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An Evening With My Sister-in-law

by JW

Copyright© 2008 by JW

Sometimes lust can distort reality

A week ago Monday my husband, Jack, came home all excited. One of his
company'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 years
younger than Jack he came along the year Jack left home for college. He and his
wife Emma used to live reasonably close (about an hour away) then Dave got this
great opportunity up north.
When they were nearby Jack and Dave got together fairly regularly but we seldom
visited as a couple; only on holidays and family get togethers really. I like Emma
as Davey's wife, and my sister-in-law, I never really thought about it beyond that
The next Friday I got home to find my husband in his game-going jeans and T
shirt with his team's logo on the front. I'd had a rough week and was glad the
weekend 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 downtown
for 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 the
last 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 hot
tub. Jack, Davey and I were soaking and enjoying the champagne we'd brought to
celebrate his new job and their new house when Emma arrived. I was sitting
nearest the steps leading down into the tub and was a bit surprised at the pussy
twitch I got when my sister-in-law's ass, stretched into the string bikini, passed
inches 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


.. The last of the late summer rays of sun were still streaming past the curtains. when my eyes opened." my sleep fogged brain wouldn't let me form a coherent sentence. why." Then I remembered that Davey was coming to go with Jack to some game or other. Despite just having awakened. at the same time. "Mmmm . didn't really come as a shock.of guys but always had a girlfriend or two I was close with. There. "boys night out—girls night in" and giggled. it's good" I said and my voice was comically hoarse. "What . It's not that I'd never had sexual thoughts about Emma before that weekend.. For me sex with men or women is like steak and cheese cake.. I'd slept for almost two hours.. I'd known her since she married Davey over ten years ago. "The boys are gone to their game. Jack even came in and kissed you good-bye but you never stirred." She was wearing a blue stripped scoop necked top and white shorts. I'd never done anything about them and no opportunities had tested my self control. it's from Australia. My head cleared a bit and I rubbed my eyes again. "I wasn't expecting you" I said an immediately hoped it didn't sound unwelcoming.. I scanned her tight little body and shuddered at the dream I'd been having about it. although I enjoy sex with men or women. 2 . I took the glass of wine she was offering and took a big swallow. I was happily recalling the soothing hot turbulent water and the lustful glances I was giving my sister-in-law. I don't call myself a bi-sexual because. shimmering in the surreal post nap fog. The clock read seven-thirty. bobbing in the swirling hot tub.. "I know. I don't know what broke into that dream. At the last minute I decided to keep David company on the trip down. I am not interested in sex with men and women. Most of the bi-sexuals I've met are more than happy to engage in threesomes (and more-somes) with both genders participating at the same time—but that's not me." Then she raised her glass of wine in one hand and an unopened bottle in the other and said. but being family. My erotic dream about watching how her boobs nestled into the cups of the orange and grey stripped swim suit top.. her beach blonde (bottled of course) spiky styled short hair framing her pretty smiling face. "Try this" she proffered a glass of the dark red liquid." I popped up on the sofa and rubbed my eyes trying to make sense of it and remember what was going on. "It's only been out a short while . We both laughed. "I thought I was gonna hav-ta drink all this wine I brought by myself. "It's about time you woke up sleepy head" she said. Sure I'd had lascivious thoughts about her before. I like both but I don't want them on the same plate. I saw Emma sitting in the chair opposite the couch I was reclined on.

