[MF] Getting snowed in with my older SIL

I was 26, she was 40

Snow had been trickling down all day, but the storm picked up as my SIL and I sat in her basement. She had recently moved into this house with her new husband. She looked to be acclimating well. Family pictures covered the walls, beautiful furniture filled every room, and a feminine perfume permeated every inch.

What was once a bachelors pad was now a home for a couple, and i was happy for my SIL. She is significantly older than me and has struggled for many years to keep her head above water financially. Some of this was bad decisions on her part, some of it was bad luck. She has chosen men in the past that weren’t right for her, but the impression I got from her new husband made me feel like that had changed – like she was truly happy now.

In her basement, there was a leather couch and a loveseat. As I first entered, I took a seat on the couch, noticing she was already on the loveseat. My wife was out shopping with her mom, and my SILs husband was with his family a couple of hours away. I felt a guilty twinge of excitment being at her place alone, but i rationalized those thoughts away swiftly as we started to make conversation on the topic that brought us here – a christmas gift for my wife. She messaged me on Facebook earlier asking if I could come over and talk about it.

I found this a little strange; why not just talk on the app? But I figured it might be a slight generational difference and went with it, agreeing to come by her place later.

And here we were, roughly 8 feet apart. Her body barely filled the loveseat she was perched in, and her flowing brown hair rode the back cushion, comfortably laying still. Her body is incredibly petite: short, skinny, and smallishly framed. But the look fits her youthful face, with piercing blue eyes and a tiny, delicate mouth. Her appearance is gentle and cute, but made all the better through the way her history undercuts it. Her innocent appearance is paradoxical with her past, one filled with sex – lots of it. In a lot of ways. I had never known specifics, naturally, but I always had a general sense of the secret kinkiness of my SIL – a hidden flavor she kept hidden behind a guise of  naiviety and fraility.

As we engaged in small talk, catching up on the small ways our lives had changed since we had last seen each other, our conversations became incrementally more personal and sensitive. All of a sudden we were talking about the struggles of my career, her frustrations with money and how they’ve continued, and perhaps most strangely, the discontentment we have felt with our spouse.

The conversation wasnt heating up, per say, but it was growing strangely intimate. The snow continued to pile up as we talked, and i suddenly felt the slight hope that she wanted to get snowed in as bad as I did. I lapsed from listening to her for a moment, as a i visualized her naked on the couch next to me, drooling on my cock with all the blinds closed around us. I desperately hoped she had a similar thought, but wanted to stay rationale.

Then she asked if I wanted a drink, telling me that I probably wasnt going to get out of there in the snow. I agreed. She came down with one for her, and one for me. She sat down, this time on the couch next to me. As she leaned forward to open her bottles, I looked down her dress. Her perky tits looked so good in them, and I wanted to subtlety indicate interest. Worst-case-scenario, she dismisses it as being a horny 20-something; best case, it leads to something more.

If she noticed, she didnt make it clear. She smiled at me and started drinking, and I followed suit.

The laughs continued, and so did the drinks. We both had only a couple, but we were in the happily-buzzed state. We were inches away from each other at this point, laughing at the TV and at jokes we were making at each others expense. She kept making fun of her husband – implyimg that he should be more like the guy on TV, that his family sucks, etc.

The laughs started to wear off, but we were stuck in the basement all the same. It was about 11:00PM when she asked me if I wanted to bed soon. She implored it was a good idea to me, and I reluctantly agreed, knowing it likely meant nothing more.

She gave me a tight hug on the couch. As she did, her body naturally rolled up on mine, placing her bare leg on my sweatpants. I grabbed her tight, hugging back. I started to feel myself getting rock hard, and panicked. There was no way she didnt feel that. The hug continued a few moments more before she gave me a peck on the cheek, again saying thanks.

Without thinking, i gave her a peck back. We locked eyes, and our lips suddenly came into a gentle, caressing contact. She was already on top of me, so we stayed in our current position, even as the kisses got deeper. With each locking of lips, I felt her warm, sweet breathe against me, slowly seducing me to touching naughtier and naughtier parts of her body. I started with her back, rubbing it deeply. She moaned, so I slid my hands further down, to rub her tiny ass. She moaned even louder as I did this.

She had no panties on under her dress, which made it easy to feel every inch of her butt. I slid my hand towards her pussy, but she gentle nudged it away. The kisses kept coming, and i kept massaging her ass and getting wonderful moans in return.

Eventually, her hand came into contact with my throbbing cock. Sweatpants still separated her hand and my dick, so i pulled my pants down. My cock bounced, free from its prison and ready to be stroked. She looked at it for a second, grabbing my hand and bringing it to her pussy. She hiked up her dress, then slided my fingers to her clit. I started to rub, and she made a gentle moan, squeezing into me and biting my shoulder.

Then, she began the best hand job ive ever recieved. She gracefully wrapped her fingers around the base, giving a few tiny tugs. Then, she moved her thumb to my head, pressing into it and overloading me with sensation. At this point, she was on top of me as my naked backside pressed against the cool leather couch. Im generally a quiet guy in bed, but each stroke summomed a guttural noise from me, and I couldnt even help it. Im typically so reserved, but I literally could not help it as she continued. She nibbled my neck and ear as she went up and down, and the rhythmic pace matched her soft breathing. All the while, I rubbed her clit in small semi-circles. She likes it as much as her sister does. Every once in a while I told her to stop because I was getting to close. When she stopped, I firmly kissed her and focused on the semi-circles. She soon came, and this catapulted me to the verge of cumming.

As her hand glided up and down, and I neared explosion, a brief flash of guilt flew through my mind. I knew the moment after cumming would be a difficult one, and that I would suddenly realize how messed up my SIL and I were for doing this. Around this point, I had a brief moment of panic, thinking: “this needs to stop. Were both cheating. Our partners dont deserve this.”

But fuck, I wasnt going to stop this hand job.

“Slower,” i told her. “Im about to go. Where can i?”

I didnt want to cum on her couch.

But she didnt mind. She kept stroking, and I came. I spilled hot cum all over myself, her couch, and her hand. She kept stroking, gently kissing me with a laugh as my convulsions stopped. We nervously looked at each other, the awkward chloriney smell filling the air.

The moment I started to feel guilt, she pressed her lips against mine again.

“Lets sleep in my room tonight,”

Thats when I knew i made a good decision. Some more stories to share about this if there is interest.

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