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An Evening With My Sister-In-law

An Evening With My Sister-In-law

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An Evening With My Sister-in-lawbyJW Copyright© 2008 by JW
Sometimes lust can distort reality
A week ago Monday my husband, Jack, came home all excited. One of hiscompany's suppliers was going to take him to a big game—football—I think.Apparently there was an extra ticket available. He couldn't wait to call his brother."Davey's gonna drive all the way here for that?" I asked incredulously.Davey was—there's no way to sugar coat this—an accident. Sixteen yearsyounger than Jack he came along the year Jack left home for college. He and hiswife Emma used to live reasonably close (about an hour away) then Dave got thisgreat opportunity up north.When they were nearby Jack and Dave got together fairly regularly but we seldomvisited as a couple; only on holidays and family get togethers really. I like Emmaas Davey's wife, and my sister-in-law, I never really thought about it beyond that —much.The next Friday I got home to find my husband in his game-going jeans and Tshirt with his team's logo on the front. I'd had a rough week and was glad theweekend was here. I lay down on the couch as he scurried around getting his stuff together. I knew his company's supplier had arranged for a hotel room downtownfor after the game, so he wouldn't be back 'til noon the next day. I dozed off.I guess it was because Davey was coming that I found myself dreaming about thelast time we'd been together. Three months ago we'd gone to visit them in their new home up north. The dream consisted mainly of recalling a session in their hottub. Jack, Davey and I were soaking and enjoying the champagne we'd brought tocelebrate his new job and their new house when Emma arrived. I was sittingnearest the steps leading down into the tub and was a bit surprised at the pussytwitch I got when my sister-in-law's ass, stretched into the string bikini, passedinches from my face as she climbed in.I accepted my dual sexuality before most people even realized they had sexuality.My grandmother introduced me to the joys of woman loving when I was twelve.You might say that I was an early bloomer. Later in high school I dated my share
of guys but always had a girlfriend or two I was
close with
. I don't call myself a bi-sexual because, although I enjoy sex with men
women, I am not interested insex with men
women. Most of the bi-sexuals I've met are more than happy toengage in threesomes (and more-somes) with both genders participating at thesame time—but that's not me. For me sex with men or women is like steak andcheese cake; I like both but I don't want them on the same plate, at the same time.It's not that I'd never had sexual thoughts about Emma before that weekend. I'dknown her since she married Davey over ten years ago. Sure I'd had lasciviousthoughts about her before, but being family, I'd never done anything about themand no opportunities had tested my self control. My erotic dream about watchinghow her boobs nestled into the cups of the orange and grey stripped swim suit top, bobbing in the swirling hot tub, didn't really come as a shock.I don't know what broke into that dream. I was happily recalling the soothing hotturbulent water and the lustful glances I was giving my sister-in-law, when myeyes opened. There, shimmering in the surreal post nap fog, I saw Emma sitting inthe chair opposite the couch I was reclined on; her beach blonde (bottled of course) spiky styled short hair framing her pretty smiling face."It's about time you woke up sleepy head" she said. "I thought I was gonna hav-tadrink all this wine I brought by myself." I popped up on the sofa and rubbed myeyes trying to make sense of it and remember what was going on. The last of thelate summer rays of sun were still streaming past the curtains. The clock readseven-thirty. I'd slept for almost two hours."What ... why..." my sleep fogged brain wouldn't let me form a coherent sentence."The boys are gone to their game. Jack even came in and kissed you good-bye butyou never stirred." Then I remembered that Davey was coming to go with Jack tosome game or other. My head cleared a bit and I rubbed my eyes again."I wasn't expecting
" I said an immediately hoped it didn't soundunwelcoming."I know. At the last minute I decided to keep David company on the trip down."Then she raised her glass of wine in one hand and an unopened bottle in the other and said; "boys night out—girls night in" and giggled. "Try this" she proffered aglass of the dark red liquid. "It's only been out a short while ... it's from Australia."She was wearing a blue stripped scoop necked top and white shorts. I scanned her tight little body and shuddered at the dream I'd been having about it. Despite justhaving awakened, I took the glass of wine she was offering and took a bigswallow."Mmmm ... it's good" I said and my voice was comically hoarse. We both laughed.
She held up the bottle and remarked,"See it's got a Kangaroo on the label." She laughed again and I realized that she'd probably had more than one glass waiting for me to wake up.I told myself that there was nothing unusual about this situation. Emma haddecided to accompany her husband on the long drive and now we'd spend a familyevening together while our husbands enjoyed the sporting event and no doubt gotsloshed. My mind said there was nothing unusual, but my pussy was sending adifferent message.We sat and talked, like sisters-in law, about how they were adjusting to their newhome and how Davey's new job was going. Before I realized it we'd polished off the first bottle of wine Emma had brought. I was still in the slacks and blouse I'dworn to work. At a lull in the conversation I said; "Ya know if we're gonna have agirls night in we should really slip into something more comfortable."My sister-in-law's face dropped a little and I realized that she was starting to showeffects from the wine. "I never thought to bring anything" she informed me,sounding apologetic."We're close to the same size. I think I can scare up something that'll fit you" Ispeculated while rising from the couch.We
pretty close too. She might be an inch or so taller than my five-two andshe was certainly had better muscle tone. Emma fancied herself something of anathlete and works out four or five days a week. She also plays volleyball in somekind of league. So even though her fortieth birthday was just around the corner she didn't look a day over thirty. Up until very recently I thought my boobs were alittle bigger than hers. But lately—as I seemed to spend more and more timechecking them out when we were together—I'd come to the conclusion that theywere also pretty close to the same size.My sister-in-law followed me down the hall to my bedroom. I was trying toremember if we'd ever been alone like this before. I couldn't recall a time in thetwelve or thirteen years I'd known her. My mind caught up with my pussy andconcluded that this was a unique situation. I started having naughty thoughts.
'She's Davey's wife for God's sakes!' 
I chastened myself.
'If you start acting onthis crazy fantasy; how's that gonna affect your relationship?' 
The stark realitytemporarily and slightly cooled my rising passions—but not entirely.I could have gone to the closet and chosen from several velour and polar fleecelounging suits; or I could have gone to the bureau drawer that held my flannelnight gowns and PJs but I didn't. Instead I went to my lingerie drawer. The black 

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