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

This is a true story about my married woman 's elder sister Debbie, who lives 200 miles from us. She visits often, sometimes with her husband, 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 pegleg, and has long, curly auburn colored hair.

Deb is the subject of nigh my fantasy, and I 've often jerked off thinking about what I 'd like to do with her. I 'm trusted she knows it, too, because she 's constantly teasing me. Over the years, I 've managed to see just about everything she has to pop the question. She often allows me to see up or down her garb, acting as though she does n't recognise I 'm looking.

A few week ago, my fantasies were realized, when I had to pick her up in Christopher Columbus ( about 80 mi away from our theatre. ) She was on her way to chatter us, and her car broke down, and could n't be fixed until the side by side day. My wife had to work late, so that left me to make water the effort by myself.

Once there, I noticed that : 1. She looked fabulous, in a short dress, sheer nylons and 3 '' dog, and, 2. She was pissed off at her husband, as common. He had allowed her to set about the driving from her house to ours in a car that simply was n't safe. I put her bag in the spinal column 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 try to pull it down. I was able to see almost up to her fork !

It was already dingy when I got in and started the 1 1/2 hour crusade back family, and Deb started right in about her asshole husband, and the precondition of her car. I had a tough prison term keeping my eyes off of her nylon-clad thighs, as her dress was still up near her waistline.

I picked an older route back, rather than the pike, and there were few railcar on it besides us. Finally, Deb quit bitching, and looked over at me. `` My human 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 feet in my lap, still in her aphrodisiacal high dog. I slipped them off her feet, and took one in my hand, nearly cumming just from the touch of her nyloned pes ! She went on talking about whatever - I was paying no attention to her. I rubbed her base for respective minutes, and then started on the other one.

'' Oohhhh, Rick, that feels fabulous ! '' she purred. I was a niggling afraid she would feel my rock-and-roll firmly dick with her metrical unit, but if she did, she did n't say anything. As I maneuvered her understructure and legs around, I was capable to see all the way up to her genitalia. I could see that she had on sheer-to-waist pantyhose, and nothing underneath ! My hammer had never been harder in my spirit !

As I rubbed, she leaned back and closed her eyes. I started moving my bridge player up to her ankle, her sura, and on up until I was at her knee. The hem of her dress was much higher, and when I spread her genu, 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 metrical foot was very slightly moving, against the rock hard boner that was in my drawers ! We drove along for several statute mile, until I was sure that was what she was doing. Neither of us said a word, she was definitely stroking my cock with her metrical unit !

I looked over, and saw that her eyes were still closed, and they were, as if she were sleeping. I slowly moved my hired man up higher, onto her sexy, nylon covered thigh, and caressed her there. No resistance. I moved higher, near mid-thigh. No resistance. Higher ... .. the incline of my hand was now against her genital organ. I moved it back and forth, and then moved it over until it cupped her sex. I stole a fast expression, and saw that her centre were half open, half closed, as if in a aspiration State.

After a few moment of this with no complaint from her, I slid my script up to the shank band of her pantyhose, and slipped it underneath and down, until my fingerbreadth were tangled in her pubic hair. On down, and now I slid between her lips and mysterious into her with my finger - it was one of the sozzled slit I 'd ever had a finger in !

'' No pretense of being departed 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 understructure were grinding against my cock, and I was trying desperately not to cum.

With my left hand, I slid my zipper down, and pulled my pecker out into the undecided. Her ft immediately wrapped around it, and she kept sliding them against it. Somehow, I 'd managed to celebrate the truck moving, and in a straight stemma !

I saw an old farm lane, and turned off, going about a hundred M off the road, and stopped, shutting the illumination off. I shoved Deb 's legs apart, and slid down between them. I took the Key and poked a cakehole in the cotton crotch of her pantyhose, making an opening big enough for my clapper. I moved my face down to the gap, and my tongue got to her, licking the unfermented juice from her pussy. Then, I sucked her clit into my lip, and worked it until she screamed `` Oh, god, wrick, 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 arse. Without a word from her, she slid down and took my cock into her back talk, sucking hard on the forefront. She knew how to absorb peter, that 's for for certain ! ! ! Her glossa played at the point, and she stroked the shaft with her hand
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A few arcsecond later, I was pumping dead reckoning after shot of hot cum in her mouth, her eyes locked on mine as she kept up with every one jet. She swallowed several times to urinate sure as shooting she got it all. Then, she came up and kissed me our first real kiss on the sass, her tongue with its salty taste, sliding in and out of my mouth.

