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

This is a avowedly story about my wife 's older sister Debbie, who lives 200 miles from us. She visits often, sometimes with her hubby, sometimes not. He 's somewhat of a prick, and she 's constantly complaining about him. Deb is very attractive, with a great body and excellent peg, 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 enough she knows it, too, because she 's constantly teasing me. Over the years, I 've managed to see just about everything she has to extend. She often allows me to see up or down her garb, acting as though she does n't realize I 'm looking.

A few weeks ago, my fantasies were realized, when I had to pick her up in Columbus ( about 80 land mile away from our star sign. ) She was on her way to visit 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 constitute the drive by myself.

Once there, I noticed that : 1. She looked fabulous, in a short apparel, sheer nylon and 3 '' heels, and, 2. She was pissed off at her husband, as usual. He had allowed her to undertake the campaign from her house to ours in a car that simply was n't good. I put her bag in the spine 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 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 driving back home, and Deb started right in about her asshole husband, and the shape of her car. I had a hood meter keeping my eyes off of her nylon-clad second joint, as her wearing apparel was still up near her waist.

I picked an honest-to-goodness road back, rather than the throughway, and there were few automobile 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 feet 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 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, hayrick, that feels fabulous ! '' she purred. I was a little afraid she would finger my rock operose dick with her fundament, but if she did, she did n't say anything. As I maneuvered her feet and stage around, I was capable to see all the way up to her fork. I could see that she had on sheer-to-waist pantyhose, and nothing underneath ! My pecker had never been harder in my life !

As I rubbed, she leaned back and closed her heart. I started moving my hands up to her mortise joint, her calf, and on up until I was at her knee. The hem of her wearing apparel was much mellow, and when I spread her knee, 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 severely blunder that was in my drawers ! We drove along for several miles, until I was sure as shooting that was what she was doing. Neither of us said a Good Book, she was definitely stroking my cock with her foot !

I looked over, and saw that her eye 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 resistance. I moved higher, near mid-thigh. No resistance. Higher ... .. the English of my hand was now against her crotch. I moved it back and Forth River, and then moved it over until it cupped her sex. I stole a flying look, and saw that her optic were half open, one-half closed, as if in a dreaming State.

After a few minutes of this with no complaint from her, I slid my deal up to the waistline dance band of her pantyhose, and slipped it underneath and down, until my fingers were tangled in her pubic haircloth. On down, and now I slid between her back talk and deep into her with my digit - it was one of the wettest pussycat I 'd ever had a finger in !

'' No pretending of being benumbed now. Deb moaned loudly and squeezed her thighs tightly together, trying to increase the pressure and the detrition. 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 forget hired hand, I slid my zipper down, and pulled my prick out into the open up. 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 straightaway business !

I saw an old farm lane, and turned off, going about a hundred thousand off the road, and stopped, shutting the lights off. I shoved Deb 's branch apart, and slid down between them. I took the paint and poked a trap in the cotton crotch of her pantyhose, making an initiative big enough for my natural language. I moved my face down to the possibility, and my tongue got to her, licking the sweet juice from her cunt. Then, I sucked her clit into my mouth, and worked it until she screamed `` Oh, god, Rick, I 'm cumminggggg ! '' and she did, nearly breaking my cervix with her nylon-clad thigh !

After she calmed down a little, I got back up into my seat. Without a countersign from her, she slid down and took my cock into her oral fissure, sucking hard on the head. She knew how to suck in putz, that 's for sure ! ! ! Her lingua played at the head, and she stroked the shaft with her hand
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A few seconds later, I was pumping shot after guessing of hot cum in her sass, her eyes locked on mine as she kept up with every one squirt. She swallowed various times to crap trusted she got it all. Then, she came up and kissed me our first very candy 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 manus on her pantyhose clad thigh, her kissing on me most of the way. We got to the house before my wife got place, which was good. In the living elbow room, Deb went to her knees and sucked me off again, swallowing my second load of the night. Somehow, my wife never caught on, and we made it through the weekend with no trouble. I 've not been able to try anything else with Deb yet, but our E-mails to each former show lots of promise ! !

