It has been months since my last encounter with my sister-in-law. There has been an awkward separation between us since that day in the hot tub. When we are in close proximity we steal glances at each other filled with longing and desire but we both know there is nothing we can do to quench the thirst and desire we feel for each other.
There have been moments that we might have had a chance to steal a kiss or passionate embrace. Each time I take a step forward, she takes a step back and I could swear once she took a step towards me, but I stepped back. I go home and hold my wife and think of her. I lay in my bed alone and smell her perfume. I imagine the moment when I will next be able to look at her bare stomach and trace my tongue around her belly button exploring the goose bumps that rise and fall as she raises her hips and stomach to greet me. On a whim I decided to drive over to her house. She has been complaining to my wife that she feels neglected and has become angry at her lawyer husband. He is never home, and when he is she gets nothing from him. I like to believe she is not asking for him and secretly desires me like I desire her but her cold shoulder as of late makes me think it was a one time deal.
Going over I arrive and she meets me at the door wearing a black and white tank top with spaghetti straps. She has her hair in pigtails which she knows turns me on and offers me a kiss on the cheek. My heart drops because I was hoping for more. I walk in and she asks me if I want a drink and I accept a cold glass of water with ice. Small talk is exchanged and the cold shoulder that I have been feeling is like an air conditioning blowing fifty degree air right on your head.
Sensing my disappointment she asks me if I can help her and I tell her I am always available to help her out. She asks me to wait here and that she will be right back. I pace back and forth wondering what I have to do and hear her yell for me from the spare bedroom. I enter and she asks me to sit down. The look in her eyes is one of caution and fear. She explains to me that the hot tub was a mistake and that it can't happen again. She explains that she has no feelings for me and that she is not willing to sacrifice her family and life for me or anyone else. All I can do is agree and pretend like this does not matter to me and I feel the same way. I get up and go to leave and tell her that what happened is our secret and I would never press anything again.
Leaving I realize that my fantasies will never be the same.
The following week I head over to meet my wife at her house and this time I drive my motorcycle. Getting there I can see that my sister in law is in pain. Her back and neck are stiff and she is miserable. I offer my help and she declines when the phone rings and my wife is on the phone. She can't make it and will meet me at home. I shake my head and go to say goodbye when I am asked to rub her neck for just a few minutes. I tell her ok and ask her to go get changed and meet me in the spare bedroom with some towels.
When she entered the room wearing just a oriental satin robe I almost died. Pointing to the bed, she laid down and opened the robe, chest down against the sheets. I take the robe and place it on the floor and she looks glorious. A nice tan that is not too deep and not fake. Her skin shimmers and her ass, bare and perfect just screams to me to touch, but I have to honor her wish so I drape a towel over her naked ass.
Putting my fingers on her back I can immediately tell she is frustrated. Years ago I had learned from a very special friend the art of knowing how to give a massage. Each knot I map on her back leads me to know that the only way to solve this problem is to start at her ankles. I spread her legs slightly and face towards her feet applying pressure to the back of her