[MF] The blonde sister in an Italian family

This is a story that nobody in my life will ever know about. But I need to tell someone.

My fiancé has four sisters. Three of them got the big-boned dark skinned Italian genes of the family, including my fiancé. But one of them, the second oldest, got the skinny, pale and blonde genes from the Irish side of the family. Her hair is straight and comes down to her shoulder blades, her eyes are sky blue and despite her pale complexion, has not one freckle anywhere. She has a beautiful smile and beautiful tits. I always look forward to the Christmas family reunions so I can see her walking around making coffee in the morning without a bra, those beautiful tits jiggling as she walks, just barely making out her nipples through her shirt.

One morning last Christmas I was sitting in the couch as she walked in front of me to the kitchen. My eyes followed her as she walked, watching her boobs gently bounce under her t-shirt. I was just able to make out the shape of her tits, the fullness, the perkiness. I glanced up to her eyes and saw them studying me, with just enough of a smirk that she knew what I was watching. I quickly turned away and tried to focus back on my phone. But feeling how red my face was getting, I went into the bathroom to cool down my blushed skin.

It was the last morning we were with the whole family, everyone was leaving that day. I woke up around 5am and had to use the bathroom, so I open the bedroom door and start walking down the hallway. Surprised, I saw the sister sitting on the couch eating a bowl of cereal and watching TV. When she heard me, she looked back and saw me standing in the hallway with just a pair of shorts on. I watched her eyes slowly drop down to my morning wood. I had a full erection bulging out against my shorts. Her eyes froze, then she smiled just a little bit and bit her bottom lip. Feeling embarrassed, I rushed past her and closed the bathroom door. Only later on the drive home while my wife was asleep did I realize that the sister could have been disgusted but she seem pleased and somewhat interested.

Fast forward to five months later. My fiancé and I are traveling for Memorial Day and are going to stop at the blonde sister’s house for the night before we continue the rest of the way to our hotel for the weekend. We arrive super late at night, after she has gone to sleep, let ourselves into her house and crawl into the guest bed.

Around 5am again, I wake up to use the bathroom. I stumble around the room looking for the door and find my way around the corner to the bathroom. When I leave the bathroom, I pass the living room and see the sister on the couch, eating cereal and watching TV in a t-shirt with no bra. I say good morning and thank her for letting us stay the night. I walk over and sit next to her on the couch. We’ve never been really close but we connect pretty well and enjoy hearing about what is happening in our lives. Then she puts her hand on my thigh and starts rubbing. I see her tits moving back and forth with her arm under her shirt.

She starts moving her hand closer and closer until she’s rubbing my cock over my shorts. I lean over to kiss her cheek and start working my way to her neck. I gently grab her tit over her shirt, I can feel her hard nipple in my palm. I kiss her neck a little harder and massage her breast a little more. I feel her hand go up to my stomach and down my shorts, grabbing my dick with her warm hand. While she is jacking me off I reach under her shirt, slide my hand up her stomach, over her boob and find her rock-hard nipples. I massage her tits, gently squeezing and pushing them. She is breathing heavier now.

She grabs my hand, moves it from her chest to between her legs and pushes it against her pussy. Just the pressure makes her gasp and grab my hand tighter. I can feel her pussy lips through her shorts. She’s not wearing underwear. I rub her in circular motions feeling the moisture start soaking through her thin boxer shorts. I’m getting closer and closer to cumming every time she strokes my dick. All I want to do is throw her on her back, rip her shorts off and slide into her. I want to watch her large perky tits bounce as I fuck her. I want to hear her moan and feel her cum on my dick.

Suddenly, I hear my phone ringing in the bedroom where my fiancé is sleeping, or was sleeping. We tear our hands away from each other, she pulls her shirt down and I jump off the couch, slide my shorts over my raging erection and rush into the bedroom to silence my phone. When I rush in there, my fiancé is holding my phone and says in a delirious and slightly annoyed tone, “Doesn’t your boss know you’re on leave?!” I apologize, ignore the call and lay back down in the guest bed. I stare at the ceiling as she rolls over, puts her hand on my stomach and goes back to sleep.

The sister and I avoided hugging when we left, we said goodbye and I haven’t talked since.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6y8ihc/mf_the_blonde_sister_in_an_italian_family