One Day with Sister-in-Law

The driver couldn't hear our whispered conversation, but he made a subtle gesture, signaling that he was waiting for our decision. I responded with an okay sign, indicating that we had made up our minds.

Driver asked again, "Have you decided yet?"

I replied, "Yes, we'll do it."

To Kylie's dismay, the driver added, "Then fuck your girlfriend in the car."

Kylie was taken aback, as she had only thought a kiss would suffice.

She pleaded, "Please, don't do that."

The driver, however, insisted, "Then how would I see you naked?"

Trying to take control of the situation, I told Kylie, "Wait, I am talking."

I led the driver a few steps away, ensuring that Kylie wouldn't overhear our conversation.

I confronted the driver, my anger boiling over, "Hey, what the fuck, man!?"

The driver smirked, unapologetic, "You never told me. Your girlfriend is so hot. Let me touch her once again."

I clenched my fists, trying to control my rage, "You grabbed her boob. I didn't say anything. Utter one more word, and I'll make sure you regret it, you piece of shit."

The driver attempted to defuse the tension, "Calm down, man. Just give me the money, I am good to go."

I glared at him, "Yeah, you have done your part, I'll manage the rest. Now drop us home."

*********

After dropping Kylie off at her house, she seemed visibly shaken by the disturbing events that had unfolded. I settled the payment with the driver, ensuring he left without further trouble.

Kylie sat on the couch, clearly disturbed and trying to process everything that had happened. Concerned for her, I went to the kitchen and returned with a glass of water, offering it to her.

She gratefully drank the water, her thirst evident. Even the simple act of watching her lips touching the glass made me so horny.

Kylie finally broke the silence, asking, "What happened back there? Why did the driver just let us go? He didn't even demand that we kiss."

I hesitated for a moment, then decided to tell her the truth, "Actually, I made him a different offer."

Kylie's anxiety grew, "What did you promise him?"

I replied, trying to alleviate her fears, "Remember when he asked me to... fuck... have sex with you"

Kylie nodded, her eyes filled with concern.

I continued, "I convinced him that I would take care of it, and he agreed to let us go."

She asked, her voice tinged with worry, "So, what did you end up giving him?"

I hesitated before answering, "He wanted us to make out and record a video, but with no sex involved. It seemed like a slightly better option at the time."

Kylie's face showed disbelief and concern, "Patrick, are you out of your mind? What if he decides to make that video public? It would have been safer if we just kissed in front of him."

I responded, trying to defend my actions, "Do you think I did all of this because... because I wanted to make out with you?"

She remained silent, neither confirming nor denying my implication that the driver was my man.

Attempting to convince her, I said, "It's up to you. If you believe that all of this was just a fake act, then I'll leave now. But consider this, what if the driver returns with the gangster while you, Vincent, and your child are asleep?"

Feigning departure, I headed toward the exit, pretending to leave her house.

"Patrick, wait," she called out, her voice full of concern.

I smirked to myself, satisfied that she hadn't let me go.

I turned to her, asking, "What?"

She hesitated before replying, "Okay. But what about the video?"

With confidence, I reassured her, "I have it all planned out. The video I will make will automatically delete after one watch. There's no way he can make it public."

Kylie seemed to relax a bit at that explanation.

"So when should we... I mean, Vincent will be back soon," I said, wanting her so desperately.

She responded, "You're right, but it just feels so wrong."

In an attempt to ease her worries, I moved closer and sat beside her, "Let me help."

She expressed her discomfort, saying, "I don't like it. I'm only doing this to protect my family."

Trying to comfort her, I replied, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked for another kiss. Although you are a good kisser, right now I don't want any of this either."

Acknowledging the gravity of the situation, she added, "It's a big problem."

I gently held her hand, trying to reassure her, "Let me help you ease into it, and remember, we won't be doing anything more than making out."

With her consent, I slowly moved her loose sleeves up, exposing her shoulders. Her arms were thick and sturdy near her shoulders.

It felt as if she was wearing a sleeveless dress.

Curiously, I asked, "Show me your pits."

She seemed puzzled, questioning, "But why?"

I responded, "To help you ease into it."

She hesitated, "But isn't making out just intense kissing?"

I rolled my eyes at her remark.

She quickly added, "Vincent told me that."

Dismissively, I said, "Vincent is an amateur."

