Taking Control Back [MF] (My Sister-In-Laws: Part 2)

Wow. Thank you for all the feedback and support everyone. It is definitely encouraging for me to continue this small project.

I’ll start this post off addressing a couple of things. As for descriptions, all three sisters are about the same height, around 5’2. I’m 6’2 for comparison.

My wife Amy is voluptuous, with very large breasts and an ass that matches with a waist that gives her a full-figured hourglass. Long shapely legs from an active lifestyle. She has longish hair that is just past her shoulders and is a natural brunette but dyes it from time to time to various colors. She dresses relatively modestly normally, she does have some wild outfits for special occasions, but her figure naturally makes almost anything look to some degree revealing and provocative. Quite a few piercings and tattoos. (Yes, nipple piercings as well. No, no genetalia piercings. Yet.)

Samantha is small and lean. The only thing a bra does for her is hide her relatively large nipples from always poking through. She has long brunette hair that hangs nearly to her ass. She tends to wear revealing clothes that accentuate her figure as best she can, or loose clothes that engulf her thin frame. Piercings in her ears and nose, no tattoos.

The middle sister, Rebecca, is voluptuous but on a more moderate scale than Amy. Curvy but still somewhat lean. She has short hair she constantly changes the color and style of. All of her clothing choices are skin-tight and often shows ample cleavage and the top of her thongs when she bends the slightest. She had earlobe and nipple piercings, and a steadily growing number of tattoos.

I am 6’2. Physically fit thanks to nearly every job I’ve worked being some combination of high energy and physically demanding. Broad-shoulders. And a love of coffee and food that keeps a bit of softness over the muscle and my belly is neither flat and hard nor big and round. My hair I keep shaved thanks to early hair-loss, woe for the long-haired metal-head days, how I miss thee, and I go back and forth growing a beard I keep neat and short or clean-shaven.

I was asked in private how things turned out. Seeing as I plan to continue writing, I’ll leave it at that would be spoilers.

And a disclaimer. Recalled conversations are rough approximations and stories of what I remember. Most likely not word for word but they catch the general spirit.

So now I’ll resume the story where we left off last. Samantha had fallen asleep on the bed after we finished. Her hair was a wreck, several hand-prints were darkening on her ass, cum was drying on her chin, tits, and ass and her ass was sitting on a large wet-spot in the bed from me finding out she was a squirter and using that. The room smelled like sex and I could feel scratch marks on my back from when I had picked her up off the bed.

I checked the time. It had only been a few hours since Amy had left for work and tonight would be when she stayed late. It would probably be around 8 before she got home. Because of my rotating schedule I had two days off now. I got up and went to shower and get dressed.

I came back to find Samantha was still passed out in bed. The shower had given me time to think and clear my head. What was done was done and what was started needed to be handled. With thoughts of morality pushed back I barged on.

I went to the bathroom and drew a hot bath. With that done I want back to the bedroom and scooped Samantha up. She started awake as I lifted her off the bed, clutching at me with a grumbled what the fuck. I kissed her to quiet her. I told her she needed to get cleaned up because we had things to do today. She grumbled more, I knew she was tired. She stayed up all night like I did. But when I lowered her into the bath she almost purred and told me I was so sweet. Yeah. Right. But I didn’t comment.

I sat down to watch her bathe. She stretched and settled into the water. And I fully admit watching her had me hard again. I had been angry. But I fully enjoyed the sex.

After some time, I told her we needed to talk. She huffed. “I didn’t think you were one of those types. It was just sex…very, very good sex…” She trailed off. Her hands sliding over her skin. Hard to tell if she was distracted or trying to distract me.

“No. It wasn’t and you know it. You wanted to play games and have fun. But we’re going to play by my rules now.” I told her. She started to shrug me off until she looked at me and froze. I wasn’t angry by then. But I come across as intense on a good day.

“There are going to be rules. And you will have consequences for breaking them, pet.” I said staring at her. She bit her lip. Smiled. “Oh yeah? Like..” I didn’t let her finish. I was sitting right beside the bath and I have long arms. I clamped my hand over her mouth.

“Not likes. No buts. You didn’t say cucumber. You started this. Now you’re going by my rules. And we will discuss them. You better pay attention, pet. You gave yourself to me and risked a lot for both of us when you did.” Her eyes were wide and she just nodded.

A long conversation can be summarized as follows. She liked to play games. She was not to risk us being caught. (That was a one way street. But I trusted my own discretion.) She would stop the bratty back-talk to Amy and me. When we asked her to do something she would do it. Ask for help and guidance if needed. But she would do it. She would not interfere or step in my relationship with Amy. Any jealousy would be discussed privately between us. And she would follow my orders when I gave them as such in order to make herself useful and improve herself. And our relationship was going to stay between us. She wasn’t going to tell anyone. (Spoiler. She ended up telling someone. Their sister, Rebecca. I told you she liked games.) She was to keep herself clean and maintained, (she had sub-par hygiene standards of her own). Some initial goals we were going to work on was finding her a job and getting her a driver license. Consequences would be decided case by case. But every act of improper behavior would have consequences. She kept cucumber as a safe-word.

