"Christine! What are you doing?" Greg yelled out just as he walked in his home. Returning home from a few hours finishing up work at his job. He walked in to find his sister-in-law naked and sitting on the couch watching television.
"Oh God!" She jumped in her seat, scared from the surprise of someone coming home early.
"W-what are you doing?" He stepped slowly down the steps into his living room. Face twisted in shock, appall, and a little hint of arousal, but that was buried from the shock and appall from seeing Christine going around freely naked in his own house. "What are you naked for," he yelled out, keeping his eyes moving from her face to the television and quick glances at her curvy plump naked body. "And most of all! Why are you naked sitting on my couch where I sit and watch TV?" he couldn't believe this. "And sometimes even lounge?!" adding to the list.
"Look," she stood up in defense naturally, "Jimmy is away with Kim dropping off papers and picking up some things for me since she is going to the groceries and then picking up the dry-cleaning."
"That's great and all but still doesn't explain why you are naked sitting on my couch!" He interrupted her.
"Well if you let me finish. . ." She kept standing, not caring at all she is standing naked in front of her sister's husband. "I finally had some alone time with all the kids being away at our parent's house, it's really hot out, and I can't walk around like this without Jimmy always wanting sex and-" She was cut off and folded her arms annoyingly.
"Ok, ok, ok!" Greg covered his ears with his hands and closed his eyes until he knew she stopped talking. "Couldn't you at least put a towel down on the sofa cushion?" He pointed towards the couch in distress.
"Why? You thinking of something nasty to do with me?" Christine teased him, always enjoying a time where she can watch him squirm and get all beside himself like he always does.
"Oh my God!" He stormed to the kitchen for a beer.
"Well you know where to find me if you want some of momma's pie!" She yelled at Greg, laughing to herself as she heard him mutter out loud in the kitchen.
Greg returned with a bottle of beer and a dishtowel. Tossing it at her and landing on her head, Christine looked to see what it was and sighed.
"There," Greg took a seat in his recliner. "Sit on that. Kim and I hear you and Jimmy at night with it being summer and we keep the windows open on the cooler nights. I know how wet you can get from your narrations and would appreciate it if you didn't stain my cushions." He was over the initial shock of walking in on her naked.
He has to admit it though that it is kind of nice seeing her naked. She isn't all that bad looking at all and the way she is just naturally sitting in his couch is pulling at his better judgment. Her long black hair going past her white shoulders.
"Do I look wet?" She opened her legs and exposed her pussy to Greg and stuck her tongue out at him.
"Oh God! Jimmy isn't even home and you already prepping up for tonight." He closed his eyes, still picturing her plump pussy lips and black pussy hair fanned out above them in his mind.
"Oh, come on. Don't pretend you don't want to see, or not the least bit curious of how I stack up against Kim." She kept her legs open and Greg turned his head away towards the TV and away from Christine.
"No. . . I am fine, thank you." He kept forcing himself to stare at the television.
"Jeez. Fine then, if you won't look over I will just come over there." She jumped up and headed towards the recliner and stood in closely in front of him. "See?" Christine jutted her hips out a little and used her fingers to reveal her pussy again to Greg.
"God are you always horny? I thought it was Jimmy but now I see it must be you that does the instigating." He was trapped in his chair, he knew he could never get past her if he tried to stand up and take a run for it. But it was very nice, the back of his mind kept telling him. Arguing between his logic and his lust.
"Come on, Greg! Don't act like you don't want to take a look at your wife's sister. I mean we are alone and no one will know if you looked at me or not." She moved closer, her knees touching his knees now, making him inching as far back as he could in his chair.