Without further hesitation, she raised her arms up in the air, giving me access. I kissed and lightly licked one of her armpits, then pressed my lips against it.

I found her suppressing her moans.

I asked, "Feeling better now?"

She replied, "Kinda."

I reached down to her feet, carefully removing her sandals, and proceeded to sensually lick her thumbs. I could sense her excitement, though she was again trying to control it.

Concerned, she asked, "I don't have to undress completely for this, right?"

Reassuringly, I replied, "Don't worry, I have a camera trick in mind to fool him."

Curious, she inquired, "When are we actually turning on the camera?"

I said professionally, "Let's warm you up a bit first."

With a gentle touch, I lifted her dress just enough to rest on her thighs, revealing her legs through her knees. I planted soft kisses there, making her shiver with anticipation. As I began to move her dress further up, almost crossing half of her thighs, she stopped me by placing her hand on mine.

"Please don't undress me," she pleaded.

Assuring her, I said, "No need to worry, it's just a little revelation."

She hesitated but seemed to consider her options. Finally, she spoke up, "I'll go change into something sexy, so you won't need to undress me."

I nodded, eager to see what she had in mind.

She said, "I'll be back. Wait for me."

I couldn't help but feel triumphant as my perfect plan was unfolding just the way I wanted it to. I couldn't wait to indulge in the desires I had always harbored for her.

*********

She came back, dressed in a white v-neck top that revealed her deep line of cleavage. Her breasts seemed almost ready to burst out, and a glimpse of her pink bra was visible from beneath the top, leaving little to the imagination. At the bottom, she wore jeans shorts that showcased her thunderous thighs in all their glory. She looked incredibly tempting, and my excitement was hard to hide.

"Is this okay?" she asked nervously.

Trying to maintain composure, I replied, "Perfect. Yeah, that should keep him satisfied."

Feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation, I walked closer to her. I could see her visibly nervous, but I reassured her, "Let's go to the bedroom, where we can be more comfortable."

Kylie nodded.

As she moved towards her bedroom, I swiftly caught her hand, pulling her closer into a hungry kiss. Our lips locked with an intense hunger, and I savored the taste of her lips and the softness of her tongue.

Reluctantly, she pulled away, concern in her eyes as she questioned, "Patrick, what are you doing? Are you getting excited?"

I shook my head, concealing my true feelings.

Curiously, she asked, "Then why this sudden urgency?"

I responded, "Are you feeling entirely at ease?"

She hesitated, admitting, "No."

Seizing the opportunity, I prodded, "Well, if you don't perform convincingly in front of the camera, what then?"

Her worries seemed to waver, and she appeared to contemplate her options.

With a persuasive tone, I whispered, "Let's proceed inside."

We entered the bedroom, and I promptly removed my shoes and socks to get comfortable.

With a teasing smile, I said, "You begin. Let me see how at ease you are."

She seemed surprised at the request, "Me?"

But then she mustered the courage to lean in and give me a peck on the lips. And another one followed. The kisses grew longer, and I couldn't help but wonder if she was beginning to enjoy it too.

My hand instinctively moved down her back, inching towards her ample derriere, but she halted my advance.

Breaking the kiss, she asked, "Was that good?"

I replied, "A little more, please."

Although she possessed a curvaceous and substantial figure, I effortlessly lifted her, placing my hands on her hips, which were still confined by her shorts.

With a playful gesture, I gently tossed her onto the bed, causing her breasts to jiggle heavily.

My hand slowly traced down her thigh, though she knew she was safe within the confines of her jeans shorts. I gently rubbed the fabric, providing comfort while testing the boundaries of our intimate game.

I deftly circled the button of her shorts, teasingly toying with the idea of opening it. I opened the button.

She protested, "Patrick, no."

Despite her protest, I left the button undone and leaned in for another passionate kiss, wrapping my arms around her in a tight embrace.

She stopped me, her voice more assured, "I am fully comfortable now. Go ahead, turn on the camera."

I replied, "Okay."

I placed my phone on the nearby table, but instead of pressing the play button, I left it untouched. After all, it was all just a planned act to enjoy her body.

I moved closer to the bed, and she made a request, "Patrick, your shirt, remove it."

In a teasing tone, I responded, "Getting hot, are we?"

She chuckled, "No! It's acting like a rough barrier."

