I had a big response to my Sex With My Sister-in-law Samantha stories, part one and part two, surprisingly eclipsing my Escalator Stripped My Mother-in-law Naked and Mother-in-law's Accidental Nudity stories, and coming in second only to my Kissing Cousin story. Yet, I had a few critics, who believe that sex between a brother-in-law, sister-in-law, father-in-law, and mother-in-law is not incest and they pontificated their point that incest is only sex with a blood relative by giving me zero scores. Okay, I concede, that incest is sex only between blood relatives. Now, for sure, I'll receive an e-mail from Rajar in India telling me that sex with friends of his family is considered incest in his country because they all live in the same house and are all part of the same household. I cannot win.
Nonetheless, the category where I posted the stories is called Incest and Taboo, keeping it all in the family. Surely, even those who question whether sex between a brother-in-law, sister-in-law, father-in-law, and mother-in-law is incest would surely agree that it is taboo or not acceptable behavior to have sex between in-laws. I mean, it is one thing to cheat on your spouse but worse when you cheat on your spouse with a family member, especially when you see that family member on a regular basis. Having sex with a family member, albeit even if it is an in-law, makes it rather uncomfortable during the holidays, especially around Thanksgiving and Christmas.
Oh, yeah, if you are going down the taboo road of having sex with your sister-in-law, brother-in-law, mother-in-law or father-in-law, you had better buckle up because the road will get bumpy when the wife or husband finds out about the affair.
"Who wants the thigh and who wants the breast?" My wife asked everyone gathered around the Thanksgiving Day table with a smile. "My husband, the dirty bastard that he is, has had both, already" she said holding the carving knife with white knuckles while glaring at her sister-in-law, Samantha.
"Honey," I said, wrestling the knife away from her, "why don't I carve the bird."
"I heard you received your Christmas gift already in the back seat of the car and it is one that you cannot return," she said to me the following month while glaring at her sister-in-law. I could not believe she found out about the generous gift of a Christmas blow job I had received from Samantha.
Yeah, having sex with relatives, especially around the holidays, generally tends to get in the way of the important things in life like drinking beer, watching football, and having a good time.
"Who wants another beer? The game is about to start. Now, this is what life is all about."
Samantha, my brother-in-law's wife and I enjoyed a seven year sexual relationship. Although it is true she died of breast cancer at only 35-years-old, we had lots of good times and memories before the bad times. Some of the best memories I have of her was when we were flirting with one another with a lot of touching and feeling and hugging before we actually started having sex.
Whenever we were together the innuendoes that flew out between us fueled our lustful desire for one another. I remember always looking forward to seeing her because she made me hot with her looks and with her conversation. The sexual tension between us was a real turn on whenever we were together, even if there were lots of people in the room. She always aroused me. Continually, I was always walking around with an erection whenever I was near her. She was so drop dead gorgeous. Then, at night, I'd make my pillow her lips dreaming about kissing her, making love to her, about seeing her naked, and about her blowing me.
We always had an in-the-ground pool and every summer, we used any warm night as an excuse to get drunk and then take a dip in the pool. It was not long before someone had the idea to skinny dip. Okay, it was my idea. After that night, it was a rule that no one was allowed in the pool with a bathing suit. Okay, it was my pool so I made the rules. Actually, there are always exceptions to rules and both grandma and grandpa did not have to adhere to any such rules but grandpa was more than happy to follow the rules by removing his bathing suit while still in the house and walking through the kitchen and out to the pool naked.
"Everyone cover your eyes. Grandpa is about to go for a swim."
It was dark and private in our backyard and the neighbors could not see over the high fence and tall trees that surrounded the property. Yet, towards the end of the evening when everyone was getting out of the pool naked to dry off, some drunk, always turned on the overhead flood light. Okay, I admit it, it was me. We all got pretty good looks at one another. We usually had a gathering of six or eight couples of relatives and friends.
That was not the first time that I saw Samantha naked. The first time I saw Samantha naked was the time we went to the beach and we changed out of our wet bathing suits into our clothes in the car. That was a hot day when I saw her tits and shaved pussy and she saw me trying to hide my growing erection. Even though I was aroused by being with her in the car naked, I was embarrassed that she saw that I was aroused and that she gave me an erection. My obvious erection ruined my coy coolness and made it obvious that I was sexually attracted to her.
Yet, the first time that I saw my other sister-in-law, Angela, naked was one hot summer night in the backyard in the pool. Samantha, had small tits, an A cup but they were very nicely shaped and she had big, pink nipples that really popped out whenever she was excited or cold. My other sister-in-law, Angela, was my brother's wife. I had always hoped to see her tits because she had huge tits. I figured they were a D cup but my brother told me that they were double D cup. They were massive and she always showed plenty of cleavage with everything she wore.
