(MMMF consensual, anal, light restraint / bondage. spanking, exhibitionism)
My beautiful young sister-in-law agrees to be my sex slave for a day while I help her explore her sexual fantasies and turn them into reality.
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She was young, sweet, blonde, and very sexy in that seemingly innocent, "girl next door that gives you wet dreams throughout puberty" sort of way. She was also my sister-in-law. How then did I get to explore her wild side and turn some of my greatest fantasies into reality – read on?
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It started innocently enough on one of the first warm Spring evenings last year. We were in the kitchen at my house while our respective spouses were out on the deck. We'd all enjoyed a great steak fresh off the BBQ, washed down with plenty of good Chilean Merlot.
She was wearing one of those low cut tops that revealed glimpses of her boobs from several angles. Just enough to tantalize really, and to keep you glancing back hopefully. She had great boobs too. After three kids she'd felt they needed a bit of work and had persuaded her hubby to shell out for it. Gilding the Lilly if you want my opinion. Now at least a generous C cup they were arresting, especially when she bent over to add plates to the dishwasher. I was transfixed!
And then she looked up and caught me – deer in the headlights all right! She smiled slightly, looked away, and didn't say anything. But I could tell by the pink flush that spread around her cheeks and the little bumps that suddenly appeared at the peak of each breast that she was not too upset.
She went back out for more dirty dishes while I made a mess of loading the cutlery into that annoying little plastic basket and tried desperately to compose myself.
She was back after what seemed like just a few moments, and to my delight and astonishment she first looked me square in the eye and then, ever so slowly, bent over to load up the glasses. She took her time, while I just gazed in wonder at how much of those firm boobs were now on display. From the looks of things she'd even undone another button to give me a better view! Her boobs jiggled enticingly as she carefully loaded in one glass after another. I could hardly breathe.
She glanced up at me and said something. "W what?" I stammered.
"I asked if you thought they were worth it?" she said smiling, still bending low over the dishwasher, but looking straight at me.
I struggled to tear my eyes away long enough to reply, but it was a battle I was not really interested in winning. "I thought they were pretty much perfect before you had the work done, but yes, from what I can see it was worth every penny! Normally I am an eyes, guy, followed by legs and ass. But you could convert me single-handedly," I said and smiled back at her. Double-handedly, I was thinking. And tongue-tinglingly!
She smiled. "Who knows," she said quietly. "Maybe you will find out when we get to the beach in a few weeks." And as quickly as that the moment passed and she was back out for more dishes.
My heart was pounding, and I had to sneak off to the bathroom and take a moment to compose myself. My wife would not be impressed if I reappeared red-faced and with a bulge in my pants. Then back out for more wine and banter.
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The next few weeks passed in a flurry of fantasies, each more graphic than the next. Every year my wife and I joined her extended family, all four generations of them, gathered at a luxurious beachfront rental right on the dunes along the Jersey shore. It had everything – a full home theater, small pool, views over the ocean at sunset, and of course ... Sally!
That was my one chance each year to stare (hopefully not too obviously) at her in a bikini. I was an avid photographer, and the family was pretty much used to my wandering about snapping at anything that caught my eye with my latest love – a Canon 40D. And she was often the focus of my snaps. I had to be careful not to be too obvious, so I also shot her hubby and everyone else. But most years I would get a couple of new photos for my personal enjoyment. Sally in a skimpy wet bikini with just a hint of camel toe. Sally's nips pressing through her suit. I had a very nice personal Sally collection, and spent many hours lovingly browsing through it. Once I even projected them through the LCD projector at work - supersized more than just the photos, I can assure you!
Most of our week at the beach pretty much as usual. We'd all scatter in family groups each day, and only really saw each other at breakfast and dinner. For the last full day the other guys had signed up to go fishing pretty far offshore. That's not really my idea of a good time, so I'd passed. They'd be up at dawn and not back until late. The ladies had all opted for a day's shopping at a distant outlet, which would give me the day to myself. I was planning to spend some time sorting through my recent photos on my laptop. The trouble with digital photography, as I'm sure you've learnt the hard way yourself, is that it's all too easy to take huge numbers of images, but almost impossible to find the time to then go through them and cull the bad ones, correct those worth saving (I never understood Photoshop, but I've grown to love Lightroom), and then catalog them ready for printing, display in a digital photo frame, or just plain old storage.
