4 comments/ 97619 views/ 9 favorites Sister in Law Ch. 01 By: StoryTeller07 Brenda looked at her friend, Susan, in dismay. Susan's sister had walked into the kitchen ignoring her as though she weren't there. She had given Susan a lecture on how to make a 'proper' salad dressing as though talking to a child. Susan was a twenty-five year old married woman not some newly wed needing advice. Besides how dare the woman embarrass Susan in front of a friend like that? "Who does she think she is?" Brenda spluttered indignantly. "Why didn't you say something, Sue?" "It's not worth it Bren. She'll just give my brother a hard time when they get home." Susan sighed. "I guess I'm used to her rudeness. It's always the same at family parties. She likes to boss everyone around. She likes to have things done her way and my brother spoils her too much." She was about to say she was all right in her own way but couldn't think of any redeeming features to tell her friend, so kept quiet. "Are you going to let her get away with that, that rudeness?" Brenda chipped in. She was upset for her. Angry now the woman had left not even offering to help with preparation for the buffet. "My brother is fed up with her nagging and bossy attitude but what can I do?" "I'll think of something." Brenda chuckled. Susan looked down at the chopping board, deftly slicing tomatoes, not wanting to encourage her. She knew what devious tricks Brenda could conjure up from past experience. She just hoped she would forget about it and enjoy the party. Susan sighed on hearing the tyrants voice from the garden loudly finding fault with something, yet again. *** On the landing outside the bathroom Brenda waited for her victim. "Hi Judy. Nice dress." The sister was wearing a light summer dress showing off her model slim figure. Besides the superior attitude this was another thing that annoyed Brenda. Men stared when Judy walked into a room oblivious to the haughty manner in which she approached everyone. Brenda and Susan were often mistaken for sisters with their dark short hair framing a round face with large hazel eyes. They were attractive but without Judy's large breasts and long legs they didn't get the same kind of attention. Judy was thirty, how did she manage to keep such a marvellous figure? "I've not seen such a fine silk. Where did you to get it? It's adorable." Brenda asked, while lifting the hem to take a closer look. Taken aback at such familiarity Judy snapped. "I don't think that matters you can't afford it. It's a designer dress. Louis designed it for me. Now let go I need to make sure John isn't drinking too much." Brenda watched the harridan stomp down the stairs. Brenda smiled to her self. It was a reminder of their college days together when she would cajole Susan into carrying out pranks on classmates. Had she done this for Susan or old times sake? It didn't matter either way. The garden party was in full swing after a few drinks when Susan and Brenda finally had the food laid out on a trestle table. Everyone civilly lined up to take a plate except Judy. The snob was probably too fastidious to help her self to a mere garden buffet. Susan smiled with delight at how the weather had held and how well friends and family were mingling. She saw Judy turn to her husband, obviously to tell him off about something. She gasped. Taking a step toward the woman she was stopped with a firm grip to her elbow. "A nice party Susan. It's going well." Brenda said, with a little giggle. "You did that! You're terrible. I'll have to tell her." She hissed. "Why you? Leave it to someone else." She said, casually. The back of Judy's dress was tucked into a belt revealing the bottom half of her panties. As each of the men sat with their plates of food they took a mouthful and looked up, chewing contentedly. Brenda watched them. One by one they noticed Judy. Brenda couldn't help chuckling quietly at their reactions. One poor chap choked and dropped the plate in his lap. The panties were drawn tight between a pair of firm cheeks that peeked out from around the white cotton. Brenda was envious how such an ordinary pair of knickers looked so sexy on the woman. The instant dislike was turning into something more lasting. She stood looking with amusement at the men's faces. On her fingers she ticked off a list of naughty pranks that needed reviving from college days. No one, not even the wives said a thing to Judy all afternoon. Those that knew her wouldn't and those who didn't probably thought she was an exhibitionist or just kinky. "I've got to say something." Susan whispered to Brenda. They watched Judy bending over her husband showing a tight little bottom. With such slim legs she was showing a little too much. A purse of white cotton was pushed between her thighs. Wives were nudging their husbands; warning them not to stare while others shared the joke. The disdain and indulgent smirks spread around the garden. Eventually John, her husband, noticed what had happened. He stood up and guided her onto a garden seat. Brenda almost cracked up at the sight of astonishment on Judy's face when her nearly bare bottom came into contact with the rough garden bench. With a hand over her mouth Brenda tried not to choke on a mouthful of chicken sandwich. In perfect silence Judy sat avoiding everyone's eye mortified at what she had revealed. Wishing to shrink from view she hung her head in shame hiding her face in long auburn hair. She wanted to squirm in consternation at making such a humiliating blunder yet managed to sit perfectly still not daring to look up. Everyone had enjoyed her discomfiture now they left her alone. The conversations and laughter became a little subdued for a while but then it was time to leave and friends began to say their farewells. *** "No Brenda. That was more than enough. Poor Judy was devastated. She was humiliated and on top of that her self image of perfection was dented too." Susan admonished her friend, though not too convincingly. "Just get on with the clearing up and keep out of trouble." She knew Brenda well enough, that given the chance this wouldn't be the last of it. What had happened to Judy was nothing compared to the devilish games they had played in the past. *** A month after the garden party the two friends were in Blackpool preparing for a night out. They had decided to wear schoolgirl outfits. Not too racy but short enough to suit their plan. After her brother had confided that their marriage was a disaster Susan finally relented to pressure from Brenda so was ready to help. "I don't drink Brenda. I'm just here to make sure you don't lead Susan astray. You will need someone sensible to look out for you too, if you ask me." Judy said imperiously. "Well thank you Judy. You can't wear that expensive dress though. It will get ruined. Just try this outfit on. Come on be a darling and get into the spirit of things. I've got your favourite drink here, Cranberry juice." Brenda sweet-talked the harridan with the help of Susan into changing. Brenda was surprised how naïve the older woman was under all the bluster. The schoolgirls outfit was hardly sexy. The grey gabardine skirt was long, something old fashioned, not the saucy outfit expected of girls out on the town. Not that they thought of themselves as girls any more. In the taxi Brenda told her. "You had better drink this juice. You won't be able to take it in with you and it's hot in those clubs." Brenda winked at Susan. "Everyone looks so young in here, Bren." Susan shouted over the noise. "I think its time." Brenda shouted back, pointing at Judy. She was nodding her head with the music clearly inebriated. Not in time with it but then what was the rhythm of that cacophony of sound. Sitting either side of Judy they gently pulled at a line of loose cotton in the skirt. Carefully they pulled the stitching until a roll of material fell away leaving Judy sitting in a micro miniskirt. "You look hot Judy. Loosen a couple of buttons on that blouse. Here let me help." Discreetly Brenda popped the loosely sewn buttons into the palm of her hand preventing the blouse from being closed up again. Judy smiled broadly. "This music, it's great." She slurred. "It's time to leave." Brenda shouted. "Oh! Right. Can't be too late." Judy shouted back, nearly falling backwards. "I'll be glad to be shot of this music." Susan said. "Where are we off to next?" "Somewhere quieter." Brenda replied. The two women guided Judy through the throng of tightly packed party animals. Each of them felt their age seeing the young set gyrating to the sounds they called music. "Where's Judy?" Susan asked. "Thought you had a hold of her." Brenda answered. They