Teasing Sister In Law

Charlie let out a snort of disgust. Sara, his wife, had just told him that her old sister Sally was going to stay with them for the weekend.

"Damn it Sara," Charlie said, "I've got the extra bedroom stacked full of stuff. Where will she sleep?"

"She can sleep on the living room couch," Sara replied.

"But you know I sometimes can't sleep and I like to go down and get a drink or watch a little TV to help me get sleepy." Charlie said through gritted teeth, "Even if I didn't want to watch TV, I have to go right through the living room to get to the kitchen. I can't do that with her asleep on the couch."

"Sure you can," Sara said trying to soothe him, "just be quiet and you won't wake her."

"I could, but there's the other thing too," Charlie sighed.

"I know she teases you..." Sara started to say.

"Teases? Teases?" he yelled, "A damned stripper does less!"

"I know, I know honey. I'll talk to her. And if that doesn't work, I think I have a way to make her stop. By scaring her into not doing it anymore." Sara said trying to calm her husband.

"I hope you can make her stop, because if not this is the last time she stays here." Charlie said in a low voice, "She must really be a slut and fuck anything that walks the way she flaunts it around here."

"Charlie!" Sara said shocked by the venom in his voice, "I don't like you calling my little sister a slut. And I know she teases you, but it can't be that bad. Not bad enough to think she's that kind of girl. And besides, she may tease you but she says she's a virgin and I believe her."

"Ok, ok, I won't call her that again. But it is that bad and something's got to be done about her teasing."

"Like I said, I'll talk to her and I'll work on it," Sara replied standing up to go check

supper.

Charlie took another long pull on his beer, then looked at the picture of Sally hanging on the opposite wall. It was a picture of her in her school uniform from earlier that year. At 18 she was a gorgeous girl, short, dark hair cut in a pageboy, firm looking "B" cup breasts, pale flawless, cream-colored skin and muscular well-shaped legs.

One of the biggest problems that Charlie had with Sally and her teasing, was that he found himself thinking about and getting very hard from what was suggested by it. He knew it was only that, a tease and Sally had no intention of ever doing anything more. For that Charlie was glad. He really didn't want to do anything to hurt his wife Sara. But sometimes he just wished he could throw that young dark-haired girl down and fuck her hard. Maybe that would put an end to the teasing.

The other thing that bothered Charlie was that Sally never did it when others were around to see. And he had never seen her tease any other guy, so he had no idea whether she was teasing only him, or if she was teasing others and was just so good at hiding it she never let anyone catch her.

Friday evening when Charlie got home from work Sally was already there. Sara was in the kitchen when he came in the door. He dropped his briefcase on the table in the hall and turned to go to the kitchen when suddenly he found Sally's nubile young body tight against his. She had ran down the hall and thrown herself against him.

She pushed her firm young body against him and said in a giggled whisper, "So how's my sexy brother in law tonight?"

"Your brother in law is fine," He replied pushing her away, "but you need to keep in mind the brother in law part and quit doing that."

"Oh my," She said in a falsetto, placing her hand between her breasts and batting her eye lashes, "you mean you don't want a hug from little ol' me? I'm crushed!"

"I'm sure you are," Charlie replied trying to keep his temper, "some day you're going to tease the wrong guy at the wrong time."

"I don't think so." She said, then a sly smile crossed her face, "I always pick the right guy at the right time."

"Someday..." Charlie muttered, walking away towards the kitchen.

They had dinner and Sally told Sara she was going to a friend's house for a few hours. After she left, Charlie and Sara settled in to watch a movie. Before they did however, they talked about Sara's plan to scare Sally. Sara filled him in on what she thought should be done.

She told Charlie he should find an opportunity when he and Sally were alone, then make like he was going to rape her because of the teasing. Sara figured her younger sister might get scared enough to quit.

"You want me to WHAT??" He yelled as he heard her suggestion.

"Pretend like you are going to rape her," Sara replied, "it might scare her enough to make her stop the teasing."

"What how...aw...how far should I go with it? If I just grab her and threaten to it might not be enough," Charlie said.

"I see your point," Sara replied, "well...I know she never wears a bra around her, so what if you pull up her top and play with her breasts? Do you think that would be enough? No, wait...I think you should also take her panties off that should do it."

