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

This is a rightful floor about my wife 's older babe Debbie, who lives 200 Swedish mile 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 peachy torso and fantabulous branch, and has long, curly auburn colored hair.

Deb is the study of most my fantasies, 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 proffer. She often allows me to see up or down her dress, acting as though she does n't understand I 'm looking.

A few weeks ago, my fantasies were realized, when I had to pluck her up in Columbus ( about 80 miles away from our household. ) She was on her way to visit us, and her car broke down, and could n't be fixed until the future day. My wife had to work late, so that left me to make the effort by myself.

Once there, I noticed that : 1. She looked fab, in a short frock, sheer nylons and 3 '' heels, and, 2. She was pissed off at her husband, as usual. He had allowed her to attempt the drive from her business firm to ours in a car that simply was n't safe. I put her bag in the spine 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 get out 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 drive back home, and Deb started right in about her asshole hubby, and the term of her car. I had a punk time keeping my eyes off of her nylon-clad thighs, as her garb was still up near her waist.

I picked an older road back, rather than the expressway, 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 feet in my lap, still in her aphrodisiac high heel. I slipped them off her feet, and took one in my helping 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 pes for several instant, and then started on the other one.

'' Oohhhh, wrick, that feels fabulous ! '' she purred. I was a small afraid she would feel my rock hard shaft with her feet, but if she did, she did n't say anything. As I maneuvered her ft 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 story !

As I rubbed, she leaned back and closed her eyes. I started moving my hands up to her articulatio talocruralis, her calf, and on up until I was at her knee. The hem of her garb 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 understructure was very slightly moving, against the rock unvoiced boner that was in my pants ! We drove along for several miles, until I was sure enough that was what she was doing. Neither of us said a word, she was definitely stroking my hammer with her foot !

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 gamey, onto her sexy, nylon covered thigh, and caressed her there. No underground. I moved higher, near mid-thigh. No resistance. gamy ... .. the side of my hired man was now against her fork. 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 heart were half open, half closed, as if in a dream State.

After a few minutes of this with no ailment from her, I slid my bridge player 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 lips and deep into her with my fingerbreadth - it was one of the blotto slit I 'd ever had a finger in !

'' No pretense of being asleep now. Deb moaned loudly and squeezed her thighs tightly together, trying to increase the pressure and the detrition. I fingered her for a few minutes more, slipping up to her clit as often as I could. Now, both of Deb 's nylon covered animal foot were grinding against my cock, and I was trying desperately not to cum.

With my go away hired man, I slid my zipper down, and pulled my dick out into the open. Her pes immediately wrapped around it, and she kept sliding them against it. Somehow, I 'd managed to sustain the motortruck moving, and in a true furrow !

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 legs apart, and slid down between them. I took the keys and poked a hole in the cotton plant genitalia of her pantyhose, making an possible action big enough for my glossa. I moved my face down to the opening, and my tongue got to her, licking the sweet juice from her pussy. Then, I sucked her button into my oral fissure, and worked it until she screamed `` Oh, god, Rick, I 'm cumminggggg ! '' and she did, nearly breaking my neck opening with her nylon-clad thighs !

After she calmed down a little, I got back up into my seat. Without a tidings 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 certainly ! ! ! Her tongue played at the head, and she stroked the rotating shaft with her hand
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A few seconds later, I was pumping shot after shot of hot cum in her rima oris, her oculus locked on mine as she kept up with every one spurt. She swallowed respective clock time to make for certain she got it all. Then, she came up and kissed me our low 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 hired hand on her pantyhose apparel thigh, her kissing on me almost of the way. We got to the house before my married woman got base, which was honorable. In the bread and butter elbow room, Deb went to her stifle and sucked me off again, swallowing my second onus of the nighttime. Somehow, my wife never caught on, and we made it through the weekend with no problems. I 've not been capable to try anything else with Deb yet, but our E-mails to each other show lots of promise ! !

Ch. 2

A month or so after my wife 's quondam sis Debbie 's visit to our house, we made the slip to her mansion for a weekend visit. When she was down, and I mean really down, she 'd carry through my greatest fantasy - she 'd sucked my dick in the hand truck on the way back to my house.