looked back at the crowd not wanting to push their way through into the heaving mass of bodies. "Why did we come here in the first place?" Susan complained. "To get her disorientated with the loud noise and flashing lights. The alcohol alone wouldn't work so well. We need her soused and relaxed." Brenda stated. "Come on we had better find her. We'll probably just end up carrying her home. I still don't see the point of it all." Susan said. "Bloody hell! You'll all have to give me a hand." Brenda shouted. On the dance floor Judy was sandwiched between two young men. It took the two friends a while to realise it was Judy even though they had dressed her. Or was it stripping her. White panties were flashing with every movement. Her breasts were heaving up into an impressive cleavage. Brenda wondered how such a thin stick supported such large breasts. Brenda waved at her and took a video of her with the phone when she waved back. The two young men were lewdly rubbing themselves against her back and front. One of them had a clear view down her top and was leering at the ample pair. He seemed ready to pounce. She lolled between them looking as though she would fall without their support. The two friends tried to prise her from between the two young men. They held onto her body not wanting to let go as though she were a prize. One had his hands around her holding onto her breasts while the other groped her bottom. They both ground their hardness against her with the pulse of the music booming out. Judy looked bewildered and in distress. They couldn't leave her with them in such a helpless state. Brenda pulled her top open flashing them. While the two strangers were distracted Susan made off with Judy. "Come on Judy. The fresh air will do you good." Susan told her drunken sister. Making an exaggerated attempt to stand straight she announced. "I never drink. See I'm perfectly alright." She didn't sound right and Brenda was discreetly propping her up. Brenda guided them to a quieter, up market club, designed for the older more sophisticated clientele. The décor matched its ambitions, as did the prices. The building was on several floors each divided into small discreet rooms with comfortable sofas. Only the clientele fell short. The members were mostly middle class women out for a desperate one-night fling and ageing lotharios trawling for a victim. Judy fell back onto a leather sofa giggling inanely with legs splayed indelicately. Brenda went off to the bar while Susan went in search of the restroom. The two friends returned at the same moment to find their charge gone. "Bloody hell! How did she move out of that sofa? I thought she was legless." They split up in search of her. *** "I'm George by the way. Hi! Judy. Do you come here often?" He laughed. Still befuddled she laughed along with him following his lead in a slow dance. She tried to stop his wondering hands only her reactions were just too slow. "I need the rest room." She croaked. With an arm firmly wrapped around her waist he guided her through the labyrinth of rooms and corridors. 'I wish I had some breadcrumbs.' She thought with a girlish giggle. He guided her into the men's room telling her. "The ladies are always too busy so this will be quicker. No one will disturb us here its too out of the way." *** The two friends met up at the dance floor. "There's no sign of her. Perhaps we missed her on the way to the loo. I'll get back to the restroom then try the ladies upstairs. You wait at the exit and ask if anyone has seen her. She's got to be here somewhere." Brenda told Susan. Adding under her breath. "I hope." *** Judy bent over the toilet bowl to gush some of the earlier meal. Feeling a little better she quickly sobered up on feeling her panties slide down her legs. He had his hands on her hips bending over her so she couldn't stand. Swaying she gripped the toilet bowl with both hands to steady her body and swirling mind. "No! Please don't. I'll scream." She said in a panic, the words rushing out without thought. "Don't do it to me down there. Let me kiss you. Please! Let me take it in my mouth." She pleaded. Somehow she turned around while he hesitated. She sank to her knees with his penis wagging in her face. Looking up past, what seemed an enormous erection, she saw a fearful determination in his face. Through the fear she thought this to be the lesser of two evils. She couldn't let some stranger do this to her either. She felt as though she would pass out. How did she make that dreadful suggestion? Judy was regretting this frightful alternative thinking it might have been more tolerable letting him do it behind her back. His hands gripped her hair. With no way out of the disgusting task she told herself again that at least he wouldn't have her down there. Closing her eyes on the terrible situation she almost blacked out. Judy staggered out of the cubicle and grabbed at the sink. Swaying slightly she splashed cold water over her face. In the mirror she saw a large shape loom up behind her. "What are you doing in here?" The wall of a man demanded. The security guy took in the two of them and decided on his action in an instant. He scooped the woman up over his shoulder in a fireman's lift and backed out of the door. Having past experience of drunken women he had no patience left to coax them out. It would take too long trying to get her back to the exit so decided to simply carry her out and dump her in a taxi. She could pay for the ride home one way or another. The quickest way out was across the dance floor. Men and women stopped to applaud and laugh at the not too uncommon sight. What was different was the bare bottom over his shoulder. Someone just couldn't resist so the march across the dance floor became a procession of slaps across her bare cheeks. Followed by a cheer the doorman pushed his way out of the dance room and marched into the foyer. "If she belongs to you then take her out of here quick before I have her arrested for soliciting." The towering block of a man told Susan. Susan smoothed down Judy's little skirt as best she could and half dragged her out into the neon lights hoping Brenda would appear quickly. She needed help. Brenda joined them after following the procession across the dance floor with her camera phone. "Straight home Brenda. No more tricks. Just get a taxi." Susan demanded. *** Next morning Judy was nursing a hangover. In small doses, between sips of orange juice, she told them what had happened. "I vomited over him. If I hadn't he would have. You know. It was dreadful. I've never done that to anyone, not even John." Brenda was disappointed where as Susan was relieved it hadn't gone too far. After all this was her brothers' wife. Still, the image of this stuck up bitch in the toilets on her knees before a stranger was somehow amusing. "You won't tell anyone will you? Someone must have spiked my drink. I've read about it but never thought it would happen to me." She said. The friends looked at each other with guilty grins on their faces. At breakfast Brenda asked. "So, do we leave it at that? She seems contrite now but as soon as she gets home she'll be back to her old self. Come on Susan. We could save their marriage." "Bren, you don't want to save a marriage, all you want to do is play your old games. We're twenty-five not sixteen any more." "Well we could give your brother something to divorce her for. She won't get so much from him if he has good grounds. We have those pictures from last night as a start. If we get more ammunition we can hold it over her." Susan thought about it. "What did you have in mind?" *** "I'm not sure about this. I'm just not used to this kind of thing." Judy complained. "That's the whole problem Judy. You haven't lived. You didn't have a youthful burst of fun. Trust me. We'll teach you how to have fun and you'll be more experienced in recognising trouble. Besides it's the price for us keeping quiet about what happened last night. Stop complaining and do as your told." Brenda said. To add insult to injury Judy had to buy, what she thought were awful clothes, on her credit card. They dressed her up and had her walking around the store. In a little pink flared dress, more suited to a nursery than a cocktail party, she sheepishly paraded for them. Following them around the store her only consolation was no one she knew was likely to be there. Like a young sister she trailed along hiding her face in shame. "Come along sweaty. We'll buy you some sweets if you're a good girl. If your not I'll put you over my knee." Brenda giggled. The woman at the perfume counter looked her over in derision. Judy wondered what she