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

This is a unfeigned story about my wife 's erstwhile babe Debbie, who lives 200 miles from us. She visits often, sometimes with her hubby, sometimes not. He 's somewhat of a mother fucker, 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 of most my fantasies, 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 years, I 've managed to see just about everything she has to offer. She often allows me to see up or down her wearing apparel, acting as though she does n't realize I 'm looking.

A few weeks ago, my phantasy were realized, when I had to nibble her up in Cristoforo Colombo ( about 80 miles away from our sign. ) She was on her way to visit us, and her car broke down, and could n't be fixed until the adjacent day. My wife had to work late, so that left me to pass water the drive by myself.

Once there, I noticed that : 1. She looked fabulous, in a short dress, sheer nylons and 3 '' bounder, and, 2. She was pissed off at her husband, as usual. He had allowed her to attempt the parkway 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 to see almost up to her crotch !

It was already dark when I got in and started the 1 1/2 hr drive back rest home, and Deb started right in about her son of a bitch married man, and the shape of her car. I had a problematic fourth dimension keeping my center off of her nylon-clad thighs, as her frock was still up near her waistline.

I picked an senior road back, rather than the thruway, and there were few cars on it besides us. Finally, Deb quit bitching, and looked over at me. `` My base 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 understructure in my lap, still in her sexy high gear heel. I slipped them off her feet, and took one in my mitt, nearly cumming just from the touch of her nyloned foot ! She went on talking about whatever - I was paying no attending to her. I rubbed her ft for several hour, and then started on the other one.

'' Oohhhh, Rick, that feels fabulous ! '' she purred. I was a piffling afraid she would feel my rock grueling tool with her metrical unit, 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 dick had never been harder in my life !

As I rubbed, she leaned back and closed her eyes. I started moving my deal up to her ankle, her calfskin, and on up until I was at her human knee. The hem of her dress was much higher, and when I spread her articulatio genus, when we were under a street visible radiation, 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 rock hard bungle that was in my pants ! We drove along for several miles, until I was sure that was what she was doing. Neither of us said a word, she was definitely stroking my cock 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 script up higher, onto her sexy, nylon covered thigh, and caressed her there. No resistance. I moved higher, near mid-thigh. No electrical resistance. Higher ... .. the side of my mitt was now against her genitalia. I moved it back and forth, and then moved it over until it cupped her sex. I stole a prompt 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 hand up to the waist band of her pantyhose, and slipped it underneath and down, until my finger were tangled in her pubic hair. On down, and now I slid between her back talk and mystifying into her with my digit - it was one of the wettest puss I 'd ever had a finger in !

'' No pretext of being benumbed now. Deb moaned loudly and squeezed her thighs tightly together, trying to increase the pressure and the friction. 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 feet 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 dick out into the out-of-doors. 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 flat stemma !

I saw an old farm lane, and turned off, going about a century 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 genitals of her pantyhose, making an opening big enough for my tongue. I moved my face down to the curtain raising, and my lingua got to her, licking the sugariness juice from her cunt. Then, I sucked her button into my mouth, and worked it until she screamed `` Oh, god, Rick, 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 seat. Without a word from her, she slid down and took my cock into her sass, sucking hard on the head. She knew how to fellate prick, that 's for sure ! ! ! Her tongue played at the capitulum, and she stroked the shaft with her bridge player
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A few endorsement later, I was pumping shot after shot of hot cum in her mouthpiece, her eyes locked on mine as she kept up with every one spurt. She swallowed several times to nominate certain she got it all. Then, she came up and kissed me our first material kiss on the lips, her clapper with its salty appreciation, sliding in and out of my mouth.

Afterwards, she sat close to me the rest of the way, my hand on her pantyhose invest thigh, her kissing on me most of the way. We got to the house before my married woman got home plate, which was skillful. In the living way, Deb went to her knees and sucked me off again, swallowing my mo load 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-mails to each other show passel of promise ! !

Ch. 2

A month or so after my married woman 's older sister Debbie 's visit to our house, we made the trip-up to her theater for a weekend visit. When she was down, and I mean really down, she 'd fulfil my superlative phantasy - she 'd sucked my hawkshaw in the motortruck on the way back to my house.

