Sexy Sister-in-law Moved in with Me

Sexy Sister-in-law Moved in with Me

Sister-in-law, Gina, moved in with her brother-in-law, Scotty, after her husband, Hank, his brother, died of COVID.

An unexpected pleasure after the sad and lingering sorrow from the death of my big brother, no longer able to afford to pay her rent and her own way, my sister-in-law, Gina, asked if she could move in with me. Not even having to think about it, how could I say no to my brother's widow? Honestly and admittedly, sexually attracted to her for years, I've had a secret crush on her when my brother was dating her.

I remembered how she looked ten-years ago. She was beautiful. She was hot. She was sexy. She was intelligent. She was funny.

With every one not perfect, even though she had tiny breasts, she was shapely. Able to get over her small breasts, I hoped she looked the same way today. I was so excited to have Gina, the love of my life, live with me.

With her three-years older than me, I was an 18-year-old high school senior and she was a junior in college. With her considering me a teenager and my big brother an adult, college coeds never looked twice at someone who hasn't graduated from high school yet. Popular with the guys in high school, she was the head cheerleader, and the prom queen. Everyone loved her because she was so pretty, and was a kind, sweet, and loving person.

In college she ice skated, participated in swimming events, ran indoor, outdoor, and cross country track, and did gymnastics. What I remember most about her, other than her beautiful face, she had the perfect ass. With me not an ass man but a breast man, but she had the shapeliest ass that I have ever seen on a woman. She had short, toned legs, and a flat, muscular stomach.

She had a body much like Simone Biles, albeit 5" taller than her. Everyone in school called her, 'The Body.' Only, she had no tits. She was as flat as a board. With her not needing to wear a bra, and she didn't wear a bra, all she had were nipples, big nipples. Instead of staring at her eyes, I stared at her erect nipples that poked through her top. Her nipples made up for her not having breasts.

Even though I have a fascination with breasts, the bigger the better, I've always liked Gina. No, I've always loved Gina. Admiring her, I secretly adored her. I danced with her at their wedding. I turned her away from the crowd, while dancing with her as if she was my newly wedded wife instead of my sister-in-law. Unable to control my horniness, especially with my dream woman in my arms, I rested my horny hands at the top of her shapely ass as we danced.

Then, as soon as the music stopped and we stopped dancing, daring myself to do so, I quickly lowered my hands to cup and squeezed her firm ass with both of my hands through her wedding dress. Sexually inappropriate with my new sister-in-law, hoping she didn't notice when I did, hoping she didn't slap me, she surprised me by smiling up at me. If she wasn't beautiful before, she was even more beautiful when she smiled.

Then, surprising me, instead of slapping me and/or admonishing me for cupping and squeezing her ass through her wedding dress, she stood on her toes, put her arm around my neck, pulled me down to her, and kissed me on my lips. I couldn't believe that my brother's newly wedded wife kissed me on my lips. Squeezing her shapely ass again, her lips felt so soft and her buttocks felt so shapely firm.

'My sexy sister-in-law kissed me. I'll be masturbating over cupping her ass, squeezing her ass, and her kissing me for the rest of my horny life,' I thought.

# # #

Sadly, not wanting to see them leave, they moved to California as soon as they were married. I haven't seen my brother and his wife in 10-years. With her extraordinarily beautiful then, remembering her pretty face and her shapely body, I wondered what she looked like now.

With her thirty-one-years-old now, maybe she no longer ice skated, swam, ran track, and/or did gymnastics. With her short, barely 5' 3" tall, maybe she got fat. A short, fat woman with no tits is hardly my kind of woman.

I've always been attracted to tall women with big breasts. Yet, the purpose of her moving in with me wasn't for me to have sex with her, it was to help her in her time of need by giving her a place to live. I need to remove the thoughts of seeing her naked and having sex with her, my brother's widow, out of my mind.