thought was going on. Judy had smooth pale skin, a youthful, look but her breasts were too big for her to be mistaken as a young girl. With every movement the little dress revealed a pair of frilly knickers adding to her embarrassment. They moved on through the store. "Here we are." Brenda announced. Earlier she had briefed a friend to open the child minding area. "We'll leave you here dear while we have a coffee. Nigel will get you lemonade if you're good, otherwise. If she doesn't do as she's told put her over your knee for a good spanking Nigel." She winked at him. Judy looked as though she would burst with rage. On seeing the camera phone dangling from Brenda's fingers she bit her tongue. She would have to play along. Dressed like a silly little girl she was going nowhere and they had her credit cards too. Nigel was a college friend and she knew what he liked from her own experience with him. She had arranged this in mind and he was forceful enough not to take any nonsense from Judy. Judy wasn't going to get on the floor to play with toys or sit on one of the little plastic seats, no way. "You'll do as your told or I'll put you over my knee for a spanking." He said. His tone telling her he meant it and was waiting for an excuse to do just that. With a face red as beetroot she crawled along the floor among the smells where young children had played. She could feel his eyes upon her panties watching her. He sat with arms folded admiring her arse bobbing along as she crawled before him. He would rather she was dressed in more adult clothing but this was the arrangement. He had agreed to humiliate her and that was enough for him. Unless she gave him an excuse then it would be red bottom time. "Where back little sweaty. It's time for a change." Brenda told her. "Did she behave herself? Perhaps she should have a good spanking to make sure she does as she's told this afternoon." Judy saw the look of glee in his face and relented. "OK! I'll do as I'm told, just get me out of here." The two friends looked her up and down. She was standing awkwardly, unsure of herself, in another of the outfits they had chosen for her. It was perfect. Red high heels, a red miniskirt, a white boob tube, with nothing but a red thong underneath. She looked a perfect slut. They hadn't let her look in a mirror otherwise she might have balked at such outrageous clothes. They had both donned similar get-ups only less blatant. Sister in Law Ch. 01 Whether real or imagined, I felt a sexual tension with my sister Adele. She is an American born Italian who married my brother-in-law twenty-one years ago. They have a son and daughter. She is attractive having long black hair that frames a pretty face with expressive eyes and an up-turned nose. She fights the Italian gene, constantly dieting but still developing a pear shaped body with small breasts and a larger butt. Like other Catholics I have known she is both devote and fearful of many things in life. She is devoted to her kids and as a soccer mom constantly dotes on their every whim chauffeuring them around town and putting her own needs on hold. She is generally regarded within the family as a bit on the dim side at times. I felt empathy for her seeing her children and husband holding her up for ridicule that makes her quite insecure. I have wondered if some of this sexual behavior with me is a passive aggressive attempt for some personal affirmation. When I came into the family, I was one of the few who actually listened to her and tried giving her some much needed validation. I started to notice a change in our interaction. A chaste kiss on the cheek in greeting was replaced by a brief lip to lip one. She became more touchy feely with a slight touch on my arm or knee as we talked. It was all innocent and yet a change in her usual withdrawn self. She uncharacteristically started wearing a short denim skirt at family functions during the summer. The banter continued as we had our first drink. I kept noticing her husband would admonish her to cover up at least once when he caught me glancing toward her thighs. Her tops too have become more revealing. She seemed to color slightly but did not hold her scooped top in at the neck as she previously had Dane. Such were our little moments a series of disconnected vignettes that fed a growing fantasy. She came to sit next to me at a family dinner as we discussed a particularly stressful time at home. My demure sister was smiling wolfishly almost whispering the advice: "You should go home, have a massage and some hot sex." In disbelief I looked around seeing that no one else had paid her any attention. I leaned closer and said, "I should what?" while placing my hand casually on her arm. Putting her lips close to my ear so that I could feel the hot breath, she repeated, "Hot sex?" When I stammered something about that being a distant memory lately, she added, "I know what you mean!" I was nearly bursting from my hard on and became thankful that we did not move to go home right away. At one point she rose from the table as we moved to the living room and stood behind me massaging my shoulders. I turned after a minute of two to say, "Well that's one part of your advice accomplished with your help. Anything else that I can look forward to...." "No!" She hastily retreated to the couch joining the others. As it turned out the next time that I saw her was at out cottage in thesummer. The first thing that I noticed when she got out of the car was her blue lace panty. As the adults were bantering back and forth, I related a story that had happened a week or so ago with our French neighbors at the lake. I commented that she was carelessly sitting wearing some kind of shift with either no panties or fur-lined ones underneath. That was greeted with a chorus of derision. A couple of minutes later as I was getting snacks from the kitchen, I turned to find her sitting in my easy chair. I thought it unusual since she is quick to help. She was flashing that same fringe of blue and caught my gaze. Smiling she said, "Don't worry, I'm wearing panties, see!" With that she raised the hem of her skirts showing the high cut lace front! I was speechless. She just smiled and shimmied out of the room. As the evening wore on the drinks flowed freely and the conversation turned louder. We had arranged that the kids would spend the night in our camper. They left the adults as soon as they could leaving my wife, Adele and Dan by the fire near the lake.Adele wanted to see the garden up the road from the cottage before we lost the light completely. The four of us walked up the path and did a quick inspection. As usual, she asked lots of questions – so many that Jill and Dan drifted away and headed back. She stooped to look and smell several varieties of flowers and I was treated to a long and clear view down her top to her cupped globes. As she stood looking at the garden I positioned myself behind her to better inspect the lace cups of the bra visible from my vantage point. "Yes, I'm wearing a bra, too!" she said in a teasing tone of voice. I then noticed that we were clearly reflected in the window of the greenhouse by the garden. I flushed deeply but managed to say, "It is a beautiful view!" "Oh you" she answered bumping into me knocking me on my heels. "Watch it or I'll fall for you!" I said stumbling slightly and then reaching to hold onto her shoulders for support. Neither of us pulled away as I instinctively massaged her neck. "Umm, nice. I could get used to this." Voices called us to join them by the fire. We walked back up the path with me slightly trailing, hiding my erection and her giving me a view first of her ass as she bent down and then her tits as she pivoted toward me. It is inconceivable that she did not notice the effect her little show was having on me. That night was a restless one. I was the last to bed but soon after gave up trying to sleep. I was watching television with the sound almost completely off. She opened the spare bedroom door emerging in a fuzzy blue robe done up to her chin. She smiled shaking her head slightly and turned to go into the bathroom. Instead of returning to her room, she came over to where I was sitting and sat on the sofa beside my easy chair. "Can't sleep?" "No I can't and it's your fault!" she said with a smile. "Too many drinks give me a headache." I noticed her pained expression and my eyes dropped automatically as she crossed her legs letting the robe open above her knee. She just shook her head saying, "I better watch it or I'll get your neighbor's reputation!" She opened the robe before pulling it closed giving me a microsecond of a flash of bush. "My