My Sister-in-law, My Love SeXStoRY

I was seated in an Adirondack chair on the screened porch of cabin number ten reading The Journeyer by Gary Jennings. She sat next to me in an identical chair reading The Hotel New Hampshire by John Irving. I wanted to fuck her more than any other woman in the world, but I didn't know where to start. The sexual tension between the two chairs was as palpable as the f***e between two large magnets with the polarity opposed. We looked at each other with furtive side glances. Up until a few months ago she had been my s****r-in-law and technically she still was, since neither of our divorces had been finalized. My fate was put into motion the previous Christmas. "I want a divorce." She said standing in the doorway of the downstairs' bathroom. "What?" I had just flushed thinking she had said something about wanting a horse. "A divorce." She repeated in a soft, slow voice and walked away. I stared into the water swirling in the bowl. Merry fucking Christmas, I thought to myself. As much as my ex-wife's special gift had devastated me, I tried to stay on good terms with the rest of her f****y, so friendly that a month later one of her b*****rs called me and wanted to know if I were still planning to take a Northwood's vacation the following summer and, if I were, could he, his wife, and their little girl join me and the k**s. The resort had ten furnished log cabins, a private lake, an in-ground swimming pool, tennis court, and a well-appointed lodge with a game room. I told him that his s****r let me keep the reservation for a three bedroom and that we could find a way to make everyone fit comfortably. My ex-wife never liked the woods, she preferred urban vacations like San Francisco or New York with lots of shopping and night life. Her younger b*****r and his wife had shared the same cabin with us a couple of years previously and, excluding my former wife, the two families had a great time together. I had always liked my s****r-in-law, more than liked, and I thought it would be great for my k**s and their daughter to see everyone getting along, that divorce didn't have to turn everything to shit. Consumed with grief and the details of finding a new rhythm to life, I didn't have much time to dwell on the future. Sometimes, in bed alone, I stroked my sex-starved cock to the image of my s****r-in-law tanning by the pool. Technically she was my former b*****r-in-law's wife and not officially my s****r-in-law by Ann Landers' rules, but that didn't seem to be a significant detail. She was four years younger than me and had this little girl voice with a lithe, tight bikini body that she loved to tan during the summer. She was a teacher, the kind that every young male lusted for and, once, when saying good-bye after some holiday f****y gathering, I swear she slipped me her tongue in a quick kiss, a tongue that I couldn't put out of my mind. "Uncle Steve and Aunt Lisa are getting divorced." My daughter, Katy, did it in a sing-song voice a few months later when I picked her and her b*****r up for our regular week-end. It was the first sentence out of her mouth getting in the car. "You shouldn't k** about things like that." She was only seven at the time and not the most reliable source of information. "It's true." Sammy said. "I heard mom talking about it." Her b*****r was nine and never k**ded. He was born a serious boy. "Maybe your mother was talking about someone else." I saw them both roll their eyes in the rear view mirror, as if I were a moron who was unable to grant them their intelligence. I called my ex-wife's other b*****r. Apparently Uncle Steve had developed a relationship with his secretary and had gone so far as to move in with her. They lived in another town a hundred miles away and, since I no longer attended my ex's f****y gatherings, I figured let sl**ping dogs lie. I didn't think my former b*****r-in-law would be going anywhere that summer. I wrote Steve and Lisa off as no shows, having enough trouble making my way in my world of divorce and pain. I thought about calling Lisa, but what was I going to say, hey now that you're split up, did you really slip me the tongue that time and oh, by the way, would you like to fuck? July came. Sammy and Katy had spent the prior two weeks with my ex's parents in the same town Steve and Lisa lived. They were waiting on their front porch when I arrived to pick them up. it used to be my front porch too. I had more trouble letting go of that porch than I did the wife. "We saw Uncle Steve." Sammy said. "And Aunt Lisa." Katy said, as if that were a much more important detail. "Uncle Steve's not going to cabin with us." Sammy said. He sounded sad, because Steve was a serious fisherman having caught a 50" musky in Sammy's presence the last time, and Sammy knew I'd be lucky to guide him to a few small blue gills and a too-small-to-keep bass. "Sorry, buddy, I guess it's just going to be the three of us this year." Like it was some terrible fate to go away with their father. "Oh no, Aunt Lisa's coming with Jennifer." "What?" I remember everything about that moment, the angle of the sun, the clothes my k**s were wearing, the fact that I had a half-eaten Big Mac in the passenger's