Mike and Doris Rasmussen were getting ready to leave the wedding reception. Doris walked up to her husband, a veteran detective on the town's police department, looking puzzled.
"Have you seen Kelly?" she asked. Kelly was her younger sister, who was married to a lawyer. The younger woman had ridden to the wedding with them because her husband was out of town on business.
"Ah...no, why?" Mike replied.
"I can't believe it," his wife continued. "I saw her a little while ago and, judging from the way she was acting, I could swear she was drunk. I never knew she drank that much."
Mike was surprised to hear that his sister-in-law might be drunk. Like his wife, he didn't think his sister-in-law ever let herself get that out of control. Actually, when they'd danced earlier in the evening, Kelly had been coming on to him in no uncertain terms. He was afraid she'd keep it up and wondered how, if she did, he was going to fend her advances off without creating a scene. If she was drunk, that might have solved his dilemma for him.
"You sure?" he said. "I talked to her about an hour ago and she didn't seem drunk then."
His wife shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "She sure was acting drunk when I saw her a few minutes ago. It looked as if she could hardly stand up."
They walked toward the house and met Kelly coming out the back door. She tried to avoid bumping into them and almost fell. Mike grabbed his sister-in-law to keep her from falling. It did look like she was drunk. And the smell of alcohol on her breath, and person, was very strong.
"Steady, there, Kelly," Mike said.
Kelly sagged against him. "Ooops!! I think, maybe, I had a wee bit too mush to drink," she muttered.
"It sure looks that way," Mike agreed. "Look, Kelly, we've been looking for you. Doris and I are ready to leave. Are you ready to go?"
"Sure, why not?" Kelly replied. She hiccupped, then giggled.
"Put her in the car, Mike," Doris said, sounding disgusted.
Mike put his arm around his sister-in-law and led her out to the front of the house where their car was parked. The car was a two-door, which made getting Kelly into, and later out of, the back seat a problem, so Mike put her in front. The young woman was slim, with a tidy figure, shoulder-length brown hair. Her loose ivory dress had black checks on it, and buttons down the front. Some of the buttons were open, and Mike got to see a lot of his sister-in-law's nicely-shaped legs as he stuffed her into the car.
When he finished stashing the young woman in the car, Mike straightened up and looked at his wife. "Sorry, hon," he told his wife, "looks like you're going to have to ride in the back."
Doris walked around and got in the back seat on the driver's side. "You better take me home first, Mike," she said. "I don't think I'm up to dealing with her in this condition."
"Do you want her to stay over at our place?" Mike asked. "She could sleep it off and go home in the morning."
His wife shook her head. "I don't think that's a good idea," she whispered. "The last thing I need is her puking all over our house. Why don't you drop me off, then take her home, if you don't mind?"
Mike shook his head. "I don't mind," he said.
Doris leaned forward and kissed her husband on the cheek. "You're a sweetheart, you really are," she told him.
While they conversed about her, Kelly appeared to be sound asleep. She was even snoring a little bit.
Mike drove to their house and got out so his wife could exit the back seat.
"I'm going right to bed," Doris said once she'd gotten out. "You know how it is when I have a couple of drinks. I'll probably be asleep the minute my head hits the pillow." She looked at him. "Are you sure you don't mind driving Kelly home?"
"Heck, no," Mike replied. "No problem." He chuckled. "It'll almost be like the old days when I was working patrol and had to drive drunks home. You get some sleep, now." He kissed her. "Maybe, in the morning, when you're rested, we can..." He grabbed her ass.
"You nut!" Doris laughed. "Don't you ever think about anything but sex?"
"Not when I'm around you, I don't," he replied.
His wife grinned at him. "Well, then, you better get home and get some rest, too," she told him. She turned and started up the walk toward their house.
Mike drove off, headed for his sister-in-law's home. He glanced over at Kelly. She still seemed to be asleep. He'd only driven a short distance from his house when he felt a hand on his leg. Startled, he looked over and saw the young woman's smiling face in the glow of the dashboard lights.
"I fooled both of you, didn't I?" Kelly said.
"What do you mean?" Mike asked, puzzled. She didn't sound drunk any more.
"I fooled both you and Doris with my drunk act, didn't I?" his sister-in-law replied, grinning.
"You mean...?" Mike said.
"All I had was one drink," Kelly replied. "I figured if I was drunk, someone would have to take me home, and I figured it would probably be you, since you and Doris brought me." As she spoke, she moved her hand up and touched his cock.
"Kelly, don't do that!" Mike protested. His cock lurched to life as her hand sought it through his pants. He couldn't believe she was doing this to him!
"Why not, Mike?" she replied. "I want you." She measured his swelling cock with her fingers. "And it sure does feel like you want me!" As if to prove what she was saying, she squeezed his swelling cock.
Mike pressed down on the accelerator. It looked as if he wasn't going to get out of this as easily as he thought he was. As he continued driving toward Kelly's home, he desperately tried to figure out a way to put her off. Then she unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out of them and he realized he was in serious trouble.
"Yeah!" Kelly murmured. "It's big! I was hoping it would be." Her small hands moved up and down over his throbbing shaft.
Passion was claiming so much of Mike's attention that it made concentrating on driving difficult. He had a white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel and had to strain to keep his attention on the road. When his sister-in-law squeezed his erect organ, he groaned.
"What's the matter?" she asked, cupping his balls. "Are you having a problem?"
