Helping My Wifes Sister Move

We all saw the split coming. After double digit years of on again off again with her boyfriend, my wife's sister had finally married him. It was only a few months later he started to drink again and didn't even bother to hide it very well.

Now only a year and a half in and they are done. He had moved out already and Lizzie had decided she didn't want to live by herself on a couple of acres, especially since their dog had recently passed and she was not intending to get another right away. She had always wanted to try living downtown, where she could walk almost everywhere and here was her chance. So she had sold her place for a tidy profit and bought into a hi-rise condo in the city.

Lizzie wasn't bringing all that much with her. She had already sold most of the furniture and new things were already arriving daily at her condo. My wife was helping her and together they decided she didn't need to hire a moving company. She just needed a U-haul and a strong guy on loan for a day or 2. My wife volunteered me to be the strong guy.

I texted Lizzie I was on the way with the U-haul and Lizzie said everything was all boxed up and ready to go. She also said just to just come on in when I got there because she was jamming out and probably wouldn't hear me.

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When I drive up to your place the windows are open. It is a nice spring day and there is music playing, loudly. The song is a little bit raunchier than I expect. But it's not like there were any neighbors nearby and you could probably care less anyway.

It is not hot yet, but lately it has been starting to get pretty warm in the afternoons. I knock once and when I don't hear any reply, I let myself inside and and say "Hi, Lizzie!"

And there you are, sauntering around the corner from the kitchen. You are wearing high cut cut-offs and a button up shirt that you had tied into a sort of bow. I immediately notice your sexy tummy, your shapely legs and your welcoming smile. I give you a brief hug and think to myself that I can't wait to see what you look from behind. I've always loved your perfectly oversized ass and it must look wonderful with those tight high shorts you are wearing.

"Everything is over there", you say. "Some of the smaller boxes on the left there are actually pretty heavy but the big ones are mostly full of light stuff."

It is just a small truckload of boxes and together we move them and pack the U-haul quickly. The heavier stuff I am able to carry myself but some of the large boxes are light but awkward and we carry those together.

Then I get in the truck, and you get in your cute little sporty electric and I follow you to the loading zone of your hi-rise. It takes a little time with all the elevator rides but after about an hour and a half of being all about business we have together moved it all up. By now it has gotten pretty warm, and I am conscious that I am noticeably sweaty. Why in the world didn't I wear shorts?

I ask you if you want any help unpacking and you say "no" and so I go to give you a hug goodbye,

"Sorry I'm a little sweaty," I say intending to just hug you lightly so I don't get sweat all over you. But you absolutely melt into my arms and then after a bit I try to let go but you do not and instead squeeze me a little tighter. It is only now that I realize you smell a little bit like wine and sexy perfume and you are just a little sweaty yourself. I can feel your perky tits pressed against me and feel the first tiny surge of excitement in my cock. Then you brazenly brush your thigh up against my crotch and it gets instantly stiffer. You laugh a little and finally step back.

"I was just about to have some wine" you say. "Can I get you anything?"

I know I should get out of here, but we've known each other for twenty years, hell I've been fantasizing about you for twenty years, and we've only been alone together maybe three times. I don't want this rare situation to end and apparently you feel the same. So I say, 'Sure. I'll have a glass of whatever you are having.

You pour some sort of chilled white wine for each of us and make a glamorous show of crossing your shapely legs as you sit down in a chair next to a side table, placing the bottle beside you. I grab a towel from a nearby pile that has yet to be put away and place it down beneath me before I sit down on one of your nearby dining chairs. I take a sip of wine.

"So" you say.

"So" I say "You actually seem rather happy."

"Yep. I'm finally free!"

I love your dazzling smile and start to say so, but instead I say, "Have you gone crazy on dating apps yet or what?"

"No. I made a profile but I haven't corresponded with anyone yet. I just browsed around. Really I've just been...' you giggle and trail off.

"I'm sorry.' I say. "I'm not trying to pry."

"Oh. Your'e not prying. I just don't know if I should go there..." You pause, sizing me up, then say "I don't know if you want me to really go there, ya' know? But I kinda think you do," you say.

