“I don’t know what’s got into her lately, but yeah, she is acting a little weird.”
“Everybody is acting weird. Somebody at work made a fat joke about me today.” The weepy whiney was gaining speed.
“Now that’s bullshit. You are a skinny little thing with a bun in the oven. I bet you ten bucks her hips are wider than yours right now.” I had hoped to jolt her out of her emotional nosedive but it was too late. I could see her shoulders start to shake and the sobbing began, and while she tried to muffle it into the covers it didn’t last long.
“Why isn’t he here!” she wailed, rolling onto her side and pulling her knees up, trying to get into a fetal position but not quite able to pull it off. That just made it worse and soon she was crying big fat tears and caterwauling like a lost child.
I felt awful for her but I had no idea what to do. She went on blubbering, half crying, half talking, and I caught maybe a third of what she was saying so it’s not like I could respond intelligently. I just sat next to her on the bed and put my hand on her shoulder in what I hoped was a comforting way and waited for the storm to blow over.
It took a while. Seemed like a damned hour to me anyway. Slowly her wracking sobs simmered down to random heaves, then steady sniffling with the occasional sharp shuddering intake of breath, and eventually she was done. She sat up next to me on the edge of the bed, her face red and puffy and smeared with tears. She looked awful.
“I must look awful.”
“Of course not. You are glowing.” She smiled gratefully and put a hand down on my leg, not suggestively but…
“Thank you. Thank you so much!” She lifted her arms for an embrace and I reciprocated, but we were a little sloppy and kind of both went the same direction. It wasn’t an actual kiss or anything, but our cheeks mashed together a bit, my lips touched her ear, and the arms around the back hug turned into a hands on the shoulders deal, and then she turned her face into my neck…and then she kissed me there…and then on my cheek…and then…well. You get the picture.
What started as tender and gentle very quickly escalated into something forceful and needy. She was well and truly over the line when she grabbed my hand and put it on her breast. I had been trying to keep it friendly, as much as you can tongue kiss your sister in law in a friendly way, but that was pretty much the last straw right there. And I can’t claim I didn’t head right over that line with her at full speed.
Her mouth was forceful and hungry and she sucked my tongue and lips as we kissed. I was about to pull her sport bra away from her tit but she beat me to it by half a second, and then her full, swollen breast was filling my hand. I crawled on top of her and she scooted back onto the bed, awkwardly trying to push her sweat pants off her belly while still kissing me. I helped pull them of and rose up to my knees on the bed, breaking our kiss.
She lay before me, her sport bra pulled up to her arm pits and otherwise naked except for the white ankle socks. I suppose that would have been a good time to think about what I was doing, but I was too busy undoing my pants.
“Oh God!” she said breathlessly as I pushed my jeans and underwear down and my half-rigid cock sprung out. I am big, there’s no way around that, and apparently I looked pretty damned impressive. I know she looked like a feast to me. She grabbed my cock and pulled it down to her, not waiting for me to get the pants off. I fell on top of her and caught myself on my hands to as not to actually land on her, while she wiggled a leg aside to let me in. She pulled me right up to her pussy and there I was.
Now that I write it down it seems so clinical and so obviously wrong and stupid, but at the time, in that place, there was such an incredible rush of emotion and sensation and passion and the situation just escalated so damned fast… Yes, I know I am making excuses. Yes, I know it makes no difference. But God DAMN she felt good.
She howled like a banshee as I split her pussy open. She was tight! I guess I expected her to be sloppy loose but that extra volume was pushing everything else out of the way and it made her deliciously snug. She was flowing with lubrication so I slid right in, but we both felt the intensity of that grip.
“Fuck me!” She yelled with her head thrown back. You couldn’t have stopped me. I joined her in that wild abandon and started thrashing her body hard. She kept yelling, wailing, screaming “fuck me!” over and over and over. It wasn’t pretty or sexy and it didn’t last long, but the overwhelming need that gripped us both was phenomenal.
I roared when I came and thrust my load deep inside her. There wasn’t much room in there and the fluid quickly emerged around the shaft, leaking out of her overfull pussy. I ground my cock into her and we both howled like animals until the fire left my veins and took my energy with it.
I slumped against her but didn’t pull out. I was too far gone. After a few minutes of heavy breathing I managed to fall over next to her on the bed. My cock lolled over to the side, wet and swollen from use, showing little sign of deflating. I normally think I’m kind of a stud with that thing, but I had other things on my mind.
“We shouldn’t have done that.” She said it but it could have been me just as easily. It was the only thought going through my mind.
“No, we shouldn’t,” I agreed. Callie sat up and tugged her sport bra back into place, leaving her sweat pants and panties down around her ankles. I didn’t want to look at her. I’d just see my guilt. But there was something else at play. I was still lying in bed next to a woman. I couldn’t shake that idea from my head. Sex is great, but sex with your sister in law is…well, God damn it, it was great! I turned my head to look at her, and I noticed she was already looking at me. Well, part of me.