Sweet Sister In Law

Sweet Sister In Law

It wasn't as if I asked for it, right?

A bit of background before I begin the story will give you a better idea of how this first encounter played out. She was my sister in law. We had never really gotten along with each other, arguing often and not agreeing on much. It wasn't as though we fought, rather I had a low opinion of her as she was opinionated and rather loud in sharing her ideas and world views. With some eye rolls and biting of the tongue, things were fine in regard to conversation. The part that made up for that and made me truly hold my tongue was her inappropriate dress sense.

She was lean in her youth, or so my wife said, but was now running to chubby. She had let herself go significantly but her shape still hinted at what was rather than what was to come. She is reasonably tall, dark haired, and still thought herself in her late teens.

When I first met her, she tended to wear a skin tight white jean skirt and a tight shirt with no bra underneath. While I certainly hoped to see her in a skirt or short shorts, the skirt was her go to when we were there. The favourite white skirt clearly showed whatever pair of granny panties she was wearing that day. No thong or 'fundies' for her. Despite an ass that would impressed in something sexy it was always full coverage. Her conical breasts were pressed tight against her white shirt with rock hard nipples apparent at all times. They appeared to be a fun handful and certainly kept my attention when I wasn't checking out her ass. I had always wondered what her body would look like underneath but never pursued it as the interest never seemed to be reciprocated.

We had moved away from family for better prospects with limited contact over the decade or so we were gone. With new options in our hometown, we returned this year and took up where we left off with the various events and dinners. She was the hostess and a good cook so tonight's dinner was going to be a highlight.

'Great to see you guys back', she'd often say, each time we came over or she came over to our house. It certainly seemed like she meant it this time and it made for more comfortable get togethers.

She had gained some weight in the hips, ass, belly, and breasts but still wore ill fitting, tight clothing. The dinners came and went with poking nipples and various tight jeans showing little had changed. The same comments and ideas came from her but time away allowed me to focus more on the body and less on what was being said.

She asked me to help her get some items from the basement storage as she couldn't reach the top shelf easily. I was happy to help to get away from the game on the TV and to stretch my legs. She walked down the stairs in front of me, taking me to the back part of the basement where they stored their appliances. From there, you couldn't hear the TV at all.

She suddenly turned to face me and said, 'I want you to suck my nipples.' I was taken by surprise and looked at her blankly.

'I know you have wanted to since we met. Now I want you to suck them.'

She pulled her shirt up in front and showed me how hard they were. 'Suck them... please.' She cupped both pert breasts and held them up in front of me.

'Please...'

I knew I only had a few moments before the rest of the family wondered where we had gone but I bent over and kissed the left nipple while gently rolling the other with my right hand. Her moaning and movements let me know she was enjoying what I was doing. 'What brought this on?' I asked her after sucking and rolling both.

'I haven't thought of anything else since you left and now that you are back, I am not wasting any more time,' she replied. 'We have to get back up there before anyone notices we are gone. Try not to let that show when we go back up.' Her wicked smile left me no doubt she knew exactly what she was doing.

She had left me in a state of excitement I hadn't experienced in years. She pulled her shirt down, licked her lips, and said, 'I hope you plan to visit more often.'

It was a 'hard' dinner to sit through as my thoughts were only on what she offered to me earlier and what future visits would hold for me. I could see her nipples poking from the corner of my eye as I enjoyed the BBQ dinner on the table. I followed some of the conversation but mostly thought about what I needed to do to get back over to her house sooner than later. Thankfully, she made that easier by asking my wife if I was able to come back over the next day to help her move a few things around in the downstairs storage area. She said things were hard for her to do by herself and she needed some assistance to get them unstuck and moved. I started to refuse as I normally do but my wife jumped right on it and offering my services the next day seeing this is as a great way to build some new connections between us. She said I'd be over the next morning.

We left later with her seeing us off at the door. As the last one out, she came in for the hug and kiss on the cheek, my hand cupped her breast and squeezed the nipple gently.

'See you tomorrow.'