Her Brother In Laws Bitch

"OHH! GAWD! RIGHT THERE! UGH! YOU'RE SO DEEP! SHOW ME HOW YOU FUCKED A BABY INTO MY BELLY, DADDY!"

Liddy groaned and rolled over in bed as the screams from the guest bedroom echoed uncomfortably in her ears. The thrashing of bodies and staccato pounding of the headboard against the wall accentuated the cries of passion.

Liddy felt her husband, Tim, stir and wondered if he too was awake. Meanwhile, her sister and her new husband, Dale, continued their raucous lovemaking.

"JESUS. YOU'RE SO FUCKING BIG! OHHH!"

Liddy, who had always been quite reserved in bed, couldn't believe the obscenities pouring out of her sister's mouth. Of course, there had been a lot of changes in Ann since Liddy had been the matron of honor at her wedding six months ago. Once as independent and career-oriented as Liddy herself, Ann now appeared to have no ambitions other than being a housewife. Dale was about thirteen years older than she. He was a construction foreman who had just found work in town. When Dale told his new wife she should quit her job and devote her time to taking care of him, she did it the next day.

This was the same woman who had meticulously planned her career ever since she was a little girl.

Liddy had offered to put them up until the house they had bought was ready to move into. Within the first hour of their visit, Ann had revealed another surprise. She was pregnant! As long as Liddy had known her sister, Ann had never been interested in children, but suddenly she bubbled with excitement at the thought of having a baby.

Dale, a large, burly man with thick brows and a blunt, angular jaw, was also happy. He had bragged about how he had finally convinced Ann to have kids.

"She just loves sex," Dale laughed. "Ann can't live without it, so I told her that if we were gonna' fuck, I wasn't using a condom. That was all she wrote."

"Classy," Liddy muttered under her breath.

"Dale, please...!" Ann pleaded with her husband, her face red with embarrassment.

"What?" Dale snapped, his glare immediately silencing Ann's protest. "Go get me a beer."

He laughed cruelly and smacked Ann on the ass, hurrying her off to the kitchen for yet another beer.

Liddy couldn't decide whether she was appalled more by her brother-in-law's brutish behavior or her sister's servility. But even though Liddy found Dale to be loathsome, Ann truly seemed happy.

"AHHH! DALE! THATS IT, BABY! GIVE IT TO ME HARD! I LOVE IT!"

Liddy tried to close her eyes, but the sounds of her sister in the throes of ecstasy assaulted her ears. What was worse was she could feel her body responding to the lurid words spewing from her sister's throat. Slowly, she slid a hand down her body, pulling up the hem of her nightgown, and rested her hand over her crotch. It radiated warmth. Her panties were soaked, and as she brushed her fingers across her sensitive mound, she felt a shiver of excitement course through her body.

Suddenly, Tim rolled over, putting a hand on her upper thigh, stroking tentatively across smooth flesh. She moaned, turning to her husband and immediately slipping a hand between their bodies, feeling his cock, already hard, through his boxers.

So! The sound of her sister's lovemaking had turned Tim on too. Eagerly, Liddy stroked his four inch cock, hearing him groan under her ministrations.

She stopped stroking and lay back, lifting the hem of her nightgown and slipping her plain white panties over her ass. Tim hurriedly fumbled in the drawer to his bedside table, rooting around for a condom. He was fully supportive of her decision not to have children and would never forget to put on a prophylactic, even when he was this excited.

Liddy grabbed the package and tore it open with her teeth as Tim shuffled out of his boxers. Slowly, she stretched the cold membrane of plastic over his cock and felt him shiver as she snapped it tightly around the base.

"OH MY GOD BABY! YOU'RE SO DEEP!"

Her sister screamed and as if it was Liddy's voice, Tim shoved his cock forcefully into her pussy. She was wet and his thin cock easily slid into her vagina. Tim couldn't contain his excitement and immediately began to pound into her with abandon. Despite the arousal she felt from hearing her sister's screams, Liddy did not experience the rush of sensations that signaled orgasm. It usually took lots of foreplay and a longer time to achieve climax, and even then she rarely came from straight sex. Tim, however, was completely caught up in events and was pumping her fast and hard. She knew he couldn't last long at the pace he was going.

She tried to slow him down by matching his thrusts at a slower tempo, but it was no use, he was too turned on. She felt him tense and she knew he was close.

"Please, baby, not yet!" She cried softly in his ear.

Her own cry was drowned out by a shrill scream from her sister in the next room.