I am a little surprised to see that in the time it took me to situate myself, you have drained your first glass and are already pouring yourself a second.

"I had a couple glasses earlier," you explain."But way before you got there. I felt perfectly sober enough to drive when you followed me over. But wow just one glass and it's like I haven't sobered up at all. I'm already tipsy again."

"That can happen," I say.

"All of that was just to explain that I know I shouldn't say what I was about to say but I'm just drunk enough to say it," you laugh.

What should I say to that? 'Whatever you tell me is just between you and me' nah, that sounds somehow creepy. My mind casts around for a response and I finally say.

"If you feel like saying something, I am definitely here to listen."

"I was gonna say," you pause and look at me and then back at your glass of wine and take another sip. Then you just blurt it out without meeting my eyes. "I have just been using my vibrator and imagining all the things I've always wanted you to do to me! Oh my god. I can't believe I said it!" You're blushing now and continue to look down at your glass or your feet, then eventually you look at me expectantly as you take another sip of wine and wait for my reaction.

The only thing that's surprising to me about this is that you have actually said it! You and I have been flirting off and on now for twenty years. Although things have cooled off considerably in recent years while you dated and eventually got married to a man even older than I am.

I could hardly sleep last night but in my dreams I had imagined this visit ending in me telling you every dirty naughty thought I have ever had about you. And us together, naked and pressed against each other.

So how am I gonna handle this? Should I tell you everything that has been pent up now for twenty years. It would be a great weight off my chest.

"Would it surprise you to hear that I fantasize about you all the time?' I ask.

'No Navy. It would not,' you say, smiling encouragingly..

"Let's just say that things have slowed down between me and your sister. In fact, they are practically non-existent. So for the last few years, I have been leaning heavily into my fantasy life and you Lizzie, you have always been the number one star."

"Well at least we got that out there" you say.

"I have to admit I was hoping after today's visit I'd have more to fantasize about.

Heck, I knew there was no way I wouldn't."

"Ha. Me too!" you say.

"I've got an idea. Let's play a game. I'll tell you a fantasy I've had about you and if it's good and turns you on, then you take off an article of clothing. In fact, we could take turns. That way we can each um, you know, fill in some of the visual details of our fantasies."

"Ok' you say "but you have to start by taking off your shirt. After all, you were about to leave and I started it all off by confessing that I have been using my vibrator and fantasizing about you!"

I can't argue with that, so I reach down and pull up my t-shirt. I suck in my tummy at least a little and tighten everything up as well as possible as I pull it over my head. I'm in fairly good shape and so I feel confident that I am not going to disappoint you.

As I place my shirt on the back of the chair, I notice you uncross your legs and spread them just a little. My heart beats faster. Then I say "Ok first, I will confess that even if I start fantasizing about something else entirely. usually I can't finish. I'll be almost there, but not quite. In the end, I have to imagine you. I imagine my cock spilling a whole full two-day load into your shiny wet pussy and that puts me over the top every time!"

You laugh "Well that's very flattering, but I kinda wish there wasn't anyone else at all!"

I'm thinking you are actually offended and I'm preparing to defend myself but you stop me. "I'm just kidding! I know we barely see each other. And, yes, that scores you a point! I guess I should at least untie my shirt." So you undo the little knotted bow and your buttoned up shirt falls open revealing a black lacy bra supporting your gorgeous c-cup titties.

"Ok. You say. Sometimes I used to imagine you'd sneak into my bed and spoon me from behind when my husband was out of town."

"Just spoon you?"

"Well, sometimes if I'm sleepy, it's comforting for me to think of you there. Other times it goes a bit further."

"Alright, you scored too." I say bending down and pulling off one shoe.

"One shoe?" you laugh.

"You already took my shirt before we even got going," I say but in truth I can't wait for us both to be completely naked so I go ahead and remove the other shoe and both of my socks which I stuff into the shoes and put under the chair I have been sitting in.

"Oh now that was generous," you say. Sipping on your wine and looking at me expectantly.

