Pleasing My Sister-in-Law

More than a month had passed since Kourtney confessed to her sister that she and I had been sleeping together. After ending the phone call that night, Kathy asked me if it was true, and I told her it was. She gave me just enough time to pack a bag before she kicked me out of the house. I went to stay with my mom, hoping we could somehow work things out, but quickly discovered there was no home.

Between very pointed phone calls from both her dad and her uncle and being served divorce papers, I knew it was over. I signed the papers and sent them back, and we got a future court date to settle everything. In the meantime, I was lucky enough, with some help, to get a small, one-bedroom apartment that I moved into.

My nights, especially the weekends, were now filled with video games and movies. I had only heard from Kourtney once, in a text saying that she was sorry. I wanted to be mad at her, but really, it was my fault that I let it go on so long. But I figured the less contact I had with her, at least for now, the better. I had thought about calling Jessica, but wasn't sure how that would go.

It was Friday night in mid-September, and I was sitting on the couch I had bought from the thrift store for twenty dollars when somebody knocked on my door. Living in an apartment complex where the door opened right up to the outside, I was nervous walking up to it. Looking through the peephole, I was a little surprised to see Kourtney standing there.

I opened up the door, and she said, "Hi, Danny." I said hi back very cautiously. She looked like she had been crying as she asked, "Can I come in?" I thought about it for a second before nodding my head yes and stepping aside, closing the door after she walked in.

I only had one couch, plus a few chairs at the dining table. I pointed her to the couch, while I went to pull a chair into the living room and sat down on it. "Do you hate me?" Kourtney asked me, wiping a tear away from her face.

I sat in silence for a few seconds before she said, "I wouldn't blame you if you did. I've ruined your whole life just because I wanted to be selfish. I'm such a moron."

"How did Gary find out?" I asked her.

"He must have been suspicious for a while, because he kept bugging me for details about what we did the night we arrived in Chicago. I kept telling him that we just ate and watched TV. I finally snapped at him and asked if he wanted to hear about you fucking my guts out, and when he said yes, I admitted it," Kourtney said. "I never thought he would have reacted the way he did."

"I don't hate you, Kourtney. I never could. It takes two for us to do what we did," I told her.

"I know. But, still, I'm the one that kept pushing for more and finding excuses for us to be together," she said.

"Oh well. So, are you and Gary done? Or are you going to try to work things out?" I asked her.

"We went to one therapy session, and a lot of things came out, both about me and him. He filed for divorce the next day," she said, wiping another tear away.

"What is the rest of the family thinking? Hating me and you? Are your parents still mad at you?" I asked.

"I think that my dad is just disappointed and was blaming himself. Mom is just in shock; she says she doesn't want to talk about it but brings it up all the time. Jack called me an idiot. Katie said to make sure her name stays out of it," Kourtney said, leaning back on the couch.

I sat back on the chair and looked at Kourtney. Her long, brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she was wearing a loose-fitting gray t-shirt and black leggings. She looked around at my tiny apartment and said, "This stinks so bad. I never wanted this to happen."

"Me either," I said, taking a deep breath.

"I'm sorry, Danny. I never should have come over without asking first. I'm sure I'm the last person you want to see," Kourtney said as she started to stand up.

"Actually, it's kind of nice to have the company. I'm sorry; I just wasn't expecting you. Have you eaten? Do you need a drink?" I said, standing up too. She said that a bottle of water would be great, and she followed me into my tiny kitchen. I handed her a water bottle from my fridge, and she took it.

After taking a drink, she said, "So, how are you doing? I've been thinking about you a lot and hoping you weren't beating yourself up too much."

"I'm doing OK," I answered her. "I'm glad that I was able to find my own place; I think that's helped a lot. We have a court date in a few weeks to work out all the custody stuff, and I'm pretty nervous about how that will go. But I think I'm doing good besides that."

We moved back to the living room, and this time I joined Kourtney on the couch. We continued to talk about how our lives had changed until Kourtney finished her drink and we both got quiet. She leaned her head down and said, "Can I tell you a secret?" I said, of course, and she said, "Well, I guess there's two. The first one, after I confessed everything to Kathy and sobered up the next day, I was actually happy, thinking that me and you wouldn't have to sneak around any more. Then I realized you probably wouldn't want anything to do with me anymore."