"OHHH, YESSSSSSSSS! SHOOT INSIDE ME, BABY! CUM INSIDE MEEEEEEEE!"

Once again, as if his sister-in-law was screaming to him, Tim drove his manhood into her, moaning. Even though she couldn't feel his cum shooting inside of her, she did feel his cock pumping wildly, his seed caught cleanly in the condom's reservoir tip.

Exhausted, Tim rolled off of her, collapsing back onto the bed.

"I'm sorry, honey," he said, panting, "I just couldn't hold it."

Liddy sighed, feeling frustrated and angry that her husband hadn't at least tried to satisfy her needs. Still, she realized that explaining that would only damage his fragile ego.

"That's ok. It was fun anyway."

Tim leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.

"I love you, Liddy."

"I love you, too."

The next day was Saturday, but Tim had some work to finish at the office. Ann had also left early, telling her sister that Dale wanted her to pick up some things from the local grocery store.

More beer, Liddy assumed.

She was a little nervous about being in the house alone with her boorish brother-in-law, but as she made her way from room to room, he was nowhere to be seen. She figured he was still in bed, sleeping off a hangover. Since everyone was out of the way, she decided to do some light cleaning.

She made her way from kitchen to bath and then decided to tidy up the guestroom. She entered cautiously, making sure that Dale was not around. The room was empty and Liddy proceeded to vacuum, trying to keep her eyes away from the bed that had been the scene of such debauched lust the night before. Now, it just looked rumpled and unmade.

When she was done vacuuming, she decided to strip the sheets. I should probably just burn them, she thought. There was no telling what was on them from last night. As she began to pull back the top sheet, she heard a noise behind her.

Startled, she turned around to find Dale standing there, dressed only in a pair of white, cotton briefs.

"Hello, sis," he sneered, gazing up and down Liddy's firm body. His hand was in his underwear, brazenly scratching his balls.

Liddy was wearing her normal cleaning clothes, cutoffs and a white button-down shirt. Since she was at home she had not bothered to put on a bra and panties and suddenly felt underdressed beneath Dale's leering stare.

"Dale! I didn't know you were in here!"

"I was in the shitter." Her cretinous brother-in-law pointed a fat thumb behind him at the now open door to the guest bathroom.

"Oh..." was all Liddy could think to say. Her eyes were already beginning to water as a fetid odor wafted her way. Breathing through her mouth, Liddy concentrated on making herself small as she tried to slide past Dale's nearly naked body, heading for the door.

Dale swung in front of her, his bulky body blocking her path.

"Hope Ann and I didn't keep you up last night."

Flustered, Liddy dropped her vacuum as her brother-in-law's strong arms slipped around her waist.

"Dale! Stop it! What are you doing?" she cried, pushing against his chest.

It was like pushing against a chunk of granite. Fighting against Dale's strength was useless.

"What?" he growled, pulling the beautiful woman closer. "Can't a guy get a hug from his sister-in-law? We are family."

With that he began to kiss Liddy's slender neck, while moving his hands down to her buttocks. Slowly, he rocked forward, grinding his boxers against her stomach. Her eyes widened as she felt something hard poke her through the thin cotton of her shirt. Dale pulled back, smiling, freeing his huge cock from his shorts.

Liddy gasped at the one-eyed python staring up at her from Dale's clenched hand. It was at least nine inches long and as wide around as one of his beer cans -- and it seemed to grow even larger as Dale lazily stroked it.

"You like it, huh? This is what turned your pretty little sister into a cock-craving slut. I'll bet it could do the same for you."

Liddy shook her head as if in a trance, unable to look away from Dale's enormous endowment.

Dale took advantage, grabbing Liddy's blouse with both hands and ripping it open. Liddy cried out as a stream of small buttons flew over the room, sinking into the carpet. That would give the bitch something to vacuum, Dale thought as he dove forward, his mouth attacking his sister-in-law's exposed breasts.

"Oh...God...Dale...Stopppp!" Liddy begged, feeling her body begin to respond involuntarily to his savage treatment.

She tried to push his head away, but Dale caught her hand in an iron grip and forced it down to his cock. He made her grab his rigid prick, guiding her hand up and down the massive shaft.

She'd never felt such a huge cock before, throbbing with power underneath her tiny hand. Unconsciously, she began to stroke it slowly as Dale continued his assault on her tits.

"That's right, slut, you like that cock, don't you?"

Liddy sealed her lips, refusing to answer, but did not release his cock. Dale laughed as his prissy sister-in-law's face grew red with shame, wordlessly answering the question.