We were pretty close too. "Ya know if we're gonna have a girls night in we should really slip into something more comfortable. or I could have gone to the bureau drawer that held my flannel night gowns and PJs but I didn't. but my pussy was sending a different message. So even though her fortieth birthday was just around the corner she didn't look a day over thirty. "I never thought to bring anything" she informed me. I couldn't recall a time in the twelve or thirteen years I'd known her. I told myself that there was nothing unusual about this situation. I was trying to remember if we'd ever been alone like this before. At a lull in the conversation I said. how's that gonna affect your relationship?' The stark reality temporarily and slightly cooled my rising passions—but not entirely. But lately—as I seemed to spend more and more time checking them out when we were together—I'd come to the conclusion that they were also pretty close to the same size. We sat and talked. Emma had decided to accompany her husband on the long drive and now we'd spend a family evening together while our husbands enjoyed the sporting event and no doubt got sloshed. I could have gone to the closet and chosen from several velour and polar fleece lounging suits." She laughed again and I realized that she'd probably had more than one glass waiting for me to wake up. She might be an inch or so taller than my five-two and she was certainly had better muscle tone. Emma fancied herself something of an athlete and works out four or five days a week. The black 3 . I think I can scare up something that'll fit you" I speculated while rising from the couch. My mind caught up with my pussy and concluded that this was a unique situation. "We're close to the same size. "See it's got a Kangaroo on the label. I was still in the slacks and blouse I'd worn to work. My sister-in-law followed me down the hall to my bedroom. I started having naughty thoughts. She also plays volleyball in some kind of league. Up until very recently I thought my boobs were a little bigger than hers." My sister-in-law's face dropped a little and I realized that she was starting to show effects from the wine. about how they were adjusting to their new home and how Davey's new job was going.She held up the bottle and remarked. Instead I went to my lingerie drawer. sounding apologetic. like sisters-in law. 'She's Davey's wife for God's sakes!' I chastened myself. My mind said there was nothing unusual. Before I realized it we'd polished off the first bottle of wine Emma had brought. 'If you start acting on this crazy fantasy.

After I stepped out of them. She held it in her hands in front of her. 'You've probably had enough too'. I felt my nipples stiffen. "Uh sure .peignoir with the lacey see through top was the first thing my hand lighted on.. She looked at me and the dilation in her pupils gave away her impending intoxication. She made her decision and after dropping the scanty nightwear on the bed.. The thin trouser socks fluttered into the laundry basket on top of the blouse. I sat there for a moment waiting for my sister-in-law to catch up. I tossed the blouse into the hamper. it's fine" she said but didn't sound very convincing. sitting there in my underwear—Emma hadn't moved. I rummaged through the silk. I started unbuttoning my blouse and the room seemed to get sort of shimmery. satin and lace. A pale blue baby doll that I hadn't worn in years emerged. A vision of Emma in the sexy nightie caused a major cramp in my womanhood. not knowing what I was looking for but having the feeling that I'd know it when I saw it. so I draped the slacks over the back of the chair and sat down to remove them. she'll be too shy' I thought. It suited me and I was suddenly feeling the affects of the wine. sure . leaving just my everyday bra on top.. The spasm in my lower pelvis made me wiggle in my seat. It was adorable! The pause was only seconds. I saw her glance over at the door to the ensuite bathroom and reasoned that she was deciding whether retreating to the privacy of the closed off area was excessively modest. staring at it with wide eyes as though she'd never seen anything like it before—I was pretty sure she had. "Is that OK?" I asked picking up the peignoir from the top of the dresser (showing her that I'd chosen something equally sensual for myself). she pulled her blue stripped top up over her head. She was wearing a fairly thin nylon-like bra which allowed her large pinkish-brown areolas to shine through. but I turned around and handed it to her anyway. I think her hands were trembling as she unfastened the white shorts... I was surprised that she had brought her glass of wine with her and had to set it on the bedside table to accept the wispy piece of chiffon. 'Maybe she won't wear it . There could have been several reasons for the unsteadiness of her hands and I didn't bother to speculate on the cause. The shorts joined her top on the bed and she kind of folded her hands in front of the crotch of her pink thong. and started working on the fasteners of my slacks.. I thought the grey knee-hi nylons looked ridiculous with white bra and bikini panty set. but I read it to mean that we were even—both in just bras and panties—and that it was my turn to take the dressing game to the next 4 .

