Chapter 30 SLUTTY SISTER IN-LAW 5
I didn’t even say a word.
I just reached down and pulled her up onto the couch with me. She straddled me, grinding slowly and sexily against the bulge in my jeans while she yanked the hoodie over her head.
She was naked. Her boobs bounced free, and the scent of her body wash hit me.
I grabbed her boobs in both hands, sucked on one hard, and my teeth brushed her nipples lightly while my hands pushed her thighs wider.
She moaned. It was low and throaty. She reached between us to unzip me, pulling my cock out like she owned it.
“I’ve been thinking about this all through dinner,” she said, stroking me rough and fast. “Watching you try not to look at me while you sat next to her. You were so hard under the table, weren’t you?”
“Shut up and ride me,” I growled.
She didn’t need telling twice.
She rubbed my dick cap on her fold, teasing me, inserting the tips and then withdrawing. She repeated this four times and then she started moving, grinding her clit against me on every downstroke. The couch creaked under us again. I gripped her ass, spreading her wider, thrusting up to meet her until the slap of skin on skin filled the room.
“Fuck, Josh,” she gasped, her hair spilling everywhere. “You feel so much bigger when she’s asleep upstairs.”
I spanked her ass, enough yo sting and she held me tight in her.
“Keep talking like that and I’m gonna fill you up again,” I warned.
She leaned forward, and kissed me lightly. “Do it. Fill me with your dick, make me walk around tomorrow with you leaking out of me.”
That did it.
I lifted her and placed her on her back, raised her legs up on my shoulders, and pounded into her, deep punishing strokes that had had holding tight to the cushions, biting her own hand to stay.
One deep slow thurst, sent orgasm ripping through her harder than before, her ass shut and a muffled moan.
I felt my ejaculation rising, and began fucking her till my balls and I cummed deep inside her, we were both shaking. Her legs were wrapped around my waist, listening to the quiet house.
The movie had ended long ago, only silence and our heavy breath filled the house.
“Round seven in the morning?” she murmured. “I’ll sneak into your bed before she wakes up.”
I pulled out slowly, enjoying the view of my cum as it rolled out of her onto the couch
“Count on it,” I said.
Melissa stretched like a satisfied cat, grabbed the hoodie, and slipped it back on. She leaned in for one last slow, dirty kiss, tasting herself on my tongue.
Then she stood and winked at me and headed upstairs to the guest room like the perfect houseguest.
I sat there a minute longer, my jeans still open, heart pounding, staring at the wet spot on the cushion.
This visit wasn’t just going to ruin me.
It already had.
And tomorrow was her last full day here.
I couldn’t fucking wait.
The day Melissa was supposed to leave started like any normal day.
We all had breakfast together, with Jane talking about how fast days passed since she arrived.
Melissa agreeing with her with that perfect sisterly smile and I was pretending to focus on my coffee while my mind replayed every place in the house I fucked her over the last four days.
Her flight was at 3 p.m.
Jane insisted on driving her to the airport, it was “Family tradition” she said, hugging her sister tight in the driveway while I loaded the suitcase into the trunk.
Melissa turned to bid me goodbye. In front of Jane it was a quick embrace, kissing my cheeks. “Thanks for having me, Will. It was…unforgettable. “
Jane went inside to grab her keys she had forgotten. We watch the front door closed, Melissa grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me behind the open trunk lid, out of sight.
Her hand went straight into my jeans, wrapping around my cock and stroking fast.
“I’m not leaving without one more load,” she whispered against my mouth, eyes wild. “Right now.”
“Here?” I hissed, but I was already rock hard, thrusting into her fist.
She turned around and bent, leaning on the suitcase as she arched her ass up.
She wore those same tight leggings from the hike. Damn it meant easy access. She pulled them down just enough to bare her ass and pussy, already wet.
“Fuck me fast,” she ordered. “Before she comes back.”
I didn’t hesitate. I pulled my cock out, entered her in one brutal thrust. She bit her forearm to muffle the cry, pushing back to match every steoke.
The car rocked slightly with the force of it. Anyone walking down the street could’ve seen if they looked closely.
I gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, pounding into her, feeling her clench tighter and tighter.
“Come in me,” she gasped. “I want to sit on that plane with you dripping out of me the whole flight.”
That sent me over. I buried myself deep and came hard, pulsing inside her while she shuddered through her own orgasm, thighs shaking against mine.
We barely had time to straighten up—her pulling her leggings back into place, me zipping up—before Mira bounded out the front door, keys jangling.
“You two okay?” she called, oblivious.
Melissa turned, face flushed but composed, smiling brightly. “Just saying a proper goodbye.”
Mira laughed. “You’re so dramatic.”
If only she knew.
The drive to the airport was torture. Melissa sat in the back seat directly behind Mira, legs crossed demurely. But every time Mira’s eyes were on the road, Melissa’s hand would sneak forward between the seats, brushing my thigh, tracing the outline of my still-sensitive cock through my jeans.
At the drop-off zone, Mira parked and got out to help with the bag again. One last round of hugs.
Tears from Mira. “I miss you already!” and promises to visit soon.
Then Melissa turned to me for the final public goodbye. She hugged me tight, body pressed flush against mine, and whispered so low only I could hear:
“I’m not on birth control, Josh. And I ovulated yesterday.”
She pulled back, smiling that sweet, innocent smile for Mira’s benefit, and waved as she walked into the terminal.
Mira drove us home in silence for a while, sniffing a little. “I hate goodbyes.”
I stared out the window, heart pounding, cock twitching again at the bomb Melissa had just dropped.
“Yeah,” I finally said, voice rough. “Me too.”
Melissa’s visit hadn’t just ruined me.
It might have changed everything.
And as we pulled into the driveway, my phone buzzed with a text from her—already through security.
A single photo: her in the airport bathroom mirror, leggings pulled down just enough to show my cum still leaking out of her, caption reading:
“Souvenir. Call me when you’re ready to do this again… Daddy.”
I deleted it fast, pulse racing.
This wasn’t over.
Not even close.