"What's the second?" I asked.

"I get drunk almost every night, get horny, and fuck myself while thinking about you," she said, her head still down.

"Are you drunk now?" I asked her.

"No. I did have one beer at my house before coming over. But I'm not drunk," she confessed.

"Kourtney, why did you come over here?" I asked.

"I don't know," she said, starting to cry.

I got up from the couch and said, "Kourtney, be honest with me. Did you come over here because you're horny?"

Kourtney put her head in her hands and nodded it, saying yes at the same time. I walked into the kitchen for a moment before going back into the living room. Kourtney had gotten up from the couch and said, "I'm sorry. It was dumb for me to come over. I'll go."

As she went to walk to the door, I reached out and grabbed her arm. Kourtney looked up at me as I pulled her towards me. When she was close enough, I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her close to my body. Before she could question me, I moved my head toward hers and kissed her lips.

Kourtney immediately melted her body into mine and started to kiss me back. As we made out, I moved us until we were in my bedroom. Ending the kiss, Kourtney said, "You really don't have to do this if you don't want to."

She went to say something else, but I stopped her and said, "Get your clothes off, get on the floor, and blow me."

Kourtney started to smile as she pulled her shirt and shorts off, leaving her in a purple thong and a matching sports bra. She quickly discarded them, exposing her B-cup-sized breasts and clean-shaven pussy to me. She knelt on the floor in front of me as I pulled off my shirt and shorts, leaving just my underwear for her to take off.

As Kourtney pulled my underwear off, my six-inch-long cock popped out, already rock hard. She wrapped her hand around it and started to rub it up and down, using her tongue to tease the tip of my cock. I pushed my hips forward, sliding my cock into her mouth, as she started to bob her head up and down my shaft, taking me deep into her throat.

After a few minutes, I pulled away from Kourtney, sliding my cock out of her mouth. I helped her up off the floor and began to kiss her again. We moved towards my bed, but before we laid down on it, I ended the kiss and pulled away from her.

As I looked into Kourtney's hazel eyes, I said, "Is this really what you want?" Kourtney stared back at me, and I could see tears starting to form in her eyes. She shook her head no as they started to come out.

I wrapped her in a hug as she cried, resting her head on my shoulder. She tried to push me away and said, "I'm sorry. I need to leave."

I held tight to her and said, "No, Kourtney. You need to stay here. Get dressed." I quickly grabbed our clothes, and we put them on before I walked us back into the living room.

She sat back down on the couch as I walked into the kitchen. I heard her say, "Why won't you let me leave? I ruined your life; I only want you for sex, and even that wouldn't be enjoyable for you."

I came back into the living room with two pints of ice cream and two spoons, and I handed one of each to Kourtney. She reluctantly took them as I sat down next to her and said, "Because, Kourtney, I'm not the only one that's been hurt by all this. And, you know what? We're not going to get sympathy from anybody else for it. Plus, I still care about you and am going to take care of you. So, shut up, eat the ice cream, and let's watch a movie."

After eating the ice cream, Kourtney cuddled up next to me on the couch, under a blanket I had grabbed. We ended up falling asleep on the couch and waking up early the next morning in each other's arms.

"Good morning," Kourtney softly said.

"Morning. This couch is not that comfortable to sleep on," I said as we worked to untangle ourselves from our arms and the blanket. I stood up, stretching my arms as I did, before walking over to the bathroom.

When I came back out, Kourtney was sitting up on the couch and said, "Thank you for last night, Danny. You were right. I did just come over looking to hook up, but I needed a night with just a friend."

"Of course," I replied back, walking into the kitchen. "It was actually a good night, I think. I liked having some company around. Do you want eggs and sausage for breakfast?"

"You don't have to make me breakfast. I should probably go home. I don't have anything here," Kourtney said, getting up from the couch.

"Nah, you're not leaving yet. I have an extra, unopened toothbrush you can use. And you can throw your clothes in the wash if you want," I told her as I started to make the eggs.

"You want me walking around your apartment completely naked?" She said this as she came into the kitchen.

