I woke up the next morning to find the sun already fully streaming through the windows. I hadn't slept that late in years. I rolled over and saw Tessa sitting upright and staring out the window at the ocean. She was still naked. As I fought off sleep, my mind began to wander. Was she regretting what we did the previous night? I reached for her and my hand touched her bare back. She turned and gave me a sly, little smile.
"Honey, are you okay," I asked.
"Do you mean about what happened," she replied.
"Yes," I said.
"Of course, I'm very okay with that. I'm just wishing it hadn't taken me most of a bottle of wine to go through with it," she smiled. "My head is killing me."
"I've got a good cure for a hangover. Come on," I replied. I rolled over beside her and took her hand to lead her to the bathroom. Once there, I started the shower and let the steam generator work while we brushed our teeth. When she was finished, she hugged and kissed me.
"You were magnificent last night," she said.
"So, were you," I admitted.
"Are you okay with it," Tessa asked.
"Yeah, I am, I think," I admitted. "It doesn't really bother me as much as I thought it would."
"Alex, it shouldn't. She cheated on you for months. You did one time," Tessa offered.
"So, last night was a one-off," I replied.
"No. She won't be here until Friday," she smiled.
"You don't think there's any special premium because you're her sister," I asked.
"No. I don't. Just like there wasn't any sort of discount because she fucked some douche bag from work that didn't know what he was doing," Tess replied firmly.
"Point taken."
"Let's get in that steam," she replied. "My head is pounding."
I opened the door and she paused briefly to kiss me before she entered. I hadn't drank as much as Tessa did and the steam quickly began to work away the residual fog in my head. I watched her as she washed and I shook my head, still not believing I'd made love with my sister-in-law the night before. She turned to face me as she washed her abdomen and breasts.
"What," she asked.
"I can't believe we did that," I said.
"Neither can I," she said. "I knew I was going to try, but I didn't really believe you'd actually do it."
"I know," I agreed.
"Why am I standing here in front of the man I've wanted my whole life washing myself," she asked. I smiled and nodded, before she handed the washcloth to me. I added some more soap to it and began washing her more intimate areas.
"That's better," Tessa smiled before she kissed me again. I washed her from head to toe and enjoyed the sensation of my hands roaming over her smooth, wet skin. It was something I'd never imagined and inwardly, I knew I needed to enjoy it all I could the next three days. She took the cloth and started to wash me. She was paying particular attention to one area and I soon became aroused.
"God, this thing is amazing," she purred.
"You think so," I said.
"Yes. Chris is tiny compared to you," she said.
"Okay, that's enough information," I said.
"Whatever. I'm sure you wanted to know that your cock was bigger," she laughed.
"Ha," I laughed. "That doesn't matter to me honey. The only thing that matters is the way he treats you."
"I know you don't, and I've put up with it to the point that he expects me to take it. I don't like the way she's treated you, either. Those two things are why making love to you the rest of this week will not bother me at all," she smiled. I just nodded at her.
"What do you want to do today," I asked.
"Why don't we go see if we can catch ourselves some dinner," she smiled. "If the fish aren't interested, I think I can keep you entertained."
"I bet you can do that," I smiled back.
"My head is much better. You want to get out," she asked.
"Yeah," I replied.
She dried off and left to go down to her suite. After I dressed, I walked down to the first floor. She came down the stairs in a black wrap-around cover-up. It was short and showed off a lot of her long, tan legs. I smiled when I saw her.
"You've always looked at me that same way, in a way you probably shouldn't," she smiled.
"I guess I couldn't help it," I replied. I'd begun to realize that my own actions over the years probably contributed mightily to the previous night's activities.
She took my extended hand and we walked out to my truck to drive to the marina. We held hands the entire way. There were many glances and smiles, but no words. A call to the marina the previous day insured the boat was fueled up and ready to go. I jumped down on the deck and turned back to help Tessa. Once the engines were started, I made sure everything else was ready to go. The frozen bait I'd requested was there, so I pulled it out to them. Finally, the engines were warmed up and Tessa helped me cast off the lines so we could get underway. As I left the slip, she stood beside me and wrapped her arm around my waist. I leaned over and kissed her lips, but it soon developed into something much more passionate.
"You don't know how many times I've wanted to kiss you like that," she said.
"The feeling is mutual, babe. Despite our circumstances," I replied.
