Chapter 102 Vignette 91
~Chloe's POV
The floorboards creaked under my bare feet as I padded downstairs, craving nothing more than a glass of cold water.
The house was quiet…too quiet, the kind of silence that settles deep after everyone else has gone to sleep.
But as I reached the kitchen doorway, I froze.
He was there.
My sister’s husband.
The dim refrigerator light glowed across his bare chest, the shadows cutting sharp lines along his shoulders.
He leaned casually against the counter, one hand resting on the fridge door, the other holding a half-filled glass. His head tilted when he noticed me, and for a second, I thought about retreating back up the stairs like I’d never come down.
But my throat was dry. My feet wouldn’t move.
“You couldn’t sleep either?” he asked, his voice low, husky in the quiet night.
I shook my head, stepping slowly into the kitchen, clutching my glass like a shield. “Water.”
He smirked faintly, and my stomach flipped at how wrong it felt that I noticed the way his mouth curved, how his eyes lingered on my cleavage too long.
I didn't think I would find anyone down here. I had only put on my silk transparent night gown, wearing absolutely nothing underneath.
The thin sleeves of the gown around my shoulder held me tight, as if shielding me from him. Guiding my breasts just tightly enough.
My nipples were hard under the night gown, hairy pussy forming prints as the gown clung to my hips.
I filled my glass, his gaze following my every movement.
I turned to leave, but I felt it…the weight of his gaze on me…heavy, steady, almost daring me to stay.
And against all better judgment… I lingered.
“You shouldn't stare at me like that,” I said, casually. “I'm your sister-in-law.”
He dropped the glass on the counter and moved toward me.
I didn't move. Didn't take any step backward.
My nerves held more intrigue than fear.
I wanted to see what he would do to me.
Wanted to see how well he could handle his sister-in-law.
Because I knew that's the only reason he was coming closer to me.
Ever since I stepped my foot in the house, I noticed his silent stares. The way he would look at me and forget that his wife was even talking to him.
The way he seemed to notice every revealing dress I put on on purpose.
Now he was just in front of me, his height intimidating.
“You look so hot tonight," he said,
I said nothing. Just watched him.
He lifted his hand, directing it to my boobs.
He dropped his hand there and watched my expression.
Still, I said nothing. Just looked back directly into his eyes.
As if my silence was all the permission he needed, he grabbed my tits.
My breath hitched.
He grabbed it tighter, his fingers pressing into skin.
I moaned.
He pushed me to the wall and took the breast out of my night dress, shoving it straight inside his mouth.
I moaned, his teeth, gently closing on my nipples, biting and probing with his tongue.
I shifted my hand to his cock and he was fucking going hard.
He lifted my gown, turned me around and spanked my ass.
My breath hitched.
I could only hear the rustling of his cloth, then the next thing was the body of his thick veiny cock slapping my ass.
The sound echoed in the walls of the kitchen and the quiet living room.
I gasped.
“Your wife might hear,"
"No, she won't. I fucked her to sleep before coming down here.”
My breath hitched.
But before I could say anything, his cock was already sliding inside my pussy.
He made sure it went deep. Really deep, down to my core.
Then he rubbed my rear hole with his thumb, fucking my pussy hard.
My boobs were pressed to the wall. He squeezed his hand through and grabbed it, pressing his fingers to the soft skin of my boobs.
He fucked me deep, balls slapping against my thick ass cheeks.
His cock filled my pussy, stretching my hole with every thrust he gave me.
And the thought that he used this same cock to fuck my sister just minutes ago made my cum shoot out of my pussy.
Almost immediately, he pulled out, stroking his cock as his cum spilled on the kitchen floor.