My Depraved Life
Sister-in-law Surprise - Chapter 1
Everyone is over 18.
I first met my future sisters-in-law when I was 19. The oldest was my age and the youngest was just 10. I had started dating, and ended up marrying, the middle sister, Lynn.
As little sisters go, the youngest sister-in-law was pretty typical. Always hanging around and being a pain in the ass. Interrupting. Sitting between us. Sticking out her tongue when no one was looking. You know the kind - pains in the butt with pigtails and braces on their teeth.
I started calling her 'Brat' back then and to this day, I still call her that. "Hey, brat" is my usual greeting.
All that changed when she turned 18 and graduated from high school.
She was no longer the pigtailed little sister. Almost overnight, she developed in to quite an attractive woman. Her 'pain the ass' actions changed to flirting with her older sisters' husbands. The oldest sister had gotten married about five months after I married the middle sister. Why we did that to their father, I will never know. That had to be financially painful - paying for two weddings in five months.
As I said, Brat became quite a flirt. It was usually quite innocent teenager stuff. Asking how I liked her new skirt (usually quite short) or her new bathing suit (usually quite small) - things like that. Both older sisters would react as expected and Brat would laugh walking away.
She would come home from college over the summer and lay out in their back yard working on her tan. Usually with her top undone (she did not want any tan lines). But if the other brother-in-law or I was near, she would ask if we would put sunscreen on her back (she did not want to burn either). But when she asked, she managed to raise up enough to expose most of her breast, but never the nipple. Again, quite a flirt and cock tease.
That type of flirting continued until she graduated college and moved to another city. Then we only saw her rarely, mainly on holidays. But when we saw her, the greetings were different. Cheek-to-cheek air kisses became actual kisses on the cheek. Then they moved closer to the mouth. Eventually her greeting kisses would 'accidentally' brush my lips. But then she would lower her face as if she were embarrassed. Then she would raise her eyes, looking directly into mine, and lick her lips or wink.
Hugs started lasting longer. Passing each other in a hallway or doorway became quite interesting. If we were face-to-face, somehow her hand always managed to brush my crotch. If her back was to me, her ass would swing a couple times against my dick. None of this was flagrant or too obvious.
Her flirtations occurred with more caution while at the same time they were more daring. Our F2F passings went from her hand brushing my dick to briefly grabbing it.
At holiday dinners, Brat usually arranged to sit next to me. If she needed to reach for something, she supported herself with the other hand on my thigh, or sometimes my dick. But this was always followed by a slight laugh and, "oops, sorry." There were many dinners where I was glad to be sitting down, hiding an erection under the table.
Because I was married to her sister, her flirting never went any further.
However, a few years after she graduated, my wife and I went out to dinner with what was supposed to be three other couples. Two good friends of ours, Jon and Larry, with their current dates, and Brat with her date.
As it worked out, Brat's date cancelled, and Jon's date cancelled. So, Brat and Jon spent the evening talking and comparing cancelled dates. The next day, each of them called me asking about dating the other. I provided each the other's phone number. and they started dating.
There must have been some connection as they planned 6 dates on their first phone call.
They obviously hit it off because about 2 years later, they got married.
However, while I am still married to her sister, Brat didn't fare so well. She just got divorced about 6 months ago.
While I may technically be married, my wife and I fell into the usual routine and 'take each other for granted' state. We stayed married but lived in separate rooms and pretty much led separate lives. We were more roommates than spouses. I think the last time we had sex was when Bill Clinton was President of the US.
A couple years ago, Brat and the older sister asked my wife, Lynn, to join them for a 'sisters' weekend. I figured shopping, drinking, movies, whatever. But was I ever wrong. Lynn came back from that first sisters' weekend very quiet and withdrawn.
I asked her, 'no fun, huh?'
Her response was a very terse, "I don't want to talk about it."
Well, we'd been married long enough for me to know better than to press the issue. So, I let it slide.
About six months later, the other sisters talked about their upcoming sisters' weekend, but my wife was not interested. I never understood why. When I asked, I was told in no uncertain terms, "I don't want to go."
