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 sister in law SeXStoRY

ive allway had this great comunication with my s****r in law im always doing her favrs and i won lie its because i like her she has this amazing body. she has a tone up ass and this perfectly round tits just big enough to make me almost drool last year it was my birthday and my girl invinted her to a pool party we did in a friends house. when she arrived we started drinking and playing around. we all wen upstairs to the apartment and we put the music on and strated drinking and dancing. she sarts to talk to me and tellsme she has a female friend that wants to have sex with her but she tells her no cause shes straight and i told her the she was a beautfull women and i could understand why her friend liked her so i confessed and told her i liked her but i respected her. she told me that i was really nice i she never expected it from me but she was ok with it. after a wile dancing she take off her top and starts to give me a lap dance i was soo hungry for her but i didnt touch her cause my girl was in the other room but my s****r in law strated kissing and passin her thonge arround my neck. i kept resistin my self and she got up that when my girl comes in and she asks what was going on cause her s*s was topless, so she talked to her s*s in private aparentley they agreed to have a treesome with me (not to my knowledge) then my girl walkes towards me an askes me to take a shower but her s*s was the so i refuses to take my clothes in front of her but they both undressed me and i strated to get all wet so i kissed my girl cause i didnt want anny trouble but my s****r in law turned me arround and we sarted kissing, as we kissed my girl reached down to me and touched my pussy i was embarased when she told me i was wetter than ussual but after a while my girl gave up and told me to finnish her s*s cause she couldnt do it and so i did my s****r in law was soo exited and while i was licking her she was moaning to me how great i was doing her then she strater kissing me again and in secnds she unleashed her self to me and started bitting, putting her nails trough my skin and slapping my my face eaven if it hurted me it felt awsome so i never complained i just her trough for the greates 3 hours of sex and multiples orgasms we had but after we was done i was exaausted but we i got to the room my girl was waiting on me jelous and she asked me to fuck her like i fucked her s*s so i had to gain energies idk where to fuck my girl all night long like she asked whe i looked at the clock it was already 6 am and my s*s in law had left with no goodbyes or anything i slept a whole day after all that but i dont regret it ever

