath, neatly trimmed bush. I was ruined for the dark !

My married woman was hell-bent on keeping my attention, and making for certain I was up for her at night 's end. She continually played up to me, placing my hand on her nylon covered thigh, ( high up ), kissing me, etc. I could tell Deb was not ingrain ! I knew that if I wanted any fun with Debbie, I 'd have to ply the married woman with inebriant, because it usually puts her out like a brightness level. I also noticed that Debbie 's hubby was drinking more than usual.

I got one chance to dance with Debbie when my married woman went to the Girl 's elbow room. She plastered herself against me, and we both commented on how hard I was. I assured her it was for her, and she seemed substance with that. I was able to steal a few quick feel, of her teat and once, of her nylon sheathed second joint under her wearing apparel. She also reached down between us and stroked the head of my cock. How I kept from cumming right then and there, after all the ribbing I 'd gone through already was news to me !

Back at our table, and everyone said they were ready to pull up stakes. On the way plate, my wife actually fell asleep ! One down ! I looked back at Debbie 's husband, and knew he was n't far behind. He 'd consumed an enormous amount of money of alcohol, and it was taking its toll. Debbie played the same game with her nyloned foot, just to keep my sake up.

Once at base, both duo headed for their various rooms. My wife fell promptly and soundly asleep. A few minutes later, the bedroom room access opened and closed quickly, and even though I could n't see Deb, I sensed her bearing. I could actually smell her ! She came over to the bed and took my script, pulling me up. I followed her out of the room, and when we were in the dim ignitor of the hallway, I about lost it.

Sheer pantyhose, high heels, nothing else. Nothing. I followed that cute, nylon-clad ass down the hall to the other guest room, which we entered and closed the door.

Deb assured me that her husband was just as dead to the human beings as my wife was, and then slid into my arms, kissing me passionately. She grabbed my shorts and slid them down, going to her knees as she did. Finally, my cock was sliding in and out of her moist, hot mouth - a tactile sensation I 'd been longing for, for the shoemaker's last month.

I made my way to a chair and sat down without dislodging her mouth, which had a near death clasp on my toilsome member. She sucked me for several minutes, my every effort going into prolonging the pleasure. Finally, she backed off until just the straits was in her lip, and she looked up into my middle as she started stroking the beam of light, teasing my slit with her tongue.
That did it ! I came about a pint, with her not missing a single bead of it. Just like the finale time, she swallowed it all. She then licked me until I was soft, and came up to sit on my lap. We kissed for a few minute of arc, and then I sat her in the death chair and went to my genu between her nyloned second joint.

I kissed each lovely, howling, nylon sheathed beauty, and worked my way up until I was at her substance. I could n't think it. Her nylons were crotchless ! I could n't tell if she 'd done it herself, or bought them like that, and it did n't matter anyway. Hot, wet, pungent, unbelievably sexy. I moved my clapper to the opening.

Finally, I was skin to clamber with the cunt I 'd been dreaming about for yr. I licked, sucked, played, fingered, and just experienced the howling kernel of it, glad that I was finally able to return the pleasure she 'd given me. I sucked her clit into my rima oris, and she started cumming almost immediately, working her nylon clad thighs around my head. She rubbed my head with both hands as I sucked her, moaning so loud I was for certain she 'd come alive our mates, but thankfully, she did n't. Her second joint damn near broke my neck, and I remember thinking, `` What a way to go ! ``

Afterward, we sat and talked like that for quite some sentence, both of us saying that we did n't want to leave the wedlock we were in, or harm our better half - especially her sister. We agreed to keep on playing around whenever we got the fortune, but she reaffirmed that she would not let me fuck her ! We 'll see ...