Since then, our internet substance to each other have taken quite a new twist - 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 !

okay, I told her I can dwell with that, but I also warned her that I would cover to try. On this particular weekend, our plans were to go out Fri dark, and eternal rest in Saturday. Then, a trip to the rock 'n' roll and Roll Hall of renown was planned for Saturday good afternoon and even.

We got in at about 5:30 PM, and they were cook to go out. Deb was a visual sense to behold - light black clothes, sheer, wickedness nylon stocking and the like strappy dog she 'd worn the night in the hand truck. instant hard on !

I told Deb she looked `` dainty, '' 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 kinsperson ! '' I jokingly answered back. `` You wish ! '' was my wife 's death remark before we went to our elbow room to change.

My wife also dressed to defeat. It was obvious that she was planning on getting some action at law that night. She wore sheer stockings, a lacy garter whang, thong, spiked bounder and a brief dress. She knew how to get to me after ten years of married couple !

Both women looked gravid as we headed to a squeamish place for dinner. Debbie took every opportunity to show herself off to me, getting out of the car, sitting down at the table, etc. Her hubby was forgetful to it all. During dinner party, Debbie drove me crazy under the table, her nylon covered foot drawing icon on my naked shin below my bloomers leg.

Then, she played with her chaff, pushing it in and out of her mouth ! I was rock hard as we left the eatery and headed for the nighttime club. I drove, and Debbie sat behind me. Somehow, she got her horseshoe off, putting her understructure 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 married woman and her husband were on the former side of the car. She showed me everything, letting the hem of her dress ride all the way up. Sheer-to-waist nylons, no panties underneath, neatly trimmed George W. Bush. I was ruined for the night !

My wife was hell-bent on keeping my aid, and making surely I was up for her at Night 's end. She continually played up to me, placing my hand on her nylon covered thigh, ( mellow up ), kissing me, etc. I could secern Deb was not impressed ! 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 light. I also noticed that Debbie 's husband was drinking more than usual.

I got one luck to dance with Debbie when my wife went to the girl 's elbow room. She plastered herself against me, and we both commented on how toilsome I was. I assured her it was for her, and she seemed subject with that. I was able to steal a few quick feel, of her knocker and once, of her nylon sheathed thigh under her dress. She also reached down between us and stroked the capitulum of my dick. How I kept from cumming redress then and there, after all the teasing I 'd gone through already was news to me !

vertebral column at our table, and everyone said they were ready to bequeath. On the way home, 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 exhaust an enormous sum of money of alcoholic drink, and it was taking its toll. Debbie played the same game with her nyloned foot, just to keep my involvement up.

Once at home, both couples headed for their respective rooms. My married woman fell promptly and soundly asleep. A few arcminute later, the bedroom threshold opened and closed quickly, and even though I could n't see Deb, I sensed her presence. I could actually sense 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 visible light of the hallway, I about lost it.

Sheer pantyhose, high gear heels, goose egg else. null. I followed that cute, nylon-clad ass down the hall to the former Edgar Albert Guest way, which we entered and closed the door.

Deb assured me that her hubby was just as utterly to the humans as my married woman was, and then slid into my weaponry, kissing me passionately. She grabbed my trunks and slid them down, going to her stifle 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 stopping point calendar month.

I made my way to a chair and sat down without dislodging her mouth, which had a draw close death grip on my hard member. She sucked me for several minutes, my every travail 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 ray of light, teasing my pussy with her knife.
That did it ! I came about a dry pint, with her not missing a 1 drop of it. Just like the shoemaker's last time, she swallowed it all. She then licked me until I was lenient, 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 second joint.

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

Finally, I was skin to bark with the kitty-cat I 'd been dreaming about for years. I licked, sucked, played, fingered, and just experienced the grand substance of it, glad that I was finally able to reelect the pleasure she 'd given me. I sucked her clit into my oral cavity, and she started cumming almost immediately, working her nylon clad thighs around my head. She rubbed my head with both custody as I sucked her, moaning so tawdry I was for sure she 'd rouse our mates, 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 metre, both of us saying that we did n't want to lead the spousal relationship we were in, or harm our mates - especially her sister. We agreed to preserve playing around whenever we got the fortune, but she reaffirmed that she would not let me jazz her ! We 'll see ...