My Sister-In-Law SeXStoRY

I’m married to a beautiful woman who just happens to have a twin s****r. Her and her s****r are not identical twins though. Carrie has blonde curly hair, while my wife has long straight brown hair. When I first met Carrie, I didn’t think too much about her as far as any sort of physical attraction. Yes, she’s very attractive, but it wasn’t on my mind. It wasn’t until several years later that I started to notice her more and more. The first time I remember being attracted to Carrie was one evening at her house while my wife and I were visiting. We were all sitting in the living room chatting. Carrie was wearing pajama pants and a t-shirt. I noticed how the pajamas made her perfect ass look even better. I began to check her out even more. She has perky tits and her face was beautiful; she has big beautiful brown eyes, a sexy smile and soft, smooth looking skin. Her long blonde curly hair framed her face nicely. It wasn’t long before I had a raging hard-on and tried to take my mind off of her. Later that evening, we were all sitting at the table playing a board game. Carrie and I were laughing pretty much non-stop because we kept blocking my wife from getting rid of her tiles and scoring points. There were a few times in our laughter that I noticed Carrie looking right at me, almost intently. I thought to myself, “was she flirting with me?” Nah, I told myself…that it was just my hopeful wishing. Ever since that night, whenever we were around Carrie, I would try to steal glances of her great body and perfect ass. Over the next few years, my lust for my s****r-in-law never faded. I often jerked off while thinking about Carrie. One night, while my wife and I were having sex, thoughts of Carrie entered my mind. Instead of fucking my wife, in my mind I was fucking Carrie! The thought of pumping my cock in and out of Carrie’s warm wet pussy while fucking my wife was almost more than I could handle. I have never cummed so hard or so much in my entire life. Several months later, I had to go visit a client who happens to be in the same town where Carrie lives, which was a few hours drive from us. My wife told Carrie that I was going to be in town for the day and Carrie said to be sure that I stop by since she had a few things for me to bring back to my wife. After my meeting with the client, I made my way over to Carrie’s. When I arrived I noticed she was looking great as usual. She was working in the kitchen and I sat at the table while we were chatting. I kept looking at her great ass and nice tits and as usual, it wasn’t long before I had a hard-on. We chatted for a little while longer and then she said she had to go over to a neighbor’s house to get a few things and that she would be back in about thirty minutes. She told me to make myself at home and then she left. I had to pee, so I went down the hall to the bathroom. When I walked out, I passed by the laundry room and a familiar thought crossed my mind: Carrie’s panties! I had thought about raiding the laundry room looking for her worn panties before on previous visits with my wife, but I was always too chicken to do so and was afraid of getting caught. This time I new she would be gone for a while and I was the only one in the house. This would be perfect! I walked into the laundry room and found a basket loaded with her panties and bras in it…jackpot! There were so many to choose from I almost had a hard time picking out the ones I wanted. I found a pretty pair of bikini panties and to my surprise they still felt wet. Was this a pair she had on this morning? I thought to myself. I picked them up and held them to my nose, inhaling the sweet scent of my sexy s****r-in-law. I imagined her pussy being right there. I put my tongue on the crotch and tasted her for the first time. Smelling her dirty panties and licking them made me want to pull out my cock and jerk off with them. In my state of bliss, I didn’t notice that she had come home sooner than expected and was standing in the door way of the laundry room. “What are you doing?” she said. I froze and couldn’t move. My heart felt like it had jumped up into my throat and I could feel the intense pounding in my head knowing that she just caught me with her dirty panties. “What the hell? Are those my panties?” she exclaimed. I couldn’t answer. “Well, are you going to answer me?” “I….uh….” was all I could mutter. “Do you like smelling my dirty panties?” she asked “Yes, but this is the first time I’ve done this. I’m sorry, it won’t happen again” I replied. We stood there in silence for a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. Then what happened next totally took me by surprised. “Do you want to smell the ones I have on?” she said “Really?” I said, still in a state of shock. I stood there in amazement as Carrie unbuttoned her jeans, slid the zipper down and pushed the jeans down to her ankles. She had on a sexy pair of white panties adorned with a little bit of lace. She told me to move in front of her and to get down on my knees. There I was, my face in front of her panty covered puss. I could smell her wetness as my mouth watered. She grabbed me by the back of the head and pushed my face into her wet crotch. I started to move my hands up to grab her by the waist and she immediately slapped them and said no touching. With my nose buried in Carrie’s panties, I inhaled deeply, taking in as much as I could. She smelled fantastic! I could feel the wetness of Carrie’s panties on my nose. My dick was so hard I thought I was going to cum right there in my pants. I started licking her panties, shoving my tongue between her pussy lips through her panties. She started moaning and cooing as I did this. I moved my hands towards her again and again I was met with resistance. She pulled my head away from her crotch and then seductively slid her panties down to her knees. She had a fairly hairy pussy, not over grown and out of control, but somewhat trimmed and concentrated right on her mound. It looked fucking great! She grabbed my head again and shoved my face back into her wet crotch. I started licking her clit and shoved my tongue back between her pussy lips. At this point I lost all control. I grabbed her ass and started massaging it. My fingers made their way to her ass hole and started probing it. I shoved a finger up her ass and I thought she was going to cum right then and there. “Oh my god! Yes…that’s it…lick my wet pussy. Eat it good.” she said “I want to cum all over your face.” I started moving my tongue in her pussy feverishly, like this was the last meal I would ever get. She started bucking, shoving my face and holding it in her crotch. At one point, I thought I might suffocate, but hell….what a way to die! “Oh god, that feels so good! Jeezus, I’m going to cum. Tongue fuck that pussy. That’s it…oh god…oh…oh…ughhhhh!” I could feel my face being drenched with her juices as she came. I continued to lick as much as I could. She finally pulled my head away from her drenched pussy and pulled me up to her and gave me a long passionate kiss. Stepping out of her jeans and panties, she grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hallway to her bedroom. When we got there, I bent her over the edge of the bed and told her I was going to fuck the shit out of her. I dropped my jeans and boxers, exposing my throbbing cock. I started rubbing my dick between her ass cheeks, savoring the sight before me. I still couldn’t believe it. Here I was about to fuck my sexy as hell s****r-in-law. I couldn’t take it anymore and slowly started to press the head of my dick into her wet opening. I pushed in a little further as she let out a sigh. I pushed in a little more and then pulled back so that the head of my dick was the only thing in her. Finally, I plunged all the way in her wet steamy pussy. “Holy shit, you feel great Carrie!” I blurted out “Your cock feels sooo goooood inside me” she said with a slur We fucked like this for a few minutes, but then I suddenly stopped. I was on the verge of cumming, but I didn’t want to finish that way. I pulled out and told her that I wanted to see her face when I came. I told her to get on the bed and lay on her back. I moved up between her legs and spead them. I shoved my dick back into her pussy and started fucking her again. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer, but wanted her to cum again. I started rubbing her clit with my finger. “Oh god…..yes, yes, yes. Ugh….fuck my pussy! Pound it! Shit….I’m going to cum! Ughhh…..” Hearing that and looking her beautiful face and pussy, I reached my peak. “Carrie, I’m going to cum!” “Yes, cum….cum in my pussy! Don’t pull out until you’re done!” With one last thrust, I shot my wad deep in Carrie’s pussy. I must have shot cum inside her six or seven times, filling her pussy so much that cum seeped out as I was still finishing. Not wanting to leave this position, I waited until I was completely soft before pulling out and collapsing on top of her. We kissed and then just laid there on the bed. We woke up an hour or so later. I gathered up my clothes and Carrie gave me the items that I was suppose to take back with me for my wife. We said our good-byes and kissed one last time. Carrie slipped her panties, that she had on when this all started, into my pocket and told me not to let her s****r find them and gave me a wink and a smile. It was a long drive home, but I was in no hurry. As I was driving, I smelled her panties and thought about what happened just a few hours earlier. I couldn’t wait for the next time we would see each other.