In the end she agreed. And I told her to play with herself in the bath while I watched. She put on quite the show, finishing with her crawling out of the bath to bend over the side where I could watch her finger her ass and pussy until she squirted in the floor.

I smacked her ass, thanked her for the show, and told her to finish her bath, clean up the mess she made, and get dressed to go out. We had things to do. She could come find me when she was ready. Then I left.

While she was getting ready I cleaned the bedroom up, stripped the bed and put the sheets in the wash. Luckily, I was always helpful around the house so me doing chores wouldn’t be a red-flag with Amy like it was in some relationships I’ve seen. I also set up a new email account that would be put to use with Samantha, and later Rebecca even though I didn’t know it at the time. Any list of demands I had, or discussions that couldn’t wait for a private moment, as well as pictures and media, ect. Would be sent and stored in the email. (No. I won’t share any pictures or videos. I haven’t asked them permission, nor do I care for the small chance of someone we know finding them. I tried out Gonewild a few years ago and within a week had backlash from personal acquaintances. Thanks identifying tattoos, haha.)

When she was ready we got in the truck and headed out. Conversation was as easy as ever between us, and the sex only come up in the comfort of her reaching a hand over to rest on my thigh while I drove.

We went to she sex shop. She was excited.

We walked around, talked, and in the end walked out with a discreet vibrator I could control with my phone, an anal plug with a gemstone, a dildo about the same size as my cock, some scented massage oil, a wand vibrator, a flogger, toy cleaner, a collar, and nipple and clit clamps. I already had rope, leather cuffs, and spreader bars at home. I just wasn’t going to let Samantha use Amy’s toys.

Next trip, we went to the park. Deciding to test her limits, Samantha lifted the center console and decided the thank me for her toys. Undoing my pants and pulling my already semi-hard cock out. I stopped her and told her if she was going to do that, she better pull her pants down and use her new dildo.

We arrived at the park with Samantha wiping drool and cum off her chin and a wet spot on my passenger seat. I took a minute to set up the app, and our park trip was a mixture of light banter, me using the toy, and making sure Samantha understood that even when we were being discreet, this didn’t stop.

Off the trail I pushed her against a tree, opened my backpack, and worked the small plug into her ass after a few licks, and collared her. I told her she was to wear the collar any time she wasn’t around Amy. She agreed in delight.
We walked and talked some more. But the teasing finally made her come to me and beg quietly in my ear for me to fuck her again. Right here in the park. I asked her if she wasn’t going to be a good girl from now on and listen. She whimpered, I had just turned the vibration level up. She told me yes.

I considered it. There would be plenty of time to make her wait. I wanted her again. I took her off the path again and had her bend over against a tree as slid her pants down. I told her to be quiet and took a minute to run my tongue around her plug, and over her creamy lips and clit. She clamped a hand over her mouth and moaned.

My fingers spread her. Slipped inside. Her hips rocked as I found a nice spot to stroke and she bit her hand.

Then I stopped. Stood. Wrapped her long hair around her throat and back so I could grip it, pulled my cock free, and pushed inside. Fuck. She was tight. And I had to choke her as she moaned loudly. I started slow. But soon I was pounding her against the tree as she gripped it hard.

When I felt my own release coming after she came and clamped around me cock with an iron grip, I pulled out. I slipped her plug out, and with one hand spreading her, pressed the tip of my cock just barely into her ass and stroked my cum out inside, growling. It started to leak out and I replaced the plug. She thought that was sexy as hell, and grabbed me for support when she let go of the tree. She kissed me before pulling her pants back up, the vibrator now in my backpack.

We had several hours still. Back home I gave her a few chores to do, while wearing nothing but her thong and collar. I worked on a couple of small things, and found her in her room on hands and knees. Her thong was wet. I didn’t say a word. But I took her by the hips, slid her thong aside, and fucked her from behind again. After, we lay on the floor and cuddled for a bit. I thanked her for being good, told her to continue listening after Amy got home, and removed her collar before I went and showered. When I got out I told Samantha about the email, what it was for, and had to show her how to send emails. She had never sent one, just used her email to open accounts.

Amy got home at 9 this time. We all had dinner, and I sat and talked with her while she showered. After the shower, I gave her a massage and she ended up falling asleep.

I went to sit outside. Samantha was in her room I assumed. I checked my email. A message from Samantha. She wanted me to come tuck her in. I told her good night and that if she was still horny to send me a video of handling it herself. She did.

Thanks for reading this long post! Let me know what you think and if I need to keep them shorter.

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