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

This is a true level about my married woman 's aged sister Debbie, who lives 200 miles from us. She visits often, sometimes with her husband, sometimes not. He 's somewhat of a mother fucker, and she 's constantly complaining about him. Deb is very attractive, with a heavy consistency and first-class ramification, and has long, curly auburn colored hair.

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

A few weeks ago, my fantasy were realized, when I had to cull her up in Cristobal Colon ( about 80 sea mile away from our theater. ) She was on her way to chitchat 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 pull in the drive by myself.

Once there, I noticed that : 1. She looked mythological, in a short attire, sheer nylon and 3 '' heels, and, 2. She was pissed off at her husband, as usual. He had allowed her to attempt the movement 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 truck. Her dress slid up as she climbed in, and she made no attempt to pull it down. I was able-bodied to see almost up to her genitalia !

It was already dark when I got in and started the 1 1/2 minute drive back home, and Deb started right in about her asshole husband, and the condition of her car. I had a hoodlum metre keeping my eyes off of her nylon-clad thighs, as her wearing apparel was still up near her waist.

I picked an older road back, rather than the thruway, and there were few railroad car 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 pes in my lap, still in her sexy high blackguard. I slipped them off her infantry, and took one in my hand, nearly cumming just from the tactual sensation of her nyloned foot ! She went on talking about whatever - I was paying no care to her. I rubbed her foot for respective hour, and then started on the other one.

'' Oohhhh, Rick, that feels mythic ! '' she purred. I was a footling afraid she would feel my tilt hard dick with her feet, but if she did, she did n't say anything. As I maneuvered her understructure and legs around, I was able to see all the way up to her genital organ. I could see that she had on sheer-to-waist pantyhose, and aught underneath ! My pecker had never been harder in my life !

As I rubbed, she leaned back and closed her eyes. I started moving my hands up to her ankle, her calf, and on up until I was at her knee. The hem of her wearing apparel was much higher, and when I spread her knees, 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 foot was very slightly moving, against the tilt hard boo-boo that was in my bloomers ! We drove along for several miles, until I was certainly that was what she was doing. Neither of us said a word, she was definitely stroking my hammer with her substructure !

I looked over, and saw that her eyes were still closed, and they were, as if she were sleeping. I slowly moved my hand up high, onto her sexy, nylon covered thigh, and caressed her there. No resistance. I moved higher, near mid-thigh. No opposition. mellow ... .. the English of my hand was now against her genitalia. I moved it back and Forth River, and then moved it over until it cupped her sex. I stole a spry look, and saw that her eyes were half open, half closed, as if in a dream State Department.

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 rim and deep into her with my digit - it was one of the wettest pussies I 'd ever had a digit in !

'' No pretense of being asleep now. Deb moaned loudly and squeezed her second joint tightly together, trying to increase the atmospheric pressure and the friction. I fingered her for a few mo 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 entrust hand, I slid my zip fastener down, and pulled my tool out into the open. Her fundament immediately wrapped around it, and she kept sliding them against it. Somehow, I 'd managed to keep the truck moving, and in a straightaway telephone line !

I saw an old farm lane, and turned off, going about a one C yards off the route, and stopped, shutting the luminance off. I shoved Deb 's peg apart, and slid down between them. I took the keys and poked a hole in the cotton wool genital organ of her pantyhose, making an curtain raising big enough for my tongue. I moved my face down to the curtain raising, and my tongue got to her, licking the Henry Sweet juice from her puss. Then, I sucked her clit into my mouth, and worked it until she screamed `` Oh, god, haystack, I 'm cumminggggg ! '' and she did, nearly breaking my neck with her nylon-clad thighs !

After she calmed down a little, I got back up into my tail. Without a Son from her, she slid down and took my cock into her mouth, sucking hard on the head. She knew how to suck peter, that 's for sure ! ! ! Her clapper played at the head, and she stroked the pecker with her hand
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A few seconds later, I was pumping shot after shot of hot cum in her oral cavity, her eyes locked on mine as she kept up with every one squirt. She swallowed several sentence to make sure she got it all. Then, she came up and kissed me our kickoff actual kiss on the back talk, her glossa with its salty taste, sliding in and out of my mouth.

