My wife Anne and I have been married for more than 25 years and have known each other nearly 30. During our entire time together I've always had a "little spark" for Anne's older sister Pam.
Like Anne, Pam is a petite woman, in fact, she's even smaller than Anne. I'm guessing Pam is just five feet tall, she can't weigh much more than 100 pounds, and she has 32B breasts which are relatively small when compared to Anne's which are 34C. Pam has an angelic, model-like face, shoulder length black hair and crystal clear blue eyes. In my opinion, Pam is a very beautiful woman.
For most of my marriage, my relationship with my sister-in-law has been nearly non-existent. We lived in different states, we both had children and jobs that kept us busy, which meant that we rarely saw each other in person. We only spoke on the phone occasionally, usually for no more than a minute or two and only a handful of times throughout the year. But that all changed a couple of years ago.
When Anne and I bought our lake-front cabin in Minnesota it meant we were now within a few of hours of Pam, who lives in another part of the state with her husband Robert and their three sons. Pam and I have seen each other more in the past two years than we had in the previous 28.
During the past couple of years, Pam and I found out that we have a lot in common and share a similar sense of humor. When we saw each other at family gatherings, at my mother-in-law's house and at our cabin, Pam and I talked and laughed and really got to know each other.
I have to admit it, my "little spark" for Pam had grown into something more akin to a "flame." That's why I was particularly excited this past August when Anne told me that Pam was going to be bringing their mother for a visit to our lake house for a four-day visit.
Pam arrived in her minivan with my mother-in-law around 3:30 p.m. on Thursday. I helped Anne get her 80-year-old mother out of the van and into the house and then I went back out to the driveway to help Pam unload the luggage.
Pam was wearing a turquoise-colored halter top with ties around her neck and on her back, revealing the smooth tanned skin of her arms, shoulders and back. The light-weight material of her halter top cupped her tiny breasts ever so gently and her nipples were clearly visible. Pam was wearing a short, pleated white mini-skirt and flip flops.
As she reached into the back of the van to grab her carry-on bag, Pam's skirt rode up her legs giving me a glimpse of the bottom inch of her tight little butt cheeks. Her legs were fit, tanned and smooth, and I wanted to rub my hands from her ankles all the way up to her hot little ass.
Instead, I moved along side Pam, reached into the van to grab her carry-on bag and lifted it out for her. Pam looked at me directly in the eyes, smiled and said "thank you," in the sweetest little voice. I nearly melted.
The four of us enjoyed a wonderful dinner that evening before making our way out to the dock to watch the sunset. The sunset was fantastic and the conversation comfortable and loving. At dark, we finally made our way back to the house. Everyone was tired, so we decided to call it an early night and go to bed.
The next day we were greeted with thunderstorms and strong winds, so we all stayed inside, read books, played cards and just hung out. It was nice day, again filled with pleasant conversation and laughter. Pam and I flirted a bit, spicing up our conversation with a double entendre here and there, and exchanging longing looks when no one else was around.
On Saturday morning, Anne announced that she needed to go into town to get some groceries and other supplies and asked who wanted to go with her. The storms had passed and it was a beautiful day and I really had planned on do some fishing, so I said no thanks.
Pam said she'd prefer to stay back at the cabin as well since she had been spending so much time in the past few months attending to their mother's needs.
"I just need a little time where I'm not the care-giver," Pam said to Anne.
Anne understood completely, so it was decided that Anne and her mom would go into town, while Pam and I stayed at the cabin.
When Anne and I make a typical trip into town it usually takes us somewhere between four and six hours. It's an hour drive into town, then there's the grocery shopping, running other errands, getting gas, and other non-grocery items and then the hour ride back to the lake.
With Anne's mother in tow, Anne planned to be gone the better part of the day. Around 10 a.m., Anne and her mom got into our truck and drove off for town. I decided to go fishing for a couple of hours, while Pam planned to go for a long bike ride, followed by yoga and a shower.
I had a great day on the water and caught plenty of fish for a fish-fry dinner later that evening. After getting the boat in the lift, I made my way into the cabin. Pam was sitting on the couch reading a magazine. Her hair was still damp from her shower and she looked fantastic in a pair of very short cut-off blue jean shorts and a white wife-beater type tank top T-shirt. It was clear Pam had no bra on.
"Why don't you take a shower," Pam said to me, "and I'll make us some lunch."
I went back to the bathroom, took a shower, and got dressed. Since it was a hot day, I simply pulled on a pair of shorts (skipping my usual boxers) and a T-shirt. I walked to the kitchen where Pam was sitting at the table. There was sandwich at my place and she had already started in on hers.
"I thought after lunch we could take a walk in the woods," Pam suggested.
"That sounds fine with me," I replied, making my way to the refrigerator. "Would you like a beer?," I asked.
"Sure," Pam said, wiping the corner of her mouth with a napkin.
We sat there making small talk as we ate our sandwiches and drank our beers. When we had finished eating, we slipped on our flip flops and made our way out to the woods. We live in the heart of both state and federal forests which are criss-crossed with miles and miles of hiking trails. Pam and I selected a trail close by and started out on our journey.
As we walked, we talked about nothing in particular and there was absolutely no flirting or racy language between us, just a friendly conversation between a brother-in-law and sister-in-law.
We had been hiking for about 30 minutes when I told Pam how much I valued getting to know her during these past couple of years, how much I really enjoyed her company, and that I was honored to call her one of my best friends.