"Ok, now I'm gonna go chronologically. I think of this one especially when I see pics of you on our Fire TV screensaver from that first roadtrip I took with your family after your sister had just moved in with me. You were just, what 19? and you were wearing those cute nerdy pink glasses almost the whole trip. I imagine you were still a virgin but I could tell that you did not want to be. And you came up to me when I went to the laundry room at that campground, remember?

"I remember," you say.

"And you scared me a little, so I jumped but then you came close to me and whispered that you were "ready." And, of course, I pretended to not know what you meant and we just eventually walked back together to the cabins.

But I think about that all the time and when I fantasize about it instead of acting dull, I take you somewhere private and I kiss you and pull your shirt and bra down and kiss and bite your gorgeous perky nipples and then I unzip your jeans and first rub your pussy through your panties and then pull them down and eat you out until you cum and usually while I'm rubbing myself and thinking of being the very first one to lick your virgin pussy, and it glistening with eager wetness that's usually enough to make me cum.'

'Wow' you say. "That was like a 3 pointer!" You say leaning forward toward me and setting your glass of wine slowly down. You notice me looking straight down into your already unbuttoned shirt. into the valley between your slightly sweaty breasts. Then you gracefully do that complicated thing women do when you take off your bras without taking off your shirt, somehow sliding the straps around and underneath the sleeves. You peel your bra away and drop it on the floor but still

manage to keep your bosom covered with the other hand and arm.

'Are you ready?' you ask.

I nod my head, in slight disbelief that this is actually happening. Then you take your arm and hand away and let them fall free. They hang there, confident and glorious, just like I've seen a thousand times in my dreams, yet different, the nipples are more angled up than I imagined and this makes them even more wonderful. In that moment I can't think what to say, and what comes out is "Oh, Lizzie!".

"I remember that trip," you say, while pinching one of your nipples, which causes me to grow a little harder. "Our cabins shared a wall, remember, and every night I could hear you with my sister. Every night I was amazed at how much fun she seemed to be having! It sounded like she would cum like 5 or 6 times, every time you did it!"

"She always has cum rather easily," I say.

"Shut up!" you say, "This is about me!" and then you playfully hit me on the arm.

"Every night, I tried to be sure to be laying there in bed as close as possible. And every time you fucked her, I touched myself and I imagined you on top of me, and me making similar sounds but much more quietly and sexier than my sister. And, then I'd imagine pushing you down and getting on top of you and riding your cock. And that's what I would be thinking about when I finally heard you groan at the end. And, you are right I was still a virgin but I already had my first dildo and I was using it because my pussy was aching to be filled and I wanted you to fill it.'

"Oh wow!" I say. "With that speech, I've got more fantasy material to work with than I ever hoped for!" I realize that my hand has found its way down to my cock which by now is pushing past my underwear on one side, making the elastic rub uncomfortably against the top of my girthy shaft. I look down to make an adjustment and when I look back up I see you staring at me intensely. Your eyes are the same shape but a noticeably different color than your sister's.

You raise one eyebrow expectantly and I realize I am supposed to take off another piece of clothing. So I stand up and move my hands up to my belt, looking you directly in the eye as I tug the end past the belt tongue which I then slide it out of the hole and then pull the belt through all the loops with one quick tug and let it drop to the floor.

My jeans fall down a little with the belt and for a second I think they are gonna fall all the way off but they eventually they settle lower on my hips. I am suddenly very glad I have been staying in shape.

My flattering thought rule suddenly kicks in. I was thinking how lovely and sexy you look with no bra, wearing an open button down shirt in the soft light streaming through the big windows, your hair tied up in a practical ponytail. And so I tell you.

"You look so beautiful right now. Can I take a picture of you?"

"Sure" you say "But that counts as my turn."

So I grab my phone and you stand there coquettishly as I take first a far away pic and then zoom in to catch a close up of just your face then just your breasts with the slight sheen of sweat and hardened surprisingly upwardly pointed perky nipples just begging to be touched and teased. I step closer to you and start to direct you a little.

"Lean forward just a bit so I can catch the way they hang so perfectly.'

You do as I ask and I push the shutter button and then quickly look at the pics I've taken so far.