By 9:30 am I was alone, seated at the dining table with my laptop, camera, and my notebook that I used to log my photo sessions. I was deeply engrossed in my task, so I almost jumped when I sensed more than heard someone beside me. I glanced up, and my heart froze. It was Sally, dressed only in a skimpy bikini and light cover-up.
"I thought you were part of the shop till you drop trip today," I said as soon as I could regain at least part of my composure.
"I had a headache earlier that I thought might develop into a migraine," she said, "but it seems to have gone away."
Could it be, I wondered? Was this her excuse to give us an undisturbed day together? Hope springs eternal!
She leant over me a little. "What are you up to?" she asked, peering at my laptop.
I told her about my plans for a day of photo fixing fun. "But I'd rather spend time with you of course," I added quickly. She'd looked a little crestfallen at my initial response, but that brightened her up immediately.
"I'd love to see some," she said, and leant in further. I was in heaven - she was pressed so close we were almost touching, and all that separated me from those marvelous tits was her bikini and cover-up. I tried, really I tried. But I just couldn't stop myself from staring at her boobs now they were so close and at eye level.
She watched me thoughtfully for a moment, and then without a word she slipped off her cover-up and turned to face me – her magnificent boobs were now staring right back at me. That was more than I could stand - I leaned forwards to close that tiny gap, and very gently kissed her right at the top of her cleavage. I followed it with several more kisses, each a little firmer and planted more daringly on her boobs. Her hands come to rest gently on my shoulders, and I knew today was going to be one I would remember for the rest of my life!
I paused, and glanced up at her. Her eyes were shut, and her expression was somewhere between lust and love. Emboldened, I returned to the objects of my immediate desire, my kisses ranging from her throat to her collar bone, and finally centering on her breasts. I extended my tongue and slide it down the inner curve of her left breast until I hit her bikini, then over and back up the slope of the other. Also I reached out and gently rested my hands low on her waist, just grazing the top her gorgeous ass.
We stayed like that for several moments before she drew away very slightly, looked into my eyes and said: "I thought I was going to have to invent an excuse like 'would you rub lotion on my back?' or something." That smile again. "Delighted to be so wrong in this instance," she murmured.
I kept my eyes locked on hers as I started to slowly caress her hips, moving ever so slowly down until I hit the top of her bikini. Then I slid my thumbs under the flimsy fabric and very gently, working back and forth, I started to ease her bikini off her hips and down towards first her ass and finally her legs.
She closed her eyes and leaned in fully against me so that I could feel the hard tips of her erect nipples pressing against my face and smell the fresh clean scent of her shampoo. I eased the bikini all the way down towards her knees, gave it a hopeful push and, to my delight, it fell the rest of the way. Without releasing me from her caress she stepped out of it and kicked it away across the floor.
Starting just above the back of her knees I very slowly traced my hands up the curve of her thighs to her butt. Once there I started to softly knead each cheek, moving first up her butt, and then slowly down, all the while peppering her boobs with small kisses. I was absorbed by that for several minutes, but then I could no longer resist and I slipped my left hand down the crack of her ass and in between her legs from behind.
Sally continued to lean into me, breathing increasingly heavily. When my adventurous fingers first made contact with her wet and engorged lips she jerked slightly as if jolted by a small electric shock, and then she pulled me even more tightly into her. I moved my right hand to her belly, and then slowly down through her light and closely trimmed bush to her naked lips. , and then slid my fingers all the way into her.
Fantastic, I thrilled to myself, she's shaved to just a landing strip down there! I'm from the generation where that is still a rarity, but she was a lot younger and apparently preferred things that way. I just love the sensation of bare lips against my fingers and especially my tongue when I get to work down there.
I gently eased her back until her butt rested against the dining table, then slid off my chair and unfastened her bikini top to release her magnificent breasts. Her very tan body contrasted perfectly with the bright white of her boobs and belly, highlighting all of the areas that were my focus right now. I slid my tongue down to her left nipple, suckled on it for a few seconds, and then slowly sucked as much of her breast as I could into my mouth.
