(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!
