Helping Rebecca (My Sister-in-Laws: Part 4) [MF]

Teaching Samantha to drive went as expected. She learned. And there were quite a few makeout sessions and sex in the car and on the side of the road. At times Amy would call, right in the middle of me bending Samantha over my tailgate. Driving and riding around with Samantha. Making her drive me to the store when we had to go for practice. And some exhibitionism as she found herself fond of driving with her tits out. Or riding in the passenger seat, feet on the dash, as she fingered herself with her panties in the floor. There was also plenty of casual talks and music. But sex was frequent.

She passed her driving exam. We had a small dinner out to congratulate her that night. And I discreetly made her cum in the booth sitting across from me and Amy thanks to her remote toy. I was also controlling Amy’s toy at the same time. She didn’t cum in the booth. But she did excuse herself to the bathroom and sent me a photo of her fingers buried in her wetness as she made herself cum. What a dynamic. It was exhilarating and at times exhausting balancing the two ladies. I often fantasized about being open with the whole thing. And had some interest showing when I talked about polygamous relationships with Amy. But it remained a no go for the time.

Then one weekend their sister Rebecca called me. She wanted to know if I would mind helping her move some furniture. I told her of course I didn’t mind so we set the time for when I next had two days off. I told Amy and she thought it was nice. She told me to let her know how it goes. Samantha informed me she would be going with some friends that day. As per a discussion we had she let me know with who and where in case she got into trouble. She also informed me she would have her toy with her and would message when she had it on. Lovely.

The day came and I kissed Amy by when she left for work. Samantha and I had a quickie in the back yard before she started getting ready. And I cleaned up and headed to Rebecca’s house.

Rebecca greeted me at the door. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a black t-shirt that showed off ample amounts of cleavage and midriff. Black boots, and her hair was blood red and spiked, a leather collar on her neck. Heavy music was playing in the background. Think Finntroll and Slipknot.

Her house was spacious. Not because it was a large house, but because she utilized well placed shelves, a wall-mounted tv, and minimal bulky furniture. I had helped her install some of the storage areas over the years. That said , the bulky furniture was hefty. She favored solid, dark wood and very comfortable cushions on the chairs.

She offered me a drink and then led us to the bedroom and started explaining what she wanted. She had bought a new bed, a solid frame with drawers and headboard, a set of floating shelves to mount next to the bed, and a small cabinet she wanted on the wall. All of these things had to be picked up. Except the mattress, that would be delivered. But first, all of the furniture except the dresser had to be moved out. She wanted to take it to be donated. By now we were in her bedroom, and her hand was on my arm. I blamed my recent experience with Samantha. I had been alone with Rebecca a lot and never felt that hyper-awareness of her presence. The vanilla scent of her. I blinked and looked at the room.

Whew. This was going to be a job. Rebecca was the queen if understatement the few times she asked for help. Luckily, I know this and had a decent, if basic, set of tools in my truck I loaded up just in case after knowing her and helping her before. Including bringing my appliance dolly. Score one for foresight.

So we got to clearing out her bedroom. Naturally, I found her personal time collection. Suction dildos, oil, a small vibrator, condoms, a set of cheap clamps, a crop, and hello, a strap-on. Fascinating. I told her as much. She laughed. And we ended up talking about how she had been using that drawer a lot more after her last break-up.

We went back to talking about upcoming concerts and books as we boxed up stuff to put out of the way. And soon we were moving stuff to my pick-up and ready to haul it off.

Before grabbing the furniture, we stopped to grab some lunch. While we ate she was oddly quiet. I prodded her a bit. And she dropped a bit of a bomb. Apparently, Samantha had been talking to her. Explicitly. And everything Rebecca related back to me was accurate. Down to Samantha’s favorite chores and the things I did to her during them. Like eating her ass while she washed dishes. Or when I had her kneel while studying for her driver exam and spanked her for wrong answers and licked her clit when she got it right.

Rebecca was sure to tell me she had no intention of telling Amy. But. She was envious of Samantha and how I cared for her. And how good I was to Amy.

“Oh. Like driving 45 minutes to help you move furniture and install shelves?” I joked. She laughed.

“I suppose. Only I haven’t cum in hours.” She said, holding my gaze steadily. Like she was willing me to understand her meaning. Yeah… that was a lot to process in my head. My cock was already decided. Growing in my pants as her leg brushed mine.

“You know..” She started. Her boot slid up my leg and started pressing into my crotch. “Her stories were pretty sexy. But. It doesn’t sound like she has ever actually fucked you.” She smirked. “So what do you say? Can you handle someone older and less submissive?” Huh. Well. I mean. Suddenly, I suspected the mattress wouldn’t be here until tomorrow.

“One way to find out. My truck is right outside if you are so desperate.” I grinned. In for a penny, in for a pound. I wondered who would be doing the pounding, though.

