(c) 2002 Prahaar. All rights reserved.
This is mature reading for the enjoyment of adults.
Tina is my sister-in-law. My wife's sister.
She and I have never gotten along. She is a stuck-up bitch. Inhospitable, conservative, opinionated, uninterested in me and a political being. I steer clear of her as much as I can. The dislike is mutual.
She dresses frumpily, wearing shapeless clothes. She does not hug others, as is the custom in our family. Her husband is a nice person but hen-pecked. Her children have been brought up strictly, particularly her daughter.
Well, as luck would have it, our roads crossed at a cousin's home last summer in the USA. She had gone to meet her son who studies there and I was on a business trip. Our very hospitable cousins insisted that we visit and stay with them and so we were forced to socialize. None of us wanted others in the family to know about and question our bad vibes. However, the socialization was forced and at a polite level. I spoke if addressed but never initiated a conversation.
She needed me, since I drive in the USA whereas she does not. Her attitude changed now that she needed my help to go shopping and sightseeing but I continued to keep my distance. I pleaded work and minimized my trips with her.
Our cousin and his wife are both rich doctors with no children. They have a lovely home with six bedrooms. They also have a heated swimming pool, which I made full use of. The cousins themselves were hardly ever at home, leaving early in the morning and returning late at night.
Spring was giving way to summer. On the first warm day that summer, as I lay in the pool, Tina entered the water on the other side. She wore a bikini bathing suit. I could not believe my eyes! Tina owned a bikini? She entered the pool before I could really get a proper look at her. She started swimming lengths, after a while came out of the water, and sat at the side, sunning herself. Domestic pools are usually not very large, she was very near me and I could see her well but did not want to be caught looking. I did not want to demonstrate any interest whatsoever.
'Should I apply some sunscreen', she suddenly asked. 'There's some in the cabana', I replied. 'I looked for it but could not find it. Would you mind getting it for me?' she asked. Wordlessly, I got up and handed her the bottle. 'Thanks', she smiled. She started applying it to herself but had the usual difficulty putting it on her back. 'Can you please help me?' she asked. I did not reply but got out of the pool, converted a pool side chair into a small bed and asked her to lie there face down. She complied. With her eyes closed, she pointed out where she wanted it applied.
For the first time ever, I got a chance to look at her body. She is built! I don't know why she does not dress to show off her figure better. Her tits are small. Very small for someone otherwise lushly built. However, she has a fine, soft hourglass figure. Her waist flares out into a big bottom with large, soft, perfectly rounded buttocks. The bikini was too small for her and had slipped into the crack of her ass, exposing the buttocks completely. Her skin is pale and fair but flawless. Her hips and thighs are large, shapely, have some peach fuzz and have a pink hue. Obviously, she did not sun herself much. Her legs were held closed and I could not see much more but what I could see in those moments was more than I had seen in all these years. Applying lotion to this bitch was going to be no torture!
I took a generous amount of sunscreen into my palm and started rubbing it into her back. Her skin was soft, cool, smooth and the first touch sent shock waves to my cock. 'Will it stain this costume?' she asked. I said that it might, now starting to wonder where this situation was going. She calmly unsnapped the bikini top!