"Well, if you're not gonna' talk, I can find something else to do with that mouth."

That loosened her tongue. "You will do no such thing!" Liddy scolded him like a schoolmarm.

"Oh look, it speaks," Dale grunted.

Liddy saw red. "It?"

"Sorry, sis," Dale said, his insincerity obvious. "I just figured the least you could do is give me a little conversation. I mean, since you're stroking my cock and all...."

Liddy looked down, horrified, and finally removed her hand from his massive girth. "Well you can cut the shit right now," she seethed. "I would never cheat on Tim. Especially not with... your kind."

"I know you think you're better than me, bitch, but once you get this cock up your pussy, we'll see how high and mighty you are."

"I AM better than you, you stupid Neaderthal!" Liddy blurted out, every ounce of her contempt for him concentrated into the pretentious way she pronounced the "t."

Dale took a step back. Liddy's shove had failed to move the man of granite, but her condescension succeeded. For a moment, he was staggered by the rawness of her outburst. He knew his sister-in-law was an uppity bitch, but she had never made it quite so blatantly obvious as that before. It caught him by surprise, but he quickly recovered.

"Then why don't you prove it?" Dale sneered, throwing down a gauntlet. "Tonight, after dinner, let's compete. Mano a mano."

"That means 'hand to hand,' not 'man to man,' Liddy snapped. "Dumbass."

Dale heard the insult. "I guess they didn't teach us the finer points of French in trade school."

"Fr-, French?" Liddy sputtered. Just when she thought her sister's new husband couldn't possibly get any stupider, he lowered the bar yet again. "It's Spanish. My sister majored in it. Before going on to get an MBA. Maybe if you listened to your wife once in awhile, instead of treating her like a beer-fetching baby-maker, you would learn something!"

Dale's beady eyes grew cloudy and dark. "Tonight, after dinner," he repeated menacingly. "Your husband can ask your sister questions, then you and I can try to guess her answers. We'll see who knows Ann best: her only sister, who has known her since birth, or the dumbass Neanderthal who married her six months ago!"

The chance to expose Dale in front of Amy -- to prove that her sister's new husband is a moron and a chauvinist asshole, all at the same time -- was irresistible. She was so eager to call his bluff that she didn't even take the time to protect her modesty first. With her breasts still visible through her tattered blouse, Liddy accepted her brother-in-law's challenge. That sexist shit-for-brains will regret the day he went up against a woman in a battle of wits, Liddy thought as she stormed out of the room.

"I know both of you bitches better than you know yourselves," Dale muttered under his breath as he watched her ass wiggle. "And I've got what you both need."

Liddy felt cowardly leaving her own house to escape her unwanted guest, but she needed to gather her composure. She was enraged and aroused, all at once, so she grabbed a sweatshirt and headed out to clear her head.

When Liddy returned, Ann was already in the kitchen, wearing a cute pink apron and matching headband, prepping dinner. Liddy glanced down, confirming her suspicion.

"Barefoot and pregnant, huh?"

If Ann noticed her sister's disapproving tone, she didn't let on. She just smiled blissfully and rubbed her belly. "Just like Dale likes me," she replied, beaming.

Liddy looked away so her sister wouldn't catch her epic eye roll.

When Tim returned from work, he offered to help his wife and sister-in-law in the kitchen, but Dale wouldn't hear of it. "That's a woman's job," he scoffed. "Hey babe," he hollered as he plopped lazily onto a couch in the living room. "Get Tim and me a brewski."

Tim was mortified by his brother-in-law's crude sexism, but Ann didn't seem to mind, so he said nothing. By the time Ann served them their steak dinners, Dale had a good buzz going, making him even more garrulous than usual. While Tim meekly nursed his beer and Liddy silently seethed, Dale dominated the conversation with long, loud stories about his two favorite topics: fast cars and fast women.

After dinner, Tim offered to help the women clear the table and clean the dishes, but again Dale dismissed the idea, inviting him outside for a cigar instead. Tim sheepishly accepted, but he felt his wife staring daggers at him as they stepped out into the back yard.

When the men returned, their wives were just about to relax in the living room after having washed, dried and put away a pile of plates and silverware. Before Ann could sit down, Dale sent her scurrying back to the kitchen for another beer, until Liddy intervened. "I'll get it," she volunteered, taking pity on her pregnant sister. "You should get off your feet for a minute."