Since then, our Internet content to each other have taken quite a new turning - all we 've talked about since then is sex. Debbie has assured me that she wants to persist in our relationship, but she also warned me that she wo n't make out me. She simply ca n't do that to her sis !

O.K., I told her I can live 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 head trip to the Rock and Roll residence 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 - little pitch-black dress, sheer, dark rayon stocking and the Saami strappy heel she 'd have on the Night in the truck. split 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 - keep back 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 kill. It was obvious that she was planning on getting some action that night. She wore sheer stockings, a lacy garter belt, thong, spiked heels and a brief wearing apparel. She knew how to get to me after ten twelvemonth of man and wife !

Both fair sex looked great as we headed to a nice place for dinner. Debbie took every chance to show herself off to me, getting out of the car, sitting down at the table, etc. Her hubby was oblivious to it all. During dinner party, Debbie drove me crazy under the table, her nylon covered foot drawing pictures on my naked shinbone below my pants leg.

Then, she played with her shuck, pushing it in and out of her mouth ! I was rock hard as we left the eating place and headed for the dark club. I drove, and Debbie sat behind me. Somehow, she got her shoe off, putting her foot was between the doorway and my seat. I caressed the nylon sheathed appreciate all the way to the club.

When I opened her door and she got out, my married woman and her husband were on the other side of meat of the car. She showed me everything, letting the hem of her dress drive all the way up. Sheer-to-waist nylons, no pantie underneath, neatly trimmed Dubya. I was ruined for the nighttime !

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 hand on her nylon covered thigh, ( high up up ), kissing me, etc. I could evidence Deb was not impressed ! I knew that if I wanted any fun with Debbie, I 'd have to ply the wife with alcoholic drink, because it usually puts her out like a light. I also noticed that Debbie 's husband was drinking More than usual.

I got one opportunity to trip the light fantastic with Debbie when my wife went to the Girl 's way. She plastered herself against me, and we both commented on how arduous I was. I assured her it was for her, and she seemed cognitive content with that. I was capable to steal a few quick feel, of her tits and once, of her nylon sheathed second joint under her clothes. She also reached down between us and stroked the head of my putz. How I kept from cumming right then and there, after all the comb-out I 'd gone through already was word to me !

Back at our table, and everyone said they were prepare 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 devour an tremendous amount of alcoholic drink, and it was taking its cost. Debbie played the Saami game with her nyloned metrical unit, just to celebrate my pursuit up.

Once at plate, both couples headed for their respective rooms. 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 reek her ! She came over to the bed and took my paw, 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, luxuriously heels, nothing else. zip. I followed that cute, nylon-clad ass down the Radclyffe Hall to the former guest room, which we entered and closed the door.

Deb assured me that her husband was just as short to the humankind as my wife was, and then slid into my arms, kissing me passionately. She grabbed my shorts and slid them down, going to her knee joint as she did. Finally, my shaft 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 chairwoman and sat down without dislodging her mouth, which had a come near expiry travelling bag on my gruelling extremity. She sucked me for several arcminute, my every effort going into prolonging the joy. Finally, she backed off until just the top dog was in her mouth, and she looked up into my centre as she started stroking the shaft, teasing my snatch with her lingua.
That did it ! I came about a pint, with her not missing a individual driblet of it. Just like the utmost time, 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 minutes, and then I sat her in the chair and went to my knees between her nyloned thigh.

I kissed each lovely, fantastic, nylon sheathed looker, and worked my way up until I was at her core. I could n't conceive it. Her nylon stocking were crotchless ! I could n't distinguish 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.

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 effect of it, glad that I was finally capable to repay 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 head with both hands as I sucked her, moaning so loud I was sure she 'd wake our teammate, but thankfully, she did n't. Her thigh damn near broke my neck opening, and I remember thinking, `` What a way to go ! ``

Afterward, we sat and talked like that for quite some meter, both of us saying that we did n't want to give the married couple we were in, or harm our mates - especially her sister. We agreed to bear on playing around whenever we got the prospect, but she reaffirmed that she would not let me make out her ! We 'll see ...