This really made me curious, because we would get together with her brothers and sisters for what they called a sibling's dinner with siblings and their spouses or significant others. While my wife was subdued, she never refused to go. Why she would do the dinners, but not the weekends, I never understood.
But I decided to find out. So, one day, I drove to Brat's house to ask.
As normal, she greeted me at the door with a lip-brushing kiss and a dick-brushing hug wearing a skirt and a shirt knotted under her breasts.
"What's up? What are you doing over here? Where's Lynn?"
"She's back home. I came by to ask you a question. I've been meaning to ask for a while, and since I was in the neighborhood, I thought I'd stop by."
"Seriously, it must be one helluva question or your definition of neighborhood extends to 50 miles."
"Yeah, well...I want to know what happened at the sister's weekend when Lynn went with you and Julia. She came home terribly upset and wouldn't talk about it."
Brat turned red and smiled before she turned to walk back into the house.
"This will require wine. White or red?"
"What have you got open?"
"Just pulled the cork on a nice California cab."
"Sounds perfect."
Brat grabbed the bottle and her glass. I grabbed a glass off the rack and followed her into the living room.
She filled my glass and sat down on the couch curling her legs under her and causing her already short skirt to rise even higher on her bare legs. Brat did have great legs.
Brat took a sip of wine and looked at me, "Julia and I have been doing the sisters weekend for a while. But never thought Lynn would be interested. We asked once and she said she didn't have the money. So, we quit asking. However, after some things she said about feeling left out, we decided to ask her again. This time she accepted."
"I know. But what happened?"
"First, let me explain. The sisters' weekends were a chance for Julia and me to get closer..."
"Closer?"
"Very close," Brat paused before continuing. "Julia and I have been lovers since I turned 18. Lynn never took any of the hints we dropped at various times, so we never asked again. But something she told me a while back made me think it may be time to invite her."
As it turned out, my wife had mentioned our sex life, or actually a lack of sex life, to Brat in passing. Not complaining, just a casual comment while washing dishes after a family dinner. After she got divorced, Brat remembered that discussion and set out to change my wife's celibate status.
"We tried to bring her in slowly, but obviously we didn't go slow enough. The first night, we jumped in the hot tub and took our tops off. Your wife didn't. It was just the three of us women, and she acted like there were men around."
"I can believe that."
"We tried everything...wine, accidentally brushing her breasts, kisses on the cheek. Nothing worked. So, Julia and I decided we wouldn't waste our weekend because of her. After breakfast the next morning, we told her what the weekends were really about and asked outright if she wanted to join in. Not surprisingly, she said no. She basically stayed in her room the rest of the day, that night and the next day until we left. She didn't speak all the way home and has barely spoken to either of us since then."
Wow, I had no idea. But the images running through my head were making me hot...and hard.
"Damn, Brat. That was the last thing I expected to hear."
"You asked. Why are you smiling?"
"Pictures are running through my mind. My imagination is making me pretty hot...almost too hot. Your skirt and that shirt aren't helping."
She smiled and said, "There is no such thing as too hot. But maybe you would cool down if I took the shirt off." As she started to undo the knot, I noticed she was not wearing a bra. Not that she needed one. Her breasts were very firm. They looked great under the shirt.
"Whoa, wait a minute. That's not what I meant."
"What's the matter, you don't like my breasts?"
"I've never seen them. And I doubt your sister would want me to see them now."
"I won't tell if you don't." She smiled and opened the blouse and let it fall from her shoulders. Her tits did look good. Little sag, rock hard nipples...just the right size to nibble on.
"Well, you certainly look like you are much cooler now. But I don't think that will help me cool down."
"You're right, "she said reaching for her shirt. "Maybe I should put this back on. But since I know that you and sis haven't had sex in a while, I though you may enjoy this."
"Oh, I do, so don't put that back on, on my account."
I may be dumb, but I'm not stupid. I love a nice set of tits, and Brat had a very nice set.
"If you are more comfortable that way, I'm not one to complain. But it will make it hard to concentrate on talking and make me a bit uncomfortable." Thinking of how hard I was getting in my jeans.
Brat walked over and rubbed my cock through my jeans, "I can see that you are getting uncomfortable. And concentrating on conversation doesn't seem to be the only thing hard. Anything I can do to help?"
