Of the four people who had come home from the bar, Kurt and Amber were the only two awake. The others weren't exactly passed out from drinking, but were heavily asleep on the sofas in the family room of the home the two couples shared. Kurt had been the designated driver and had drunk only a single glass of beer and Amber, who isn't much of a drinker anyhow, had limited herself to two small glasses of white wine. Even so, that was enough to remove some of her inhibitions, and she had a grievance she wanted to air with Kurt. She believed his marriage to the sister of her husband was a happy one, but she felt that sometimes he acted as if it weren't.
"Kurt, I want to talk with you about something. Can you come into the kitchen, though? I don't want to wake up the others." Although he was certain it would take an explosion to awaken either his wife or Amber's husband, Kurt followed her.
In the middle of the kitchen, with her back to the sink, Amber turned to face him. "Why are you always looking at my ass and my boobies?" she challenged him. "There! You were doing it just now, looking at my tits."
Almost reflexively, Kurt started to deny her accusation, until he realized she was right. He had been looking at Amber's tits, and who could blame him? She was standing and facing him, with her hands on her hips, pulling her white T-shirt tightly against her breasts. She hardly ever wore a bra, and she wasn't wearing one then, so her dark nipples were easily visible through the thin fabric. When she moved, Kurt could see her breasts moving under the T-shirt. One time he had snooped in her dresser drawer, and the only bra there was a size 34B. That was just a number, though, and couldn't begin to describe how beautiful her breasts really were.
Although a very attractive feature, Amber's breasts weren't her only appealing quality. She was petite, just over five feet tall and slender, with short, dark hair. Her eyes were also dark, but her face was quite fair, almost pale, but with a cute dusting of freckles. The other part of Amber's body that constantly drew his attention was her curvaceous ass, especially when she wore the tight jeans or shorts she favored. He had been tempted to swipe a pair of her silky panties, but had resisted for fear of getting caught.
"Well, I can't help myself, Amber. You are really sexy, and every time I see you, I can't keep myself from thinking about what you look like under your clothes."
That confession and compliment mollified her a little. Amber was aware of her good looks, and Kurt wasn't the only man who sometimes stared at her. She thought him quite handsome too, and sometimes sneaked looks at him when he wasn't aware of it. Even though she liked being thought of as attractive, she really didn't like being stared at. She was also afraid it might make her husband jealous, and Amber wanted to avoid any conflict in the household.
"I tell you what," she offered. "If I give you a really, really good look at me, so you'll know what I look like, do you think you'll stop staring?"
"Well, er, I don't know."
"Okay, then, let's find out."
Kurt didn't know what she meant, but he quickly learned. With both hands, Amber took hold of the bottom hem of her T-shirt, and peeled it up and over her head, freeing her breasts, and allowing them to bounce unfettered in front of her brother-in-law. They were just as lovely as he had imagined them being, jutting from her chest and curving down and back up, and topped jauntily by her dark nipples. Her skin there was even fairer than that of her face, almost the color of ivory, and was also sprinkled with freckles. Amber's breasts were the most beautiful he had ever seen, and he yearned to fondle and caress them with his hands and tongue.
She was not a mind-reader, but Amber was aware of what Kurt was thinking. "Go ahead and touch them, if you want to. They won't bite, if you don't."
Hardly believing his good fortune, Kurt took one of the delightful breasts in either hand and hefted them. They felt good, full and firm and substantial, with both nipples erect when he stroked them with his thumbs. Kurt looked at Amber's smiling face, and she made no movement to stop him, so he bent forward and kissed either of the big, hard nubbins. She was still smiling, so he licked each nipple a few strokes. Amber's breasts were an even greater treat for his hands and tongue than they had been for his eyes.
After allowing Kurt his fun for a few minutes, Amber stepped back. "Keep looking," she advised him, and clasped her hands behind her head, making her breasts stand out even more provocatively. Slowly, she swung her body from side to side and rolled her shoulders, so the objects of Kurt's fascination would bounce and sway before him, as he stared enraptured.
"Okay, those are my tits. There's more, though, so don't stop looking."
He had no intention of doing anything as foolish as that, and he positively gawked as Amber unbuckled her belt, unfastened her tight blue jeans and bent over to peel them down around her ankles. Straightening up, she stepped out of the pants and pushed them aside with her foot. Like Kurt, she had left her shoes in the family room, so Amber was wearing nothing but a pair of panties, silky as those he had almost stolen, and so translucent, he could see her dark pubic hair through the fabric.
"Now, this is my ass that you like to look at so much," Amber continued, turning around and bending over slightly, so her brother-in-law would have a better view.
The view was sensational! Amber's waist was slender and her hips swept dramatically out and back in to taper down to her legs. Her ass flared out from her back, curved around and down and under where it joined her thighs. The panties were tight and form-fitting, showing off even the cleft between Amber's ass cheeks, and her visible skin was the same pale, unblemished ivory as he had seen on her breasts. Although enraptured at what he was seeing, Kurt wondered if she would remove the panties, and if he would be allowed to fondle her ass as he had her breasts. He was having way too much fun to have it end because he couldn't behave himself.
Amber answered his question when she turned her head to him and smiled. "Well?" she asked. "What are you waiting for?"
He stopped waiting and was behind her in an instant. Kurt placed his hands on her sides and ran them lovingly down her hips and around to fondle the lovely halves of Amber's ass. She made no objection, so he started his stroking in the same place, but this time, he slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties and caressed her again. The fabric had been smooth and soft, but Amber's bare skin felt infinitely better, and he even cupped her buttocks in his hands and spread her ass cheeks so he could fondle inside her cleft with his fingers.
There was still no objection from Amber, so Kurt pulled her panties down, around her ass and down her legs, all the way to the floor. He knelt behind her, and she leaned forward against the sink to raise one foot at a time so he could remove them completely. Her shoes had been left in the family room, so Amber stood naked, letting Kurt adore her ass and legs with his hands and eyes. He remained kneeling, his eyes at the level of the part of the body that was so fascinating, and caressed her soft, smooth skin over and over. She made no objections, no matter where he put his hands, and when he spread her ass cheeks, she bent over further, giving him an even better view of her adorable pink rosebud. Kurt rubbed a middle finger all over the puckered area, even pressing the tip of the digit against the tiny hole he was holding open. Amber let him get away with that much, but she ended this part of her display when she felt his finger penetrate and slide most of its length into her. Firmly, but without rancor, she pulled his hands away from her ass and straightened up.
"There's more," she told him, turning around to face him, spreading her legs, bending her knees, and stepping back to lean against the sink. "This is my pussy," she said, quite unnecessarily. You can look at it all you want, but no touching this time.
Kurt looked, and looked some more, having difficulty keeping his tongue and his hands away from Amber's beautiful pussy. The curly, dark brown pubic hair on her mons was a small patch, well trimmed, and extending to her outer lips. Most of that area was clean-shaven, and whiter than her skin anywhere else, but there was a thin line, resembling a pencil mustache, along the edges of the lips. He could see her swollen inner lips, dark pink and lovely as flower petals, were blossoming through the slit separating the outer labia. At the junction of those lips was her precious clit, also engorged, and pushing its way out from their protection.
Walking on his knees, he moved as close as he dared, his face just inches from where he urgently wanted to put his cock, which was trying to rip a hole in his pants by that time. He was able to smell Amber's delectable juices, and see them gleaming on her swollen lips. Obviously, she had no objection to his getting an extreme close-up, as long as he kept his hands away from her crown jewel.