A moment later, Liddy returned with her brother-in-law's beer. He took it without thanking her, but when his rough, calloused hand lightly grazed hers, she felt an unexpected jolt of sexual energy. She looked him in the eye, then quickly looked away.

With a sly grin, Dale raised his can aloft. "A toast," he proclaimed, "to Tim and Liddy! Thank you for welcoming us into your home. You've both been so generous -- it really means a lot to Ann and me."

"Hear, hear!" Tim said, taking a celebratory swig of his own beer while Ann looked adoringly at her husband.

Liddy, meanwhile, just sat there stupefied. She had never before seen Dale exhibit so much as an ounce of class, so his heartfelt display of gratitude took her by surprise. "There's nothing we wouldn't do for you guys," she found herself saying.

"In that case," Dale replied, rubbing his wife's belly even while looking deep into Liddy's eyes, "maybe you could get working on a cousin for Dale, Jr. Wouldn't that be great, honey?"

Liddy didn't even hear her sister's reply. It was drowned out by the sound of her blood suddenly boiling.

"Anyway," Dale pivoted, "while we're all still kid-free, what do you say we have some fun? Who's up for a little couples competition?"

"Sure," Tim offered, sensing his wife's irritation and eager to keep the peace. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well," Dale began, pausing as if to think. "How about we all write down a few questions on pieces of paper, then shuffle them up in a bowl? You can ask the questions," he nodded at Tim, "and my beautiful wife can answer them." Ann blushed from the compliment. "Then Liddy and I can try to predict her answers. May the best man win!"

"Or best woman," Liddy shot back, her pretty face distorted in a look of sheer disdain.

Dale just winked and swigged more beer.

"Sounds fun," Tim said, keen to fill the awkward silence. "Let's do it."

For the next few minutes, all four of them scratched out questions on strips of notebook paper, which Tim then folded and placed in a big bowl. When he thought they had enough, he told everyone to stop. "Please put down your pencils," he said solemnly, sounding more like he was proctoring an exam than playing a fun game. "Except for you, Ann. You can write down your answer to each question before our contestants try to guess it."

All eyes turned to Tim as he reached a hand into the bowl, stirring up the folded pieces of paper until he finally pulled one out, opened it up and read its contents aloud.

"All right, here comes the first question," he said with the dramatic emphasis of a game show host. "What is Ann's favorite movie?"

Liddy smiled, recognizing her own question and assuming she was about to take a 1-0 lead over her knuckle-dragging brother-in-law. "Thelma and Louise," she blurted out confidently. She and her sister had rewatched that movie countless times and they were always quoting lines. It had everything: two bad-ass actresses, a bold feminist premise... and of course a young Brad Pitt.

"And you?" Tim asked. "What is your guess?"

"I don't need to guess," Dale said with a smirk. "I know."

Tim raised his eyebrows and tilted his head, silently encouraging Dale to get to his answer.

It wasn't clear whether Dale picked up on the cue, but he remained unhurried. "Her favorite movie ain't got a name," he drawled. "But we made it together and she's the star."

Liddy's heart sank as a tell-tale blush swept across her sister's face.

"Ann, will you please read your answer?" Tim asked.

"I probably should have said my wedding video," Ann replied sheepishly, unable to look her sister in the eye. "But I went with the movie Dale and I made later that night," she giggled.

For a moment, the room was awkwardly silent.

"Uh... the first point goes to Dale," Tim finally announced, stunned. "Let's try question number 2. Ann...," he said as he reached into the bowl to pluck out another piece of paper, "what was your favorite subject in school?"

Liddy felt a sense of relief. Surely she would get this one. Her sister had double majored in Spanish and business, and although she had gone on to get her MBA, she always made her preference clear.

"Spanish," Liddy said, her confidence returning.

"Ok, Spanish," Tim repeated, eager to move the game along. "Buena suposición. And what is your guess, Dale?"

Dale grunted and shrugged. "Shit," he said, "I don't know what she liked studying back in school. I just know that nowadays she likes when I'm teaching her some discipline. Ain't that right little girl?"

Ann's cheeks were a blazing scarlet. "You are definitely my favorite teacher," she said softly. "But my sister got this one. Spanish was always my favorite subject. Lo siento mi amor."

Liddy flashed a triumphant smile. Finally, Dale was starting to be exposed for the dumbass that he is, she thought.

But if he was worried, he didn't show it. He had a smug look on his face as he casually raised the stakes. "Wanna play Double Jeopardy, where the scores can really change?" he asked. "Let's make the next question worth two points."