Author's note: I have enjoyed so many stories here on Lit that I decided to try my hand at sharing with others. I hope you enjoy.
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I did not set out to have sex with my wife's (then-fiancé's) younger sister. It just happened. Was it my fault? Well, maybe. I certainly didn't stop myself. Let me tell you the story and you can judge for yourself.
It was the summer between my junior and senior year in college. I had become engaged to my now-wife Lisa that spring, and we were planning a wedding for shortly after we graduated together from our state university which shall not be named for obvious reasons. I had a job that summer working as a framer, building houses in a nearby subdivision that was expanding rapidly. It kept me in great shape, tanned my 6'1 lean frame, and added to my too-low bank account. Unlike my family, Lisa's parents were well off, and she spent time running around with her friends and catching up on the social scene during the days I worked, and spent time with me in the evenings and weekends. Lisa was always in demand socially because, in my opinion, she was smoking hot. She has long chestnut hair and light blue eyes that dance in the light, and an enviable figure with a well-endowed yet firm bust. I could just stare at her all day long. I think others felt the same way, and invited her to everything because she brightened every room she was in.
We were both still living at home at that time, saving up money to establish a household when we married and graduated college, so we'd have to sneak off to be intimate. It usually was a mutual oral session, where we'd make out in the back seat of my run-down Acura. I'd kiss my way down her body, revealing her lovely C-cup breasts and hard nipples. I just loved her breasts; I am a breast man and they are fantastic -- shapely and firm. I would feast on them and rub her pussy until she was extremely wet, then go down and eat her out until she came. I loved the way she grabbed my hair and thrust her hips into my face as I licked and sucked her, feeling that raw passion until she exploded. Then she would shift over and suck my 8" cock with her deliciously slim lips until I came in her mouth. I jokingly told her "spitters are quitters" early in our relationship and she seemed to take it to heart and would always try to swallow my load down. We did that as much as we could, hunting around town to find the privacy in darkened streets and parking lots. We did have full penetrative sex, but only when we had a room and entire night to ourselves. She always wanted it to be "special" and for us to take our time. Maybe. But when I was pounding her, she loved it and would cum on my cock every time -- that seems pretty special to me and I was pretty sure she'd be that way no matter where we were.
Anyway, I am getting distracted. Yes, Lisa is a beautiful and wonderful woman and I am glad to be married to her. She had one bad habit, though -- she liked to tease me. She would wear revealing clothes, maneuver to have me look down her shirt and show her cleavage, rub up against me, secretly stroke my cock hard, then swirl us into a social situation where I had to wait hours or even until the next day before she would give me relief. She said it made me passionate. I said it gave me blue balls. I told her that when we were married and had our own house, that her teasing would end. I would throw her on the bed and pound her senseless every time she tried it. Her standard response was "promise?" and then go back to teasing me. I could tell the idea of me manhandling her turned her on. Maybe it was a family thing.
On one warm Saturday during that golden summer, Lisa and I were supposed to head out to the nearby lake and go hiking. I was hoping I could get her to a secluded spot and make love to her. The outdoors always inspired her, and I had high hopes. Indeed, I had given myself a hard-on just thinking about it, especially since we had not connected all week long except a non-private ice cream date with some of her friends. I arrived at her parents' house at 10:30am on the dot, as arranged. Lisa was coming out of the front entryway looking far too nicely dressed to go hiking, holding her phone up to her ear but not talking.
"Oh Alan! I have been trying to call you for the last half hour!"
"I don't answer my cell when I'm driving, and I was grabbing a few things and came over here. Why?" I responded.
"My friend Amy called, and she is sick and can't volunteer at the local VFW like she promised. They are having a fundraiser today for returning war vets, and they need hostesses and help getting ready. I told her I would fill in for her." Lisa's voice was sincere. She had a kind heart and was willing to pitch on things like that. Damnit.
"Well, shit. I mean, I understand, but babe, I was really looking forward to spending time with you..." my voice trailed off with a note of frustration.
"I'm so sorry! I know you turned down going out with your friends to the game so we could go hiking. I feel really bad doing this to you. I will totally make it up to you!" And with a tug she pulled me into their garage and tucked us behind some boxes. She kissed me passionately, and I held her in my arms like I had wanted to all week long. She rubbed her sexy body against me, and felt me get hard. Her hand stroked my cock through my jeans as our tongues intertwined. She smelled so good! There was a hint of lavender on her neck as I bent down to kiss it, mingled with her natural scent.
She leaned back and quickly unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse, and slid it down and off her shoulders, revealing her lacy white bra. Another rapid move and the bra straps slid off her arms and with a pull her breasts were revealed to me. She knew me so well -- I was instantly a happy man. I bent down and devoured her breasts, mauling one in my large hand and sucking on the other with my hungry mouth. They were so full and curvy and feminine -- the opposite of my lean muscular torso. I moved back and forth over her nipples, sucking and then blowing on them, reveling in the feel of them hardening in my mouth. Lisa's breath was coming faster and I could tell she was really enjoying this. My cock was about to burst through my jeans.