"Play with her breasts? Take her panties off? Damn Sara, that's a bit extreme isn't it? And I'll see her naked parts when I do!"

"It is extreme, but I think it's the shock she needs. And as far as seeing her naked parts, from what you've told me see's almost done that already."

"Yea, but what about after? She's going to tell you about it I'm sure and maybe embellish what happened. And she may tell other people too."

"If she tells me I'll dismiss it and tell her to quit making up stories. If she tells anyone else, I'll swear it never happened," Sara replied.

"I'll think about it, but I still think it's a bit to extreme," Charlie said.

Sally returned at 11:00 PM and the three of them watched another movie. When it was finished they got ready for bed. Sara was in the shower as Charlie went to the kitchen for a drink. As he passed through the living room Sally was laying on the couch covered only by a sheet. Charlie said nothing to her as he passed by, but after he got his drink and returned he got a shock.

Sally was still laying on the couch, but this time she had kicked off the sheet. All she had on was a tight t-shirt and a pair of white lace panties. As Charlie walked by she had one leg on the back of the couch and a foot on the floor, which gave him a clear view of her smooth inner thighs and the crotch of her panties. She smiled at him, stretched, dropped one hand to her thigh, and one atop one of her firm breasts. Charlie shook his head and walked past her.

As he did he heard he whisper, "Good night stud."

Charlie climbed into bed and lay awake for a long while thinking. Sara was fast asleep and he decided it was time. He quietly got out of bed and went into the living room. Sally was asleep laying on her back. It was very warm and the sheet had slipped to the floor.

Charlie admired the outline of her breasts under the tight material of her t-shirt. The material was pulled so tight he could see the outline of her nipples. His gaze traveled downward to her mound. Her lace panties were also tight. They were pulled up between her lips making a very provocative camel toe. She stirred, sighed, then settled back. He moved closer, leaning down until his face was only a few inches from hers. He could see small beads of sweat on her upper lip and smell the sweet aroma of her young body.

He stood and quietly made his way to the kitchen, snapped on the light and began to make noise, banging cupboard doors as well as a few pots and pans. After a few minutes he opened the refrigerator, got a drink of cold water from the pitcher kept there. He closed the door, took a deep breath and made his way slowly back through the living room.

As he passed the couch Sally said, "Can't sleep? Need some help?"

She stood, padded over to him and pressed herself against him.

" I can help," She purred.

He took a deep breath as he thought, 'Well, here we go,' then reached down and cupped both cheeks of her ass, pulling her against him. Her mound was in the right spot to be pressed tight against his raging hard-on.

"Sure. I can use some womanly help," He replied.

He felt her freeze, then she tried to pull away saying, "Why Charlie, what a big lump you have."

He jerked her back against him and in a husky whisper replied, "That's what I need help with."

"I...I don't think we should be doing this now." She said, nervousness creeping into

her voice, "Sara might hear."

"She won't," Charlie said, reaching up and cupping one of her breasts, then adding the lie, "she took a sleeping pill before bed. She's out of it. We can be as loud as we want."

"Charlie," she gasped, pushing harder on his chest, alternately trying to wiggle out of his grasp and pull his hand from under her t-shirt, "you're my brother in law. We can't do this."

"So what was all that teasing about if not an offer to fuck me?" He said with a grin, sliding his hand up under her t-shirt and cupping her bare firm tittie.

"Please don't!" She whined, pulling desperately at his wrist to try to get his hand from under her top, "it was just fun. I was just having fun. It wasn't an offer and I don't want to have sex with you!"

"Fuck," Charlie replied holding her tight against him with one arm while his other hand fondled her young, firm breast, "fuck is the word. And it was an offer. I can tell when a girl is in heat. And you are in heat. You need a big fat cock to take care of it for you."

As she pushed at his chest trying to get away, he took hold of her nipple and began to roll it between his fingers. To his delight it began to crinkle and grow hard.

"Charlie! Stop! You can't do this to me!" She gasped, grabbing his wrist with both hands and trying even harder to pull his hand away.

"Sure I can," He chuckled evilly, "by your actions you asked me to."

"Don't! Stop it! I'll scream!" She panted, still trying to pull his hand from under her t-shirt.