She had the kind of tits that you could not stop staring at, like Pamela Anderson's tits. You have to feel bad for women who have big tits like that because guys like us never give them a break. We talk to their tits, stare at their tits, and lust over their tits. To further arouse the situation, she had those huge nipples that always made a permanent impression in everything she wore, even if she was wearing a puffy goose down coat, her nipples were showing through. Busty women are better off just to remove their tops, rub their tits all over our bodies, allow us to feel their boobs and suck their nipples, then all of us could go on with our lives. "Please?"
"Hi, you must be the new receptionist. My name is Freddie. I could not help but notice your big tits."
"Hi, I'm Sheila and yes, I am aware of the office policy."
Sheila looked down at her tits and back up at me. She removed her blouse, unhooked her bra, and stepped forward to rub her tits all over my body allowing me to feel her boobs and suck on her nipples. Then, when I was finished, she got dressed and I never lusted over her, again. See? You busty ladies must try this. The next time a guy talks to your tits, stares at your boobs or lust over your knockers, remove your top, take off your bra, and rub your breasts all over the poor man. Allow him to feel and caress your jugs and let him suck your big nipples. Then, you can finally have a meaningful conversation.
Debbie had no success getting his attention. He never heard a word she said. He just sat there staring at her huge tits. Finally, she stood up, removed her blouse, unhooked her bra, and allowed him to have fun with her fun bags. Then, she got dressed and he was very attentive to her, finally, listening to everything she said.
"The reason I am here Reverend is to ask you about the church service for my Dad's funeral."
Seriously, you busty women need to take a stand. You need to take control of the situation. I implore you to start a movement, a mammary gland movement. From now on, do not be embarrassed when a guy stares at your big tits. Instead, accept his adoration of your breasts as a compliment and, as you would show off your new dress or shoes, allow him to have a look and feel of your breasts. If all women would go around topless, we would not have the breast fixation that we have in this country. Look at the African women; you don't see those guys staring at their tits. I think that I am on to something here. Let's start a mammary appreciation movement. "Please?"
Then, when busty women wear anything provocative, like a bikini, man it is impossible to control yourself from not getting an erection. I love staring at my sister-in-law Angela's tits whenever we played volleyball in the pool. Her tits would be bouncing all over the place while I'd be thinking, pop those puppies out of the cups and let me see those twins but she had tightly tied her bikini top around her, one strap around her neck and the other strap around her back. Double tied bikinis should be outlawed.
Angela at barely 5' tall was a short as Samantha was tall. It was nearly impossible to see Angela's tits in the pool because the water came up to her chin, where as, Samantha, because she was 5'9" was always exposed
Then, when my drunken brother turned the lights on, as his wife was getting out of the pool, we all got a great view of Angela's naked body. Barely 100 pounds with these huge tits and shapely ass, she had a very cute body. She had these dark brown nipples with areolas the size of small saucers. They were the biggest areolas that I had ever seen with a neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair. It was exciting to see her naked. I jerked off the memory of her that night for a few months. Then, later, when I was watching their kids while they went to the dealership to pick up their new car, I checked out their computer.
Sure enough, my pervert brother had all kinds of photos of Angela in all forms of undress. I downloaded them to my portable memory stick that I carry on my keychain for such emergencies. Hey, I was being helpful. If ever there was a fire, now, he would not lose his cherished photos of Angela naked because I would have saved them for him off premises, in my house, specifically in my bedroom with my pants down around my ankles.
He had photos of her in her underwear and in a short skirt with her legs opened showing some nice white panty. He had down blouse photos of her when she was in her nightgown at the computer. And he had dozens of photos of her nude, in the bedroom, in the shower, vacuuming, and even a couple of her giving him a blow job while he played with her big tits with one hand and photographed her with the other. Apparently, she enjoyed the candid photographic attention because she was a willing participant and smiling in every photo.
Still, although she did not have as hot of a body as her sister-in-law Angela, my sister-in-law Samantha was much prettier, had a better sense of humor, and we just connected. Plus the fact that I was getting it on with Samantha and not Angela definitely moved Samantha higher up on the hot sister-in-law scale. Nonetheless, I always wondered what it would be like to have Angela's big bodacious boobs in my hands and in my mouth.
I figured one day, if she was drunk enough and if we were both in the pool alone, I'd go for it. Sure enough, towards the end of that summer, we were having a heat wave and the only way to stay cool was to never leave the air conditioning or to jump in the pool. After a while, you just get tired of air conditioning, so we found ourselves opting for the pool and, of course, the alcohol. Without doubt, going in the pool and drinking go hand and hand, so every time I made Angela a drink, I made hers a double.
Being so small, it did not take long for her to be blitz. We were all blitz, but I was focused on removing Angela's bikini top, which was easy to do. First, I untied the tie that tied around her back in the pool and she did not even know it was untied. Then, I untied the part around her neck and watched as her top floated away. Quickly, I grabbed it without anyone seeing and through in up on the deck.