lips are sealed. Can I get you anything for your headache?" "Sure - stop that," she said pointing toward the closed bedroom doorway where loud snoring emanated from within. "After you stop that", I responded indicating Jill's snore behind our closed door. We laughed. "Would a neck rub help?" She regarded me suspiciously with a grin taking over her features. "Where do you want me?" With raised eyebrows, I said, "Let's just say I'll settle for here," moving a footstool in front of me. She moved to the stool, sweeping her hair up and then over one shoulder so that it hung down her front. I rubbed heat into my palms and started to slowly rub the junction of her head and neck in back and forth motions. I pressed my thumbs at the base of her neck lifting slightly. She groaned assuring me that the massage was working. I moved her collar slightly to get at the lower part of her neck and over to one shoulder. One hand carefully worked under her hair. "Is it helping?" "It's great. Don't stop on my account." I moved her hair back so that it hung behind her and then moved my finger tips to her forehead. I moved my fingers together and apart smoothing her brow. She moved back toward my knees. By spreading them slightly, she was more reclined back with her head almost on my lap. I wondered if she could feel the lump at her back. I continued to work on her forehead and occasionally drew circles down her cheeks and around her ears. Her ears seemed particularly sensitive. I rubbed around each and gently pulled the lobes in unison ending by rubbing the backs as I came back to her face. I lightly traced her eyes putting some pressure by the bridge of her nose and then over each eye. I was noticing how the angle of her head had caused a slight billowing of the robe at her neck and experimented with combinations of movements that improved my view of her bare breasts – well the tops anyway. I nearly poked her eyes as my wife's voice said, 'Me next?" She stood smiling at the open door to our room and made her way out toward the bathroom. Startled but too relaxed to jump up, Adele said, "You're lucky to have him to yourself." There was no reply as the bathroom door closed. With two soft 'buddy' pats on her shoulders, I said, "I guess that's as far as we can go tonight – maybe another time?" "That's a deal, Rick." Before they left the next day, we made plans to repeat the stay before the first snowfall. Jill was back to work and Dan's holidays would not start for another two weeks which meant that Adele would have some alone time at her lake about an hours drive away cross country from ours. Her daughter was working at the nearby lake community so they would be there on their own during the week. Dan commented on how much she hated being alone there and issued an open invitation that I was welcome to drop by for a change of scenery. "Or, better yet spend the night. There's an extra room." "You never know I may just take you up on that. Talk to you later, to see if that would work for you Adele." After replaying the events of the weekend, I called her to gauge her mood and receptiveness. The moment had obviously passed as there was no invitation to come by. She did express nervousness because her daughter was spending the night with a friend on Wednesday night. Interesting disclosure I thought. She had become quite the tease. I ended with, "Well give me a call if you decide you want some company. I'll trade supper for the rest of the massage." "Tempting but I should be okay." Wednesday morning followed my third restless night. I made a decision. I grabbed my swimsuit and tee shirt. On impulse I took one of my magic blue pills thinking that I was probably setting myself up for a world class hard on that would last most of the afternoon and result in frustration. I called on my cell phone, "Get the coffee on I'm about ten miles away." Click. As I got out of the car I was greeted from the doorway. I noticed that she was wearing the denim short skirt and what appeared to be her one piece bathing suit. I was feeling somewhat apprehensive unsure as to her reaction of my short message and uninvited visit. "What kept you?" she said turning inside and heading for the coffee pot. "Mostly it was the speed limit and trying to keep from looking too desperate." As I reached the kitchen, I stepped in front of her and smiled. I reached forward and pulled her to me in a quick embrace. "I guess I'm just happy to see you ....and your skirt." I gave her my best lecherous smile. Breaking the hug she gave me a knowing look. "Maybe we can go for a swim later?" she added gesturing toward her clothes and my suit. "Later? You mean like after a massage?" "No more like later, after Lori picks up her overnight bag at noon." I can handle an hour I thought. We had our coffee and were making awkward small talk when the door opened. About half an hour later with goodbyes exchanged we were once again on our own. I was starting to feel the effects of the pill that I had taken with my first cup of coffee and worried that I might scare her off if I suddenly sported a raging hard on without any provocation. I reached into my beach bag and extracted the towel and a vial of oil. She had a quizzical look on her face but said nothing. I patted the floor in front of me. She got up and sat opposite facing me on her ottoman. Up went her skirt and down dropped by eyes. She crossed and then uncrossed her legs giving me a generous view of the bathing suit underneath. "Nothing to see here today" she said. "You know I worry that you have the wrong idea about this visit. I enjoy your company but I enjoy my marriage even more!" I gave her a shocked and pained look. "Whatever do you mean? Sometimes a massage is just a massage – just like flirting is just flirting." We both laughed. "Okay, I'm guilty of that for sure." I reached back and took the oil from the table to the side and poured some onto my hands. Reaching down I took her foot and turned her around to rest her back on the arm of the sofa. She was able to do no more than chuckle and mumbled, "Good thing I wore my bathing suit!" as her skirt fell back to the tops of her thighs. I rubbed hard with both hands as she appreciatively sighed. She leaned back her head lolled to the side and her eyes closed. I took the opportunity to inspect the triangle between the opening of her skirt and legs. I alternated between one foot and the other moving my hands slowly from the top her instep up to the calf. More sighs and a slightly widening of her legs gave me encouragement. I reached to pass her a pillow but before I got it in a quick shifting she was suddenly sitting up and removing her feet from my knees - "Your turn." Before I knew it my foot was on her knees being massaged. She straightened her skirt pulling it down to a more demure position midway on her thighs. Her hand crept up my calf to my knee and down again. With my free foot I positioned it between her slightly parted knees. She glanced down, frowned but said nothing. Her skirt was now bunched at her lap and left there. The rubbing pressure seemed to increase as my toe found the inner thigh and brushed against the nylon of her crotch. She suddenly stopped and said in a choked voice, "Next– shoulders." We quickly changed positions, her on the sofa me on the floor. I moved the towel under me for some padding and to trap any spills that happened. I felt my shirt being lifted from me as warm oil washed over my shoulders. It was my turn to moan. My shorts were tented with the sensual pleasure of this new development. I felt warm breath on my neck and turned briefly to find her looking down at what was now a throbbing mound rising from my lap. She continued to rub but the warm breath told me that she continued to inspect my generous hard on. She kept up the rubbing motions for the next five minutes. As I relaxed my head fell back between her legs onto her lap. She briskly massages my temples and forehead and then gave me the earlobe treatment that she had enjoyed so much. I knew why. I throbbed to new lengths! Afraid at being stimulated to completion I sat up suddenly and turned to face her still on my knees. "Wow!" Taking her hand, I quickly changed places with her. Following her lead I started to tug the shirt over her shoulders. "No". I worked on her neck holding up her hair with one hand and gently began a slow caress. Up to her hairline and then around to her forehead and back touching her ears pulling on the lobes as I moved back to the neck. Her floral bra top of the suit contrasted with her white skin. As I started to prod the tense muscles of her midback touching the bra strap and moved to the clasp at