shrugged the straps off my shoulders. Usually it's a bright pink with a sort of iridescent quality. I felt some kind of pride or self-satisfaction that her boobs sagged too when the thin nylon support was removed.level. When I get turned on. I suffer the pain four of five times a year to keep my Brazilian in shape. Although it was very faint and reasonably well suppressed I thought I heard a bit of a squeal—squeak really. in the unaroused state. Maybe not as much as mine but at their size it was pretty much impossible for them not to. The slightly flushed peg seemed to be growing before my eyes. out of the corner of my eye I saw her bite her lip before reaching up to unhook herself. I 5 . it spreads the wings all on its own and it starts to look like a big luscious sideways smile on a mouth with an overdose of Radiance. I am proud of my womanhood and enjoy showing it off. I like to show it off and Emma's evident appreciation made my engorged clit throb. The room was swimming a little as my eyes were rotated to an extreme position in their orbits but I really didn't want to miss the unveiling. I fussed with the bra. I was still pretending not to be looking at her but I clearly saw her jerk when my vulva—waxed bald—came into view. 'cause it doesn't throb until there's no more room for the blood that's still trying to rush in). I now had an unobstructed view of her soda can bottom sized areolas with a button the diameter of a thimble pushing out from their centers. In the established process of turn-taking I stood up and stripped off my panties. (I've actually come to relish my trips to the waxing salon—but that's another story altogether). If I pull up and back I can get my little soldier to stand out about the size of the first joint of a child's finger when it's fully engorged. As I said. As the 'C' cups allowed my fifty-five year old boobs to sag to their age justified position. just a little—maybe half and inch—and are sort of dark and crinkly. (That's how I know that it's fully engorged. My inner lips protrude. Hanging the bra over the arm of the chair. I think it gives my pussy that full meaty look with out being floppy. The hood over my clit pretty much blends in with the crinkly labia. if that makes me an exhibitionist—mea culpa. I could almost feel her eyes on my tits and it made them tingle. straightening the straps and pretended not to be looking at her—which of course I was. normally. I reached up behind my back and after unfastening the hooks. the friction of the bra not only reminded me how hard my nipples were. When aroused my clit stretches the wrinkles out of it and it gets quite smooth looking. Then it occupies the upper inch or so of the crease framed by my outer lips. but sent a delicious pleasure pulse through the conduit that connected my breasts directly to my kitty. as I definitely was now.

behind which was the pink triangle still covering her sex. "How about you?" I asked. Anyone who says seen one. She was clearly still staring at my crotch. standing out like two red sewing thimbles from her textured areolas. With her attention elsewhere I gave myself permission to give my coochie a much needed squeeze (what I really wanted to do was slap it. "Do you . that's the way to go" I confided. seen 'em all ought to be sitting on a downtown street corner with a cup full of pencils. I guess she realized that it would be just as embarrassing to try to keep her cookie covered as it would be to reveal it. I added a couple of quick rotary strokes with my finger tips watching Davey's wife's tits wobble and sway in the process of removing her panties. I don't actually know what she did with them because I was one hundred percent focused on the object of my desire. but I didn't have the nerve to do that). Finally she moved her hands out of the way.. There are no two exactly alike. Her thumbs hooked the ribbon around her full hips and pushed the thong down.waited patiently (OK not so patiently) for my sister-in-law to take her turn. seizing the opportunity to give my vulva another sensuous rub.. that's too much work—waxing. nodding toward her shielding hands. She reached her lower calves and stepped out of it. When her tightly mown landing strip appeared the light throbbing between my legs mutated into a dull ache. She looked down and seemed surprised that she still had her underpants on. I could feel the heat building up as though her eyes were emitting infrared radiation. I love everything about pussies. "Oh no sweetie. so the squeeze had to do. Her hands returned to their shielding position momentarily (I think because she didn't know what else to do with them). I watched her substantial boobies get pendulous as she bent forward to push the tiny piece of material down past her knees. I am a vulva fanatic. I let my eyes drift up and got a rush when I noticed that her nipples were now fully distended. Her rapt attention gave me an excuse to touch myself. When I reached her face. Even the 'innies' have their own 6 . Without looking she tossed the panties on top of her other clothes. Standing beside the chair my eyes were focused on her hands. "Do you like it?" I asked for her opinion on my pubic coiffure—or lack of it. her blue eyes were wide and her jaw was slack. My speaking for the first time since we'd started to strip seemed to jolt her out of the trance she'd been in. The heat under my fingers was amazing. I ran my fingers over my bald mons. uh sh-shave it?" she stammered. pulling up enough to cause my throbbing button to poke out just for a split second. When Emma stood up—just for a second—her hands now holding the wispy piece of pink cloth went in front of her crotch in an instinctive display of modesty.