seat beside me. "Jennifer's too small to fish." Sammy said, but he didn't refute his s****r's basic fact. "You must have heard something incorrectly." I swallowed, my heart racing. "She took us out for ice cream, don't tell mom." Katy said. "I promise." "She wants you to call her." Sammy said. He dropped a business card from Hansen's Ice Cream Parlor over the seat as if he were a spy making a drop. It landed on the crushed MacDonald's sack. Jack call me was written on the back in her loopy cursive with a number. I called. We talked without subtext. She wanted to come. I picked up Lisa and her daughter at her parent's house, they don't live far from me and she came for a short visit before our rendezvous. Her mother was sweetly accepting of the situation, an innocent coming together of two broken families. Her father insisted we take his station wagon, I left him my little Civic. That brings me four hundred miles north to the Chequamegon Forest, back to the screened front porch of cabin number ten, the Adirondack chairs, the sidelong glances. Our c***dren were asl**p, the kind of sound sl**p c***dren sl**p in the middle of a pine forest with frogs peeping and a fresh lake breeze adding oxygen like the aerator in an aquarium. It was the fifth day that I had watched her oiling her umber brown body as I stood in the pool throwing c***dren this way and that, imagining how white the bottom of her breasts must be and her perfect halves of ass. The fifth day of smelling her hair as she passed me in the cabin. The fifth day of our hands grazing and lingering as I handed her the salt, passed her a can of Boston baked beans for dinner, handed her dishes that I had washed. The fifth day of absorbing every word she spoke for hidden meaning, for no meaning, for the fact that they were words she had uttered and should be preserved. The fifth day turning into the fifth night. Marco Polo had reached China in the 13th century and I couldn't reach across a two foot space to touch her. "My neck is sore." She said it idly as she rubbed it a bit. "Let me fix it." I said it as if she were a door that needed a new hinge. "How?" She didn't look at me, her how, echoing my fix, as if she were wondering if I were going to use phillips or slotted head screws to fix the hinge. "You'll have to move to a chair in the kitchen so I can massage it." She moved to the chair without affect, like anyone would walk to a kitchen chair, and I took my place behind her without any salacious intent. It was only in the instant of touching her skin, of her pushing her hair up and her bowing forward a bit, the fine golden hairs of her neck, and the slope her body had become, that the raging waters of lust broke through our little pretend dam. The massage turned into an entanglement of rapture the likes of which I have never felt before or since, an awakening of desire and love, a fecund discovery of what female meant. All that was in the first touch, my s****r-in-law, my love. "I wasn't going to be the first to make a move. You had to take me." She said. "Come to bed." I replied. We moved silently, not wanting to wake our c***dren, asl**p in the two other rooms. I held her every step of the way. We didn't turn on any lights. The northern Wisconsin night hid us in my bed as we stripped each other, I wanting to press my body against hers, unable to see her tan-lines in the dark. We kissed. I sucked every inch of her body. She had this amazing scent of Coppertone mixed with green tea. I lapped at her golden tuft of pussy, like waves lapping a sandy beach, changing my tempo as she altered her moans and directed my head with both hands. "Please cum in mouth." I lifted my head and begged her. "What will you give me in return?" That little girl voice, her legs wrapped around my back. "My raging cock." I said and placed my hands beneath her ass and lifted her a bit and supped until she arched her back. "Jesus, Jack, that's it, lick my clitty, Jack, oh fuck Jack, cummmiinnnggg!" She said in a horse whisper, my c***dren a wall away, her body bucking up and into my mouth. I took every drop. I still remember the shadows across her face when I finally looked up at her, the black and white flesh of her, how hungry we were. I crawled up to stretch beside her, she gripped my cock in her soft teacher's hand and said, "I want you to fuck me now. Right now, Jack, put it in." She pulled my cock like she was trying to jerk a well-rooted weed from the ground and my body followed. I mounted her and pushed into her tight, silky slit. It was if we had been joined together by Grecian gods. I looked down into her eyes, I couldn't speak, nor could she. We fucked. Lisa beneath, Lisa on top, Lisa side to side, Lisa doggy, and Lisa back beneath me. We fucked without a sense of time or place. We fucked. I was stripped of my soul, losing it inside her. We fucked. It became so other-worldly that I thought it must be a dream, that I had dozed off in the Adirondack chair and there must be a book in my hand, but I was in Lisa's pussy and it felt so sweetly right, fucking my s****r-in-law, on a moonless Wisconsin night. There was never any talk of using protection or me pulling out, she was on the pill, and suddenly everything