He squeezed her nipple, which brought a groan from her, then with a quick shove, he pushed her down onto the couch. As she crumpled under him, he climbed on top of her. He grabbed both her wrists in one hand and pinned them to the couch above her head. He pried her legs apart with his knees and worked his way between them until he was laying with his hard cock pressed to her warm panty covered slit.

"I'll scream!" She panted.

"You do and I'll gag you with your own panties!" He snarled.

"You...you wouldn't dare!" She gasped.

"Oh no?" He said reaching down and with one hand began to work her panties off her hips.

She struggled, trying to keep him from taking them off. Charlie discovered that he couldn't hold her and work her panties down her thrashing legs at the same time. After a few seconds, he became frustrated and with all his strength yanked on her panties. The fragile lace material tore, then he pulled the tattered remains off, leaving her naked from the waist down.

He held them up so she could see them and said in a calm clear whisper, "Now keep it shut or I stuff these in your mouth."

She whimpered but said nothing. Charlie dropped her panties to the floor, reached down and pulled her t-shirt up exposing her firm teen breasts. He fondled first one, then the other enjoying the feel of them and taking note of her nipples, which were standing tall.

"So you like your titties played with huh?" He said.

"No...I...don't!" She replied in a venomous whisper then began to buck as she added, "Get....Off...me!"

Charlie held her down until she tired and quit struggling, then replied with a grin, "No, sorry. It's not happening. I won't get off you...but I will get off in you. I'm gunna use your tight little pussy for my pleasure. You want me to take it 'cause you've been offering it to me for a long time now."

Charlie leaned forward and began to suck and bite her nipples, first one then the other. After a short time he noticed she had stopped struggling. He looked at her face to find her eyes closed and her lip caught between her teeth.

'I think the little slut is starting to enjoy this!' He thought, 'but so am I, way to much. Time to finish this before I do something stupid.'

He reached down between their bodies and pressed a finger between her wet warm pussy lips. He found her clit pined it to her pubic bone and began to rub it.

"Oh God!" She groaned, "S-s-s-s-stop....please stop!"

"Sure I'll stop." He chuckled, then reached down and freed his hard cock from his pajama bottoms.

"Wha...what are you doing?" She gasped.

"You asked me to stop fingering you, so I'm getting ready to fuck you instead," He said, "fill your tight little pussy with some hard man meat."

"Please don't! Oh please, you can't! I'm a virgin!" She pleaded.

He didn't believe that claim for an instant, but he noticed she had given up struggling and was now lying still. He wondered if it was because she didn't think it would do her any good, or some other reason. He grinned and rubbed the head of his hard cock up and down her slit. To his surprise, he found her sopping wet.

He placed the head of his rigid stick against her hole and said, "Now sweetmeat, time to give what you've been promising."

She didn't protest. She just lay there, eyes closed, trembling. He knew he had to stop, had to get up right that instant, because if he didn't he was going to fuck her. Even now the urge to push forward was almost overpowering. Abruptly he pulled back and sat up.

"I did this to teach you a lesson. You have to stop teasing me," He said, "I could have fucked you right then and nothing could have stopped me. You're going to tease the wrong guy sometime and he isn't going to stop."

"You...you're not going to?" She stammered, staring up at him.

"No. I only did this to show you how easily someone could do it," He said.

"You bastard!" She spit at him, "You coward!"

"What?" Charlie replied, surprised by her outburst.

"You're a balless bastard!" She said through gritted teeth, then swung a slap at him..

"What the fuck?" He said blocking her swing and grabbing her wrists so she couldn't try again.

"You cowardly asshole!" She snarled, frantically trying to get her hands loose.

Charlie struggled with her and ended up in the same position they had been a few minutes before, laying on top of her, between her legs with both her wrists pinned to the couch above her head.

"What the fuck is your problem?" He asked puzzled, "I told you I wasn't going to fuck you!"

"You're a balless asshole that's what! You threaten to fuck me, scare the shit out of me making me think you're going to, then give me that crap about a lesson. I should have known, You're not man enough to fuck me!" She hissed, then again began to struggle to try to get her hands free.

"God damn it!" Charlie said, holding her wrists with both hands so she couldn't get loose, "Lay still!"

He struggled with her for a few minutes, then, unexpectedly she got one hand loose. She racked her long nails down his chest, leaving long, deep, red scratches.

