Some days, after work, I go to my mother-in-law's apartment. Last week, when I got there, she wasn't home. I waited in my car for her, listening to my new CDs. My sister-in-law Sylvia, lives in the same apartment complex, and five minutes later, she was outside asking if I wanted to wait inside with her. I noticed that she had a button undone on her shirt, which she never does. As she bent over through the window I could see into her shirt (or was I staring?)
Sylvia is about 5'8" and has a slender build. Her dark hair curls around her ears and cascades over her shoulders, down to the large breasts she tries to hide with oversized shirts. The few times I've seen her in anything other than baggy pants, I noticed she has a nice ass, small and round. Her beautiful face showcases exotic eyes and a smile no one can say no to.
Once inside, I sat down, and Sylvia offered me a drink. When she bent down to put my soda on the coffee table, I could clearly see most of her double-Ds. I couldn't see everything, but I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra. When she stood up, I saw cleavage, cleavage that she has never shown before. Except for the tight short or pants she sometimes wore, she always dressed very conservatively, always a high collar shirt or buttoned up to the top. Even the mini skirt that she changed into when we came in was every unusual for her.
Sylvia had her drink of choice, wine. Though she wasn't slamming it like a shot, she was not sipping it like most people do. I have seen her get really drunk before but never taking-her-clothes-off drunk. 15 minutes and three glasses later, one more button was open on her shirt and her skirt was moving up. I wasn't sure if I wanted my mother-in-law to come home (this was my sister-in-law in front of me) or if I wanted her to have more wine.
I was halfway done with my soda and she was getting a fourth glass. When she sat back down, she sat with her legs slightly open, and I could see she had on blue panties. I was finding it harder not to stare. 'This is my sister-in-law,' I told myself, 'I can't look,' but at the same time I was hoping to see more.
Unexpectedly, she quickly stood up, unbuttoning one more button. Her double-Ds seemed ready to fall out. She walked over to me, lifting up her skirt. I could see little butterflies on her panties. She opened her shirt, allowing one of her breasts to show, then quickly covered it. Sitting in my lap, she put her arm around my neck and drew my face into her open shirt.
"It seems like forever I've wanted to do this," she said.
She got up and walked into another room. Her skirt stayed up and I watched the bottom of her butt sticking out around the thong as she walked. When she came out of the room the skirt was missing, and her breasts were barely restrained. As she sat down her breasts came out, but she deliberately took the time to put them back in. The shirt covered her panties. Sitting down, she had her legs open and the blue panties were peeking out.
I didn't know how much more I could take of this, but I had to do something. I got up and told her I was leaving. Wordless, she removed her shirt.
