A Night with My Sister in Law

I had to make a trip from Indiana to North Carolina to attend a business conference that happened to be at a former employer. My sister in law Amy lived in Knoxville, so it was a convenient place to stop for the night, and save the cost of a hotel bill. The opportunity to see her was a welcome bonus. I had stayed there several times before. Usually help with some handy man stuff that had built up over time. She lived by herself, and I didn't mind helping someone with what I could.

It was about 10pm when I got to her place. She greeted me with a big hug, pulling her chest into me. She had been doing that more lately. I didn't mind. She was wearing a little black dress, with a new necklace, as she told me. Evidently she had just had a friend over helping her to accessorize with her new necklace. She looked hot, and I told her she looked great. She kind of beamed when I said that. We small talked for a little while, and I took a quick look at the loose faucet and the mark on her kitchen ceiling (I would be working on them is coming Sunday on the way back through). Then we both retired, her to her room, and me to the spare bedroom. She looked so hot in that little black dress, I was worked up, but tired too, and I had to get up early to make it over the mountains in time for the start of the convention.

The convention went well, and I got to see several friends and people I knew in the industry as well as several former co workers.

On the last day of the conference I had texted back and forth with her out of curiosity of what she was going to be doing. I thought I would be back over the mountains and to her place fairly late Saturday night. She said it didn't matter to her. She was going to be out with some friends to see the new band her neighbor had put together. It was going to be their first gig out. They started at 9pm. I was going to be later than that, as my conference dinner didn't get done in Cherokee until 9pm, and it is usually an hour and a half to get over the mountains and to her place.

There was some conference activities prior to the dinner, and I ended up working with a former coworker on a problem most of the day and we didn't get back to town until 6pm. The dinner was supposed to start at 5:30, so I decided I wasn't going to bother with it, and I might as well head over the mountain towards Knoxville. Watching the band was going to be more fun anyways, as I used to play guitar in a rock band myself. Why turn down and opportunity to spend time with Amy, too? I have been married to her older sister for 15 years now, but always had a little thing for Amy. She had a short little frame, about 5'2" tall, but had an ass that won't quit, and a wonderfully proportioned chest. She had a pale complexion, but shiny dark curly hair. She tended to wear short skirts with her cowgirl boots, sometimes with a low cut tank or shirt. Other times she would have jeans and a low cut top of some kind on. It didn't really matter because it was better than the wrinkled T shirt and capri's and crocs that her sister usually had on.

I sent Amy a text as I was leaving. I had told her I would let her know once I was headed that way. I didn't hear anything back until I got to Sevierville. Usually she texts, but this time she called me. She wanted to know when I was going to be at her place, because some friends were already there, and they wanted to leave by 9 to get to the bar by 9:30. I was going to get to her place about 9, so I could just ride with them. When I got there, she answered the door wearing this little peach colored dress, low cut with spaghetti straps, and a short tight bottom that stopped just above her knees. I greeted her friends, Jack and Susan, whom I had met before on previous trips. I changed my clothes we all got in Susan's SUV. We drove down and picked a table out. I was just taking things as they came, and Amy ended up sitting next to me. She had her black hair in tight curls, just above the shoulders of her black leather jacket. Her pale white skin was accented by her red lips and brown eyes, and long black eyelashes. That low cut dress was just begging me to look at the tops of her breasts. Once the band started, it was loud enough in there that I we had to talk into each other's ears when we spoke. I didn't mind, I could get a nice smell of her perfume.

Amy was a dancer. Not ballet, but honky tonk dancing, normally at the Cotton Eyed Joe. I thought she would dance that night, and I was looking forward to dancing with her, but the floor was pretty full, and it wasn't the organized country dancing that she liked. We all had dinner, and stayed listening to the band for a couple of hours. The band did really well, and even pulled off Garth Brooks "Friends in Low Places". It was a good time. We all climbed back into Susan's car and headed back to Amy's place. Jack and Susan didn't come in, they just dropped Amy and I off and headed out.