"Walking? No. But it is my plan, after we eat, to finish what we started last night. So, whether you're doing laundry or not, you will be naked," I said. I looked back at her, seeing her standing still, and said, "Unless you want to go home, I won't stop you."

"I think I'll stay," I heard her say.

"Good. You need to be punished," I said. She asked for what, and I said, "For what you did. I can't hate you or be mad at you, but I can still take out my frustrations on you while we're in bed together."

"Oh. I like the sound of that," Kourtney replied back as she started to help me with breakfast.

After breakfast, we cleaned everything up together and brushed our teeth. When we were done, Kourtney said, "So, what's your plan for the rest of the day?"

I laughed and said, "Well, I had a full day planned of doing a whole lot of nothing. But, now, it's going to be mostly spent in bed with you."

With that, I wrapped my arms around her waist and pushed her towards the bedroom while we began to kiss. Once there, I broke the kiss and said, "Remember how we started last night?" Kourtney nodded her head yes, and I said, "Do that again."

Kourtney eagerly stripped off her clothes again, this time while swaying her hips back and forth, turning around and bending over when she pulled her thong off, and rubbing her ass up against my groin.

I pulled off my shirt while Kourtney dropped to her knees and pulled my shorts and underwear off. I was already hard, and Kourtney went to wrap her hand around my six-inch-long cock, but I stopped her and said, "Mouth only."

Kourtney smiled up at me and said, "I should have brought my handcuffs," before she opened up her mouth and swallowed my cock down her throat in one movement. She began to bob her head up and down, running her tongue alongside the bottom of my shaft. I enjoyed the feeling of her lips wrapped around my cock as I watched the beautiful girl blow me.

After a few minutes, I grabbed onto the sides of her head with my hands and held her still. I started to thrust my hips back and forth, slowly at first, but picking up speed until I slamming my groin into her face, my cock going down her throat and back up, over and over. Kourtney was gagging on my cock, spit coming out the sides of her mouth, as I pushed in as deep as I could go and held her there, enjoying the feeling of my thick cock filling her mouth.

When I was done, I pulled out of her mouth and helped her stand up. She said, "If that's how you're going to punish me, I'm never leaving."

I turned her around to face away from me and said, "We're just getting started."

"What else are you going to do to me?" Kourtney inquired, but instead of answering, I just pushed her over onto the bed so that her upper body was lying flat on it and her long, tan legs were still on the floor. I used my hand to spread her legs a little, then rubbed her pussy, spreading her wetness around. I raised my hand into the air before bringing it down sharply on her left butt cheek, causing Kourtney to let out a yelp in both pain and pleasure. I did the same to the other cheek before repeating it over and over until both of her buttcheeks were bright red.

"If your goal is to make it so I can't walk, you're well on your way," Kourtney said when I was done. I began to rub her pussy again, slipping my finger in and out of it. Standing up behind her, I took my cock in my hand, lined it up with her entrance, and pulled my finger out of her as I pushed my cock in.

I started to fuck Kourtney as hard and fast as I could, making my hips smack against her butt as I pulled my cock out to its tip before pushing back in as deep as I could go. Over and over, I slammed my cock into her, forcing Kourtney into the bed as she turned her head so she could moan as my cock hit deep inside her.

I pulled out of Kourtney and helped her roll over on the bed. I slid my cock back into her waiting pussy and pushed all the way in. Holding myself deep in her, I reached forward with my hands and took her breasts in them. I squeezed Kourtney's B-cup-sized breasts before moving my fingers to her nipples, where I pinched and rubbed them. Going back to squeezing her breasts, I started to thrust my hips back and forth, sliding my cock in and out of her.

Slamming into her as hard and fast as I could, I moved one of my hands forward and wrapped it around her neck. I looked up at her hazel eyes, and she nodded her head. I gently squeezed down on her neck, lightly choking her. Almost instantly, I felt Kourtney's body arch off the bed, her pussy clenched around my cock, and a massive moan escaped her mouth as she orgasmed. I continued to choke her while squeezing her breast and pounding her with my cock as her body bucked up and down throughout the orgasm.

When she was done, she said, "Oh my fucking God, Danny! That was amazing! Are you close?" I told her that I was, and she said, "Give it to me. Give me your cum! I fucking want it!"