I realized that I was shivering. Before my swimming eyes the panties turned into the orange and grey stripped bikini bottoms. I reached down and pulled on the air around my knees. "I shave it everyday" she told me and one of her hands entered my narrow field of view. The brief peek at the crotch gusset as she stepped down into the turbulent water caused me to imagine what the hidden treasure looked like. My sister-in-law turned and bent over the bed to fold her discarded clothing. I was adjusting the see-through lace cups over my breasts. I was sure appreciating it and. I picked up the peignoir from the dresser and dropped it over my head. Straightening up I felt warmer. while simultaneously watching Emma's tits do their dance as she followed my lead and stepped into the shimmery blue bottoms of the baby-doll.. in the shape and length of the outer lips and the plumpness of the mons. I think she was regretting what she'd just said. razor edged. "What do you mean?" I probed. enjoying the way the soft material pressed and wiggled my hard nipples. Two old married women all dressed to thrill and nobody here to appreciate it.uniqueness. and then she stood up facing me again. I could feel beads of perspiration collecting along my hairline. so was Emma. The image of her bikini clad buns dissolved back into the sheer blue nightgown bottoms. "I need a refill" (she didn't. and only just barely made it out of the clam shell brackets. She picked up her wine glass from the bedside table and drained it. 'That was odd' I thought. They were thin. I felt dizzy and a little faint seeing her tushy through the virtually transparent blue of the tiny panties. It looked like a double under score.." Her voice carried a note of disappointment or frustration. It was getting hot in my bedroom. Emma's wasn't an 'innie'. "If he was here I don't think David would even notice." I gave a little chuckle at the irony of the statement. "Well look at us . judging by the look on her face. The steam rising all around her sculpted smooth legs into the coolness of the night air added to the surreal nature of the vision. her inner lips were visible in shocking pink peeking between the shaven outer ones.) Seeming to ignore my question she exited my 7 . Now we were both looking at her snatch. Her hand hovered for a second and then disappeared from view again. I think she wanted to touch it—was going to touch it—but then some deep inhibition told her that it would be inappropriate. She dropped the top part of the nightie over her head and we were dressed—at least as dressed as I intended us to be. The firm hemispheres of her of her ass were above me as she made her descent into the hot tub. Two parallel lines drawn down the middle of her pudenda.

