I'm jerking my flaccid dick, desperately hoping for a twitch. Something. Come on, buddy. Fuck. I never had a problem with getting hard. I try closing my eyes and thinking of anything to get me there, but all I can think about is the scene 2 days ago.
My wife and I, our luggage at our feet, are on my sister-in-law's luxury sofa in her fancy high-rise apartment. After losing my job and investing all our savings in crypto, I felt my lowest. We were getting evicted and losing the car. My wife has been a homemaker for the last decade. We had nothing. Lost everything, and the only family nearby was her rich corporate sister. Who always looked down on my wife. Her smug smile when we begged her to stay until I found a new job. And her demand in return.
"Nothing?" my sister-in-law asks, splayed out on her bed.
"Give me a second."
"You know you can't impregnate me with a limb dick, right?"
I want to yell at her to shut up. And land back on the street? No. But I can't help the annoyed tone when I say: "Can I at least close the door? So she doesn't have to hear this."
"Oh, she shouldn't be such a prude. I told her she could be in the room if she wanted to. Right, sis?" she asks my wife, who sits on the sofa in the other room. With the door open. Crying silently because her bully of a sister wants her husband to impregnate her to stay at her place.
My sister-in-law is draped on the bed like a 90s Playboy model. Dressed in black lingerie of silk and lace. Her body is extraordinary. She obviously works out but has those sinful curves. God damn it. Close your eyes, you disloyal prick. How can I find her so attractive? My wife is beautiful. The most beautiful woman alive to me. She might be rounder and shorter. She might not be confident enough to dress like this for me. But I love her. I love her so much.
Think of her.
Come on.
Get hard.
My sister-in-law sighs, and I hear the rustle of sheets as she gets up. I don't want to look, but I can't help myself. She got on her hands and knees and crawls towards me on the bed. Oh fuck. Her tits swing with every movement. She looks like a goddess. A horny goddess.
Reaching me, she touches me as if she has a right to it.
"You know why I'm doing this?"
Because you are a spiteful bitch who enjoys bulling your sister. I don't answer.
"Why I'm insisting on having your baby?" She reaches out with one finger. The tip touches my collarbone and slides down slowly.
"Why I can't wait to be filled with your cum?"
I jump, and when she reaches my navel, she circles it before moving further down.
"Why I want you inside me so bad?"
She stops an inch before my dick. She was waiting for me to answer.
"No."
"Because of this."
Her hand wraps around my dick. Fuck. Her long, soft fingers feel so good. So incredibly good. But she is my wife's sister. My wife. Fucking shit. She pumps up and down while rubbing her tight little body against me. The lace on her lingerie is rough against my nipples. She rotates her hand, and damn it. There it is. A twitch.
"And this." her other hand reaches for my face, stroking my jaw lovingly. "And this," she strokes my nose. "And those dark eyes. Fuck. You are so beautiful."
My dick is growing in her hand. I'm a fucking traitor.
"Your proportions are perfect. You are so tall, with wide shoulders. Long legs. Flawless skin. A little hair on your chest."
I feel dizzy when she strokes my pecks. To be honest. I don't remember the last time I was complimented like this.
"You are healthy. Smart and beautiful. All I want my kids to be."
"Not so smart." I want to kick myself for that glimpse of insecurity.
She snorts. I wait for the cutting putdown she so skillfully hurls at my wife, but she leans in and kisses my chin. "A setback. One I'm profiting off, yes. But temporary. There is a job opening at my company. I can get you in with no problem, and you will earn six figures easily. You are well educated. Quick-witted. Charming and competent. A natural born leader if you get your mindset right."
She plays with my balls and licks my neck. Oh fuck.
"I get you had a hard time lately, but if you think about it. Things are going great for you."
"Are they?"