With a grin, I removed my shirt, revealing my hairy chest. My physique wasn't extremely muscular, but it wasn't thin either.

She said, "You have a pretty good chest. Don't take it the other way. Just a sister complimenting her brother."

I complimented back, "But your chest is so--."

She interrupted firmly, "Patrick."

Feeling a mix of surprise and excitement, I jumped back onto the bed. To my astonishment, she lunged at me, gripping my chest hair and sucking on my chest with a sense of assertiveness that I hadn't seen before. The combination of pleasure and a little pain from her tight grip made me let out a tiny exclamation, "Kylie!"

Unfazed, she urged me, "Be a man, Patrick."

Her confidence and eagerness spurred me on, and soon, she shifted her attention to my nipples. I couldn't quite comprehend how it happened, but the sensation of her licking on them felt incredible, taking my arousal to new heights

I gently detached her mouth from my chest, pulling her closer in a tight embrace, whispering, "Come here."

We resumed our hungry kisses, both exploring each other's lips with fervor. As our desire intensified, my hands moved towards her chest. Despite her bra and top, I could feel the softness and size of her tankers, and she didn't protest my touch.

I couldn't help but feel excited as I moved my hands towards the hem of her shirt, intending to lift it up.

However, she interrupted the moment, breaking the kiss to express her discomfort. "Patrick, no. Touch me anywhere you want from above. I don't want to show the pervert my assets."

As I felt the desire burning within me, I wanted to express my feelings to Kylie, "Your assets are so humongous. I wish you were my..."

Before I could finish my sentence, she filled in the blank, teasingly asking, "Wife?"

I nodded, acknowledging the depth of my desire for her.

But she gently redirected my thoughts, "You are a handsome man. You will get someone better with me. But don't go for someone like Rachel. Get someone with bigger things."

Feeling emboldened by the moment, I slid my hand under her top, teasingly remarking, "This big."

Her response was a soft moan, "Mmm. Yes. Something like this."

I pulled her top down, revealing her bra that struggled to contain her ample assets, enticing me with their allure.

I insisted, "Take them off. I can see you're enjoying it too."

Her eyes betrayed her, revealing the truth she didn't want to say out loud.

But she brought up the camera concern, "The video."

I reassured her, "This much is enough for that jerk. Let's close the video."

In a quick motion, I got up from the bed and pretended to close the non-existent video.

Curiosity getting the better of her, she said, "Show me the video. I want to see how I looked."

But the truth was, there was no video. I hadn't recorded anything.

Trying to divert her attention, I said, "Oh, it's not something you'd want to see."

Fueled with urgency, she leaped from the bed, her ample breasts bouncing heavily, and demanded, "Patrick, where's the video?"

I said dismissively, "Leave it."

She cleverly took off her top. She looked stunning in that pink bra, and a surge of desire washed over me. I wanted nothing more than to rip that bra apart and taste her soft breasts. But my attention was diverted when she snatched my phone from my hand. Panic set in as she searched through it, realizing there was no video.

"Where's the video?" she asked, her voice tinged with frustration and confusion.

"Oh, it must have gotten deleted," I replied, attempting to lie again.

Her expression changed, and a realization seemed to hit her. "Did you... did you not record the video, and I did everything for nothing?" she questioned, a mix of disbelief and anger in her eyes.

Then, suspicion crept into her mind, and she accused, "Did you just plan all of this?"

"No, you're getting it wrong," I tried to defend myself, but I knew there was no escaping the truth.

She scolded me, her voice filled with disbelief and anger, "I can't believe it, Patrick. You allowed another man to touch my breast. You deceived me, manipulating my emotions by making me believe my family was in danger."

I felt numb, the weight of my actions sinking in as she continued to express her disappointment.

"You should be ashamed of yourself," she continued, her voice trembling with emotion. "I trusted you, and you took advantage of that trust. I am like your sister. Would you ever do something like this to your sister?"

Inwardly, I knew the answer. Yes I would definitely do a lot of this to my sister is she looked like her, but I couldn't bring myself to say it out loud. My desires had clouded my judgment, and I had acted irresponsibly.

With a loud, angry scream, she demanded, "Get out of here! You are pathetic. I can't believe you would even think of doing something like this with me."

I was filled with shame and regret, but I still blurted out one last plea, "Please, don't tell Vincent."