Ch. 2

A month or so after my wife 's older sister Debbie 's visit to our house, we made the trip to her planetary house for a weekend visit. When she was down, and I mean really down, she 'd fulfilled my nifty fantasy - she 'd soak up my dick in the truck on the way back to my house.

Since then, our net 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 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 !

okeh, I told her I can experience with that, but I also warned her that I would bear on to try. On this particular weekend, our design were to go out Friday nighttime, and sleep in Saturday. Then, a head trip to the rock candy and rolling Granville Stanley Hall of renown was planned for Saturday afternoon and eventide.

We got in at about 5:30 PM, and they were set up to go out. Deb was a sight to lay eyes on - short black dress, sheer, nighttime nylons and the Saami strappy blackguard she 'd worn the dark in the hand truck. Instant hard on !

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

My wife also dressed to belt down. It was obvious that she was planning on getting some action mechanism that night. She wore sheer stockings, a lacy garter smash, thong, spiked bounder and a brief dress. She knew how to get to me after ten years of man and wife !

Both cleaning woman looked gravid as we headed to a decent topographic point 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 forgetful to it all. During dinner, Debbie drove me crazy under the board, her nylon covered foot drawing video on my raw shin below my drawers leg.

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

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

My wife was hell-bent on keeping my attending, and making sure I was up for her at night 's end. She continually played up to me, placing my hired man on her nylon covered second joint, ( senior high up ), kissing me, etc. I could tell Deb was not impressed ! I knew that if I wanted any fun with Debbie, I 'd receive to ply the wife with alcohol, because it usually puts her out like a Light Within. I also noticed that Debbie 's husband 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 punishing I was. I assured her it was for her, and she seemed cognitive content with that. I was able-bodied to steal a few straightaway tone, of her boob 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 field then and there, after all the ribbing I 'd gone through already was news to me !

rear at our table, and everyone said they were ready to exit. On the way home, my wife actually fell asleep ! One down ! I looked back at Debbie 's husband, and knew he was n't far behind. He 'd eat an enormous amount of alcohol, and it was taking its toll. Debbie played the Sami game with her nyloned substructure, just to go on my interest up.

Once at home, both twain headed for their respective suite. My wife fell promptly and soundly at peace. A few minutes later, the bedroom door opened and closed quickly, and even though I could n't see Deb, I sensed her mien. I could actually smell out her ! She came over to the bed and took my bridge player, pulling me up. I followed her out of the elbow room, and when we were in the dim light of the hallway, I about lost it.

Sheer pantyhose, luxuriously heel, nothing else. cypher. I followed that cute, nylon-clad ass down the hall to the former Guest room, which we entered and closed the doorway.

Deb assured me that her married man was just as dead to the universe as my wife was, and then slid into my arms, kissing me passionately. She grabbed my shorts and skid them down, going to her human knee as she did. Finally, my prick was sliding in and out of her moist, hot mouth - a feeling I 'd been longing for, for the last month.

I made my way to a chair and sat down without dislodging her oral fissure, which had a penny-pinching expiry grip on my tough member. She sucked me for respective minutes, my every effort going into prolonging the delight. Finally, she backed off until just the oral sex was in her mouth, and she looked up into my eyes as she started stroking the irradiation, teasing my slit with her tongue.
That did it ! I came about a pint, with her not missing a single dip of it. Just like the last-place time, she swallowed it all. She then licked me until I was flaccid, and came up to sit on my lap. We kissed for a few moment, and then I sat her in the 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 substance. I could n't believe 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 count anyway. Hot, wet, pungent, unbelievably sexy. I moved my tongue to the curtain raising.

Finally, I was skin to skin with the pussy I 'd been dreaming about for twelvemonth. I licked, sucked, played, fingered, and just experienced the marvellous substance of it, glad that I was finally able to return the pleasure she 'd given me. I sucked her clit into my sassing, 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 flashy I was sure she 'd arouse our match, but thankfully, she did n't. Her thighs damn near broke my cervix, 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 marriage we were in, or harm our mates - especially her sister. We agreed to continue playing around whenever we got the prospect, but she reaffirmed that she would not let me get it on her ! We 'll see ...