In response, I squeezed down on her neck harder and said, "You want my cum?" Kourtney nodded her head yes, and I said, "You don't deserve it in you."

I let go of her neck and breast as I stood up straighter, and my cock popped out of her pussy. I quickly wrapped my hand around it and started to stroke it. I moved forward as I started to orgasm. I hadn't had one in a while, and a giant rope of cum shot out of the tip of my cock and landed on Kourtney's stomach. I continued to pump as another shot landed on her breasts, another hit her neck, and the last little bit joined the first on her stomach.

Kourtney was breathing deep as she looked down at her cum-covered body and said, "Damn, Danny. Been a while?"

I laughed and said, "About a week."

"Holy shit. I need to make you mad at me more often," she said as she laid her head down on the bed.

"You have any plans today?" I asked her.

"Nope. I was just going to spend the day doing stuff around my parents house. Why? Do you want to punish me some more?" She asked me with a smile on her face.

"Yes. You're going to stay here, naked and covered in my cum. And be mine to use all day," I told her.

"That's not much of a punishment," she replied back.

"I know," I said as I walked to the bathroom. "But it'll be fun."

After I was done in the bathroom, I gave Kourtney her phone and went to jump in the shower. When I got out and went to get dressed, Kourtney was still lying in my bed, her stomach and chest covered in my cum, and she was looking at her phone. We talked a little bit as I put some clothes on before I said, "So, are you really OK with just laying here, waiting for me to use you?"

"Probably not all day. But I don't mind it for a couple of hours," she responded back.

"What about hanging around my apartment, completely naked, all day? Like, not just on my bed? And be at my beck and call?" I asked her.

"Oh, that would be easy," she said. I nodded my head before telling her that I would be back and leaving the room. I had some stuff to do around my apartment that I hurried to do. My mind kept going back to the beautiful, naked girl laying in my bed, and I started to grow hard in my shorts.

I walked back into the bedroom to find Kourtney laying in the center of my bed, with her head laying on my pillows. She was holding her phone up by her face with one hand, while her other hand was down by her groin, lightly and slowly rubbing around her clean-shaven pussy.

I watched her for a second before I pulled my shorts and underwear down and kicked them off. Kourtney heard me moving and put her phone down, watching as I wrapped my hand around my cock and slowly rubbed it up and down as I finished growing to my full six inches. I climbed up on the bed, kneeling next to her face. Kourtney opened up her mouth as I slid my cock in it and started to bob her head up and down my shaft.

I watched as she brought her hand up from her groin, but before she could wrap it around my cock, I said, "You can use your hand on me, but keep touching yourself."

Kourtney moaned around my cock as she wrapped her hand around my shaft, and it joined her head, going up and down. She moved her other hand around, and I watched as she pinched her nipples, rubbing them between her fingers, then traced a line down her stomach to her groin. She spread her legs a little wider as she slid a finger down her slit and rubbed her pussy.

She continued to bob her head up and down my shaft, her hand following right behind her. She was taking me deep in her throat every time, as I placed my hand on the back of her head, helping to guide her speed and holding her in place every couple of seconds. Kourtney finally pushed a finger into her pussy, sliding it in and out quickly, matching the pace of her mouth on my cock.

Kourtney started to alternate between fingering herself and rubbing her clit as she continued to blow me. I asked if she was getting close as her body started to move more, and she nodded her head yes. I told her, "I am too. And I'm going to cover your face with my cum."

That made Kourtney really excited, and she deep throated me again and again as she rubbed her clit until she started to orgasm. The force of her orgasm caused her to snap her legs shut on her hand, and my cock popped out of her mouth. I quickly used one hand to wrap around my cock while I grabbed her head with my other hand.

I held her head up, my cock pointed straight at it, as I started to orgasm. Just like the one from this morning, rope after rope of cum shot out, landing all over Kourtney's face. She closed her eyes as it hit her nose, forehead, cheeks, and mouth. When I was done, I let go of her head, and she laid down on the bed.

I kneeled back on my legs and asked, "Dream come true?"

Kourtney nodded her head yes and said, "I've never had this much cum on me or felt so dirty."

"If you want, we can keep going. I'm pretty sure I can go for round three in a few hours," I told her.