we hardly ever .. She was trembling in my arms with her own arms still at her sides. uh. cute little sister-in-law. My will power and self control were under siege. As she was opening the second. and the way her thimble size nipples poked out against the sheer blue chiffon made it very difficult. She nodded and took another big sip. One or two escaped and ran down my back. "What did you mean Davey wouldn't notice?" She swallowed about half the glass of Merlot that she'd just poured before answering. I can't seem to . you must be so congested. I followed her into the living room and watched her drain the first bottle into her glass. but it could have just been her tipsy brain having trouble forming the words. The head shake dislodged a couple more tears. I asked her again. then I felt her nodding her head against my neck." and now she actually sobbed. uh..... you know—" "Make love" I filled in. get off that way... uh . My bottle blonde.. hesitantly. Releasing my embrace I took her by the shoulders and looked into her puffy 8 . do you need help?" At first there was no reaction. She nodded her head. Sure enough a second later the first tear tracked down her cheek. "Ever since he started this new job. apparently not able to trust her voice. standing in front of me in about as erotic and revealing an outfit as you could imagine. "Yeah!" she said through clenched teeth.. right?" I said in an upbeat tone.. we . I took the hesitancy in her voice as embarrassment. substitute?" she looked at me and shook her head in the negative with the most pathetic and at the same time adorable look on her face. we don't .. her arms came up and she hugged me back. I felt her tears on the side of my neck. "I . Impulsively I kissed them away. My pussy did a flip as the ramifications hit home... It's been over six months hasn't it?" I asked trying to remember when they'd moved. "Oh sweetheart . "But there's always your fingers . "Do ya have any toys to. Her eyes looked full and about to overflow. I took the wine glass from her...bedroom and made her way down the hall. set it on the coffee table and embraced her full front. the mashing together of our breasts made it twitch and jerk. I moved to her side and put my arm around her. was confessing to me that she was sexually frustrated. but the way her plump tits tented the baby-doll top. The slight stagger only added to the sexy sway of her mature hips as she trekked toward the wine she'd brought.. I was trying to keep my eyes on her face.... "Emma . Because she was just slightly taller and her boobs sagged a bit less Emma's hard nips felt like little rocks being pressed into the spongy softness of my upper tits. I think I intended it to be a comforting hug but it didn't comfort my aching womanhood. Slowly..

After taking a shaky breath she said. She sniffled and I handed her a tissue from the box on the end table. Although they were quite naked. My thumbs rotated up to stroke over her semi erect nipples. and the trepidation was back. I could feel the goose bumps under my palms.. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to" I offered her a way out as I continued to caress her upper legs. Kneeling in front of her I ran my hands up the tops of her thighs. "Do you want my help?" It didn't take a psychic to see the turmoil going on inside. Immediately below that. woman. Her heavy breasts pushed the flowing top outward away from her ribs. "Ahhhhgghhahh" she wailed as the rubbery pegs rose to their former magnificence. was curiosity and lust.. "I've never . uh. which was less than two steps away. "Can we take this off sweetie?" I asked as I was lifting. As I lifted my hands toward her succulent tits it was like an orchestra conductor raising the volume of the string section. She screamed and her knees buckled so I put my hands under her arms and guided her to the couch. enjoying their silky smoothness.eyes. The natural sag caused them to point somewhat outward. Emma didn't answer but raised her arms over her head when required to complete the removal. with. The plump protrusions were as big as my thumb—bigger. I gripped the bottom of the baby-doll chiffon. I was seeing her boobs nestled into the stripped bikini top. it was supporting and fueling the curiosity and suppressing the fear. I cradled the weight of the fleshy orbs in my hands and lifted just enough to feel my fingers embed in their sponginess.. Her nipples seemed less evident than they'd been when we arrived from the bedroom. The one that seemed closest to the surface was fear—maybe tinged with embarrassment or shame. Emma groaned and tipped her head back while I gently squeezed.. for some reason.. She didn't respond so I let my hands drift to the outside of her hips where I began to finger the waistband of her panties. "Oh God Jackie I'm so fucking wet" she said and her hips were squirming. I felt like the alcohol was on my side. The subtle high frequency vibration was accompanied by a not so subtle feeling of extreme heat all through my pelvis. I gave my head a shake." We were eye to eye and there were so many emotions in that look it was hard to recognize them all. My pussy was singing—humming actually because it doesn't know the words. She made guttural noises as I rolled and teased them before taking each between my finger and thumb and giving them a firm squeeze accompanied by a twisting motion. My eyes drifted down to the front of the nightie. 9 . and fighting to be heard. "I know you haven't sweetheart" I comforted and began stroking up and down on her upper arms—which were bare. My sister-in-law looked down at me. She wiped her nose and dabbed her eyes.. been with . another .

