One Day with Sister-in-Law

Nice to meet you, my name is Patrick Hard.

During my last visit with my sister-in-law, I spent a fun and exciting time with Kylie Moaner, which was quite hot.

Yes, I mean Kylie, the thicker one who has more curves than a-like Kylie Jenner and a little meat on her arms, thighs, and tummy too.

It's been a couple of months since I last visited her, and although she promised to meet again, she hasn't been responding to my texts properly. It's as if nothing ever happened.

But one day, I felt my luck was about to change.

One evening, my best friend, who is practically my brother, Vincent called.

I answered the phone 'Hey, this is Vincent. How are you doing?'

He said 'Good. Good.'

I was somehow anxious if Kylie had told him anything regarding our meeting.

Vincent said, 'You know what, I need to talk to you about some work bro! Can you come over now?'

I was taken aback for a minute since I had doubts and then said, 'Fine. I will reach there in an hour.'

I finished my phone call and began packing for a trip to Kylie's place.

When I arrived, her five-year-old son opened the door, "Uncle Pat!"

I tousled his hair, "Looking good, Ben."

Ben giggled and dashed back inside.

Vincent greeted me with a hug, "It's been months."

I smiled. "Yeah, sorry about that. I'm here now, ready to work."

We both settled in the living room and started working on his computer.

Only my eyes were not at all on what they should have been on.

I was looking for his wife.

More specifically, I was looking for my sister-in-law.

I was seeking out Thicc Kylie Moaner.

And there she was, wearing a full-sleeve blue maxi dress with a high round neckline that left no room for even a hint of cleavage.

She carried two glasses of lemonade as she approached.

The dress flowed down to her ankles, clearly intended to cover every inch of her skin, but her curvaceous figure still left the size of her large breasts unmistakable.

Setting the glasses on the table, she greeted me with a casual smile, "Hi, Patrick."

I responded, "Hi, Kylie."

As she turned away, her wide hips swayed with each step. Quickly refocusing my attention on the computer screen before Vincent noticed my distraction.

After we finished our lemonade, Vincent offered, "Let me put the glasses back in the kitchen."

I carefully took the empty glasses from him. "I'll handle it," I offered.

He gave a casual nod. "Sure, no problem."

With the glasses in hand, I made my way to the kitchen, feeling my pulse pick up.

The kitchen, hidden from Vincent's line of sight, offered a small reprieve.

Inside, Kylie was already occupied, brewing coffee.

I set the glasses down with a faint clink, drawing her attention. She glanced up, offering me a warm smile.

"Everything okay?" I asked, my voice low.

She nodded, but there was a shadow in her eyes.

"After everything..." I pressed gently.

Kylie's gaze turned serious as she looked at me. "Patrick..."

I instinctively tightened my grip on her hand. "Don't you want more? Because I do."

She tried to pull her hand away, but I held on, firm but not harsh.

"Patrick, please let go," she whispered, almost pleading.

"Not until you tell me," I insisted, my voice barely above a murmur.

She continued to struggle just as Vincent's voice cut through the tension. "Patrick, what's keeping you?"

I quickly let go of her hand, forcing a laugh as I hurried back to Vincent, trying to mask the turmoil beneath the surface.

We worked for nearly two hours, but my mind kept wandering.

When the clock struck 9 PM, Vincent suggested, "Take my file with you and finish up at home. I'll come by tomorrow morning to pick it up."

"Sounds good," I replied.

I bid farewell to Vincent, but Kylie was nowhere in sight, likely hidden away in one of the rooms.

The next morning, I woke up a bit late at 11 am, but the project Vincent and I had been working on was completely finished.

A text came from Vincent: Pat, I'm sick. Kylie will be dropping by your home at 12:30, so give the file to her.

Was luck on my side again?

I got ready by 12:15 and waited. Always punctual, Kylie rang the bell at 12:25.

I opened the door.

Kylie was dressed in a sleeveless white frock that covered her neck and fell to her knees.

"Hi, come in," I greeted her.

"I'm in a hurry, so could you just give me the file?" she asked briskly.

It seemed like she was ignoring me after that day.

"You can't spare even 15 minutes? Won't you even stop for a cup of coffee?" I asked.

"Patrick, I can't," she replied.

"Please," I pleaded.

She looked at me with puppy eyes and said, "Okay, just 15 minutes and only for a cup of coffee."