the back, her hand reached back grabbing my wrist. I went back to the massage without uttering a word. I moved my hands away to drip more oil...this time down the front of her chest. I quickly caught the spill rubbing it above the cups of the bra and up to her chin. Warming circles moved up and around and down to the top of the cups holding her breasts. I could not take my eyes from the globes that appeared and retreated with each movement of my hands. I reached for the oil again this time as I spilled some down her cleavage I retrieved the drops with two fingers that trapped the oil and slowly moved only part way out of the cups. With a sudden move both hands began to rub over the bra and into her cleavage. Her moaning built as I applied more pressure over her hardening nipples pushing to be released. "Please." Not sure what that meant I made a decision and with one move pulled her bra down to her waist. Unfettered her breasts slightly sagged but were soon supported lifted and stretched by both of my hands. Over the round and around the nipples now tweaking and pulling them. - hefting the weight of each breast. Her face and neck appeared flushed and hot to the touch. Her legs crossed and uncrossed at her ankles. The skirt was now at her waist exposing her bottoms visible from my angle below the swell of her breasts. Kicking the towel open, I moved her forward she rolled to her side and then onto her stomach. I undid the waist of her skirt and slowly pulled it down and then off her legs. She raised her hips to accommodate its removal. I poured oil onto her lower back and upper thighs while keeping up the motions of massage. The motion on her outer thigh intensified as I moved to the inner. She responded with another moan and a further parting of her legs. I dropped all pretext now and applied caresses over her nylon covered ass and down to the vee exposed between my knee and her thighs. "We can't do this!" She was somehow standing now with her back to me and one hand reaching for her shirt. I put my hand over hers and embraced her from behind. She sagged back into me. My cock pressed perfectly into her. I touched her breasts gently at first and then more aggressively. The harder I squeezed the more she panted moaning and slightly grinding her bottom into my straining bone. I pinched her nipples pulling them away from her body. She started to shake. Afraid that I had gone to far and hurt her too much I hesitated. Her hands came up to mine pressing hard over her globes. Twisting, pulling, stretching, flattening her breasts she suddenly grew breathless and unmistakably pressed back with her bottom. I moved the top of her once piece and dropped my suit letting my cock be wedged up her back. With a short whimper and sigh, I knew that she was ready to come. A car door slammed and footsteps sounded at the back door. We sprang apart pulling ourselves together. "Forgot my book, Mom!" her daughter called walking directly into her bedroom at the opposite end of the cottage. By the time she collected her book and poked her head around the corner, we were sitting a respectable distance apart looking normal. - or so we thought. "Were you guys jogging or something? You look hot and sweaty." "And frustrated," I added to myself. She sat down and started some small talk that was driving me crazy. "Uncle Rick was just leaving now." Adele said getting to her feet. "Yeah, it's a long way back and I want to get there in the light." I kissed her daughter goodbye. At the door Adele turned her head offering her cheek for a goodbye kiss. Seeing her daughter disappear into the kitchen, I took her face in my hands and kissed her deeply on the lips, letting my tongue briefly explore her mouth. "I'll talk to you soon," she said in a voice loud enough to be heard from the kitchen. Putting my mouth next to her ear I said, "Invite me to stay for supper." I broke her silence saying in a louder voice, "Sure I'll stay for supper if it's okay with you. I'll get some wine and be back soon." Not waiting for a reply or acknowledgement, I turned and walked to my car. Sister in Law Ch. 01 Not everything in this slowly developing story is real – some of it did really happen, some of it is fantasy that I wish would happen. Names have been changed. Prologue I knew that Jane, my future wife’s sister, had a crush on me since I met her for the very first time. Even after our wedding, she was always behaving provocatively in front of me, dressing in revealing clothes and when we all happened to stay around the pool, she took off her bikini top few times. My wife told me that her younger sister Jane was always sexually very charged and had lots of boyfriends. On the other hand, my wife lost her virginity with me when aged 28. Jane was not supermodel, but was attractive enough to get any boy salivating all over her, particularly over her well-developed boobs, that probably run in their family, and her long legs. Over the last 20 years, she was always around and I always had a feeling that she still had the crush on me, but she stopped her sexually provocative behaviour, perhaps because she was always with her own partner whom she never married. Two kids and twenty years later, her figure was fuller but somehow she looked better and hotter than all those years ago. Rumour was that their sexual life was rather wild and that she was sexually rather demanding and dominant. The big change came couple of months ago when her partner suddenly took off with both kids and left her with virtually nothing but her hot body. As good relatives, living alone in a large house, we offered her to stay temporarily with us. Little we knew that she would stay with us for much longer than we anticipated and what would happen between her and me. At this stage, it is important to mention two things. For the sake of clarity, I am now 52, my wife is 48 and Jane, my sister, is 46. For my own defence, I have to say that in those twenty years of marriage, I have never been physically unfaithful to my wife, but due to my higher sexual needs and her gradually diminishing sexual drive, I have been more than active on-line and had a few satisfying on-line affairs. That changed one day… The Start It is a warm spring afternoon, my wife is in town shopping and Jane is getting first tan in the garden. After looking at her topless body for a while, I get hard on, so I go to my study and soon start SKYPE video session with my on-line mistress. It does not take long and I am stroking my dick while talking with her, not aware of anything else around me. As usually, she teases me a lot, being nude on screen in front of me, having her second orgasm and denying me my own. I am fully immersed in the session when she asks, “John, would you like to fuck my tits?” and I answer, “Yes, my dearest mistress, I’d love to fuck your beautiful tits.” “John, you stupid idiot! Why would you pretend to fuck someone’s tits on-line if you can fuck these real tits?” I freeze for a minute and then jump in my chair. Jane is standing next to me in her bikini bottom only, grinning at me and pinching her already hard nipples. I guess that she must have been listening for some time and am quickly thinking what to do next. She doesn’t give me much time though. “Now, you little slave boy. Either you fuck my tits now, or I tell my sister what you are doing in your study all those evenings. I have been watching you for some time now and although I know she is not too keen on sex anymore, I am sure she would not appreciate knowing what you are doing to get your relief.” “You must be crazy, sis. Do you really think I would fuck my sister?” I manage to mumble, my dick quickly softening. “Wow, hold on to your horses, slave boy. I haven’t said fuck me; I’ve said fuck my tits,” she corrects me quickly. Quickly closing SKYPE session, realising I will have lots to explain to my on-line mistress later on anyway, I continue, “And I am not your slave boy…” “That’s enough,” says Jane sternly and slaps me across my face. “Aren’t my tits good enough for you or are you not man enough to do what you do on Internet also in the reality? I noticed you watching me earlier and I noticed the boner you got from it, so what’s your problem?” “Jane, my problem is that you are my sister”, I stutter. “That’s not a problem. That’s actually advantage, you silly. It is in the family and no one has to know. I had a huge crush on you since I saw you very first time. If I could, I would marry you instead of her… I always knew that you had higher sexual drive than her and she confided few times that you were not fully satisfied. I even think that she might know what you are doing here all