. 'She wasn't kidding about being wet' I thought as some of her lubrication trickled down the inside of one of her butt cheeks. I continued to apply force to her knees until her legs were about as wide apart as they could go. just relax and let me help you. Above me I was aware that she was pulling the blue chiffon over her head.. Her next wail was louder and higher. I had been looking up at her face.. A stream of nectar oozed out and rolled dead center into the rear crack... nobody ever .. I didn't need an answer and I didn't get one. oh my God" she murmured." "Oh God . The thumb of my other hand stroked over the ridge at the top of her crease.... The thin bright pink inner lips were evidently trying to stay closed but they failed.. Threads of her juices were stretched across the chasm between them.. I carefully examined the ridge that presented itself above where the delicate labia met.. oh . There was no way I could resist bringing the saturated crotch up to my nose and mouth. About half way between her crotch and her knees I began to apply some outward pressure—she was resisting."Let me help you" I encouraged as I started to pull on the bikinis. my hands were once again on her thighs... I joined a second finger with the first and held them rigid allowing her to butt fuck herself on them. I've never . With my hands on the insides of her groin I ran my thumbs up and down the plumpness of her outer lips which seemed to cause her vagina to overflow.. oh Jesus . My hands were near her knees when I felt her leg muscles begin to release.. arrrgh . "Ohhhh fuck!" she moaned as her pussy parted even wider. "Oh . and then started back down.. I slipped my forearms under her thighs and tugged her hips forward to the edge of the sofa seat. Smearing the pussy juice on her backdoor she yelped and squirmed. gauging her reaction but as her legs parted my attention naturally dropped. She lifted her butt to facilitate the removal of sheer blue baby-doll bottoms. "Relax honey . When her hips pitched forward it forced my exploring digit up her ass all the way past the second knuckle. I licked at her tangy sweetness and deeply inhaled the scent of her arousal before returning to the task at hand. The gorgeous slit I'd seen from a disadvantageous angle in the bedroom was now blooming right before my eyes. oh . feeling 10 . Dropping the flimsy piece of material. AGHH!" "Davey never plays with your bum?" I asked pressing a finger into the clenched sphincter. Once again there was a moment of hesitation.. She screamed again and her hips began to pump. It was hard to tell if the expression on her face was one of fear or anticipation. I slid them all the way up to her groin. I put two fingers of my right hand into the shadowy hot groove.

the gristly firmness of her clit under the slippery flap that covered it. Her face looked anguished but I knew that it was the expression of unbearable pleasure. Her hand found my breast and began squeezing and stroking. The somewhat stretchy material descended easily and in a few seconds she had my breasts exposed. I felt her fingers on the shoulder straps of my gown and was delighted when she started to lower them down my arms. I penetrated her mouth and explored the hot interior while she did the same to mine. Her boobs secure in the lined top that hid her nipples and her coochie out of view under the crotch gusset. Our tongues met in mid air and twirled around each other. I didn't notice Emma moving until her lips were on mine. Her climax came with rapid violent thrusts of her hips and major shaking and tremors in her legs. With her orgasm faded to a pleasant memory I closed my eyes and allowed myself to take stock. My knees were getting sore so I twisted around and sat sort of on my hip supporting my weight on my locked arm. I wanted to maintain the sensual kiss but the sensations coursing through me made me put my head back and moan. I looked up over my sister-in-law's naked body and saw her in the stripped bikini again. Pinching my tumescent nip through the lace started the stream of pleasure pulses flowing through the conduit that connected my tits directly to my pussy. The violence subsided. It should have been obvious by the way her tongue lapped at various places on my lower face in between the tender sucking kisses. I had lost track of my own arousal while I was pleasuring my lover. There was a muted hum between my legs and my nipples were tingly. I wondered how she was liking it. Very softly and tenderly she was gently sucking my mouth. Experience told me that this wasn't going to last very long. I took my fingers out of her ass but continued to apply pressure to the root of her clit with my thumb as the aftershocks rocked her. With my weight still resting on my left arm I brought my right hand up to caress my boobie through the lacy top of the black peignoir. At some point it occurred to me that she was tasting her own juices—and probably for the first time. She was a really good kisser. My eyes were still closed and I just sat there enjoying the sensual feel of her lips. As usual. I lowered my head and captured the upper third of my sister-in-law's vulva in my mouth and started sucking. The 11 . The sound seemed to make its way up from somewhere around my navel and came out as a deep groan. I blinked a few times but the suit wouldn't go away. I finally opened my eyes to find my naked sister-in-law lying on her side on the couch in front of me. My flaccid pleasure button stiffened under my fingers and the tingle turned into an itchy ache. I rotated my eyes up still latched onto her pussy to see her aggressively squeezing her tits and pulling at her huge nipples.

