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

This is a true story about my wife 's older sister Debbie, who lives 200 mil from us. She visits often, sometimes with her married man, 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 area of most my fantasies, and I 've often jerked off thinking about what I 'd care to do with her. I 'm sure enough she knows it, too, because she 's constantly teasing me. Over the yr, I 've managed to see just about everything she has to offer up. She often allows me to see up or down her dress, acting as though she does n't make I 'm looking.

A few hebdomad ago, my fantasies were realized, when I had to pick her up in Cristobal Colon ( about 80 statute mile away from our house. ) She was on her way to confab us, and her car broke down, and could n't be fixed until the side by side day. My married woman had to work late, so that left me to make the crusade by myself.

Once there, I noticed that : 1. She looked fabulous, in a short dress, sheer rayon stocking and 3 '' heels, and, 2. She was pissed off at her married man, as common. He had allowed her to essay the drive from her house to ours in a car that simply was n't safe. I put her bag in the cover of my pick-up, and then helped her up into my hand truck. Her dress slid up as she climbed in, and she made no endeavor to pull it down. I was able-bodied to see almost up to her private parts !

It was already dark when I got in and started the 1 1/2 hour driving force back home, and Deb started right in about her arse husband, and the precondition of her car. I had a tough time keeping my optic off of her nylon-clad thighs, as her apparel was still up near her waistline.

I picked an older road back, rather than the motorway, 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 infantry in my lap, still in her sexy luxuriously heels. I slipped them off her feet, and took one in my deal, nearly cumming just from the touch of her nyloned foot ! She went on talking about whatever - I was paying no attention to her. I rubbed her foot for several minutes, and then started on the other one.

'' Oohhhh, kink, that feels mythic ! '' she purred. I was a trivial afraid she would finger my John Rock hard dick with her human foot, but if she did, she did n't say anything. As I maneuvered her invertebrate foot and leg 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 putz had never been harder in my life !

As I rubbed, she leaned back and closed her eyes. I started moving my helping hand up to her ankle, her calf, and on up until I was at her genu. The hem of her dress was much gamey, and when I spread her knees, when we were under a street luminousness, I could see it all through the sheer nylon of her pantyhose !

Then, I noticed that her other metrical unit was very slightly moving, against the rock hard flub that was in my bloomers ! We drove along for various international nautical mile, until I was surely that was what she was doing. Neither of us said a word, she was definitely stroking my hammer with her base !

I looked over, and saw that her eyes were still closed, and they were, as if she were sleeping. I slowly moved my manus up higher, onto her sexy, nylon covered thigh, and caressed her there. No electric resistance. I moved higher, near mid-thigh. No resistor. Higher ... .. the slope of my hand was now against her fork. 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 open, one-half closed, as if in a dream state.

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

'' No pretending of being asleep now. Deb moaned loudly and squeezed her second joint tightly together, trying to increase the force per unit area and the friction. I fingered her for a few minutes more, slipping up to her button as often as I could. Now, both of Deb 's nylon covered infantry were grinding against my cock, and I was trying desperately not to cum.

With my remaining hand, I slid my zipper down, and pulled my shaft out into the capable. Her infantry immediately wrapped around it, and she kept sliding them against it. Somehow, I 'd managed to keep the truck moving, and in a consecutive subscriber line !

I saw an old farm lane, and turned off, going about a hundred yards off the road, and stopped, shutting the lights off. I shoved Deb 's ramification apart, and slid down between them. I took the tonality and poked a kettle of fish in the cotton crotch of her pantyhose, making an opening big enough for my knife. I moved my face down to the possible action, and my tongue got to her, licking the sweet juice from her twat. Then, I sucked her clitoris into my rima oris, and worked it until she screamed `` Oh, god, Rick, I 'm cumminggggg ! '' and she did, nearly breaking my cervix with her nylon-clad second joint !

After she calmed down a piffling, I got back up into my hind end. Without a word from her, she slid down and took my stopcock into her mouth, sucking hard on the head. She knew how to blow dick, that 's for sure ! ! ! Her tongue played at the pass, and she stroked the shaft with her hand
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A few seconds later, I was pumping crack after crack of hot cum in her mouth, her eyes locked on mine as she kept up with every one spurt. She swallowed several times to make sure she got it all. Then, she came up and kissed me our beginning literal kiss on the sassing, her tongue with its salty gustation, sliding in and out of my mouth.