"Can I get a little closer?" I ask but before I can take a step you have moved close to me so that I am looking straight down at you. I can smell your hair. It is all I can do to keep from reaching out and touching you.

"You know" I say "I could send you these. I hear these kinds of pics are helpful for online dating these days."

You laugh. "Don't try to distract me. You owe me those jeans."

"Why don't you help me with them?" I say.

"You know if we start touching each other we are not going to be able to stop. Are you sure about this?"

"Can we keep it secret?" I ask.

"Definitely. I don't want you and my sister to split up. I don't want your kids to go through that."

"Fuck it. I can't fight it."

You reach down and unsnap my jeans which fall to my ankles. Then your hot little hands start rubbing my cock through my underwear. I take in a giant breath and try to hold it but an involuntary moan escapes me. I lean down and pick you up and carry you past the couch and to the island in the kitchen. I set you down on the island and we start to kiss. Wet and deep, then I move down to your neck, fondling one breast and breathing in your scent as you tug my underwear off and my dick pops out like a coiled spring. I can already feel pre-cum oozing out the tip of the swollen throbbing head.

Then you are pushing your cutoffs and panties down at the same time. I help you, revealing your musky cunt. Your clit is swollen and peaking happily out beyond your tightly trimmed reddish brown pubic hair.

I bend down and lick you right in the middle of your gleaming wetness. But you pull my head up by the hair.

"I know you like going down," you say. "But I want you in me now!"

And you grab my cock again and push your pelvis up toward my rock hard shaft. The mushroom shaped tip is swollen and throbbing. But even as thick as it is it is still also spongy and a little pliable. Your pussy is so wet and welcoming that I slide deep inside you with no problem at all.

And even though you are already slippery and wet as I push inside you, I still feel you shudder and a simultaneous sudden gush of wet warm pussy juice drowning my stiff cock and dripping out onto my balls..

We stay there for a moment, with your clit pushed up against me. You are holding me tight and seem to want me to just stay there so I stay in place a little while longer then look up into your eyes. You are breathing quickly and smiling your gorgeous, mischievous slightly gap toothed smile, like the winner of some contest.

"Did you cum already?"I ask you.

You nod and say "That's never happened before."

We both laugh. I look sweetly, lovingly into your eyes as you look back into mine.

Then kiss you passionately again.

"Now fuck me!" you say "God you don't know how long I've wanted this! Or I guess maybe now you do" you say.

So I start moving inside you as you hold on to my neck. I look down and watch your perfect tits rocking back and forth as my cock works in and out and we both feel wave after wave of erotic pleasure.

After we get a rhythm you start to groan and then you say "Got any more fantasies about me? just because you are already fucking me doesn't mean you get to stop seducing me."

"Oh. I do have more," I say. There's something not exactly comfortable about our angle so I say "Let's break in that new bed of yours and I'll keep telling you about all the things I think about."

So I slip out and pick you up again and carry you quickly to your bed. I lay you down and you grab a pillow and put it under your ass. I can't help but lick your twat once on my way into position. But as soon as my pulsing erection is near your hole you grab it and slide it in again.

We soon find our rhythm again and as we get going I reach mentally into the very top of my fantasy chest and confess to you all sorts of things in a gushing stream of consciousness.

I tell you about the dream I still remember and still think about where you were laying tile on the floor of your kitchen when you first bought your house and your sister asked me to run by with a tool or something and help your out and as I sat down you said 'this is what I wanted to show you' and you pointed to some mortar or something that was sticking up above the tile and it had dried but I couldn't help looking instead at the tight fabric of your shorts clinging to your twat, making a cameltoe with little red hairs peeking out just a little. 'Are you sure you don't want to show me that? I said indicating your sex. There was just a little dab of wetness now showing through your panties. (This was a dream so the shorts had turned magically to panties.) And I woke up just then and was so rock hard that I grabbed my cock and rubbed it furiously until I blew my load all over myself.

I tell you how sometimes I think of the same situation but when I arrive you are wearing sexy black lingerie, crotchless, flashing me your brownish red bush and steamy cunt. 'I hope you don't mind' you say. 'I dress like this when I think of you.'