Chapter 27 SLUTTY SISTER IN-LAW 2
Thursday arrived slowly, probably because I was looking forward to it. Four days. One house. One hot sister and one cold sister.
Melissa dropped from the cab, flying into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist, it wasn't intentional that my hands grabbed her ass for support. Luckily Jane wasn't back from work, she called to say she'll be late, I should take care of Melissa.
“Look at you….looking great, I mean different from the last I saw you.” Melissa squealed.
“Urm thanks…you look good too,” that was a lie, she looked hot, next-level sexy in the deep V-neck polo she wore that exposed a good amount of boobs and a denim short that barely covered her ass cheeks.
We did some catching up on how our lives have been going. Melissa spoke without brakes. I was intrigued, she was so full of life.
“How's things with Jane?” She asked, searching my face for any discomfort.
“We're good…yeah, your sister’s a sweet soul.” I replied and that was the truth.
“But you look like you haven’t been getting any action.” She winked.
“WTF! Mel…”
“What, look at you all turning red.” She laughed. Her hands went down my thighs, rubbing it slowly, “I'm here for you.”
Whatever that meant, I was about to ask her when Jane walked in, the two sisters displayed emotions, after a year of not seeing each other.
I left them cause I was sure that discussion was gonna take eternity.
Jane still worked late that Friday like always. I was in the bedroom frustrated and starving. And there was Melissa: bold, teasing, unattached sleeping ten feet down the hall.
It was going to end well , I told myself.
Jane had passed out next to me few hours ago after catching up with her sister. I couldn’t sleep, I watched her snore softly.
I tiptoed out of the room and went downstairs to the kitchen. I needed whiskey, to wash off the thought of Melissa; the way she kept staring at me all evening across the dinner table, slow and deliberate and the way her fingers brushed my thighs.
I was in kitchen, the fridge light spilled across the floor, I heard the door open, I didn’t turn around right immediately I was sure it was her.
“Guess you couldn't sleep too?” Melissa voice was low and husky, bet she has been waiting to use it on me
I took a full galss of wine before I replied. “Not when you walk around in the little tank top.”
She laughed softly, flipping her long brown hair backwards. “You noticed. Good I wanted that.”
I turned to look at her. She was resting on the counter with her arms crossed under her chest, exposing her full breasts, I couldn't take my eyes off it. Her nipples were already hard against the top. No bra. Of course it was Melissa.
“Will,” she said, biting her lower lip, “Tell me you haven’t imagined it, not even once.”
I set the glass down harder than I meant to. “Every time you visit. Every fucking time.”
“Then why are we still talking?” She smiled filthy and invitingly.
She moved closer in two steps, her hands going straight to the front of my sweatpants, he held the bulge that had been there since she walked. I groaned low in my throat as she squeezed.
“Shh,” she whispered against my ear. “We have to be quiet. You don't wanna wake my little sister.”
Unleashing the need that has been locked up inside me, I grabbed her hips and spun her, pressing her into the counter.
She arched back against me quickly, grinding her ass into my cock. I pulled her shorts down in one rough pull. No panties either. Jesus.
“Already soaked for me,” I muttered, sliding two fingers through her slick pussy. She whimpered, pushing back, trying to take them deeper.
“I've been wet since I saw you at the door, “ she breathed “Now fuck me before I scream your name.”
I didn’t need to be told twice, I pulled down my sweatpants just enough, positioned behind her, and entered her in one hard thrust. She placed a hand over her mouth to muffle her moans, her pussy walls holding unto me.
I started moving my hips slowly, going deep in her, feeling every inch of her gripping me, but the risk demanded urgency.
I moved faster, pounding into her with force, one hand holding her hair and the other placed over her mouth.
The counter creaked under us. Every sound felt too loud. My heart was beating at the thought of getting caught, my body taking in the feel of my cock in her. It was relieving, and smoothing after months of no action.
“Harder,” she gasped between my fingers. “Don’t you dare hold back.”
I slammed into her harder, angling until she jerked with every thrust. I could feel her getting close, creaming on cock, and the way her thighs started shaking.
“Milk my baby,” I growled against her neck. “Cum all over your sister’s husband's cock while she's asleep upstairs. “
She bit down on my hand to stay quiet as she came, pulsing hard around me, soaking my thighs.
It was too much, fuck.
I pulled out at the last second, pouring my cum on her ass, both of us shaking.
We stayed like that for a second, panting, resting my forehead against her shoulder.
She turned her head, smirking over her shoulder. “Clean me up, Josh. We’re not done with this visit yet.”
I grabbed a dish towel, wiping her gently, already feeling myself harden again at the thought.
Yeah, this visit was going to be dangerous.