Tom looked around while he waited. He noticed a stack of unopened mail on the side table. A large brown paper envelope lay on top. A corner of the flap was torn and, out of curiosity, Tom lifted it with his thumb. The sliver of contents showed the lurid colors and bare skin of an adult catalogue.
"It's always torn like that when it comes." Lisa stood there unexpectedly and Tom pulled his hand away from the envelope. "Pretty sure the mailman does it. Fucking pervert."
She held a cold glass of juice in her hand. Her gait as she crossed the room was deliberate, cat-like.
"It's from Pandora's Closet. Order one thing from them and they send you a zillion catalogues. Not sure how they stay in business."
"What did you order?"
"Wouldn't you like to know."
She was standing in front of him now, so close that her shins touched the couch cushions between his knees. He took the glass from her hand and put it down on top of the stack of mail. She didn't move from where she was.
"You ever wonder," she asked, "If you married the wrong sister?"
Tom put his hands on her waistband and, when she didn't react, unbuttoned her jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper. He tugged her pants and the panties underneath them over her hips and down her thighs. Lisa shifted her weight from leg to leg to assist him and stepped out of them when they hit the floor. Tom rested his hands on her hips, not fully believing his sister-in-law was standing in front of him, naked from the waist down.
Her pubic bush was trimmed to a heart-shaped patch over her vagina, already moist with arousal. The scent of her made his mouth water. He leaned forward for a taste and her pelvis came forward to meet him. Both of them made the sound of tension released as his tongue pressed into her and worked down the length of her in a leisurely back and forth motion.
Tom dared not speak, dared not break contact with her sweetness, afraid if he did she would take this treat away from him. He kissed her, licked her, sucked her into his mouth. He circled her mound with his tongue, pressed his lips against her clitoris and pulled her against him by the backs of her legs. She bowed her knees awkwardly to give him better access between her thighs.
He pulled her down to the couch and kneeled between her legs. Cupping her buns in his hands he devoured her, made love to her with his lips and tongue, tongue-fucked her without restraint. He drank her juices as quickly as he could lap them up. Desperately, he pursued her moans and the grinding of her hips to a noisy, wet, violent conclusion.
Lisa exhaled, deflated.
Looking up at her from between her legs, juices dripping from his chin, Tom said, "Yeah, sometimes I wonder."
