Fiona is my sister in law, she is 35 about 5'8" tall, weighs around 9 stone, has shoulder length straight auburn hair and big brown eyes. She has good firm thighs, her arse has just enough meat on it without being to fat and her tits must be about 34D.
My name is Paul, I'm 36 6'4" tall weigh in at around 14 stone, well built with blonde hair and blue eyes. I am quite muscular and I have been blessed in the cock dept, measuring in at 10" when hard. I have been married for 10 years and have been together with my wife, Carol, for 20, which means I have known Fiona for about the same.
To look at the pair of them now, you would know they are sisters instantly but up until about 15 years ago it was a different story. Carol was always slim, very attractive, long legs, big tits, with a natural beauty about her and she has remained pretty much the same to this day. Fiona on the other hand was, back then anyway, a fat, ugly, curly haired fucking beast of a girl, whose only redeeming feature was a pair of full pouting lips that looked like they were purpose built for sucking cock. And then it all changed for her.
Fiona went travelling for a year with some friends, however her trip was cut short, partly by home sickness and partly by a bad dose of food poisoning, which had the effect of causing her to shite and puke like fucking mad for quite a few weeks, which in turn led to her losing about 4 stone in weight. When she arrived back in London it was like looking at a completely different girl, she's not as tall as Carol but Fiona came back looking very slim, with a fit pair of legs and a tight ass and since she had lost a lot of weight on her torso, her tits now looked a nice size and perky with it. All in all a fantastic transformation in looks and those lips looked better than ever set in her new slim line face.
Her personality however had not changed for the better, she was always a bit of a stuck up cunt, full of her own importance etc.. and now she was much better looking and she knew it. So at times she would make you want to bring her down a peg or two, sadly that didn't happen very often, until recently that is. The other annoying thing about her is that everything seems to fall into her lap with very little effort on her part; good job, secure and well paid, she met her Husband, a great bloke who is too good for her by a long way but who also has a good job, so there's no shortage of money, all the designer clothes, hair done, nails done, fake tan etc. Of course her kids are fucking wonderkids (according to her anyway) and she has just been promoted at work to top it all off.
Now as I said you would know Carol & Fiona were sisters to look at but Carol is very shy and self conscious, except when she is in the sack and then she is a right dirty bitch, whereas Fiona has never been what you would call a shrinking violet, especially when it comes to flaunting her body. I used to stay at their parents house on the weekends after nights out with Carol or her brothers and in the morning Carol would be downstairs making breakfast with her dressing gown wrapped tight around her and with her PJ's on underneath. Fiona, however, would come down to the kitchen with a flimsy little robe on, that was half open so you could get a great look at her now, fucking top class tits, it was all I could do not to grab them. She knew it as well cos her nipples were so hard they looked fit to burst and I swear I could smell the juices running from her well trimmed pussy.
How did I know it was well trimmed you might ask, that's a story in its self. One weekend I got up in the morning at her parent's house and everyone was either out at work or shopping, as was often the case on a Saturday but Fiona had rang into work sick, so when I came downstairs for my breakfast there she was in the dining room, sitting on the floor drying her hair. She was sitting cross legged in front of the mirror and when I looked down at her in it, I could see her snatch on full display. She just looked at me and then in the mirror at her cunt, smiled and asked "Do you like my new hairstyle."
I told her "Yeah, it's great, the centre parting suits you, but a wet look would look even better and could I help you with that."
She just replied "I don't need any help from you, I've got my battery operated toy for that." Then she jumped up and strolled out of the door.
After I had eaten breakfast, I popped upstairs to see if Fiona wanted a lift into town as I was going that way, when I knocked on her bedroom door she called out "Come in."
I went in and there she stood, with her back to me, putting on her lipstick in the mirror. She was dressed in just a tiny black bra which didn't even cover her nipples, a matching thong and a pair of sheer black hold up stockings. I thought she must be trying to get me to fuck her or something so I walked up behind her and told her I was just about to go into town but I could put it off for a while if she wanted me to stay and help her out with anything.
"No it's alright" she said "Wait downstairs, I'll be down in a minute and you can drop me at the station, I think I will go into work after all."
"You're the biggest prick teaser I've ever come across, you deserve to be raped going out with that gear on." I told her.
"Well you haven't 'CUM' across me and you're not going to either.' She said laughing "Now piss off or I'll tell Carol you keep trying it on with me." I knew she was well capable of doing a thing like that so I had no choice but to do as she said.
There was a period of about a year or so when Fiona didn't have a boyfriend, she decided to be nice to me then and would tag along everywhere with me and Carol, out to clubs or the cinema or just cadging a free lift in my car.
At the time I had BMW convertible, the type where you have to fold the front seat forward to get in and out of the back. Whenever Fiona got in the back, she would always sit in the middle of the seat, with her legs either side of the centre console so if I had my mirror adjusted right I could see way up her skirt.
Whenever she got out of the car it would always be on my side, so that when I pulled the lever to fold the front seat forward she could open her legs real wide and I would get a good look of her silk hold ups, that she always wore, (no M&S tights for Fiona). A lot of the time her legs would be so far apart I would be able to see right up to her pussy, which was always immaculately kept with her the lips shiny wet and always slightly parted as if ready to be fucked.
Well in the end after all the flashes of tit, cunt, and stocking tops etc.., all shown with her knowing full well what she was doing but pretending not to, I swore that one day, however long it took I would make sure that she got her come-uppance. 15 years later I am glad to say she has well and truly got it alright, in more ways than one.
Fast forward to about a year ago, Fiona is now a senior solicitor with the in a big city firm earning mega bucks, married to Ronan with 2 kids. She thinks she is something special now and has even stopped swearing she speaks with a new posh accent, which she has cultivated over the last few years in order to get on in her job. I have my own business, which is doing quite well and I am still married to her sister with 3 kids. Every year we all go over to their parents second home in France for our summer holidays for about three weeks or so but this year a few things have cropped up. I have had to stay behind for a week because of work and Fiona is staying back for their first weekend, because a good friend of hers is having her hen night. We are both heading to France on the following Monday, I am driving and Fiona is going to ponce free travel again by coming along with me.
At about 2.00am on the Saturday morning my mobile rings and it is Fiona, pissed out of her head, saying that she can't get a cab home from the hen party would I be able to pick her up and leave her home. At first I just think here she goes again the cheeky fucking bitch, too fucking tight for a cab more like it, but as I get talking to her I realise how pissed she actually is and a plan starts to form, so I jump in the motor and head off to get her.
When I get there Fiona stands out a mile, groomed to perfection, wearing a £300 silk dress and looking like she has just stepped out of a magazine. Anyway after she has been in the car talking shite for ten minutes or so she asks me why we are heading for Epping and not Chelmsford where she lives, to which I reply that she might as well stay at my house tonight, as it will save me having to drive around after her for half the night and then I can bring my gear to stay at hers the following night so we can go straight for the ferry on Monday morning.
"That's a good idea, but do you think you can trust me." She laughs. "I've been watching male strippers all night and if Ronan were at home I would be getting him to make love to me with his 6 incher when I got home."
"Well it's a good job you're not my type then." I replied "And anyway if that's what you are used to I don't think you would be able for me."