The fourth of my sisters-in-law is Diana, probably the oldest but by no means the least attractive or horny. She had recently been through a hard time personally, suffering breast cancer and having to go through a mastectomy. This obviously affected her self-confidence a little but she was supported by her family and friends and got through it all and eventually started to smile again.
She was always friendly and out-going, and when I first started dating my wife, she would in hindsight, perhaps be a little too friendly! Having said that, she never outwardly indicated that there could be anything more than just a closer friendship but her hand lingered a little too long, she always kissed me on the lips rather than the cheek and pulled a little bit closer for any "Hello" or "Goodbye" hugs. I remember once actually cupping her tits and saying something about them being quite nice, although she didn't make anything of it and I'm sure neither her husband nor my wife saw what I did, but I'm sure she always had the faintest outline of a plan in her mind.
We didn't see Diana and her husband Gary as often as we might because they had their own lives and family and didn't have parties or visit us regularly. On the odd occasion we did meet, Diana would sometimes whisper things to me that were a little more suggestive, like "You're a handsome chap and if I was younger ..." or "If I wasn't married to Gary, I'd quite fancy you ..." As these remarks were usually after Diana had had a couple of glasses of wine or something stronger, I didn't take too much notice although I was enjoying the fact she could find me attractive.
When Gary reached a milestone birthday, they went off to spend a week in a log cabin in the country and invited all the family to go down and spend a few days with them. It was probably a logistical nightmare trying to fit so many people in for the days they said they would be there but it seemed to go according to plan - at least when we went for the weekend, we didn't have to sleep in the car or with 6 others in a twin room!
The weather that weekend was good, warm enough to get out and about, wandering around local market towns and tourist traps, so we spent a lot of time doing just that and of course, stopping off in one or two pubs for a beer. When we returned to the cabin, there was still a lot to occupy everyone, the highlight being the 2 hot tubs on the back patio. The patio itself was open to the forest at the rear and the other cabins on either side didn't overlook so our privacy was ensured.
After a day spent wandering around the local area, we returned to the cabin and some of us, mainly the younger kids, decided to get into the hot tubs and chill out. My wife was in amongst them and eventually I joined her, suitably attired with swim shorts rather than Speedos (not that I possess such snug fitting items - I'm not exactly equipped to fill them out as much as I would like!) and we chatted to the other adults whilst the kids ran from one tub to the other, jumping in and out and generally splashing about as kids do. Diana came out of the cabin with a towel wrapped round her and underneath I could make out a black one-piece swimsuit. She dropped the towel at the edge of the tub and climbed in. Being a gentleman of course, I reached my hand up to help steady her although I averted my eyes so I didn't see anything I shouldn't, however much it was an accident.
I did notice the end of a scar at the top of the swimsuit, an obvious result of her recent problems, and of course that part of the suit was flatter where it would normally be filled with the roundness of a breast. Diana slipped into the seat next to me and joined the conversation, pausing only to adjust her position and the swimsuit so she was more comfortable.
When she settled, her hand was resting on my thigh, whether by "accident" or design, and not so anyone else would notice because of the continuous bubbling of the tub. Diana carried on the conversation as if nothing was wrong and gradually started to stroke my thigh higher and higher, eventually causing me some discomfort in my shorts as my cock started to thicken and grow longer and harder. I fidgeted in my seat to try to accommodate the size of my erection and when I sat down again, Diana's hand was now firmly in my groin, rubbing against my prick.
It was all I could do not to show any sign of what might be going on under the water as Diana continued to rub against my hard cock. I'm sure the others had noticed and didn't want to draw any attention to it, so I played dumb as much as I could. Then my wife and a couple of others declared that they were getting cold and were going inside to dry off and get dressed. I knew if I stood up with them, they would all see my erection tenting against my shorts, so I said I would follow in a few minutes.
Once they were safely inside, I turned to Diana and asked if she had enjoyed feeling me up.
"Why wouldn't I?" she replied, "I just want some of your cock. I want you to make love to me and make me feel like a real woman again."
Then she spilled out everything about the recent past, how her cancer had spelt the end of any sexual relationship with her husband, how having lost a breast made her feel less than a woman, how she needed to feel wanted and special, even if it meant having a lover take care of her rather than her husband.
"I've talked to Gary about it," she said, "and we both think it better to have someone from the family rather than a stranger. You are the obvious choice, you're younger, attractive and as I know now, have a decent sized cock that I would love to suck and fuck."
I'd never heard Diana talk like that before - in fact I'd never heard her swear other than the occasional "bloody" or "shit"! I can't deny she wasn't turning me on a little bit and my cock was still twitching in my shorts even though she'd stopped stroking me.
"Erm ..." I stammered, "I'm flattered and I do think you're still attractive. I do occasionally fantasise about you, especially after we've left you and the feel of one of your special hugs is still on my mind. I would even admit to having masturbated with images of you in my head, sucking my cock, letting me slide it into your wet pussy."
As I said that, I slid my hand along her thigh up to the top, rubbing my finger against her slit. Diana opened her legs a little wider and pulled the material of her swimsuit away from her cunt. The mat of dark brown hair was clearly visible and her pink cunt lips poked out beneath. I slid a finger inside her and rubbed her clit with my thumb.
She moaned quietly. "That feels so good, don't stop."