and was gonna need attention soon. It occurred to me that this was the first tit she'd sucked since she was weaned thirty-eight or so years ago. I felt the throb in my pussy signifying that my pleasure button was at full erection. As I immersed myself in the familiar masturbation routine the vision of my sister-in-law's stripped bikini clad butt hovering over me as she climbed into the hot tub appeared on the inside of my closed eyelids. Although I regretted ending the tantalizing tongue bath my boobs were getting I just had to attend to my need directly so I lay down on the floor. areola and as much of my breast as she could handle into her mouth.annoying orange and grey stripped bikini had dematerialized again. The new spears of delight that arrived in my kitty dissolved into an ache and I knew I wasn't going to be able to take this much longer. It wasn't the first time I'd jilled off with that image in my head. Her 12 . The grunts turned into a long moan and my head tipped back again as she captured my sensitive nubbin between her lips and sucked on it. My position did not provide very free access to my crotch so I made do with stroking my inner thigh. She moved from one tit to the other dragging her tongue over the fullness of my tingling boobies. Emma had already lowered the top so the whole of the peignoir was now bunched up between my lower ribs and my hips. The waves of pleasure were like warm honey being poured over me. pulling my nipple. As if she'd read my mind she sucked on me hard. For a moment or two I completely forgot about Emma. but it was biologically possible. That brought me to thinking that I was old enough to be her mother—just barely. I let my knees fall outward and went to work on my womanhood with both hands. My other hand had been stroking the back of her beach blonde spiky moussed hair. Now I used that hand to lift the hem of the peignoir and seek out the center of my need. My eyes opened—as they sometimes do when I'm diddling—and there was that pretty face with the spiky blonde hair over hanging the edge of my couch. Leaning off the edge of the couch with her upper body she licked my areola and swirled her tongue around the peg in the center. I was still leaning on one arm. She managed to traverse the short distance—maybe a foot or so—between my tits and the sofa. On my back I brought my heels up to my butt which caused the lower half of my gown to fall in a tangled heap across my tummy. The slow motion replay allowed me plenty of time to examine the way the suit stretched over her vulva obscuring her most private place. Sharp jolts hit my clit causing me to grunt repeatedly. My right made rapid circular movements on top of my bulging clit hood while the left teased my lower lips and tickled over my perineum and poked at my anus.

"Ohhhhh!" the younger woman between my legs wailed and I noticed that she was squeezing her tits. "What do you think sweetie?" I asked parting my slippery folds with the fingers of my right hand.. As I was speaking I began to let my index finger stroke over the strained little flap of skin that covered my love button.. "Look all you want sweetheart" I encouraged "its something I really enjoy myself . She placed her hands on my plump outer lips either side of my crease. it's OK . I would have characterized hers as fascination. I clenched my fingers hard enough to make the little jellybean stand straight out. I had a vague idea what my facial expression was. I don't know if she somehow sensed that I'd opened my eyes or if she'd been alternating her attention between my pussy and my face the whole time. and for the first time since she'd wiggled off the couch and stationed herself between my legs.... I could feel that her hands were trembling as they rested on my groin. When my clit popped into view the shaking amplified.. "Do you want to touch it .. Emma slithered off the sofa and positioned herself between my widely spread legs." Her amazingly wide eyes seemed to get even wider. I've never. She was staring at my pussy.. her wide blue eyes never leaving my obscenely spread womanhood. have you honey?" I said merely filling in her missing words. "I . I have looked at my own sex enough to know exactly what she was seeing. exposing its hidden treasure. not interfering with my right hand that was still holding the folds apart and very lightly stroking my pulsating clit. Slowly she was extending her arms like she was approaching a fire—and she wasn't far wrong. uh . "Right here honey . She had a bird's eye view of my fingers mashing into the spongy softness of my bald vulva. I've hardly ever even. "Mmmmm" she moaned as though just the peripheral contact with my vulva thrilled her.... Her shaking hands moved toward my crotch as though they were testing the air to see how hot it was. It was as though she was checking to see if I was serious. In either case our eyes met. you can if you want to.. "You've never seen another woman's pussy . she looked up at my face. my own" she gasped out. uh. 13 . touch me right here" I suggested and pulled back on my prepuce. She shook her head.... but let me warn you it can be addictive" the last part came out as a chuckle. uh .cheek was nearly touching my left thigh... Her tongue was peeking out from between her lips. looked at . As if the eye contact was a cue..