those evenings…” she continues while grabbing my now soft dick and stroking it gently. Pulling my uncut skin over its head, she continues, “God, I love uncut dicks. You know, Robert was excellent in the bed, but I hated his cut dick… It is so unnatural. Your dick is so gorgeous… And much bigger than his was.” With those words, my dick suddenly gets rock hard again and next thing I feel are Jane’s lips on it. Kneeling in front of me she starts licking and sucking on my dick for a while. She stops when she feels I am close to orgasm. “Let’s do the tit fucking now and then I will start training you properly, not like some on-line crazy bitch. Let’s go to my room,” she says with a wink and is pulling me by my dick to the room we have made so generously available to her. When there, she lies on her backside and pulls me over her. “Now, fuck my tits and better enjoy it. After that, I will start training you and you may not be allowed to cum so easily, or you may need to show me how often you can cum, stud.” She guides my dick between her tits and holding them together with her hands I start bit hesitantly fucking them. My horniness soon overcomes my hesitation and it does not take long for me to shoot my load from between her tits towards her mouth. As soon as I do so, we hear a car pulling into our driveway. That must be my wife. We hastily clean ourselves with wet tissues and soon greet her in kitchen as if nothing just happened. Sister in Law Ch. 01 "Your ready for a blast on the town. Don't fidget with that top." Brenda told her with a giggle. The woman's breasts were struggling to escape. Fortunately they had found one with plenty of support. Brenda led them to the first port of call. For the first drink it was a busy pub with a pool table in the back bar. The young lads stopped on seeing the three women totter in on high heels. One of them started to protest that it was for men playing pool only, but his friend nudged him meanly. "Are we on for a game lads?" "We usually play for a fiver." Don chirped in. He was a blond body builder with a cut off t-shirt. At nineteen he was just a little older than the others and obviously the leader of the pack. Three others brought over drinks for the girls. "Come on Judy this is where you learn to drink and play. A little warm up before the club." Brenda told her. She sipped the vodka hesitantly and found it not too demanding. "We're safe enough with these youngsters. There not that experienced with girls let alone mature women." Brenda whispered to her. "I'm not so sure about this Bren." Susan complained. They downed their drinks while waiting for the game to finish. Another round was quickly delivered to their table. Judy downed hers to calm a shaking hand. "Slow down Judy you've the whole evening ahead." Susan warned her. "I'm Don this is Andy. It's a fiver each. Whoever pots the black wins the lot." "This is Judy and that's Susan. I'm Brenda. We don't want to play for a fiver though. We just want a bit of fun that's all." "Well, what about a forfeit then? We win, we get a kiss." He said. "Well you said you wanted a bit of fun. It'll give you incentive to win." He laughed. "OK! Your on." Brenda couldn't resist a challenge. Though the thought of having this handsome hunk grappling her was incentive enough to lose. "Make sure you've got the phone ready when we lose." She whispered to Susan. "I can't do that Brenda. These are just young thugs, they probably live on a council estate." Judy complained quietly. "Remember what we agreed." Brenda hissed. "You do as I say. This will be a part of your payment for misbehaving last night. It will be a good lesson too." Shown how to hold the queue Judy bent over the table then remembered how short the skirt was. Trying not to bend over yet needing to play the shot to win was confusing her. "Here, let me help." Don said. From close behind he held her tight, wrapping his arms' around her. With his guidance she managed to pot a striped ball. A cheer went out from the lads more from Don's blatant hug than the pot. Again he wrapped himself tight around her. She thought. 'At least no one can see my thong with him standing so close.' Brenda walked up to the table a little miffed at the attention Judy was receiving. When Andy offered to help she shrugged him off earning a laugh from the others. He was a dark haired shorter version of Don, without the charm or chat. She didn't think they could win but meant to make a game of it at least. She managed to pot the ball then tried a difficult shot down the table. Concentrating hard she forgot all about the short skirt. It rode up around her thighs showing off a pair of black panties. A cheer arose before the ball stopped running. At that moment she could have picked the ball up and dropped it in the pocket for all eyes were on her bottom. Not that she cared for they were a sensible pair with plenty of coverage but it was enough to gain a round of applause. On form she tried to cross the ball into a side pocket but missed. Don was up again. He cleared another two with ease. Without asking he wrapped himself around Judy feeling she liked his presence, unaware she just wanted him to cover her rear. With a knee between her legs he eased her into position. Rising on tiptoes she felt his tight jeans pressing between her bare thighs. This was more help than she wanted but rather than say anything she quickly took the shot and missed. Still the lads cheered. Andy cleared their balls from the table leaving just the black. Brenda couldn't resist the challenge so despite her plan she went for a win. She cleared the remaining stripes. The black remained after clipping a pocket. With a big grin Don hardly bent over the table to pot the black and win his reward. Andy looked pissed off thinking Don had won both forfeits. "Which one do you want Andy?" he asked. Only now did Brenda feel the unpleasant consequences of losing, as Andy looked her up and down. Don held Judy in as tight embrace as before only this time her back was to the table. She closed her eyes and puckered up. Unexpectedly she felt a soft caress upon her neck and ear. Opening her mouth to say that was it she felt his lips upon hers. His tongue slid into her mouth. He lifted her up onto the edge of the table. She didn't want this. This was wrong. A stranger was kissing her and holding her so tight she could hardly breath. Only John had kissed her like this and perhaps not even then so expertly. When he let her up for air she fell back on the table with legs astride his hips. She saw his eyes take in the sight of her little white thong. In anguish she tried to pull the skirt down. The little boob tube had ridden up heaving her breasts into a tight cleavage. He took her hands and pulled her back to the floor. She couldn't look away from his broad grin. "That was nice." He said. "Yes." She said breathlessly. 'Why the hell did I admit that?' She thought. It was true though. She had enjoyed the public spectacle of cavorting with this young man. Brenda had endured the fumbling from Andy with the patience of an experienced woman used to holding off a man. She smiled at having Judy taken care of and Susan had the evidence. "Another game?" Don asked Brenda. They finished another drink from the steady stream arriving at their table. "Your turn Susan." Brenda said. Pulling her up out of the seat she handed over the queue. "You can handle Andy alright he doesn't live up to his name. Handy Andy!" Brenda explained. Susan was a more careful player and consequently better than Brenda, though less entertaining. They had both skipped classes to spend time at the local youth club and recently in Brenda's basement. This was very much different. Bending over the table was an embarrassment she would not have dared if it hadn't been for Brenda pushing her into it. She felt each and every pair of eyes upon her arse when taking a shot. She too wore a sensible pair of knickers only hers were white. She could feel them stretching tight over her cheeks. The gusset was outlining her lips and woefully she felt them becoming damp. Judy was looking dishevelled from Don's progressive handling of her and the drink. Susan was worried on seeing her sisters nipples pushing through the thin boob tube. The drink was releasing her inhibitions allowing Don to take advantage. She was becoming excited. Susan's nerves overcome her and with Don playing all out the game was soon lost. The stern look from Brenda told Susan to get on with it. She let Andy wrap his arms around her for a quick fumble. Without warning his tongue pressed into her mouth for a long penetrating kiss. She tried to push his hands away but his strength