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

This is a unfeigned story about my married woman 's onetime sister Debbie, who lives 200 geographical mile from us. She visits often, sometimes with her husband, sometimes not. He 's somewhat of a asshole, and she 's constantly complaining about him. Deb is very attractive, with a great soundbox and fantabulous legs, and has long, curly auburn colored hair.

Deb is the topic of most my fantasies, 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 old age, I 've managed to see just about everything she has to offer. She often allows me to see up or down her dress, acting as though she does n't realize I 'm looking.

A few calendar week ago, my fantasies were realized, when I had to foot her up in Cristoforo Colombo ( about 80 mile away from our house. ) She was on her way to chew the fat us, and her car broke down, and could n't be fixed until the next day. My wife had to work late, so that left me to construct the ride 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 married man, as usual. He had allowed her to attempt the private road from her firm 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 truck. Her dress slid up as she climbed in, and she made no effort to pull it down. I was able to see almost up to her crotch !

It was already dark when I got in and started the 1 1/2 hour parkway back rest home, and Deb started right in about her bunghole husband, and the condition of her car. I had a roughneck time keeping my eyes off of her nylon-clad second joint, as her wearing apparel was still up near her waistline.

I picked an onetime road back, rather than the superhighway, and there were few cars on it besides us. Finally, Deb quit bitching, and looked over at me. `` My infantry 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 heels. I slipped them off her feet, and took one in my hand, nearly cumming just from the feeling of her nyloned foot ! She went on talking about whatever - I was paying no attention to her. I rubbed her base for various minutes, and then started on the early one.

'' Oohhhh, Rick, that feels fabulous ! '' she purred. I was a little afraid she would feel my rock 'n' roll difficult prick with her understructure, but if she did, she did n't say anything. As I maneuvered her foundation and legs around, I was capable to see all the way up to her crotch. I could see that she had on sheer-to-waist pantyhose, and nothing underneath ! My cock had never been harder in my lifetime !

As I rubbed, she leaned back and closed her eyes. I started moving my hands up to her ankle joint, her calf, and on up until I was at her knee. The hem of her clothes was much high-pitched, 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 other infantry was very slightly moving, against the stone difficult boner that was in my pants ! We drove along for respective mile, until I was trusted that was what she was doing. Neither of us said a word, she was definitely stroking my peter with her foot !

I looked over, and saw that her center were still closed, and they were, as if she were sleeping. I slowly moved my hand up higher, onto her sexy, nylon covered thigh, and caressed her there. No opposition. I moved higher, near mid-thigh. No resistance. Higher ... .. the side of my hand was now against her privates. I moved it back and forth, and then moved it over until it cupped her sex. I stole a quick look, and saw that her eyes were half out-of-doors, half closed, as if in a dream state.

After a few min of this with no charge from her, I slid my hand up to the waist band of her pantyhose, and slipped it underneath and down, until my digit were tangled in her pubic hair. On down, and now I slid between her lips and oceanic abyss into her with my finger - it was one of the pixilated kitty I 'd ever had a finger in !

'' No pretext of being at rest now. Deb moaned loudly and squeezed her thigh tightly together, trying to increase the insistency and the friction. I fingered her for a few instant more, slipping up to her clit as often as I could. Now, both of Deb 's nylon covered feet were grinding against my cock, and I was trying desperately not to cum.

With my leave behind hand, I slid my zipper down, and pulled my dick out into the open. Her metrical unit immediately wrapped around it, and she kept sliding them against it. Somehow, I 'd managed to keep open the truck moving, and in a true line !

I saw an old farm lane, and turned off, going about a hundred yards off the road, and stopped, shutting the illumination off. I shoved Deb 's legs apart, and slid down between them. I took the keys and poked a trap in the cotton genital organ of her pantyhose, making an opening big enough for my glossa. I moved my font down to the opening, and my natural language got to her, licking the sweet succus from her pussy. Then, I sucked her clit into my oral cavity, and worked it until she screamed `` Oh, god, haystack, I 'm cumminggggg ! '' and she did, nearly breaking my cervix with her nylon-clad thighs !

After she calmed down a little, I got back up into my stern. Without a word from her, she slid down and took my dick into her mouth, sucking hard on the mind. She knew how to go down on dick, that 's for indisputable ! ! ! Her spit played at the head, and she stroked the slam with her hand
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A few seconds later, I was pumping stab after nip of hot cum in her mouth, her middle locked on mine as she kept up with every one spurt. She swallowed various times to hit sure she got it all. Then, she came up and kissed me our first real buss on the lips, her natural language with its salty taste, sliding in and out of my mouth.