"God damn it!" Charlie hissed in pain, grabbed her by the throat and pinned her to the couch.

He was really angry. The scratches she had inflicted hurt like hell.

"So you little cunt," He growled, "I'm not man enough huh?"

He clamped down on her wrists with one hand until he heard her whimper from the pressure of his hold, then reached down between their bodies and placed the head of his hard cock against her pussy.

He wasn't thinking about repercussions, or if he should or shouldn't. His mind was filled with anger, and the thought of all that teasing she had done to him, as well as the pain radiating from his wounds. All those things combined to block out sensible thought. At that moment all Charlie could think of was payback. And the best way he could think of to get it, was to fuck the little bitch.

He nudged forward, pushing the tip of his cock between the wet, warm lips of her pussy. She didn't move or let out a sound. She lay there her eyes closed, trembling slightly. Again he pushed forward, and the head spread the entrance to her tight tunnel. Charlie could feel the warm slickness of her entrance, knew his cock head was now in the perfect position. He decided to make it last, tease her for a change before he took her. He began to work the head of his cock in and out of her entrance, pushing in a bit but not letting more than just the tip of his cock in.

Over and over he did it whispering to her as he did, "All you have to do you little cunt is beg. Beg me not to, ask me nicely not to fuck your tight little pussy. That's all I want to hear just one more 'please don't fuck me, I promise not to tease you anymore' will do it. Go ahead beg me not to."

Throughout she lay with her eyes closed, her lower lip clamped between her teeth, making not a sound except for her breathing, and was still except for her trembling.

After several minutes, he was getting angrier. He had expected her to beg and she wasn't. If she wasn't going to beg, he figured it was time to make her pay.

He leaned forward put his lips to her ear and whispered, "No begging? I take it then you want me to fuck you? Well...you know what? I am man enough!"

As his last word left his mouth, he lunged forward with his hips, there was an instant of resistance, then as his rod slide into her. As it did he felt her stiffen and gasp as his balls slap against her ass, his hard shaft buried in her tight pussy. As he lay with his cock buried inside her he realized that the resistance he had felt was her cherry, she had been a virgin.

She lay rigid and still, a tiny whimper escaping from her lips. He too lay still, savoring the feel of it. After so long being teased by her and thinking about fucking her, he was now locked deep inside her tight pussy.

"So you little cunt, you teased me once too often. Now I'm going to use your tight little pussy for my pleasure," He grated to her.

He pulled back slowly, watching her face, then rammed into her again, hard. He wasn't gentle, he wasn't trying to be. He wanted payback, wanted her to feel it, and this was for his pleasure, not hers. He was going to enjoy reaming her virgin pussy.

As he fucked her he reached down and clamped his thumb and forefinger onto her nipple, squeezing it hard. That brought a groan from her. He squeezed her breast in his hand as he rammed his cock into her over and over. Through it all she lay with her eyes closed, whimpering from time to time as he fucked her. He reached up and grabbed her face and shook it.

"Open your eyes!" He snarled, "I want you to look at me while I fuck you. I want you to watch my face as I fuck you and see how much I enjoy reaming your tight little cunt. Open them, god damn it!"

She opened her eyes and looked directly into his. They stared at each other as he rammed into her over and over. It was intense. He noticed the brown color of her eyes, the small almost imperceptible tears at the corners, her dark lashes and her large brown eyes, how they were wide open staring right back at him. He felt her body begin to relax, felt her hips tip upward so his thrust slid in easier. Soon the feel of her young body, the tightness of her wet young pussy as he stroked into her, and the eye to eye contact, seemed to blend together and he felt like he was melting into her.

He wanted more, he wanted all of her. So he kissed her hard on the mouth, crushing her lips with his, ramming his tongue into her mouth. To his surprise she began to kiss him back. He felt her hips begin to rise to meet his thrusts, her whimpers were now moans. He let go of her wrists and felt her arms circle his neck. He could feel her hips coming up faster to meet each of his deep thrusts.

He reached down and grabbed both her ass cheeks and continued to fuck her like a wild man, pulling her hips up as he rammed into her violated virgin pussy. He could feel his balls ready to explode, knew he was going to cum soon and also knew he shouldn't cum inside her, but right then, he really didn't give a damn.