overcame her. His hands cupped her bottom pressing her against the bulge in his jeans. With more confidence than before he was making a meal of it. He lifted her by the cheeks of her bottom. She felt herself slowly slide toward the floor thinking he had done with her only to realise she was sliding out of her skirt. It was around her thighs exposing her panties and he wasn't letting go. Mortified to have made a spectacle of herself she looked around at them shame faced but they weren't looking at her at all, perhaps not even noticing. Pulling her skirt down she looked across to where Don had a hold of Judy. No wonder they hadn't noticed her embarrassment. Judy was again perched on the edge of the table with arms around Don. Their tongues were entwined, as were her legs, wrapped around his waist. She was giving as good as she was got. When he eventually let go she didn't fall back this time. Her boob tube had fallen and she sat there with her breasts perched on top looking mesmerised. Brenda was busy capturing the moment with the camera phone. "Come on Bren. Lets get out of here while we still can." She urged her friend. The mood had escalated with arguments over who should play next. They all wanted some action with these tarts. They heard the disparaging descriptions bandied about and cringed, except Judy who seemed to be enjoying herself. "Come on Judy. We're going." "You go on I like it here. Just one more game." She pleaded. "No Bren that's the limit. We can't leave her here. She'd be raped. Just look at them. If we don't get out of here we'll lose more than the next game, we'll lose our knickers." With hands reaching for them the lads tried to encourage them to stay. They made toward the door and shepherded Judy out with some of the lads following. "Come on girls one more game." A few of them shouted. "Just a little kiss." Another shouted. A taxi was waiting for someone outside and they bundled Judy in. "Yes. I'm Jones." Brenda lied. "Whew! Susan that was a close one." Brenda said, excitedly. Sister in Law Ch. 02 I would like to express my gratitude to Zebra who helped edit and advise in creating this submission. * I drove around after picking up a bottle of red wine. I knew I wanted to pick up from where I had left off with my sister and yet I had only a general thought about how that might happen. I had replayed our foreplay over and over again. It seemed when I was in charge that her defences came down. How would she react to giving up control? If we did take the next step we could be damaging family relationships forever. I headed back toward the lake and her cottage. The car that had been parked in the driveway was gone. Good! There was no greeting as I knocked on the door. I knocked again, waiting and straining to hear any movement from within. Silence reigned. I opened the storm door, knocked again. This time I heard what sounded like muffled crying. Maybe I should take the hint and leave. I actually had turned on the doorstep, still holding the storm door open, when I stopped. I tried the doorknob and it turned. Adele was sitting on the couch dabbing at her red eyes with a Kleenex. Several used ones littered the table in front of her. She appeared not to see me. As I approached her, tears started to flow and she gasped, "You should go. You shouldn't be here. Leave me alone!" I sat down and put my arm around her shoulders trying to comfort her. She pulled away and slapped my hand when I tried to reach out to her once again. "I said leave. Go! Don't touch me! Don't ...." and she dissolved in tears once again. When I held her this time, she did not pull away but her crying intensified. Her body was wracked with pain. I said nothing but continued to hold her, occasionally softly rubbing her neck. A flash of anger overtook her as she regained control of herself. She raised her hand as though to slap me but instead pushed my chest. "How could you do this to me? I'm married. I'm your sister. I have kids. You're such a bastard!" She was screaming now and out of control. Her fists started to strike my chest and arms. I stayed motionless not protecting myself or moving. "That's enough!" I said firmly, grasping her fists in each of my hands. She struggled. "I said that's enough!" I repeated even more firmly. Her body seemed to sag and all the fight left her at once. She moved back into the couch creating some distance from me but peeking at me with sideways glances. Her breathing was returning to normal. "You took advantage of me. You made me do things that I would never ever do to my husband. You're like the devil!" All of this was said in a monotone and the last with a sneer. Now I was getting pissed off. "Stand up." I said. I stood and a moment later she started to rise but sat back defiantly. "Stand up now!" She stood. I reached for her top that once again covered her bathing suit. She slapped my hand away. I reached again and caught her hand before it reached mine. With the other I gave one quick tug. The front opened as buttons flew onto the carpet. "You bastard!" she shouted. I raised my hand and placed one finger over her lips. She shook her head breaking the contact. "Shhh!" I said grasping the strap to her suit and moving it off one shoulder. She stared defiantly but did not move or attempt to stop me. I moved my other hand deliberately and slowly to do the same to her other strap. Her top fell slightly and her hands instinctively rose to keep it in place. "Don't", I said moving her hand away where it dropped by her side. Reaching out I rolled the top down until it was bunched under her breasts. Her hand started to rise and her head shook but she stood silently before me with her chest rising and falling as her breathing quickened. I lowered my head and took a nipple into my lips grazing my teeth over its roughness. She slapped the back of my head. I bit down slightly, trapping the nipple between my teeth. I captured her other breast in my hand, feeling her heart pounding at the contact. She slapped again. I straightened, still holding one breast and reached for the other. As I slowly spoke I started to twist the nipples between thumb and forefinger, pulling them away from her body. "You will have an orgasm. You know you need this." I punctuated these words by grasping both breasts together and rasping my tongue over each erect nipple. Back and forth my head moved. As I left one nipple, I applied pressure holding it, controlling it until I returned to it. Her breathing became more shallow and quickened. I sucked as much of one breast as would fit into my hungry mouth while I continued the assault on her engorged nipple with my fingers on the other. "Oh" she gasped, trembling and leaning forward to force more of her breasts into my mouth and hands. When I stood up after switching positions on her breasts, she looked disappointed. I noticed the oil was right where it was when I left. I reached for it as she watched my every move. I made a show of rubbing a liberal amount into my hands and then moved behind her. She stepped slightly forward giving me room between her and the couch. I reached between her torso and arms starting a deliberate slow circular massage over her breasts - raising, squeezing and releasing. My thumbs teased her nipples. As I increased the pressure by grasping each breast, she moaned and started to tremble. The flush I had seen earlier had returned to her upper body. She leaned back into me as I cupped her tits roughly, pulling them up and out from her body, grasping each nipple as I continued to pull. She made a sobbing sound as both hands covered mine. She was forcing my palms into her chest so hard I could only move them in a grinding upward motion. She groaned and shuddered pressing harder on my hands. I stopped moving my hands when she seemed to freeze. When I resumed pressing up and over, she gasped, stood tall and then collapsed back into me. "My god," she panted as I sat back awkwardly on the couch with her sprawled limply resting her head back high on my chest. My hands had moved from her chest to her neck. I put my mouth close to her ear, "You're not finished. I'm not finished with you." She stiffened but kept her head by my lips. "Do you know what I want to do?" I asked. "No...I mean probably. But you can't. I can't. It's too much," she replied. "I want to kneel in front of you. Can I do that?" "I guess." She brought her knees together as I moved to the floor. She had remained reclined against the seat cushions, slouched down so that her head was uncomfortably pressed against the back of the sofa. She had made no attempt to cover her nakedness. Her breasts showed the effects of the attention