I expected to just go to bed like I had Wednesday night, but I decided to just sit down on the couch in her living room. Amy took off her black leather jacket and threw it over a chair, leaving her shoulders bare. She sat down on the floor with her bare legs towards me, her ankles tucked up by her backside, letting her skirt ride up her thighs some. I was enjoying the opportunity to look at those legs. I thought I caught a glimpse of her black panties as she did so. Was that on purpose? The only thing she had on was that red dress, and whatever might be on underneath. She was sitting next to her black Labrador retriever, who was enjoying her attention. He usually didn't let me come near him. We talked about different things. A little about the projects I was going to do on the house the next morning. At one point she mentioned that her shoulders were stiff. I thought back to one time when I gave her a shoulder massage a few years ago at her parents place. She really liked it. It was innocent enough, but I enjoyed it. I know she did the way she had loosened up. I had tried to do it again a few years later at her place, but she wasn't interested at the time. I decided to give it one more try tonight, and offered to give her a shoulder massage. She surprised me when she agreed. I hadn't thought about it, but I was hard, having been sitting there and looking at her. I wonder if she had noticed. I stood up and enjoyed the view while I helped her up. She was just 5'2" to my 5'11. I moved behind her and started to work on her shoulders. There was just one spaghetti strap on each shoulder, and a zipper in the small of her back. I started working her shoulders, in to her neck, and back to her shoulders. I kept working farther and farther up and down her neck and shoulders. Then I rolled down her back as far as her dress would let me, occasionally going under her dress just a little. Other times I stayed out side and worked my way down to her waist line. I would let my hands roll around her waist, with my fingers wrapping around her, and my thumbs still working her back muscles. She had her head down, and seemed to be really enjoying what I was doing to her. I kept working my hands around, and accidentally knocked the strap off her left shoulder. She didn't make a sound. Hmm, maybe this could turn interesting?? I kept working my way around and knocked the other strap off.... The dress was tight enough around her that it stayed in place. I might have to fix that, I thought to my self...

Here was the point of no return. I can be a gentleman and just stop here, or I could push this a little further, and maybe end up getting slapped and her calling her sister. MMMM, I was so excited, just throbbing, looking over her shoulder and looked at the top of those breasts, just begging to be set free. Damn, I already knew it was too late. I worked my hands back down her side and moved farther around her sides and worked my way back up. I could feel just a little of her breasts. I put my head down and breathed on her neck. She breathed in, and held her breath. I got closer, and placed a small kiss on the back of her neck. Here comes the slap I thought, she didn't move, didn't tense, she just moaned just a little. My hands moved back down to her waist, and I kissed her again. Another moan, just a little bit. I am in trouble now... I take my left hand and move up and pull the hair off the right side of her neck. She moved her head to the left, and I kissed the side of her neck. Her perfume was intoxicating. I worked my way up and down her neck, while my hand pulled her back into me from her waist. I nibbled her ear, and her cheek. My hands worked around her waist, to her stomach, and were working their way up to her breasts. Slight moans escaped from her and she raised both arms and pulled my head down towards her lips. My hands enveloped her breasts, still confined in her dress as we kissed deep, our tongues finally touching each other.. Her right arm dropped, and reached around to my pants, running her hand over my hard member. This was so much farther that I had thought it would go, but no where near where I wanted to take it. I spun her around so she faced me, spaghetti straps still trying their best to pull that dress down over those beautiful breasts of hers. We paused and looked deep into each other's eyes, both double checking that this was happening, and searching for acceptance. She smiled just a little, and then we were kissing again, my hands finding that damn zipper and pulling it down. She giggled, and said "it's about damn time". My hands quickly pulled that dress down her back and over her back side. I didn't feel any thing on that fine ass, and as the dress came down I saw just a small patch of black over her. She had a thong on. This just keeps getting better, I thought to myself. I dropped to my knees and pulled that dress down to her ankles. Instantly my mouth was all over those breast I had thought about for years. Sucking and nibbling, her arms wrapped around my head and her hands pulling me in tight.

"God that feels good", she gasped.

My hands were exploring her legs and backside. She pulled my shirt up out of my jeans, and over my head. I reached up and pulled that thong down, exposing her neatly trimmed landing strip. I picked her up while kissing her flat toned belly. She squealed. I set her down on the couch, me kneeling, and as I ran my hands up her legs she spread those wonderful tight thighs, exposing that wonderful flower of hers. I looked at her, and she back at me, her eyes giving my all the permission I needed. I moved forward dragging my tongue up the inside of her thigh, pushing my arms below her legs, and reached up to wrap my hands around those orbs, and buried my face in her pussy. She moaned with pleasure and put her legs over my shoulders, pulling me to her. Her hands were running through my hair pulling me into her. I started working on her like a kid in a candy store. I could tell by her moans I was getting to her, working my way in and out of her pussy, and nibbling on that special spot. "Yes!" she gasped, and her thighs clamped down on my head. "ooohhhhhhhhhhh" she moaned. I kept working her with my tongue as her body trembled. As she came down and started to relax I was gentle with her, and started to nibble up to her chest, giving each of those breasts some attention that I had always wanted to give them. Then I looked up and she kissed me deeply. When she broke the kiss, I said "I have wanted to do that for a long time." She smiled and said "me too". We kissed again and then she said "I'm not done yet"....

To be continued