My wife's family has always
been odd. Backwoods country
with backwoods manners. I'm
often surprised my wife is the
result as she has always been
polite and always presented
herself as a lady. Her younger
sister Liz, on the other hand, is
every bit the expected result of
her parents. Fun girl, but too
experienced for her 16 years.
Well too comfortable with
saying "fuck".
Liz got herself into trouble
back home and it was decided
that she would live with my
wife and I in another state. She
craved physical attention and
would often sit leaning against
one of us. It wasn't
uncommon for her to push me
when walking past or tackle
me when on the floor or sofa.
My wife thought it was cute
and funny that she was so
attached to me and would
encourage the playful banter.
The playfulness began to
change somewhat, but it was
never anything specific. When
she rolled over on top of me,
she would quietly stare. Again,
nothing specific, but long
enough to take notice. Her
hands would wander a bit.
Never inappropriate, but on
places they've never been like
my inner thighs and lower
abdomen.
One night, she was being
especially nice to me. I was
laying face down on our bed
talking to my wife sitting next
to me. Liz was straddling my
legs and massaging my upper
back. This wasn't uncommon.
In fact, it became fairly routine
for her to give me a massage.
I was so deep into the
massage and conversation
that it took me a while a
realize something. I could feel
her on the back of one of my
legs where she was straddling.
I wasn't feeling the fabric of
clothes, but bare skin under
her short robe. I did my best to
carry on the conversation, but
all that was on my mind was
her on my leg. I could clearly
feel stubble from where she
recently shaved. I tried to tell
myself that she wasn't aware
of what she was doing and
tried to scoot forward to get
myself out of that position, but
she planted her weight on my
leg to let me know she wasn't
finished.
She released her weight and
sat up a bit. I could feel the
cool air on my now wet leg
before she pressed down
against me again. Not wanting
my wife to know what was
happening, I tried to put a
stop of it, thanking her for the
massage and saying how
much better my back felt.
Being the playful girl she is, Liz
said "You're welcome." Before
smashing my face into the bed
and slowly sliding down the
back of my leg leaving a trail of
her wetness. She then went off
to her room leaving me in
conversation with my wife and
trying to figure out what just
happened.
The next morning was just a
normal day. As if nothing
happened. My wife went to
work and I drove Liz to school.
I really expected her to
mention something about the
night before, but she was
talking about everything but
that. I tried to bring it up, but
she pretended she didn't
know what I was talking
about. We arrived at her school
before I could get her to talk
about it. The next few weeks at home
were about the same. Nothing
happened like before, but it
was obvious something
changed, but not really in a
bad way. We were all getting
along just as well as before.
One night, I was lying on my
back in bed talking to my wife
again. There was a huge pile
of laundry next to me that my
wife was folding. We were
talking about her mother once
again asking to borrow
money.
Liz came in wearing her short
robe. Her hair wet from her
shower. She started to help my
wife fold the clothes while
adding to the conversation.
Occasionally, stopping to
throw a piece of clothing at my
face which I did my best to
ignore. After a few minutes of
clothes piling on my head, I
took the whole pile and tossed
it at Liz.
She took that as a challenge
and immediately jumped and
straddled me. My wife jokingly
told her not to hurt me which
further instigated and she got
rougher. She grabbed me by
the wrists pushing all her
weight against them. When
she sat up it took her a
moment to notice her robe
opened just enough for me to
see her cleavage all the way to
her waist. My wife didn't see,
but I certainly did. Liz caught
me looking and laughed while
closing and tying her robe.
I did my best to think about
something else, but my mind
was stuck on what I just saw
and my dick began to swell.
She again leaned forward
pressing my wrists against the
bed. Her face leaned in close
and she just stared into my
eyes. My wife was barely
paying attention to us by then
and was watching the news
on TV.
Liz released her grip from my
wrists and untucked her robe
from behind her before sitting
back down against me. I
panicked from what I felt. My
dick was now hard and found
its way through the front of
my boxer shorts. It was being
pinned down by her naked
pussy.
I began to struggle, but the
more I struggled the harder
she held me down.
Throughout the struggle, she
would discreetly slide her
pussy up and down the length
of my dick. I could feel her
wetness growing and building
on me. She continued to laugh
and give the impression
nothing was happening all the
while wetly grinding against
my exposed dick.
My wife glanced over a few
times, added to the fire with a
few comments before looking
back at the TV. From her angle
and blocked by the stack of
unfolded clothes, she was
unable to see what was
happening. Liz leaned over while still
holding my wrists and pressed
her face into my neck. She
trailed her pussy down the
length of my dick before
sliding back up. She lifted up
slightly positioning the head of
my dick against the opening of
her wet pussy and just left it
there slowly moving in circles.
I tried to get her to release my
wrists, but her grip held tight. I
pressed my arms up against
her to push her off, but the
more I pushed, the more she
pressed her pussy against the
head of my dick. It was as if
she wanted me to push into
her first. I did my best to avoid
that, but there is only so much
I could take.
The head of my dick was just
between her wet lips and she
teased it with tiny movements.
For a girl her age, she
demonstrated incredible pussy
control as she gently squeezed
the tip of my cock with her
pussy lips.
I couldn't stand it anymore
and pressed my dick against
her giving her just an inch. She
bit into my neck as I felt her
pussy pulsing and gripping me
tighter.
She moved her face in front of
mine and again we just stared.
Without saying a word, we
agreed that we weren't
stopping. Her eyes remained
locked to mine as I pushed up
against her hands. As I pushed
her sitting up, her eyebrows
went up and her mouth
slacked open as my entire
length was pressed into her.
Neither one of us moved, but
my dick twitched inside her
and I could still feel her pussy
squeezing in pulses. She was
the first to break the silence by
laughing out loud. I think it
was nervous laughter, but I
laughed with her.
Neither one of us thought this
situation through and we
were both too scared to move
since my wife was there next
to us. Neither of us wanted to
stop, but neither of us knew
what to do next. My wife
unintentionally did us a favor
by telling us she needed to go
downstairs to get another load
of laundry started and move
clothes to the dryer. Telling us
not to hurt each other as she
left.
As soon as we heard her on
the stairs, Liz began to fuck me
with a passion and intensity I
haven't felt since a teenager.
We were both breathing so
heavy, but trying to be so quiet
so we can hear my wife
coming up the stairs. My hips
were slapping her ass with
each upward thrust. We knew
we didn't have much time as
we both tried to rush our
orgasms.
Liz began to shake, then her
body stiffened as I felt her
pussy began to tighten. Her
breathing was forceful and
she almost looked pained.
After I was sure she finished, I
began to take hard full strokes,
pulling out just to the tip
before thrusting deep into her.
I was telling myself that my
wife would be back any
second and I slowed my
thrusting. When I heard her
still downstairs in the laundry
room, I resumed my deep
stroking until I could feel my
orgasm building. Again not
thinking this through, I didn't
know what to do with it. Liz
sensing I was close made that
decision for me and pressed all
of her weight onto my dick as
I erupted deep inside her.
Moments later, we heard the
lid to the washing machine
close. Liz threw her leg over
me and I got my first look at
her pussy. My dick was still
buried in her and her lips were
so pink and swollen.
My wife came in the bedroom
just as I was coming out from
the bathroom after cleaning
myself.
That was a few weeks ago. We
haven't done anything since
and we never talked about it.
The closest we've come to
even acknowledging it was me
asking her if I needed to
apologize and her saying you
only need to apologize for
things you're sorry for.