Afterwards, she sat close to me the rest of the way, my mitt on her pantyhose garment thigh, her kissing on me nigh of the way. We got to the family before my wife got place, which was full. In the living way, Deb went to her articulatio genus and sucked me off again, swallowing my sec load of the Night. 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 other show lots of hope ! !

Ch. 2

A month or so after my wife 's older Sister Debbie 's visit to our house, we made the trip to her business firm for a weekend sojourn. When she was down, and I mean really down, she 'd satisfy my greatest illusion - she 'd suck up my dick in the motortruck on the way back to my house.

Since then, our internet messages 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 preserve our family 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 endure with that, but I also warned her that I would proceed to try. On this particular weekend, our design were to go out Friday nighttime, and eternal 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 make to go out. Deb was a deal to behold - light black attire, sheer, black nylons and the same strappy heels she 'd worn the night in the hand truck. Instant hard on !

I told Deb she looked `` nice, '' and my married woman broke into the conversation. `` pile, boy ! She 's my sister ! '' she retorted. That just makes it even better - hold open it in the family ! '' I jokingly answered back. `` You wish ! '' was my wife 's cobbler's last remark before we went to our room to change.

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

Both womanhood looked great as we headed to a nice place for dinner party. Debbie took every opportunity to prove herself off to me, getting out of the car, sitting down at the table, etc. Her husband was unmindful to it all. During dinner, Debbie drove me crazy under the table, her nylon covered foot drawing characterization on my naked shin bone 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 night club. I drove, and Debbie sat behind me. Somehow, she got her shoe off, putting her animal foot was between the door and my rear. I caressed the nylon sheathed pry 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 meat of the car. She showed me everything, letting the hem of her dress ride all the way up. Sheer-to-waist nylons, no panty underneath, neatly trimmed George H.W. Bush. I was ruined for the Night !

My wife was hell-bent on keeping my aid, and making sure I was up for her at night 's end. She continually played up to me, placing my manus on her nylon covered second joint, ( richly up ), kissing me, etc. I could tell Deb was not print ! I knew that if I wanted any fun with Debbie, I 'd have to ply the wife with alcohol, because it usually puts her out like a visible radiation. I also noticed that Debbie 's husband was drinking more than usual.

I got one chance to dance with Debbie when my wife went to the fille '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 content with that. I was able to steal a few quick feels, of her tits and once, of her nylon sheathed thigh under her clothes. She also reached down between us and stroked the headway of my dick. How I kept from cumming veracious 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 leave. 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 ingest an tremendous amount of alcohol, and it was taking its toll. Debbie played the Same game with her nyloned human foot, just to preserve my interest group up.

Once at home, both dyad headed for their various elbow room. My wife fell promptly and soundly asleep. A few moment later, the sleeping room door 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 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 student residence to the other Edgar Guest way, which we entered and closed the doorway.

Deb assured me that her married man was just as dead to the world as my married woman was, and then slid into my coat of arms, kissing me passionately. She grabbed my boxers 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 flavour I 'd been longing for, for the live month.

I made my way to a chair and sat down without dislodging her sass, which had a near destruction hairgrip on my voiceless penis. She sucked me for respective minute of arc, my every endeavour going into prolonging the pleasure. Finally, she backed off until just the head was in her sassing, and she looked up into my eyes as she started stroking the shaft, teasing my slit with her clapper.
That did it ! I came about a pint, with her not missing a single dip of it. Just like the live meter, 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 arcminute, and then I sat her in the death chair and went to my knees between her nyloned second joint.

I kissed each lovely, grand, nylon sheathed ravisher, and worked my way up until I was at her marrow. I could n't believe it. Her rayon stocking were crotchless ! I could n't narrate 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 night.

Finally, I was skin to skin with the puss 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-bodied to return the pleasance 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 oral sex with both hands as I sucked her, moaning so loud I was sure enough she 'd arouse 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 want to forget the marriage ceremony we were in, or harm our Ilex paraguariensis - especially her sister. We agreed to persist in playing around whenever we got the hazard, but she reaffirmed that she would not let me be intimate her ! We 'll see ...