So I live in a home with a bunch of people. In fact, just a bunch of women, really. I’m 22, not fit but not fat. My wife is 23, average height, and for you pervs out there, looks like Krissy Lynn, just a bit younger and with curly hair. In the house is her sister, Hannah, 18, looks like Riley Reid, with big tits. another sister, Rachel, 21, looks like Dillion Harper like spit on, and her Mom, Kendra, (I don’t dare ask her age, but I’d guess early 40’s), and she looks like Sapphire Blue.
Now me and Hannah work at the same place, so I always stay a little late to bring her home, because she doesn’t drive yet. Ever since I started dating my wife, I could sense she always flirted with me, she would sit on my lap, and she would always, always, always “accidentally” bump feet with me under the dinner table.
It was midsummer, so I was wearing a loose button up with nothing underneath.
One day I was waiting to pick her up from work. I had been just watching some porn while I was waiting for her to get off, and so I had a bulge. She noticed it immediately, but we didn’t say anything about it.
Now she was wearing a similar set up, button down shirt, but she was wearing yoga pants. So we just drove in silence for a bit. Eventually I couldn’t take it anymore, I knew she wanted me, and to be honest, I wanted her. I pulled over in an abandoned mall parking lot.
“Where are we going?” She asked me, leaning back.
I told her it was just a quick stop. When we parked in the far corner, I turned the car off and adjusted myself to face her. She seemed nervous.
“I’m sorry but we need to talk.” I could tell I sounded nervous too.
“Ok? What about?”
“I think you know. There is a tension here” I said, pointing back and forth between us.
“I guess so. So what?”
“I don’t know, but we should do something about it.”
“Well, we aren’t going to fuck, so what do you want to do.”
I was really taken aback at her. She seemed so nervous, but was talking so frankly.
“Well, sure obviously,” I said, not fully convinced myself. “But we need to figure this out. We can’t bring this home with us.”
“Fine” she said, a small smile on her face.
“Ok, so wh-“ is all I got out.
She shot across the seat and locked lips with me. It took me a second to realize that had happened, but after that I put my hands on her hips. I felt like my cock was about to explode out of my pants. She started to unbutton my shirt. I was blown away at her forwardness. I thought she had like one boyfriend, and that she barely had sex with him. This had to be lies. She knew exactly what she was doing.
After my shirt was open she began to run her fingernails down my chest. I shivered, and I bit her lip slightly. She pulled away, looked at me with this alluring smile, and pulled a tit out of the top of her shirt. She fed it to me. I put one hand on the back of her head, and one on her ass. I rubbed one of my hands around her crotch. She pulled back for a second, and moved my hand.
“No no,” she said, almost whispering, “I’m releasing YOUR tension, I want to keep mine.” Then she brought her mouth close to my ear and whispered, “I love it”
“Fuck Hannah,”I said, running my hands all over her, “your so fucking dirty.”
She started undoing my belt, while kissing down my neck, my chest, my stomach. At this point she undid my pants and my cock sprang up into life.
“Oh my God, I want this inside of me” she moaned, gripping it in her hand, with her face right next to it. I had a thought. I could spread this out a bit.
“Yeah, but you wanted the tension. Just do what you came to do” I said with a smile. Hannah actually looked mildly annoyed at this. She looked up at me, bit her lip for a second, and finally relented.
She began to lick my head. Good god what a sight. I moaned for her to go deeper, and so she went deeper. I couldn’t believe my Sister-in-law was giving me a blow job. I put my seat back to give her a better, more comfortable angle. Every once in a while I would pull her hair so she stopped and looked at me. I would kiss her hard, and then shove her face back down.
“How deep can you go?” I asked, after about 7 minutes or so. She looked up, with my dick hanging out of her mouth, and winked at me. Somehow I knew what she meant. I grabbed her head with both hands, and started throat fucking her. She gave long moans in between gurgles.
“You’re so fucking got Hannah!” I cried, “I’m gonna cum!”
She didn’t stop.
“I said I’m gonna cum!”
She didn’t stop.
“SHIT” I cried, as I emptied into her mouth. I heard her gulping down my cum. Eventually she came up for air, and sat back in her seat.
“There, tension released?” She asked, after a moment of catching her breath. Spit was still trailing down her chin. I grabbed a napkin from the center console and wiped her chin with it. She smiled at me. I smiled back. We just sort of did that for a minute. Then we went back home. We drove in silence. I didn’t look anyone in the eye, just went right to bed to take a nap. I wasn’t ashamed, I just needed to think of a way to make this happen again
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