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

This is a true up narrative about my wife 's honest-to-goodness sister Debbie, who lives 200 miles from us. She visits often, sometimes with her husband, sometimes not. He 's somewhat of a bastard, and she 's constantly complaining about him. Deb is very attractive, with a great dead body and fantabulous legs, and has long, curly auburn colored hair.

Deb is the guinea pig of nearly my phantasy, and I 've often jerked off thinking about what I 'd care to do with her. I 'm sure she knows it, too, because she 's constantly teasing me. Over the geezerhood, I 've managed to see just about everything she has to offer. She often allows me to see up or down her frock, acting as though she does n't realize I 'm looking.

A few weeks ago, my phantasy were realized, when I had to pick her up in Cristobal Colon ( about 80 mi away from our star sign. ) She was on her way to chaffer us, and her car broke down, and could n't be fixed until the next day. My married woman had to work late, so that left me to progress to the parkway by myself.

Once there, I noticed that : 1. She looked fabulous, in a scant attire, sheer rayons and 3 '' heels, and, 2. She was pissed off at her hubby, as usual. He had allowed her to essay the parkway from her planetary house to ours in a car that simply was n't rubber. I put her bag in the rachis of my pick-up, and then helped her up into my truck. Her dress slid up as she climbed in, and she made no attack to commit 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 hr drive back rest home, and Deb started right in about her asshole hubby, and the condition of her car. I had a knotty time keeping my center off of her nylon-clad thigh, as her apparel was still up near her waist.

I picked an older route back, rather than the pike, and there were few cars on it besides us. Finally, Deb quit bitching, and looked over at me. `` My metrical foot 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 foundation 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 touching of her nyloned foot ! She went on talking about whatever - I was paying no care to her. I rubbed her metrical unit for several minutes, and then started on the other one.

'' Oohhhh, Rick, that feels fabulous ! '' she purred. I was a slight afraid she would feel my rock hard dick with her metrical foot, but if she did, she did n't say anything. As I maneuvered her feet and legs around, I was able 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 life !

As I rubbed, she leaned back and closed her eyes. I started moving my hired hand up to her mortise joint, her calfskin, and on up until I was at her knee. The hem of her dress was much gamy, and when I spread her knees, when we were under a street sparkle, I could see it all through the sheer nylon of her pantyhose !

Then, I noticed that her other foot was very slightly moving, against the rock hard boner that was in my pants ! We drove along for several naut mi, until I was sure enough that was what she was doing. Neither of us said a word, she was definitely stroking my shaft with her understructure !

I looked over, and saw that her eyes were still closed, and they were, as if she were sleeping. I slowly moved my bridge player up high, onto her sexy, nylon covered second joint, and caressed her there. No resistance. I moved higher, near mid-thigh. No electric resistance. high-pitched ... .. 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 ready look, and saw that her eyes were half surface, half closed, as if in a ambition country.

After a few minutes of this with no complaint from her, I slid my hand up to the shank band of her pantyhose, and slipped it underneath and down, until my digit were tangled in her pubic whisker. On down, and now I slid between her lips and bass into her with my fingerbreadth - it was one of the blind drunk puss I 'd ever had a finger's breadth in !

'' No pretense of being asleep now. Deb moaned loudly and squeezed her thigh tightly together, trying to increase the pressure sensation and the friction. I fingered her for a few minute more, slipping up to her button as often as I could. Now, both of Deb 's nylon covered metrical unit were grinding against my cock, and I was trying desperately not to cum.

With my left over hand, I slid my zip down, and pulled my shaft out into the open. Her feet immediately wrapped around it, and she kept sliding them against it. Somehow, I 'd managed to keep the motortruck moving, and in a flat line !

I saw an old farm lane, and turned off, going about a hundred grand off the road, and stopped, shutting the Christ Within off. I shoved Deb 's wooden leg apart, and slid down between them. I took the tonality and poked a gob in the cotton wool crotch of her pantyhose, making an opening big enough for my knife. I moved my face down to the opening, and my tongue got to her, licking the sweet juice from her snatch. Then, I sucked her clit into my back talk, and worked it until she screamed `` Oh, god, Rick, I 'm cumminggggg ! '' and she did, nearly breaking my neck with her nylon-clad thigh !

After she calmed down a little, I got back up into my seat. Without a watchword from her, she slid down and took my cock into her mouth, sucking hard on the head. She knew how to suck tool, that 's for surely ! ! ! Her lingua played at the head, and she stroked the dick with her paw
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A few second gear later, I was pumping guesswork after guessing of hot cum in her mouth, her centre locked on mine as she kept up with every one spirt. She swallowed various clock time to stimulate for sure she got it all. Then, she came up and kissed me our initiative real kiss on the lips, her tongue 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 clad thigh, her kissing on me to the highest degree of the way. We got to the house before my wife got home, which was unspoiled. In the living room, Deb went to her articulatio genus and sucked me off again, swallowing my second encumbrance of the Night. Somehow, my married woman never caught on, and we made it through the weekend with no job. I 've not been able to try anything else with Deb yet, but our email to each other show scads of promise ! !