Afterwards, she sat close to me the rest of the way, my hand on her pantyhose adorn thigh, her kissing on me nearly of the way. We got to the house before my wife got menage, which was good. In the living room, Deb went to her knee joint and sucked me off again, swallowing my second gear load of the Nox. 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 email to each former show lots of hope ! !

Ch. 2

A calendar month or so after my married woman 's older babe Debbie 's visit to our house, we made the trip to her family for a weekend sojourn. When she was down, and I mean really down, she 'd satisfy my slap-up fantasy - she 'd sucked my cock in the motortruck on the way back to my house.

Since then, our Internet subject matter 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 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 !

OK, 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 Fri Night, and sleep in Saturday. Then, a trip to the Rock and Roll lobby of renown was planned for Saturday good afternoon and even.

We got in at about 5:30 PM, and they were set up to go out. Deb was a sight to behold - short black dress, sheer, disconsolate nylons and the Lapplander strappy hound she 'd bust the dark in the truck. second 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 - hold back it in the family ! '' I jokingly answered back. `` You wish ! '' was my wife 's last remark before we went to our elbow room to change.

My married woman also dressed to kill. It was obvious that she was planning on getting some action that night. She wore sheer stockings, a lacy garter belt, thong, spiked bounder and a brief wearing apparel. She knew how to get to me after ten years of marriage ceremony !

Both char 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 mesa, etc. Her hubby was forgetful to it all. During dinner, Debbie drove me crazy under the table, her nylon covered foot drawing image on my au naturel shin below my pant leg.

Then, she played with her shuck, pushing it in and out of her mouth ! 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 substructure was between the room access and my seat. I caressed the nylon sheathed prize all the way to the ball club.

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

My married woman was hell-bent on keeping my attention, and making sure I was up for her at dark '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 impressed ! I knew that if I wanted any fun with Debbie, I 'd have to ply the married woman with alcohol, because it usually puts her out like a Inner Light. I also noticed that Debbie 's hubby was drinking More than usual.

I got one opportunity 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 content with that. I was able to steal a few quick flavor, of her pap and once, of her nylon sheathed thigh under her dress. She also reached down between us and stroked the head of my dick. How I kept from cumming right then and there, after all the teasing I 'd gone through already was news to me !

rear at our table, and everyone said they were ready to allow for. On the way domicile, 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 consumed an enormous amount of alcohol, and it was taking its toll. Debbie played the same secret plan with her nyloned foot, just to keep my interest up.

Once at home, both match headed for their respective suite. My wife fell promptly and soundly asleep. A few transactions later, the bedroom threshold opened and closed quickly, and even though I could n't see Deb, I sensed her front. 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 gear blackguard, zippo else. Nothing. I followed that cute, nylon-clad ass down the hall to the early guest way, which we entered and closed the door.

Deb assured me that her married man was just as perfectly to the earthly concern as my wife was, and then slid into my coat of arms, kissing me passionately. She grabbed my drawers and slid them down, going to her human knee as she did. Finally, my cock was sliding in and out of her moist, hot mouth - a belief I 'd been longing for, for the last month.

I made my way to a chair and sat down without dislodging her mouthpiece, which had a near death hairgrip on my hard member. She sucked me for several minutes, my every sweat going into prolonging the pleasure. Finally, she backed off until just the point was in her mouth, and she looked up into my eyes as she started stroking the shaft, teasing my pussy with her tongue.
That did it ! I came about a pint, with her not missing a unity drop of it. Just like the last prison term, she swallowed it all. She then licked me until I was sonant, and came up to sit on my lap. We kissed for a few mo, and then I sat her in the chair and went to my knees between her nyloned second joint.

I kissed each lovely, wonderful, nylon sheathed lulu, and worked my way up until I was at her core. I could n't consider it. Her silk stocking 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 orifice.

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 howling essence of it, glad that I was finally able to return the delight she 'd given me. I sucked her clitoris into my mouth, and she started cumming almost immediately, working her nylon clad thighs around my head. She rubbed my head with both helping hand as I sucked her, moaning so loud I was sure she 'd wake up our mates, but thankfully, she did n't. Her thighs 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 need to allow for the marriage ceremony we were in, or harm our mates - especially her babe. We agreed to cover playing around whenever we got the chance, but she reaffirmed that she would not let me fuck her ! We 'll see ...