“Oh, no. I’m not a cheap whore. Samantha can play that part for you. You’re going to take me home and let me properly fuck you. After we get my stuff” she said.

Yeah. It was time for a check before I ravaged this woman on the table.

We walked to the truck and I opened the door for her. When she went to step up I held out my hand.

“Well aren’t you charming” she stated. As she stepped up I gripped her ass to give her a little extra boost. She laughed and shook her head at me. She was also amused to see me occasionally check my phone and open up the app to control Samantha’s toy. I told her exactly what I was doing. At a stoplight, after informing her that Samantha had told me she was flirting with one of the guys, she asked to see it. And set the toy on full power rapid pulses. I really liked this woman.

We chatted on the way to pick up the furniture. And yea. I love solid wooden furniture. But that shit is heavy.

I’ll fast forward a bit. We got everything to her house and inside. I had already decided to take my time with her. Not least of which because I had a feeling once I got her clothes off, we’d be done being productive. We flirted. We worked. At times we physically teased each other. Assembling the frame and headboard took a while. So did the book case she had never put together. As it turned to late evening I called Amy and let her know I was going to crash on Rebecca’s couch and finish up tomorrow. She was fine with that. Right after that call, I check my email. Samantha had sent several, the latest of which was a smirking emoji. I replied back “You’re in trouble, pet.” And didn’t open my email or her app the rest of that night or the next day.

Rebecca was looking at me amused. “I don’t recall offering you the couch. That’s where I’m sleeping until the mattress gets here tomorrow.”

“Looks like you have to share.”

“I don’t share well.”

“Good time for you to learn.”

She slapped my arm playfully. I hooked an arm around her, dragged her to me, and kissed her. She gasped. But quickly kissed me back. Deep. Passionate. My hands on the back of her neck and ass, squeezing. She hopped up and wrapped her legs around me. She had some really strong legs. She was capable of not only holding herself in place with just her legs, she could also grind up and down on me while doing it. Sexy.

We made out like that for a while. I was throbbing against her as she grinded on me and kissed me. Then I carried her to the couch and slammed her down on it, pinning her on her back and her legs up, kissing her. Smacking her ass. Her hands went under my shirt and her nails scratched down my back. I kissed and bit down her neck. She grabbed my head and sank her teeth into my shoulder and sucked as she gripped my ass to make me grind on her harder.

Finally, I regained control. Pulled away, slightly shaking with the willpower it took.

“Fuck you are sexy. But we’re just getting started. Go to your room, and slip into something revealing and with heels.” I told her. She looked me up and down.

“You don’t own me.” She challenged. I smacked her ass.

“Nope. I’m fair. Which is why I’ll give you a strip show after you give me mine. But only after. I am demanding.” She quirked an eyeball and left. I fully whipped out my phone while she was gone and looked up some male stripper dances for rapid study. I had never been to a strip show of any kind. First time for everything. I found one that would work great with jeans, a button-down, heavy boots if I loosened them to slip off with a tug, and no underwear. Turns out commando isn’t just risky when you split your pants at work, it is limiting for impromptu strip shows. Who knew. It also wasn’t too technically challenging. Perfect. Thank you internet.

I waited for a while and decided to make some drinks. I had just finished when Rebecca messages me. Go wait in the basement. Hmm. Okay. I loved murder mysteries. I mean surprises.

Her basement was set up like a second living room. A couch, speakers in one corner, a guitar, cello, and shelf with music books in another. A support pole in the middle for the floor beam overhead.

There was a door to the backyard thanks to the hill the house was built on. Framed posters on the walls. String lights along the walls that gave it a warm, dim atmosphere and a couple of overhead lights when more brightness was desired. I remembered helping her string up the lights after she first moved in. Cozy. I left just the string lights on and went and sat on the couch, setting her drink on one end table and mine on the other. Soon, the speakers started. The music was heavy but slow. Thump. Thump.

I looked at the stairs. A pair of heeled black boots that were thigh-high and looked supple came into view first. Followed by a leather and chain thong that didn’t hide any of her beautiful ass. And soon all of Rebecca. She was sliding her hand down the rail, black nails lightly scratching down. She had on a leather and chain bra with thin loose chains running to the thong and up to a spiked leather collar. Slung over one shoulder was a black leather mini backpack with studs and chains I was pretty sure I had seen at Hot Topic before. Her lips dark red. And she had taken some time on the eye makeup for a smoky look.

I whistled.

“Hello, Seductress. I am very much not dressed for this party.” I said. She smirked and strode over to me. Bending at the hips. A single finger pressed to my lips, the nail pressing into my skin.

“Shut the fuck up. This is my show.” She gave me a light slap on the cheek and walked to the pole. She started with a two-hand grip as she bent and stretched in a lot of interesting ways. I found myself thoroughly enjoying the short but delicious show as she picked up her pace. Sipping on my drink to keep myself controlled.

