My sister-in-law Sarah has been a hottie since she was seventeen. Even thought she's a little on the short side, 5 foot 2, she's always had really big tits. I don't actually know her measurements; but if I'd have to guess I'd say she was a 40 F, which means they're the size of a child's head, or a youth basketball. I got my first look at them on her weeding night. She and her husband were so drunk, my wife and I took them to our hotel room, stripped them and put them to bed. We had to take her wedding dress off, and those puppies just plopped right out. They sagged, but only because of the weight. I didn't get the best look at them, my wife and her husband were right there, but I did get to see them.
Anyway, a few years later they moved into a house just a few blocks away. We started having cookouts every other weekend; so big sis and little sis could stay close, even though my wife was eight years older than her. Being that it was always hot, she would always wear skimpy tops that barely contained her and her friends. We always flirted with each other, I think because she had a crush on me when I first started dating Cary, my wife. One afternoon, while I was home alone, the phone rang. It was Sarah and she was sobbing. I could make out bits and pieces between her cries about her washer, water, and flooding. I told her I'd be right over. I grabbed my toolbox, threw it in my truck and headed to her house. As I walked into the house I could hear water running, and her sobbing in the basement. I rushed downstairs to find water shooting out of the spigot behind the washer and her crying on the stairs. I shut off the water and went to her. I held her in my arms, telling her it was okay, everything was going to be fine and that I could fix it. After a trip to the hardware store and 30 dumps of the wet/dry vac, I had most of it cleaned up. I came upstairs and she was sitting at the kitchen table with a half empty bottle of wine.
"Sarah," I said as I moved closer to her, "are you okay?"
She began to whimper again, "Yeah, I guess. I'm sorry I called you all freaked out, that just threw me over the edge."
"Over the edge," I asked.
"Bill and I have been having a lot of problems lately," she started, "money, marriage, sex, you name it, we've got it going on."
"Uh," dumbfounded I replied, "do you really want to talk to me about this?"
"No, but I've got nowhere else to turn," she sobbed.
She lurked into my arms and began sobbing again. I took her into the living room her head at my chest and sat her on the couch. As we sat her head moved closer to my face, I tried to look down at the same time she looked up and our lips met. We kissed a very innocent kiss, but then she grabbed my head and started giving me deep, tongue wrestling kisses. I was confused, but I didn't mind it. I kissed back, leaning back into the couch. I let her weight come to me, just in case she had second thoughts. She didn't, and again, I didn't mind. She finally broke our kiss and looked me deep in the eyes.
With tears still damp on her cheeks she innocently said, "I guess I should pay you."
"Pay me," I asked.
"Yes, pay you," she grinned, "Cary told me how you always ask for payment after working on her car, or finishing one of her projects, I think I should pay you."
I didn't realize Sarah and Cary talked so much. 'Payment' was usually a blowjob or a special fuck (place and style of my choosing). I was stunned.
"Um," I stammered, "Sarah you're in a very..."
I couldn't finish my sentence; Sarah began unbuttoning her shirt. I could see the lace of her bra and got stuck in stupid.
She leered and me and in a husky bedroom voice said, "take off your pants."
I didn't need to be asked twice. I kicked off my shoes, unbuckled my pants and stood up to drop them. Sarah was unhooking her bra as I bent over to take a leg out. I almost fell over. As her bra fell away, and I got my first real look at them, I did fall over. I fell back onto the couch with one foot still in my jeans. Sarah giggled and reached for my quickly inflating cock.