they had been given. Her otherwise white chest contrasted with her reddened breasts and engorged swollen nipples. A slight sheen of perspiration completed the erotic vision before me. Her eyes never left mine as I faced her, kept at bay by her extended legs. I took an ankle, moving it to one side and then likewise moved the other. I reached for a cushion wedging it behind her neck causing her to slip further down so that her buttocks rested at the very edge of the seat. "Better?" She stared, nodding in response as I gave her nipples a quick lick and then sucked on each breast, taking as much into my greedy mouth as I could. "Now I want to remove your skirt. Then I am going to massage you. Your suit will still be on. Will that be okay?" She nodded trancelike. "Say it!" I commanded her. "Okay!" she said like a petulant child. I slowly rolled up the denim skirt that extended down just below the crotch of her bathing suit, until it was up to her waist. She raised her butt to help. I oiled my hands again as she watched intently. She had made no motion to sit up and was squirming knowing what was to follow. I started to massage her thighs from knee to the front of her suit, carefully avoiding contact with the delectable vee of her spread thighs. I lowered my head savoring the sight of her spread, open and inviting thighs. When my lips met the inside of one thigh and then the other, she moaned grasping my head in her hands, holding it in place. Without touching the gusset of the suit, I blew hot air over her mound. She trembled and slightly arched her pelvis. I repeated the kisses and breaths over her clothed vagina. She shuddered as I sat up and poured more lotion into one cupped hand. I completely covered her crotch cupping her and pressing much as I had done with her breasts. Using the heel of my hand I could now feel the folds of her canal. Her juices mingled with the oil as I kneaded it in and around her center. With each pass her vagina rose up to meet my insistent pressure. "Should I move your bathing suit? It's getting oily and very wet." Her answer was a moan and a rise of her hips in anticipation of the suit being removed. "You have to tell me." "I can't." I stopped with my hands ready to start to pull her suit down. "Please." "Please what?" "You can only touch with your hands okay?" "And with my mouth and lips and teeth...." She was panting now with these words. She moaned as I removed first her bunched skirt, tugging till the buttons gave way and slid off her closed thighs. Next I held her suit, rolled it slithering over her raised ass and then, finally, allowed it to fall to the floor. I sat facing her, feeling in control now of this beautiful woman who opened and closed her thighs slightly. The wetness of the oil and her own fluids matted her trimmed pubic hair exposing her glistening lips with each movement. As my hand reached her knee, she moved in anticipation by placing each foot to one side exposing her core. I moved between her legs and pressed my upper torso into the vee of her legs as I kissed her deeply. Trailing the kiss, I covered each breast with light nibbles, suckling till her squirming intensified. Her pelvis arched into my body. I lowered my head nearer the wetness around her engorged pouting lips. She shuddered as I trailed my lips up her thigh toward her opening. Stopping before I made contact, I moved to her other leg. She squirmed; her hips seemed to rise and fall involuntarily. When I blew on her bare vagina moisture seeped from her gaping hole. I used my forearms to force her thighs apart and using both of my thumbs, spread her lips wide, kneading her inner folds as they were pulled apart. I lowered my head and rubbed my nose up and down her spread lips. She thrashed under me making incoherent noises. As I trailed my nose into her opening and moved upwards, I extended my tongue, darting it suddenly in and out of her opening. She shook as though shocked and grabbed the back of my head merging her vagina with my face. I drew in her lips and gently nipped the tender flesh as my nose ground against her clitoris. She stiffened and pulled my head roughly into her, holding me in place as she came grinding her vagina against my face. I pulled back as she subsided. She kept her thighs splayed wide apart and looked at me with wide frightened eyes as I began to pull off my clothes. "I am going to touch you with my penis now." "Don't!" Her lips were trembling and she started to pull away. I noticed that her thighs remained open. "I AM going to take my cock out. I saw you, so you can see me too." Her response was a spontaneous moan as she blinked breaking our eye contact by dropping her gaze. "And then I will just touch you with it. Only on the outside because it's so hot. You're so wet!" I punctuated this by letting my swollen member touch her calf, straightening slightly, I let it make contact just above her knee. She jumped at the contact, saying nothing and spreading her legs wider. 'I can live with that answer,' I thought. "You shouldn't" she said reading my mind as my cock trailed toward the perfect target. Ignoring her for the moment I held my cock in my hand pressing, it around her lips taking care not to touch her clit or penetrate. I traced down her outer lips till it rested near her opening. I throbbed and jerked in anticipation of what was to come. Her pelvis was creating little circular patterns that made my swollen cock head pass over hole, over and over again. As I grasped it ready to join it to her, she shrank away saying, "You promised." I smiled. "It's just touching you." With that I gave her opening a whack with my penis. Surprising me she smiled an anxious smile that soon disappeared when I struck her clitoris with its head. By the third strike, her breathing was ragged nearing an orgasm. I used my cock to rub side to side over her distended clit. She started to thrash beneath me. Her hand traveled to her breast, twisting its nipple, pinching between thumb and forefinger. Taking her hands in mine, I was reached for the oil, as a bewildered expression passed over her. I cupped her hands and poured. The after affects of her orgasms caused periodic spasms. I replaced the oil and moved her hands in mine to my throbbing penis. She hesitated at the first touch and then spread oil over its head and finally along the shaft. She was staring mesmerized at my cock and the motion of her hands on it. Her tentative first touch had become a steady firm up and down squeezing of my shaft, swirling around the head. I extracted it from her hands and squatting slightly rubbed it slowly along her thigh up to her mound. The higher it went the wider her legs spread. As it contacted her vaginal lips she pulled back slightly. I pulled my cock away from her and then slapped her with it, startling her. "Oh!" I repeated the slapping, alternating from her gaping hole to the clitoris that jutted forward. I reached under each thigh gripping her glorious ass globes in each hand causing her hips to jut forward and up. She offered no resistance as my cock pressed between us along her lips. Rotating my hips I felt the heat from her opening as squishing sounds from the friction filled the room. Her eyes were open wide as I rose up on my toes over her. I let my body weight slowly fall till the head of my penis entered her vagina. Her hips rose off the cushion. I kept the finger lodged deep within her as I slowly wound it round and curled it upward. She grunted in response rotating her pelvis up to meet my hand. Moving one hand back I was able to hold my shaft and feel the head stuffed between her lips. I held the opening around it with my thumb on one side and finger on the other. Without penetrating deeper I started to massage the lips against my head, mimicking masturbation. Forcing my eyes off our sex, I saw her wide eyes staring into mine with a pleading look "Please. Please now." I thrust forward, steadily pushing till our pubic bones touched. Reaching her ass to pull her further to me and I ground my hips in rhythm with hers. Her legs were on my shoulders and with my hands pulling her cheeks apart and up she was almost upside down. She was trembling and gasping for air. I lowered her legs, which she promptly locked around my waist now as I started to withdraw and then slam back again. Her feet spurred me forward with each thrust. Out of control now we jack hammered to an earth-shattering climax. Exhausted and perspiring we separated as our liquids spilled between us. I pulled her to the floor. We must have slept spooning, completely spent. When I opened my eyes, I was disoriented and alone. In the distance I heard running water.