I had started dating Jenny exclusively the summer between Junior and Senior year in High School. We had known each other since sixth grade. We were both involved in some of the same extracurricular activities at school and in these smaller groups Jenny and I had become interested in each other. Prior to this we had gone out with friends and even agreed to double date a couple of times when we had friends that wanted a 'wingman or wingwoman'. I had taken Jenny to the Prom when we were Juniors and since then had been giving her the D.
Jenny stood 5'4" with brown hair and blue eyes, maybe 100 pounds. She had perky B-cup tits with nipples that pointed towards heaven and a legs that went all the way up and made a fantastic ass of themselves but left a little gap at the thighs. She enjoyed sex and wanted it every weekend. I was more than happy to satisfy her. Her pussy tasted divine and gripped my cock like a glove. She didn't care much to give blowjobs but I didn't mind since her pussy was so fine.
Jenny had a sister, Vicki, who was 10 years older. Vicki was married and lived four hours away. She and her husband both had full-time jobs and they had a young daughter, Angie, that was into dance and gymnastics so they were a busy family. They didn't come to visit often but photos of the family sat on the shelves. Vicki was a blue-eyed blonde. The pictures showed that she was slightly shorter than Jenny, maybe 5'2, and had bigger titties than her sister, a C-cup I estimated from the photos.
The fall semester of Senior year found Jenny and I still dating exclusively and her parents and I got along great. With Thanksgiving approaching I learned that Vicki and her family would be coming for a visit. I was looking forward to meeting this sexy blonde from the photos.
The day finally came and I was not disappointed. She was more attractive in person than in the posed photos I'd seen. Her hair was a lighter blonde than I was expecting, I would later learn that her hair was naturally brown, the same color as Jenny's, but she kept it lightened ever since high school. She must have recently had that done because there were no brown roots showing, just this gorgeous blonde color. I had been right about the tits, C-cups, and she liked to show them off by wearing low cut blouses. Her ass, which I had been wondering - make that fantasizing - about since it was not visible in the photos I'd seen, was wrapped in a tight pair of white jeans. It was well rounded and I immediately started fantasizing about grabbing her hips and bouncing against it with my teenage boner parting her pussy lips. This woman was the living, breathing definition of MILF. She was very friendly to me that visit. Her husband Greg was eager to impress to the point of being annoying. He had male pattern baldness and what black hair he had left was slicked back and greasy looking. He had a mustache to match and was not much taller than Vicki. He reminded me of the stereotypical used car salesman. I couldn't understand why Vicki was with him. Their daughter Angie was cute. She had sandy blonde hair and she wore it long. Her facial features resembled Vicki more than Greg.
I saw them off and on the next few days when I would go to see Jenny. Each time it was the same, Vicki in tight pants and a cleavage revealing top. Greg had definitely married up. The more time I spent around Vicki the friendlier she got. Several times we'd be talking and she would touch me on my hand or forearm the way women do when they're interested in a man. I was young and stupid at the time and didn't realize that was a signal. Finally Sunday morning came and Jenny's mom invited me to have breakfast with them before Vicki and Greg left. We had a great time, joking and laughing and enjoying the food, Jenny's mom is a great cook. When it came time for them to leave Vicki gave me a tight hug, pressing her tits against me. While hugging me she looked up into my eyes, "It was very nice to meet you Bryan," emphasis on 'very'. I could feel a stirring in my pants.
During lunch the next day at school Jenny said Vicki told her she had a good looking man, 'a hottie' were her exact words. I commented that I wouldn't mind getting with her sister. That earned me a punch on the arm from Jenny but then she grinned, "I think she'd probably like that, but remember you're mine bucko."
Eventually I was asked to accompany Jenny and her family on a weekend trip to visit Vicki and Greg. I gladly accepted and talked my parents into letting me go. Once there I made sure to offer my assistance to Vicki every time she cooked. I would set the table, wash pans, watch a pot so it didn't boil over. Anything to be near her and away from that annoying husband of hers. We were rarely alone, Jenny and her mom were usually hanging out in the kitchen as well.
Being so close to Vicki I got a very good look at her beauty. I fantasized about seeing her naked, kissing her all over, and giving her a good fucking. Both nights of our stay as I was getting ready for bed I jacked off thinking about her. I would slowly stoke my cock while I imagined being with her. The first night she took my cock and put her lips around it, her head bobbing up and down. The first night this was all it took to earn an orgasm. I unloaded into a couple of tissues. The next night I started my fantasy with eating her pussy then proceeded to fuck her missionary style. In my fantasy I pumped my load deep inside her, in reality it was just more tissues.
