The best part of Christmas since I married my wife has always been my sister-in-law. Every year we gather at their parents’ house, and I spend most of my time furtively shooting glances at Cristin, hoping to catch a glimpse of cleavage or even better, a brief upskirt shot. This year, as fate would have it, we sat crammed on the couch: two kids on the end, then me, Cristin, and my wife.
She’s always had a certain trashiness to her, but damn, is she sexy. Think Gal Gadot from the trailer park… dark sultry eyes, teasing mouth, and hips just begging to be grabbed from behind. As our thighs rubbed against each other for the better part of two hours, my cock must’ve started to get hard at least a half dozen times. We were uncomfortably close, but still… not close enough.
It was some relief then, when the presents were opened, and the kids and parents vacated the living room for some fresh air outside.
“You coming outside to watch Scotty play with his new drone thingy?” my wife asked.
Not exactly, I thought.