And then she crawled to me. Her predatory stare into my eyes as she clawed her way up my legs and body like a cat climbing a tree to wait in ambush. Her strong legs pressing to me as she slid and grinded on me. Her breath on my neck and in my ear. Her vanilla scent mixed with the slight but not unpleasant musk of sweat from our work.

“Mmm. I’m going to eat you up.” She said in a husky voice.

“Not if I get you first, little Wolf.”

“Oooh. Is Big Bad in the house?” She mocked. She slid off me and turned. She gripped her ass as she bent and showed off the split leather of her thong. It was glistening with wetness.

She stood and turned. A booted foot stepped down on the couch between my thighs. Her hand snaked out to pull my face to the leather and I kissed it. Little kisses along her thigh until I found skin. Then she let go of my head and the foot came up, pressing my chest and pushed me onto my back. I didn’t resist.

She mounted me with her a and wet thing over my face.

“Little wolf little wolf, let me in.” I growled.

“Not by the hair on my little wet pussy.” She managed with a straight face. And then sat, letting my taste her. Soft moans as she rode my face. My hands gripping her ass to hold her in place. Then moving up to squeeze her soft, heavy breasts. Stroking her nipples and pinching and tugging in rhythm with my tongue.

Her moans grew louder. The thong and my face got wetter. Soon she was bent over me, holding the couch arm. I took the opportunity and my fingers slipped inside her. Stroking. My tongue dancing on her clit in form, rapid, movements. She didn’t squirt. But she soaked me all the same as she yelled fuck in a husky voice.

She climbed off me and sat on the couch.

“Mmm. Good boy. But now it’s time for my show.” She said. Sprawling on the couch with her legs open. Sipping her own drink as I stood. She smacked my ass.

Needless to say I had no chance of topping that. I started with an unbuttoned shirt, and I didn’t make a fool of myself. I included the pole lightly. And soon was back to her. Grinding on her. Thanks to planning by having my zipper and button undone on my jeans, when I pulled my belt off to loop around her neck, my pants slid to the floor.

“Oh. Hello, Big Bad.” She said as I sprung free. And then started as I tugged the belt, pulling her off the couch onto her knees. Choking up my grip on the belt, I placed a foot on the couch, and guided her lips to my thigh. Slowly I led her up my thigh, her tongue then moving to my balls. She sucked on them with a glint in her eye as her nails lightly trailed along my legs.

I let go of the belt, letting it drop to hang between her breasts. I caught her wrists and lifted them over her head. She was left to use only her tongue and mouth on me. And she did so amazingly. Teasing. Sucking. And with slight maneuvering she buried every inch of me in her mouth and throat. She fucked her own throat on me, her hunger for me sexy as hell. But I was well past control by now.

I pulled out of her mouth and flung her against the couch. She cursed and I knew it hurt. I figured we’d both be sore by tomorrow.

I took the belt back and pressed a hand to the small of her back. Pulling on the belt, I arched her back as she gripped the couch. My cock slid along her leather thong.

“Shove that big fucking cock in me, already.” She gasped in a demanding but slightly strangled tone.

Ok. I let go of her back, angled myself, and thrust into her. She screamed.

“Oh. Fuck yes. Fuck me.” She cried out. And I started pounding into her. She had an absolutely filthy mouth. And when I was pounding her hard and not choking her she was highly vocal. She was slamming herself back into me even as I thrust into her hard enough to rock the couch into the wall. And when I was finally past being able to hold off any longer, she demanded I don’t pull out. Without a second thought I tightened the belt on her throat and continued. Another orgasm rocking her as she felt me explode in her.

We collapsed together in the floor. Both of our legs quivering. Not saying a word for a time. And by mutual, u spoken consent started making out again. She climbed back on me and we 69’ed. Then it was her turn on top.

She took her time at first. Slowly sliding up and down me. My hands moving between gripping her ass and squeezing her breast. Sitting up to suck on them and roll her nipples with my tongue. Soft sighs of pleasure. Building rhythm. Then she had be back on my back. Riding me hard. I could feel her body quiver before an orgasm. And when she collapsed in me, her whole body shaking, I wrapped my arms around her and pounded her from below, not giving her a rest. When it was my time to cum her hand wrapped around my throat, mine wrapped around hers carefully avoiding the thin spiked collar, I pounded into her hard grinding thrusts forcefully enough to buck her off the ground.

We ended up falling asleep in the floor right there.

When we woke from the short nap, we showered, went out to grab some take-out. After eating, we went for another round.

The next day we did finally finish up her bedroom. And broke in her new mattress, starting with a few of the toys out of the bag from the night before we never got to. I found out she had never let anyone play with her ass, although she had pegged a boyfriend or two.

She thoroughly enjoyed letting me use a vibrator on her while licking her little virgin hole.

And we took a picture of her stretched around me, sent it to Samantha’s email with a short message. “You’re still in trouble. Maybe more now.”

Thanks for reading!

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