Hi Hon' 14 . I can tell from the angle that it's late morning. Back in the kitchen I'm thinking coffee and aspirin will make this easier to work through. Without the tension being applied my clit receded back under its cover.I didn't know what to expect. The bed is neatly made the door to the ensuite bath is open—nobody in there either.. she descended. A great wild rush of joy swept over me and I took my hand out of her way. I don't know where I am. I'm so tired . I had set my expectations too low. The sun is on the top of my head. I just have to sleep . I go to open the freezer. 'The peignoir' I think but it comes up to cover my shoulders much too easily. The second wave completely overwhelmed me. I don't cum this hard very often but when it happens the whole world disappears. I didn't dare get my hopes too high. 'too much wine' I think. I feel cold and tug at the material that seems to be bunched near my waist. where I keep the coffee. Her mouth covered the upper part of my womanhood which at that moment included my fingers.... I sit down at the table with it. Just when I thought I might have to finish the job myself. which pulled it back out. It was quick—as thought once she'd made the decision she couldn't wait to get on with it. I glance in as I shuffle by readjusting my toga—empty. I have to wake up.. 'why am I sleeping on the couch? Maybe my sister-in-law is in the bedroom?' I go to get up and realize that I am naked under the thin sheet. spread my slippery juices over it and tease me to ecstasy. I had enough experience to know that sometimes at the worst possible moment a fledgling lesbian would succumb to cold feet.. Dressed like a Roman Emperor I drag myself to the bedroom. Wrapping it around me I call out for Emma again even though my head nearly explodes and I make it to the kitchen. but one thing was certain—now that my erect nubbin was out something had to be done—and soon! I hoped she would stroke it gently. Nobody—nothing. The main bathroom door is open. 'Where's Emma' I call out her name which causes my head to hammer. Bright colorful lights flashed behind my closed eyes and I know I was screaming... I open my eyes and see the light streaming in through the living room window.. It's hot pretty soon it'll be in my eyes . but that was OK because my sister-in-law instinctively began to suck. When her tongue pressed on it. and see the note. began to swirl around it my uterus exploded sending hot shrapnel in every direction. for a couple of minutes..

I've gone to the lumber yard to pick up some brackets to fix the back deck— should be back by 15 .' An idea came to me 'the empty wine bottles with the Kangaroo on the label!' I went in search of them.. Love. We had to come back early because Davey got a call.groups. I hope they're paying him enough money to put up with this shit. 'There's no mention of Emma . Email: jw1137@hotmail. Feedback is very important and I always respond to it but I do not initiate. some crisis at the More stories by JW can be found here: Jack I read it three times. I didn't want to disturb you. that's odd—isn't it?' Then a chilling thought occurred 'Could I have dreamt the whole thing?' My stomach twisted into a knot. Fact or fantasy--you decide. 'Why . It didn't make sense.. Anyway you were sleeping so peacefully this morning. how could I have made all that up? There must be a way to know for sure. __________________________________________________________ I hope you will let me know if you like my compositions [and if you don't].