Afterwards, she sat close to me the residual of the way, my hand on her pantyhose fit out second joint, her kissing on me nearly of the way. We got to the business firm before my wife got nursing home, which was good. In the sustenance room, Deb went to her knee and sucked me off again, swallowing my second gear consignment of the nighttime. 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 e-mail 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 misstep to her house for a weekend visit. When she was down, and I mean really down, she 'd fulfilled my greatest illusion - she 'd sucked my dick in the hand truck 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 continue our family relationship, but she also warned me that she wo n't bed me. She simply ca n't do that to her sister !

Okay, I told her I can survive with that, but I also warned her that I would continue to try. On this particular weekend, our plans were to go out Fri nighttime, and sleep in Saturday. Then, a misstep to the rock and roll and Roll manse of renown was planned for Saturday good 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 melanise dress, sheer, dark nylons and the Sami strappy heels she 'd worn the nighttime in the truck. 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 family ! '' 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 pour down. It was obvious that she was planning on getting some action that night. She wore sheer stockings, a lacy supporter belt ammunition, thong, spiked heels and a brief dress. She knew how to get to me after ten years of wedding !

Both charwoman looked big as we headed to a nice topographic point for dinner. Debbie took every opportunity to designate herself off to me, getting out of the car, sitting down at the board, etc. Her husband was unmindful to it all. During dinner, Debbie drove me crazy under the table, her nylon covered leg it drawing pictures on my defenseless shin below my knickers leg.

Then, she played with her straw, pushing it in and out of her mouth ! I was rock toilsome as we left the eatery and headed for the Night club. I drove, and Debbie sat behind me. Somehow, she got her horseshoe off, putting her foot was between the door and my seat. I caressed the nylon sheathed prize all the way to the club.

When I opened her threshold and she got out, my wife and her married man were on the other English of the car. She showed me everything, letting the hem of her dress drive all the way up. Sheer-to-waist nylon stocking, no panties underneath, neatly trimmed George W. Bush. I was ruined for the night !

My wife was hell-bent on keeping my attention, and making sure I was up for her at nighttime 's end. She continually played up to me, placing my helping hand on her nylon covered thigh, ( mellow up ), kissing me, etc. I could differentiate Deb was not impressed ! I knew that if I wanted any fun with Debbie, I 'd have got to ply the wife with alcohol, because it usually puts her out like a sparkle. I also noticed that Debbie 's husband was drinking Thomas More than usual.

I got one opportunity to dance with Debbie when my married woman went to the miss 's elbow room. She plastered herself against me, and we both commented on how backbreaking 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 second joint under her dress. She also reached down between us and stroked the head of my cock. How I kept from cumming right then and there, after all the teasing I 'd gone through already was news show to me !

rear at our mesa, and everyone said they were fix 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 deplete an enormous amount of alcohol, and it was taking its toll. Debbie played the same game with her nyloned fundament, just to keep my interest up.

Once at home, both yoke headed for their respective rooms. My wife fell promptly and soundly asleep. A few transactions later, the bedroom doorway 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 helping hand, pulling me up. I followed her out of the room, and when we were in the dim spark of the hallway, I about lost it.

Sheer pantyhose, high blackguard, goose egg else. Nothing. I followed that cute, nylon-clad ass down the hall to the former node elbow room, which we entered and closed the door.

Deb assured me that her husband was just as drained to the world 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 cock was sliding in and out of her moist, hot mouth - a feeling I 'd been longing for, for the finis month.

I made my way to a chair and sat down without dislodging her sassing, which had a near death grip on my hard phallus. She sucked me for respective minutes, my every effort going into prolonging the pleasure. Finally, she backed off until just the head was in her mouth, and she looked up into my eyes as she started stroking the beam of light, teasing my puss with her tongue.
That did it ! I came about a pint, with her not missing a single drop of it. Just like the last time, she swallowed it all. She then licked me until I was gentle, 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, wonderful, nylon sheathed beauty, and worked my way up until I was at her nitty-gritty. I could n't conceive it. Her rayon stocking were crotchless ! I could n't enjoin if she 'd done it herself, or bought them like that, and it did n't weigh anyway. Hot, wet, pungent, unbelievably sexy. I moved my tongue to the opening.

Finally, I was skin to skin with the puss I 'd been dreaming about for age. I licked, sucked, played, fingered, and just experienced the wondrous core of it, glad that I was finally capable to come back the pleasure she 'd given me. I sucked her clitoris into my oral fissure, and she started cumming almost immediately, working her nylon clad thighs around my head. She rubbed my capitulum with both hands as I sucked her, moaning so loud I was surely she 'd wake our checkmate, 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 go out the man and wife we were in, or harm our better half - especially her Sister. We agreed to go on playing around whenever we got the chance, but she reaffirmed that she would not let me have sex her ! We 'll see ...