inside me began a violent swell and I pumped trying to push the entire reach of me inside her tight perfect loins. "Going to cum." I whispered. "Give it to me, Jack. I want it all." She whispered back. We rolled and twisted together until I felt her wetness peak and exploded. "Jesus, Lisa, fuck, fuck, fuck, cummmmmming so fucking hard." "Oh god, baby, give it to mommy." And with that Lisa had me forever. I made her promise, before she left my bed that night, to repeat a code phrase in the light of day, a phrase to ensure that I wasn't in some deluded dream, a secret phrase that would carry all the purpose and intent of our fuck. "Special K." I said. "The cereal?" She looked up at me as I cupped one magnificent breast, the weight of it so perfect in my hand. "Yes. You have to say Special K in the morning and look at me so I know that this was real, that you are real, that we made such sweet love to each other." She laughed. I made her laugh and worshipped her. I have always regretted the fact that it took me five days to make my move, that if I had boldly touched her the first night we had arrived I would have had so much more of her. We lasted three more months. It was hard, she living so far away, but I would have dropped everything, done anything to keep her, but came to understand that I was just a fuck to her, a momentary thing. She said we could be friends, I said thanks, but I have enough friends. She eventually remarried someone fifteen years younger, it's funny the things you can find out by googling a name, little bits and pieces of a life. I remarried and went on with my life. I still go up north to the same resort, but never back to cabin number ten. Now I toss Katy's c***dren this way and that in the same swimming pool and imagine Lisa tanning young and lithe beside it. I walk past the cabin we shared, the corner bedroom points to the gravel road that connects the lakeside cabins to the main lodge. I haven't seen or talked to her in twenty plus years. I love my wife, but if Lisa called and whispered the words Special K, I would return to her without regret, my s****r-in-law, my love.

My Cousin, My Love SeXStoRY

How did I get so lucky?", I thought as I sat up and looked to the petite angel laying peacefully at my side. It had been two days since my Cousin, Lauren, had discovered my Love for her and I already knew that we would together forever. I had first discovered my attraction to Lauren five years ago. I was thirteen and my grandparents had invited us to their lake property (a crappy old trailer on an equally crappy lake... we're not rich) which was a rather normal occurrence. Everyone was getting ready to go for a swim, so I decided that I'd change in the back room of the trailer but the door was closed... or, rather, as closed as anyone could get it. When I got to the back I noticed that someone had stored a mirror in there, and what I saw next will be engraved in my memory forever. There, in the mirror, was Lauren, my (then) eleven year old Cousin, bottomless and pulling her shirt off. Her hips were just starting to develop and she had a light covering of soft hair on her pubescent vagina. Once her shirt was pulled off I looked up and saw her budding breasts in all their glory. Even though they were nothing more than two puffy mounds I couldn't help but become instantly hard. I watched her finish changing into her swim suit and tried my best to act normal when she passed me in the hallway. As soon as I had the door closed, as best as I could get it, and moved the mirror, I pulled my shorts off, took my cock in hand, and quickly pounded one out onto the curtains while reliving what I had just seen. Over then next five years I couldn't get Lauren out of my mind. I never had a girlfriend because I would always find myself comparing the girls in my class to my cousin... comparing and finding them coming up short. Living only an hour away I was able to see her relatively often, especially in the summer as they would often host pool parties (her f****y is the one fairly well-off relation I have). I would also go to as many of her figure skating performances as I could, which wasn't very often because people would rarely inform my f****y of such things. Over this time I watched as she matured into the aforementioned petite angel she is. She's sixteen, about 5'3", has straight sandy-blonde hair that goes just down to her nipples, bright gray-blue eyes, perfectly toned body from years as a figure skater, a round firm ass, and A-cup breasts that fit her body perfectly. Her face is a little round (just round, not fat, mind you) with a light colored mole on her right cheek and the biggest, brightest, and most beautiful smile I'd ever witnessed. Fast forward to July after my senior year in high school, the summer of 2008. I had applied, and was accepted, to college in the cities (Minnesotan for the state capitol metro area). Being from a lower-middle class f****y we didn't have much money for post secondary so I would have find a job before school started or I'd never make it through. At one of the pool parties my mom and aunt were talking about what I was going to do this fall. After finding out that I was in need of a place to