These trips continued for several years, even when I went to college I would sometimes go with Jenny and her family to see Vicki, Greg and Angie. Often I would bring homework with me and sit in the kitchen admiring Vicki as she cooked. Every night I spent in her house I'd fantasize about her and spill my load into more tissues. Summers were my favorite. They had an in ground pool in their back yard. I had to spend a lot of time in the water to hide my erection whenever Vicki decided to sun bathe. She never wore a bikini, always a one piece, but still it showed her delicious curves and her beautiful, bouncy, tits and ass.
Jenny and I were married shortly before I graduated college and now this gorgeous blonde was my sister-in-law. Vicki, Greg and Angie were at the wedding of course, and Vicki wore a sleeveless wrap dress with halter straps in a color that complemented our wedding colors. As we greeted our guests after the ceremony in the receiving line Vicki gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered in my ear, "welcome to the family stud." She smiled and winked at me as she moved on to hug her little sister. Angie was now a blossoming teenager and was growing more attractive each year. "Congratulations Uncle Bryan," she said with a brace-filled smile as she hugged me.
During the reception Vicki asked me to dance to a slow song. The dance floor was crowded. She held me close and grabbed my hip to draw our bodies together. "Now that you're part of the family I hope we can become much closer," she purred. I'm sure she could feel my stiffening cock. The song ended and I quickly made my way back to the table so I could sit down and hide my erection until it went away. During one of the group dances Vicki worked her way over to me and at one point grabbed my ass.
Several years went by. Every time we'd go to see Vicki, Greg and Angie she'd flirt with me and I'd flirt back but it never went any farther, except in my mind. Occasionally when I was banging Jenny doggy style I'd fantasize that I was instead banging her sister.
Angie eventually went away to college several states away and apparently being alone with Greg was more than Vicki could stand. She divorced him and moved into a condo across town from their house, which they sold. Angie was no longer a minor so there was no custody battle and she decided to live with her mom when she was not at school. Effectively this meant Vicki lived alone except for a couple months of the year. Fortunately her condo complex had a pool so I still got to see Vicki in her bathing suit on occasion.
Life went on. Jenny and I did not have kids, we weren't sure we wanted to raise kids in this fucked up world. After graduation I had found a great job just an hour away from our home town. We were able to visit our parents frequently and visit Vicki every few months.
Our visits to Vicki's condo became more flirtatious as time went on and she adjusted to life post-divorce. She slightly changed the way she dressed and now she wore much thinner skirts and dresses so they would catch the breeze as she walked. It was not unusual to be able to faintly make out her lacy bra through the diaphanous material. Her jeans and slacks were always tight, wrapping that fantastic ass and holding it firmly. She often wore a short housecoat in the mornings before getting ready and in the evenings before bed. If she sat on the end of the sofa I'd sit on the other end just to get a good look. One time I caught her as she nonchalantly pulled the hem of her housecoat higher up her thigh. My heart skipped a beat knowing she was doing this for my benefit. Other times I'd sit in a chair across from her, she would spread her legs just enough to show me her panties. And always when we were in the kitchen she would find a reason to press her breasts against me.
Jenny had always been aware of the sexual tension between her sister and I but since the divorce she would sometimes grab my cock through my jeans while we were visiting Vicki and say she was checking to see if I was thinking about her sister. Other times when we were kissing she'd say things like, 'I bet you'd like to kiss my sister like that' or 'do you think Vicki would let you do this to her'. One time she even asked me if I'd still like to fuck her sister. I answered honestly that I would. I found her response a bit curious, 'yeah, she said the same thing'.
So speaking of the kitchen, that's where my first actual sexual encounter with Vicki happened. At one end of the kitchen was a bay window and in front of it she had a small oval table that was just large enough for four people to dine at. We would sit there in the mornings having our coffee. It happened that this morning I was wearing a pair of elastic waist cotton shorts and a pair of boxers, a dangerous combination when a guy might get an erection at any time. Usually I wore briefs and they would at least hold all but my most raging erections against my body. On this morning Jenny was the first to finish with our typical two cups of coffee and she left the table to go take a shower and get ready for the day. Vicki and I sat there reading the newspaper,