Ch. 2

A month or so after my married woman 's onetime sis Debbie 's visit to our mansion, we made the trip to her sign for a weekend visit. When she was down, and I mean really down, she 'd live up to my greatest fantasy - she 'd sucked my dick in the hand truck on the way back to my house.

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

Okay, I told her I can live with that, but I also warned her that I would continue to try. On this especial weekend, our plans were to go out Friday dark, and sleep in Saturday. Then, a trip to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame 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 - short black dress, sheer, dark silk stocking and the Same strappy heels she 'd put on the Night in the motortruck. Instant hard on !

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

My married woman also dressed to vote out. It was obvious that she was planning on getting some activity that night. She wore sheer stockings, a lacy garter bang, thong, spiked heels and a brief dress. She knew how to get to me after ten years of wedding !

Both women looked great as we headed to a nice place for dinner. Debbie took every opportunity to evince herself off to me, getting out of the car, sitting down at the tabular array, etc. Her husband was forgetful to it all. During dinner, Debbie drove me crazy under the table, her nylon covered infantry drawing photograph on my bare shin below my pants leg.

Then, she played with her straw, pushing it in and out of her mouth ! I was rock hard as we left the eating house and headed for the Nox society. I drove, and Debbie sat behind me. Somehow, she got her horseshoe off, putting her foundation was between the door and my fanny. I caressed the nylon sheathed prize all the way to the club.

When I opened her room access and she got out, my wife and her husband were on the other side of the car. She showed me everything, letting the hem of her clothes drive all the way up. Sheer-to-waist silk stocking, no scanty underneath, neatly trimmed bush. I was ruined for the Night !

My wife was hell-bent on keeping my tending, and making certainly I was up for her at Nox 's end. She continually played up to me, placing my hand on her nylon covered thigh, ( high up ), kissing me, etc. I could say Deb was not impressed ! I knew that if I wanted any fun with Debbie, I 'd cause to ply the wife with alcohol, because it usually puts her out like a brightness. I also noticed that Debbie 's husband was drinking more than usual.

I got one chance to trip the light fantastic toe with Debbie when my wife went to the miss 's 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 mental object with that. I was able to slip a few quick feels, of her pap and once, of her nylon sheathed thigh under her dress. She also reached down between us and stroked the read/write head of my dick. How I kept from cumming proper then and there, after all the comb-out I 'd gone through already was news to me !

Back at our board, and everyone said they were ready to pass on. On the way plate, my wife actually fell asleep ! One down ! I looked back at Debbie 's hubby, and knew he was n't far behind. He 'd down an tremendous sum of money of alcohol, and it was taking its toll. Debbie played the same secret plan with her nyloned pes, just to keep my stake up.

Once at menage, both couples headed for their respective way. My married woman fell promptly and soundly asleep. A few minutes later, the bedroom door 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 script, pulling me up. I followed her out of the room, and when we were in the dim visible radiation of the hallway, I about lost it.

Sheer pantyhose, high school cad, nothing else. Nothing. I followed that cute, nylon-clad ass down the student residence to the early guest way, which we entered and closed the room access.

Deb assured me that her married man was just as dead to the world as my wife was, and then slid into my munition, kissing me passionately. She grabbed my boxershorts and slide them down, going to her knees as she did. Finally, my cock was sliding in and out of her moist, hot mouth - a feeling I 'd been longing for, for the last calendar month.

I made my way to a chair and sat down without dislodging her mouth, which had a near death grip on my severe member. She sucked me for several instant, my every effort going into prolonging the delight. Finally, she backed off until just the head was in her mouth, and she looked up into my centre as she started stroking the shaft, teasing my incision with her tongue.
That did it ! I came about a pint, with her not missing a single drop of it. Just like the shoemaker's last time, she swallowed it all. She then licked me until I was mild, and came up to sit on my lap. We kissed for a few instant, and then I sat her in the electric chair and went to my knees between her nyloned thighs.

I kissed each lovely, wonderful, nylon sheathed beauty, and worked my way up until I was at her core. I could n't believe 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 tongue to the gap.

Finally, I was skin to skin with the pussy 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 able-bodied to return the delight she 'd given me. I sucked her clit into my mouth, and she started cumming almost immediately, working her nylon clad thighs around my head. She rubbed my headland with both hand as I sucked her, moaning so garish I was trusted she 'd wake our mates, but thankfully, she did n't. Her second joint damn near broke my cervix, and I remember thinking, `` What a way to go ! ``

Afterward, we sat and talked like that for quite some prison term, both of us saying that we did n't require to leave behind the marriage we were in, or harm our mates - especially her baby. We agreed to continue playing around whenever we got the hazard, but she reaffirmed that she would not let me fuck her ! We 'll see ...