live, while job hunting, my aunt offered to let me stay there. When I was asked if I'd like to live with them for the remainder of the summer I quickly said yes, without trying to sound TOO excited, and moved into their guest room the following week. I couldn't have picked a better room... it was right across the hall from Lauren's room. Her b*****r's room would be the room next to mine were they not separated by the staircase. Her parents' room was at the other end of the hallway, and her room shared a wall with the bathroom, leaving our rooms separate from the rest of her f****y's. Over the next couple weeks I had found a job at a local, but nationally known, electronics store... it's Mecca for nerds and geeks... of who's ranks I am a proud member. I, however, am not the stereotypical geek. I'm 5'11” with dirty-blonde hair, gray-blue eyes, and an average build. The job was fun, and paid well, if you don't mind dealing with stupid people all day. The only problem was that it was impossible to concentrate as I would be constantly thinking of the blonde beauty across the hall. The last week of July was when it all changed for me. I was just sitting in their basement, watching television, when Lauren came downstairs. She sat next to me on the couch and snuggled up to my side. I didn't know what to do so I just sat there dazed. She then told me that she was cold, lifted my arm, and put it around her waist. Getting really turned on I lifted her chin, leaned over, and kissed her on the lips for what seemed like an eternity when, in reality, it was only a couple short seconds. She then pulled away, with a stunned look on her face, stared at me for few seconds, stood up and quickly walked up to her room. The feeling in my gut was a mixture of bliss and horror... on the one hand I had just kissed the one pair of lips that I'd been longing to feel since I was thirteen... and, on the other, I might have just scared off my only love. Painfully contemplative minutes passed before I realized what I needed to do... I needed to come clean about my five year long infatuation. I slowly, and shakily, made the walk up to the room across from mine. My stomach was in knots as I nervously tapped on her door. A quivering “Come in.” wafted through the heavy wooden pannel and I, just as nervously, entered. Lauren was sitting on the edge of her bed, hugging the giant teddy bear that I had won at the state fair for her a couple of years back, and the look on her face had gone from one of shock to sadness. “Don't be mad at me,” I said, “but I...” she stopped me mid sentence. She looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes before speaking. “Tim,” she started slowly, “I need to tell you something...” there was a long pause. “What is it?” I asked. “I...” she sighed and, after another decent pause, she continued. “I've... been in Love with you... for a while, now... a long while.” Stunned, I just looked at her as she continued to explain. “I was eleven... we were at the lake... I went to the back to change and I saw... I saw you. You were changing... and you had your back to the door, and... I quietly left and changed in the car.” She paused again. “Later that day I moved the mirror, over by the door, hoping that I'd be able to... see you... again.” I started to speak again “I l...” she, again, stopped me. “I'm sorry if I made things difficult for you... I just wanted to feel you hold me so badly...” and, with teary eyes, whispered “I'm so sorry.” There was another long pause before I broke the silence. I looked into her eyes and said “I Love you, too... ever since I was thirteen and I saw you in that mirror.” Wiping a tear from her cheek I pulled her into another kiss. It was slow, and tender, and when it eventually ended I looked deep into my angel's eyes, lifted her onto my lap, and pulled her into a tight hug whispering “I Love you, Lauren.” I sat there for a few minutes holding her, while she cried tears of happiness onto my shoulder, until I heard the garage door open. Why did her b*****r's baseball game have to only have nine innings? I regrettably left her side, and went to my room to change out of my tear soaked shirt before her parents found us on her bed... but more was right around the corner. At supper my uncle reminded us of Andrew's (Lauren's b*****r) baseball tournament, in North Dakota, and they wouldn't be back until Sunday afternoon. My aunt was a realtor, and her one showing on Friday had canceled, so she said she would be going along, as well. It took every ounce of mine and Lauren's self control to keep from showing our excitement at this news. They spent the rest of the evening packing and Lauren and I spent it downstairs watching television and making out every chance we got. Today was Friday... the end of a week and the beginning of a new month... and a new life... the life I had dreamed of every day for five years. The last two nights, and one day were restless. Lauren and I would make out every chance we got, but she kept dropping hints about “When they (her f****y) are gone.” My cock was going stir crazy waiting for that to happen... I had to beat off four times on Thursday alone. Four o'clock came and her f****y left, me to “Look out