Afterwards, she sat close to me the rest of the way, my hand on her pantyhose tog thigh, her kissing on me most of the way. We got to the sign of the zodiac before my wife got habitation, which was good. In the livelihood room, Deb went to her articulatio genus and sucked me off again, swallowing my second shipment of the night. Somehow, my wife never caught on, and we made it through the weekend with no problem. I 've not been able to try anything else with Deb yet, but our electronic mail to each early appearance quite a little of promise ! !

Ch. 2

A month or so after my wife 's one-time sister Debbie 's sojourn to our house, we made the trip to her sign for a weekend visit. When she was down, and I mean really down, she 'd fulfilled my greatest illusion - she 'd imbibe my dick in the truck on the way back to my house.

Since then, our net message to each other have taken quite a new turn - all we 've talked about since then is sex. Debbie has assured me that she wants to retain our relationship, but she also warned me that she wo n't fuck me. She simply ca n't do that to her Sister !

okeh, I told her I can hold up with that, but I also warned her that I would uphold to try. On this particular weekend, our plans were to go out Friday nighttime, and sleep in Saturday. Then, a stumble to the Rock and Roll dormitory 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 sight to behold - inadequate black garb, sheer, dark nylons and the same strappy cad she 'd wear down the Nox in the truck. instant hard on !

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

My wife also dressed to stamp out. It was obvious that she was planning on getting some military action that nighttime. She wore sheer stockings, a lacy garter knock, thong, spiked heels and a brief apparel. She knew how to get to me after ten years of marriage !

Both women looked great as we headed to a nice place for dinner. Debbie took every opportunity to designate 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, Debbie drove me crazy under the tabular array, her nylon covered foot drawing pictures on my naked shin below my pant leg.

Then, she played with her drinking straw, pushing it in and out of her lip ! I was rock hard as we left the eatery and headed for the night club. I drove, and Debbie sat behind me. Somehow, she got her shoe off, putting her metrical unit was between the door and my butt. I caressed the nylon sheathed prize all the way to the club.

When I opened her door and she got out, my wife and her husband were on the early side of the car. She showed me everything, letting the hem of her wearing apparel ride all the way up. Sheer-to-waist nylons, no panties underneath, neatly trimmed bush. I was ruined for the night !

My wife was hell-bent on keeping my attention, and making sure I was up for her at night 's end. She continually played up to me, placing my helping hand on her nylon covered thigh, ( high up ), kissing me, etc. I could tell Deb was not print ! I knew that if I wanted any fun with Debbie, I 'd receive to ply the wife with alcoholic beverage, because it usually puts her out like a light. I also noticed that Debbie 's hubby was drinking More than usual.

I got one chance to dance with Debbie when my wife went to the Girl 's way. She plastered herself against me, and we both commented on how hard I was. I assured her it was for her, and she seemed content with that. I was able to steal a few quick feels, of her breast and once, of her nylon sheathed thigh under her dress. She also reached down between us and stroked the head of my tool. How I kept from cumming right then and there, after all the tease I 'd gone through already was news to me !

binding at our mesa, and everyone said they were ready to depart. On the way home, my wife actually fell asleep ! One down ! I looked back at Debbie 's married man, and knew he was n't far behind. He 'd ingest an enormous amount of alcohol, and it was taking its toll. Debbie played the same game with her nyloned foot, just to hold on my sake up.

Once at home, both couples headed for their respective rooms. My wife fell promptly and soundly asleep. A few minute later, the sleeping room doorway opened and closed quickly, and even though I could n't see Deb, I sensed her presence. I could actually smell her ! She came over to the bed and took my hand, pulling me up. I followed her out of the room, and when we were in the dim light of the hallway, I about lost it.

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

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

I made my way to a president and sat down without dislodging her lip, which had a near death grip on my punishing member. She sucked me for several minutes, my every effort going into prolonging the pleasance. Finally, she backed off until just the principal was in her mouth, and she looked up into my optic as she started stroking the shaft of light, teasing my incision with her clapper.
That did it ! I came about a pint, with her not missing a I driblet of it. Just like the last sentence, 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 chair and went to my stifle between her nyloned thighs.

I kissed each lovely, wondrous, nylon sheathed beauty, and worked my way up until I was at her nub. I could n't trust it. Her nylons were crotchless ! I could n't severalise 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 tongue to the opening move.

Finally, I was skin to skin with the twat I 'd been dreaming about for years. I licked, sucked, played, fingered, and just experienced the wonderful essence of it, glad that I was finally capable to return the pleasure she 'd given me. I sucked her button into my mouth, 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 aloud I was surely she 'd wake up our match, but thankfully, she did n't. Her thigh damn near broke my neck, and I remember thinking, `` What a way to go ! ``

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