"I know," she said. I steered the boat under the Highway 64 bridge, and we headed down south through Roanoke Sound. The forecast looked pretty good, so I decided to head out on the ocean proper. Maybe we could get into a school of something tasty. We'd barely made it under the Oregon inlet bridge when I turned back to see that Tessa had not only removed coverup, but also her swimsuit. She was wearing just her sunglasses and flipflops.
"It's going to be hard to want to do any fishing with you looking like that," I said.
"I thought it might be," she said. She walked over to me and wrapped her arms around me before kissing me urgently.
"You know how to take my mind off fishing," I replied as we parted.
"This is what I meant by catching something tasty, today," she purred as she reached for my cock which was hardening in my shorts.
"Looks like you were successful," I smiled. She smiled and knelt in front of me at the helm. Her fingers swiftly unbuckled my belt and then my shorts. They fell to the deck and she grasped my cock and began stroking it as she looked up at me.
"I think I turn you on," she grinned.
"You most certainly do," I nodded.
"You do the same to me," she said. She reached between her legs and brought her hand to my mouth. Her fingers were covered in her sweet nectar, which I sucked clean as she began deep throating my cock. She took me deeper than I'd previously known, and I grabbed onto the bridge awning for support as I felt my legs begin to wobble underneath me. Her mouth moved intently up and down my cock, all the while she looked up at me from behind her sunglasses. I finally regained my composure and removed her glasses so I could look into her eyes. I could see the lust there and the long-suppressed desire. I wanted her like I'd never I wanted a woman, even though she was my wife's younger sister. I reached down with my hands and pulled her to her feet. My lips met hers and I kissed her passionately, relishing the thought that my hard cock had just been in her willing mouth.
I took a quick glance at the surrounding waters and finding no other craft in the immediate vicinity, I engaged the autopilot. I directed Tessa to the bridge chair. Without further direction, she knelt on it and looked back over her shoulder at me. I saw an evil, little smile on her face.
"I like where this is headed," she said.
"Good," I replied. "I'm going to fuck you like you want and deserve. But I'm going to something else first."
I knelt behind her and ran my tongue along her wet slit. She purred and my tongue dove deeper between her lips to taste her nectar. I probed her with my tongue, and she wiggled her sex against my face. I reached for her hips to hold her still and continued to lap her. My tongue worked her clit before I moved up further. She gasped when my tongue slithered across her tight little asshole.
"Oh, god," she groaned. "That's so fucking dirty!"
"It is," I said. "You're my dirty little sister-in-law."
"Fuck yes, I am," she moaned as my tongue roamed her backdoor. "Mmmm, I've never had my ass eaten."
"How about fucked," I asked.
"No, never," she said.
"We'll fix that this week," I suggested.
"Anything you want," she said. "Has Tammy ever let you do that?"
"Once," I offered.
"Then I really want to give that to you," she groaned.
I lapped her asshole a little more before I returned to her dripping wet pussy. I savored her essence and teased her hard, little clit. She gasped each time my tongue contacted it. I got my lips around her clit and lightly hummed while my tongue teased the very tip. She arched her back and squealed.
"Oh, fuck Alex," she yelled. "That's it, don't stop. Don't stop baby."
"Mmmm," I hummed as I continued licking her.
Her moans intensified and she fell forward against the chair back.
"Oh, Alex. It's so good, right there!!! Oh," she howled against the chair back. I continued and her movements intensified before she came to a rest.
"Fuck, that was so intense," she croaked.
"Yes, it was," I agreed.
"I want you inside me, now," she commanded as she regained her composure.
"It'll be my pleasure," I assured her.
I moved up behind her and took my cock in my hand, directing it into her soft wetness. I pushed my hips forward slowly and firmly.
"Oh," Tessa groaned as I continued in until I encountered resistance. I grabbed her thin hips firmly as I withdrew before quickly sliding back in, slowly building a steady rhythm. She looked back over her shoulder and watched me as I fucked her. Several times I saw her smile and shake her head. There were no words, just groans and moans as we further satisfied our lust for one another. I felt her reach between her legs. Her fingers began teasing her clit as well as my balls and the underside of my cock. Her moans intensified and I knew she was approaching her climax. I was able to hold back given the activity of the previous night, so I was able to keep pumping my cock in and out of her amazingly tight pussy.
"Oh, fuck," she moaned. "I'm there."
