My name is Kevin Lowenstein, my wife Katie and her sister Debbie have rarely gotten along. Debbie is the highly intelligent but free-spirited woman while Katie is smart and grounded in the realities of daily life.
I'm told when they were children that Katie was in a bad accident and her mother doted on her during her recovery, which made Debbie jealous. Since then Debbie has been emotionally abusive toward her, calling her names and berating her every chance she got.
Katie & I met 10 years ago on a singles website, there was an instant connection we felt with each other. I was attracted not only to her light brown hair, greyish-blue eyes and smile, but her laugh and personality. She was 4-5 inches shorter than me and a couple of pounds overweight but carried it well. I proposed less than 6 months after we met. Katie wanted a long engagement so we got married a year later.
When I first met Debbie I thought she was very attractive, but could also sense an attitude about her. A few months after Katie & I got engaged Debbie moved from the east coast where we all lived out to California.
Debbie never understood how Katie was tied down to a job and unable to visit. On some of her summertime visits to us, Debbie would wear a bikini to the pool that had me constantly checking out her body and fantasizing about her. She has a fantastic figure that no man would say no to.
Last year Katie finally had the courage to tell Debbie off, family peace be damned, and all hell broke loose. She made a decision was made to stop communicating with Debbie and has never been happier. However not wanting our son Jeff to pay the price, I was the intermediary between Debbie and Jeff, arranging phone calls and the like.
This year for the holidays and Jeff's birthday, Debbie said she was coming out to visit. Everything went okay during the visit, so there's nothing to talk about. But the anticipation of the visit, having not seen her for over a year, had my suppressed fantasies about her kicking into overdrive and led to some extremely hot dreams about her.
Most of them were pure sex, her & I fucking in a variety of places and positions. However, one dream was different, there was lengthy conversation the night before and Katie was involved. This is the dream I'm going to talk about, along with the aftermath of the dream. It started with my picking her up at the airport.
Debbie is the type to do things at her convenience, not others', so I reluctantly agreed to pick her up at the airport at 11 pm.
After a hello hug which was a little tighter and longer than usual and a hello kiss on the cheek during which I thought I smelled alcohol on her breath, I loaded her suitcase into the trunk for the hour ride home.
"Can I ask you what might be an awkward question?" she said after we got into the car.
"Depends on what it is," I replied.
"This is going to seem a little strange," she continued. "I'm still pissed at Katie and my friends are telling me the best way to get even with her is to seduce you, fuck you and then tell her about it. So my question is, do you want to fuck me?"
"What did you say?" I stammered.
"You heard me, do you want to fuck?" she replied.
"You know the answer," I replied. "You've seen me checking out your hot bod in a bikini on past visits. Over the years I've fantasized about it a lot. So the answer is yes, I want to get naked, hot and sweat with you. But the real question is will I fuck you? As you know the song goes 'you can't always get what you want' and I can't run out and cheat on Katie. Then again I've never had that kind of offer from someone I was attracted to that I wasn't in a relationship with. So unless you do a hell of a job of seducing me or put me in a situation where it's impossible to say no, the answer to will I fuck you is no."
"What would I have to do to get you to fuck?" she said.
"I don't think you'll go through with it," I replied.
"Why not?" she asked with a hint of anger in her voice.
"Three reasons," I said. "First is that no matter how pissed you are at Katie, she's your sister, you still love her and wouldn't want to hurt her. You're still the same woman that before the engagement party told me you'd rush over here to cut off my cock and balls if you ever found out I cheated on her. Second, I know you and your sense of morals - you wouldn't have sex with a married man. Third, I know you're not the type of person to have sex with someone you didn't find attractive and you're not attracted to me."
"You're right on all three counts, but in this case I'm going to make an exception," she said. "You've gotten better looking with age. You're still not handsome, but you're improving."
With that comment I knew she was a little drunk. She's never been attracted to me, but I was curious to see where things would go.
"Really?" I laughed. "If you want to seduce me you're going to need to be imaginative when we're home alone together and prove to me how much you want me. However, I don't think you'll go through with it. Your conscience will get the best of you."
"I wouldn't be so sure about that," Debbie grinned and reached over to unzip my fly.
"What the hell?!" I shouted and slapped her hand as I tried to stay focused on the road. "Not while I'm driving. You want us to crash or something?"
"Just letting you know I want your cock" Debbie replied. "Do you want to pull over on the way home for a BJ or a quickie or are we actually going to have to go through the seduction?"
"I'm not pulling over," I said while continuing to try focusing on the road, but couldn't resist glancing over at her.
She had unbuttoned her shirt exposing her 36C breasts wrapped in a red lacy bra. She licked her lips, ran her hand through her sandy blonde hair and winked at me with those baby blue eyes I'm a sucker for.
She reached over again and again I moved her hand away.
"Not while I'm driving," I said firmly.
"Are you sure you don't want a blowjob or a backseat quickie before we get home?" she asked again while smiling and running her fingers along the front of her pants.
"You'll have to do better than that," I said while laughing.
She unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts and while rubbing them made suggestive comments, teasing me for the next 20-25 minutes until we got to the exit for home.
"We're not going to fuck tonight," I said. "But this is the effect you had on me."
I placed her hand on my lap and rubbed it along the outside of my jeans so she could feel my hard-on and then moved her hand away.
"I could work with that," she said with a grin.
"I bet you could," I replied while smiling.
I brought her bag to the guest bedroom and told her to think about what I said about in the car about the reasons why she wouldn't go through with it. We exchanged a goodnight hug and peck on the cheek and I pushed her hand away again as she reached for my fly. I resisted the urge to squeeze her ass while we hugged.
I then went to see Katie, who was in bed waiting up for me, and closed the door behind me.
Katie was wearing a sheer negligee that highlighted her curvy figure and 38B breasts. She also had an evil grin on her face.
"Get over here," she growled. "Jeff sleeps soundly and doesn't wake up for any noise. I want Debbie to hear you fucking me, so she can know what I get on a regular basis that she doesn't."
"Are you sure you want to make her jealous like that?" I asked shocked because Katie isn't usually this aggressive when it comes to sex. "You never know what she'll try doing during the day when you're not home. Besides with all my joking in the past about having her join in, how are you sure I won't give into temptation if she tries something."
"She's not attracted to you," Katie said as she came over and started to undress me. "So I'm not worried about her trying something."
"And if she did?" I asked.
"Then I give you permission to fuck some common sense into that messed up head of hers," Katie said as she licked my neck and stroked my cock.
