His Sexy Sister-in-Law
by
Oldguy45
Chapter 1
Carmen Williams was aware that she sometimes dressed like a tart, but she didn't care. She knew that she looked good, and she wanted to show off a little. She stepped out of the shower, dried in the bathroom of her apartment, then walked to her bedroom nude, and inspected herself in the full-length mirror. In general, she liked what she saw. Carmen was considered an attractive woman, if a bit flashy. Five feet six in her stockinged feet, she had lush hips and thighs, and shapely legs. Her butt was firm and round, with no droop, the result of regular exercise. Her feet were small and rather dainty, with dark-red painted toenails. Carmen's waist was narrow, her abdomen firm and flat. Her breasts were large and firm, with silver-dollar sized nipples. Her face was oval with a strong chin and cheekbones, and a slightly broad, straight nose. Her eyes were green, and they could flash fire when she was angry. She had a head full of dark red hair which grew out of a widow's peak at the top of her forehead. She had a dense thatch of curly pussy hair which she kept under control, just barely, with regular grooming.
Today, she was going to a party given by her step-sister Krystal, and Krystal's boyfriend, Paul. The party was to be held at Krystal's large house out in the country. She was looking forward to the party, and especially looking forward to seeing Paul. She could not for the life of her figure out why Paul and Krystal were even together. They seemed so mismatched. Paul would be a much better match for me, she thought.
Oh well, she thought, nothing could really be done about it, at least nothing permanent. Not long after Paul and Krystal had started dating, Paul and Carmen had begun flirting. It had started out harmless enough, and it was still harmless, but Carmen was sure that, given the right push, Paul might yield to her advances. She planned to find out tonight.
Carmen started by drying her hair thoroughly, then combing and brushing it out completely so that its fullness cascaded over her shoulders. Her hair was one of her best features, she thought. It looked like burnished copper.
Next, she chose a lace teddy from her closet. It was black and made from a stretchy sheer material that did nothing to hide her generous charms. It had a low scoop neckline and a thong back. Over that, she pulled on a loose pair of cutoff blue jeans with the legs cut out high enough to see a goodly portion of the cheeks of her butt. Her top was a lightweight jean jacket cut short to expose her midriff, worn unbuttoned. Around her neck, she wore a thin gold chain with a star hanging from it, and around her left ankle, a matching gold chain.
Carmen's skin was creamy white--she tried to avoid the sun--and her face and dotted with faint freckles. She didn't try to hide them, she thought they were attractive. As a result, she used a minimum of makeup. She did, however, dab a light floral perfume behind her ears, on her wrists, and behind her knees. She slipped on leather open-toed sandals, and she was ready to go.
She stopped to look in the mirror again, and was pleased with what she saw. She was sure to get plenty of attention tonight, she always did. She was, however, really only interested in one man. That man was Paul Longmans, her step-sister's boyfriend. She hoped he liked how she looked.
In her heart, Carmen knew that she was playing with fire, but the rebellious side of her egged her on. She liked Paul a lot, and while she didn't exactly want to steal him away from her sister, she did want him. Tonight she planned to lure him into a secluded spot and... Well, we'll just see what happens, she thought to herself as she got into her red, late-model Camaro and pulled out of the parking lot of her apartment house.
Krystal Williams' house was a large two-story affair set on ten acres out in the rural Florida countryside. Krystal had inherited the house after her father had died four years before. She had also inherited her father's contracting business, and his business sense. Krystal herself had an MBA from Florida State University, and had established herself, at 31 years old, as an ambitious, hard-driving business woman. Williams Building Contractors had thrived under her direction.
Krystal Williams herself was a striking woman. She was tall--five feet nine inches--and slender with straight blonde hair and flashing blue eyes. Her breasts were the size of oranges, and almost as firm. The rest of her body was slim and hard, almost to the point of being muscular. Krystal spent at least four hours a week at the gym. Her legs and thighs were smooth and sleek, her butt round and hard.
Krystal had an intense air about her that spoke of ruthlessness, ambition, and impatience. She did not suffer fools gladly. Although she was only 31, she was already developing tiny lines around her mouth, and the corners of her eyes. Still, no one would deny that she was a beautiful woman, and much sought-after, both for her wealth and her beauty.
When she met Carmen at the door of the house, Krystal was wearing a white terrycloth robe over a very skimpy bikini. She had been swimming and her hair was still wet. Carmen could hear the sounds of the party coming from the backyard.
Despite the fact that Carmen and Krystal had different mothers, the young women loved each other as real sisters. Carmen had felt no jealousy at all when Krystal had inherited the family business and estate when their father had died. She herself had received a substantial cash inheritance. Careful investing had left her "comfortable". However, she still preferred to work. She was a bartender at one of the most fashionable clubs in the town of Bradenton, Florida, where she lived. She made good money and was generally happy with her life.
"Hi, Sis," Krystal said, smiling, "I'm glad you could make it. Come on in."
Carmen gave her a hug and said, "I wouldn't miss it, although they did beg me to work tonight."
"Well, they can get along without you for one night," Krystal said. "Go on out back and get something to drink. As you can hear, the party's already started. You know everybody. I'll be out in a minute."
Carmen went out to the rear deck. All around, people were lounging in bathing suits and casual clothes, drinking, partying, talking. A few were dancing to the rock music blasting from the stereo. Carmen got a beer from the cooler and looked for Paul.
She found him in the backyard, cooking over a large brick charcoal grill. He had a beer in one hand, and a large spatula in the other. When he saw her, a big grin lit up his face.
"Hey, Carmen! I'm glad you came! I was hoping to see you," he exclaimed.
Carmen could tell that Paul was already a bit buzzed, but she didn't mind. Paul loved his beer, but he never got sloppy drunk. He also never got too drunk to be courteous to his guests, or interesting to talk to. She walked up to him and gave him a big hug around the neck. He always smelled so good!
Paul Longmans was, Carmen thought, a very hunky guy. Though outgoing and friendly, he was still sort of quiet, and very intelligent. He was tall--six feet even--with a medium build. His face was what could be called ruggedly handsome, its distinguishing feature two dark, heavy eyebrows over gray-green eyes. Paul wore a thick mustache, but was otherwise clean-shaven. His shoulders were wide, his arms strong and muscular, his chest moderately hairy. He had fairly long, thick, wavy brown hair. His chin was a trifle long, but it gave the impression of strength, and his ready smile showed white, slightly crooked teeth. Paul had a keen wit, and an excellent sense of humor. Once his friends got him started, he could have them laughing all night. He also knew when to be quiet, and he could definitely be serious when he had to be.
Carmen thought Paul Longmans was perfect.
"Burning the hamburgers again, huh?" she asked playfully.
"Just about," Paul replied, looking down at her and smiling "You look very nice tonight, Carmen," he said quietly.
Carmen smiled back at him and said, "So do you, and thank you. Can I help?"
"Sure," he said. "Just pass me that big plate. All this stuff is ready. And the fixings are already up at the house."