Suddenly her phone rang, and it was like she came out of a revere. She stepped back from me, my hand still on her breast but my mouth pulled away from where it wanted to be. She looked at the caller ID and blushed. "Oh, I don't know what I was thinking, I have to leave now and head down to the VFW hall." She expertly pulled her bra back into place, and began buttoning her blouse.
"Sorry Alan, I really do have to go." She turned around and leaned her back against me, as if being modest while buttoning her blouse, but really it was to rub her firm ass against my straining cock and let me look down her blouse at what I had just been enjoying. I couldn't help myself and thrust my hips forward against her, grinding against that delicious body. She gave me a sultry look over she shoulder and thrust back.
"You are being such a good sport, Alan. I think you deserve a reward. The fundraiser goes all night tonight, and we have church tomorrow morning, but I think we can go for a long drive tomorrow afternoon and find a secluded spot. Then we can climb in the back seat and I will suck your cock until it is nice and hard. Then I'm going to sit on you and fuck your brains out. I'm going to ride your big cock until you pump me full of cum while sucking on my tits. How does that sound, Alan?" Her flirty voice and thrusting hips gave me incredibly vivid visions of what was to come. "God yes..." I said, slightly out of breath from the need burning inside me.
"OK, it's a date, stud! See you tomorrow! Love you!" She gave me a quick kiss and escaped my arms that had tried to pull her close again. She swayed provocatively down the driveway to her parents' third car (a dark green BMW sedan, only about five years old) and got in, leaving me with a raging hard-on and so pumped full of hormones that I would probably have put my cock in the garden hose if it was wet. So, like I said, she was a cocktease. Lisa knew we didn't have time do anything there in the garage, but fired up my engine anyway. She liked knowing that I desired her like that. That I would be thinking about her. That I would be walking around with a hard-on thinking about fucking her.
So in some ways, it was kind of her fault what happened. I mean, if she hadn't pushed me like that, I might have had more control. And I probably wouldn't have taken her little sister. Probably. Well, again, I'll let you decide whose fault it was.
I spent a few minutes trying to gain control of myself. It was both a physical thing, to try and come back down from the path of passion that I had been on, and also to figure out what to do next. My friends had already taken off for their tailgater and catching the visiting Yankees pound the crap out of our local team of so-called professional ballplayers. I could try to get a ticket to the game -- they usually weren't sold out -- but I wouldn't be sitting near them, and the odds of being able to sneak over and joining them were slim given who the visiting team was. Not wanting to spend the day being on the outside orbiting but not joining in the fun, I wrote that option off. My parents were hosting some work friends for a BBQ, and it would be awkward to return there. Spend the day walking around, the mall, catch a movie? Nothing appealed.
"Alan? Are you OK?" A voice snapped me out of my reverie. I turned and saw Lisa's mom standing at the garage door, obviously taking out the garbage, but paused to look at me.
"Oh, hey! Yes, I'm fine, thanks. I just saw Lisa off to volunteer at the VFW and was thinking of what to do with the rest of my unexpectedly open day. Can I help you with that?" And putting words to action, I grabbed the trash bag and began walking it out to the new blue plastic can on the side of the house.
"You are a dear! Thank you, Alan." Lisa's mom, Tanya, smiled brightly at me. That gave me an idea.
"Mrs. K, since I have the afternoon free, would you like some help around here?" Ingratiating myself with my soon-to-be in-laws suddenly seemed a smart idea -- and a good way to get my mind off of thinking about fucking Lisa so hard that she'd be sore for a week.
Her smile brightened even further and it was suddenly painfully obvious where Lisa got her beauty. Lisa had an older brother, already moved out of the house working as an economist, who definitely took after their rather blocky father, and a younger sister who had just graduated high school. The girls were definitely lucky they took after their mom. "That is so kind of you! How lovely! I have been hoping to clear out the upstairs area of all our hobby stuff, but George has been working on the weekends, including today. Fantastic!"
Smiling bravely and committed to making the best of the afternoon, I followed Lisa's mom inside and up the stairs. There were a few bedrooms upstairs and a large "bonus" room that was intended as extra space. It had a couch and TV, computer gaming system, and some bookshelves. But the majority of the space was taken up with two big clusters of items. On one side was a large collection of old electronics that Lisa's dad would sporadically collect and then repair and give away. Dust lay heavy on most of them. The other area was a huge collection of home art projects -- scrapbooks, making homemade cards, patterns for homemade clothes, knitting items, frames without pictures, etc. -- things for a mom whose kids are older and didn't work (and had a wealthy husband to pay for it all) to spend her time on.
Tanya set in on her section and I started organizing the electronics, sorting them into like types and dusting them. We worked pleasantly for about half an hour when we heard the downstairs door open, and Tanya went downstairs to check. She returned a few minutes later and reassured me that it was just Rebecca, Lisa's younger sister. I shrugged and we got back to work. I had sorted out the electronics in another half an hour and had moved over to her side of the room to help organize pictures and albums into some sort of order when Tanya's phone rang.
"Hello? <
