This is a true story. The names have been changed but the facts have not. A sordid tale of sister and brother in laws.
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It was Christmas Eve, 1997. The entire family was at our house, kids, grandparents, my wife's brother and his wife and kids. We were all sitting in the kitchen laughing and drinking. We usually had a good time, and everyone went their own ways. This night was different though. My sister in law was drunk and kept looking at me, winking and even went as far as licking her lips once. I took it as the alcohol speaking and did not think much of it. I excused myself and went up to use the bathroom. I closed the door and started relieving myself. The door opened quietly, and she looked at my cock as I was peeing.
"Get out Jean! What the hell are you doing?" I whispered, hoping no was listening.
"I just wanted to see if your cock was how I imagined it was." Jean whispered.
"Just get out. This is wrong." I told her.
She left with a pouty look on her face.
I went down shortly after and found everyone as I had left them. I sat back down and joined back in. My oldest had been standing beside me at the counter and left to go hang out with his friends. Jean quickly took his place. Her thigh was right against me. She was pushing the boundary quick. She dropped a fork and bent over to grab it and slipped a note onto my leg.
"I want to blow you." The note simply said.
She stood back up and continued like nothing happened. Now she is not a stunning beauty, but rather a curvy gal with thick thighs, a nice plump ass and decent tits. She had short dark hair and always had great fingernails.
I stuffed the note in my pocket and took a drink of my Jack. And then another and another.
20 minutes later I found my hand massaging her calf running it up as high as I could without being seen. She leaned against the counter and I was able to run my hand to her crotch. She was quite warm.
I wondered what she looked like nude. Was she hairy or shaved? What did her ass look like? What did her tits look like? No doubt I was aroused. The rest of the night was rather uneventful other than some hidden petting.
Everyone got coats on and departed for the evening. With the kids gone and me being teased, I was quite horny. My wife and I fucked, and she got off before I came. She is usually not interested but tonight she was. It was kind of nice. I fell asleep and woke the next morning slightly hung over, but I knew everyone was coming back around noon. I was in the kitchen prepping some snacks. My phone buzzed. Not anything unusual, I was always getting work texts.
I opened the text. It was from Jean. "Sorry about last night, I was drunk."
OK, good. Problem solved. I apologized also for my behavior and I thought that was it.
20 minutes later, I get another from her. "I still want to blow that cock of yours. And I am sober now. You want me to suck your cock?"
What the hell is with her. She can't be serious. I called her bluff.
"I am headed to the store in 20 minutes. Meet me behind the grocery store by the trees."
I left about 30 minutes later, grabbed the groceries I needed and drove behind the building. There she was sitting in her SUV.
I pulled up to her and jumped in her car.
"I didn't think you were coming. I was getting a little worried you left me hanging." Jean said.
"Did you get laid last night when you got home? You were pretty warm."
Jean laughed. "I was soaked. My panties needed ringing out. And no, I didn't get laid. He fell asleep the minute he got into bed."