for her,” as her dad made me promise... and I planned to... more than he knows. We had agreed to act “normal” for an hour, or so, after they left in case they forgot something or just needed to turn around. When that hour was up, I was on the couch with Lauren, and I looked over at her to find her staring at me. As soon as our eyes met she tackled me with a ferocity that took me by surprise. Between kisses she kept saying “I Love you.” I put my hands on her back and started caressing her as our lips tried desperately to express the Love that had been pent up for so long. After a little while, of rubbing her back, I started to get adventurous... I slid my hands under the back of her shirt and made my way to her bra. When I reached the spot I was astonished to find it unoccupied by anything but my hands and the loose fitting material of her shirt. When my hands reached their target, Lauren stopped kissing me, sat up on my abdomen, gave a seductive smile, and quickly pulled her shirt off. I lost my breath... this was the first time I'd seen her beautiful firm breasts since they were just a whisper of what was to come. After I came out of my trance, to the sound of Lauren asking me how they were, I pulled her chest to my mouth and began sucking on her left nipple. “I'll take that to mean you like them.” she moaned. “Mhm.” I hummed, with a mouthful of her beautiful breast, sending a jolt of electricity down her spine and causing a loud moan. I then moved my hands from her back to her skirt-clad ass. I stopped sucking when I found that there was nothing but flesh under the thin material. I looked up into her eyes, picked her up, and laid her down on the couch with her legs spread in front of me. I wasn't prepared for what I saw next. Had I not masturbated twice that day I would have came in pants as soon as my eyes beheld that beautifully trimmed mound with only a landing strip of soft golden hair that was accented by the surprising wetness of her vagina. I pulled her skirt off and began to probe, with my fingers, the edges of her womanhood. The instant my fingers made contact she closed her eyes and immediately began to moan. I leaned my face in closer and saw her clitoris begin to peak its head... as soon as I saw it I knew I needed to taste her. I leaned in close, moved my finger to her hole, and took her clit in my mouth. The fist suck of her clitoris send her over the edge and, within seconds, she was swept away in flood of orgasmic ecstasy. She rode wave after wave until the typhoon subsided about thirty seconds later. When she came down from, what I later found out to be, her first orgasm she pulled me into one of the most passionate kisses that I've ever experienced. She quickly removed my shirt, undid my belt, and yanked my pants off of me. For being only 110 pounds she rolled me over onto my back and swung her soaking wet leg over my hips. With a look of pure Love she stared into my eyes, raised my penis to pussy, and started her slow decent into the world of adulthood. She was so tight, so wet, so warm... when my head was inside I knew that my cock had found the only home it will ever want. As she went lower the feeling was only compounded until I was met with her last line of defense. With a deep breath caught in her lungs, and eyes closed as tight as she could muster, Lauren lifted slightly up and then drove back down with a f***e that must have taken all her strength and let out a scream as her hymen gave way to her vagina's new occupant. “Are you okay?” I asked after a few seconds even though knew it was a stupid question. She didn't move... she just lay there, completely still, clinging to my chest for any semblance of comfort she could find. After about a minute her hips started slowly move. She lessened her grip on my torso and slowly began moving faster. After a minute or two she was moving as fast as her weak legs could go and I was meeting her thrust-for-thrust. I could feel my orgasm building and I told her that I was about to cum. At this revelation she started to ride me faster and with more ferocity. Ten seconds later I succumbed to the rigors of our copulation and began shooting rope after rope of cum into her belly. The moment my orgasm took me Lauren tensed up and started massaging my cock as she was once again swept away in the same flood that had taken her only minutes before. My balls were drained and Lauren's womb was filled with the liquid that it had longed to drink for the last few years. When I rode back down from my orgasmic high I realized that Lauren had passed out from her battle with ecstasy. I slid out of her, carried her up to her bed, laid down with her and drifted off to sl**p before the sun had gone down on the happiest day of my life. I awoke and looked at the clock. The time read 1:28 am. "How did I get so lucky?", I thought as I sat up and looked to the petite angel laying peacefully at my side. I didn't know how I deserved this change of events, in my regularly dull life, but I knew one thing... my angel, and I, would be together forever. Thanks for reading. This was my first story, but I can't guarantee I'll write more. Any CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is much appreciated.