Perfect timing, after breaking up with my live-in girlfriend, lonely and alone, and with me having a spare bedroom, it would be wonderful to have her as company. Never wanting a roommate, yet, I missed having someone to talk to, laugh with, watch a movie with, play a board game, or go for a walk. My perfect companion, Gina, would be my preferred roommate. Hoping that she still looked the same, even without her having big breasts, she's still my dream woman.

Embarrassed to admit, with me a masturbation machine back then, I lost count how many times I masturbated over my brother's girlfriend as an 18-year-old teenager. I stroked myself even more while imagining her naked and him having sex with her after they married. It sickened me to imagine him making out with her, making love to her, and fucking her.

I wished it was my cock that she sucked instead of my brother's prick. Wishing she was with me instead of with my brother, even after I had a girlfriend, I continued masturbating over Gina while imagining her naked and having sex with her. If she had shown any interest in me, I would have married her if I could have. Only, I was just an 18-year-old teenager, my brother's kid brother. Even though I always looked at her in that forbidden way, she never looked at me in that sexual way.

'Gina, I love you,' I thought while waiting for her at the airport. 'I've always loved you. No matter what you look like now, even if you only have one arm or one leg, I will never stop loving you until the day that I die,' I thought.

Hopefully, helping me through my depression of losing my only brother, grieving together, she could tell me stories of what they've been doing since they've been married. They didn't have any kids. A mutual decision, they decided that they preferred traveling than to tie themselves down with children. Many couples are doing that today, not having children, saving money, and traveling instead of saving for their children's college tuitions.

# # #

Filled with sexual anticipation of seeing her again, eager to see her, I impatiently waited at the airport to greet her and to give her a ride to my house. I bought her a bouquet of yellow roses, her favorite colored rose. She'll be shocked to know that I remembered her favorite flower.

Beyond being excited, I couldn't wait to see her again. Unable to imagine what she looked like after ten, long years; as if she was emerging from prison instead of moving from California, I hoped she still looked hot. Yet, knowing that she wouldn't look the same, everyone changes and ages, especially after ten, long years. Nonetheless, even if only my sexual fantasy, I'd love to live with what I remember my sister-in-law looked like back then.

Quite certain that she's not doing gymnastics now, Gina was a proficient gymnast. Something that I proudly told everyone; she tried out for the Olympic team but wasn't chosen. She's a little bit of a thing, barely 5' 3" tall. I've never dated a woman who was shorter than 5' 7" tall. With me 6' 4" tall, my perfect height for a woman, I've dated women as tall as 6' tall without heels. If ever I married a 6' tall woman, we'd have giant children, children even taller than Baron Trump.

In the way Simone Biles had stunted her growth from doing gymnastics for years, no doubt, Gina had stunted her growth, too. Nevertheless, I hoped she still looked the same today as she did then. Thinking back, I remembered her having long, brown, beautiful hair, big, brown eyes, a tight, shapely ass, and tiny breasts.

When the passengers emerged from the off ramp, I scanned the crowd for a short, flat chested woman with long, brown hair. Then, when I saw her, not immediately recognizing her, and when I finally did recognize her, with her high heels, she was 5' 6" tall, had shoulder length, brown hair, and gained about ten or fifteen pounds from her 100 pound gymnast weight.

# # #

Something not difficult to notice, something that shocked and excited me, and something that I stared at, flat chested Gina had enormous breasts. Clearly silicone implants, her gigantic tits had to be, at least, a double D cup if not a triple D, an F cup. Her tits were as huge as they were shapely.

'Oh, my God,' I thought. 'Gina has tits, big tits. I loved her more now than I ever loved her before.'

When looking at her, the first thing that anyone notices of her are her humongous breasts. Actually, now that she had breasts, big breasts, I only wished she was taller. Yet, as long as she continued wearing her high heels, I'd be okay with pretending my short sister-in-law is my girlfriend instead of my guest, and my roommate.

Even for me, the big breast man, overkill, her massive breasts looked a bit ridiculous on such a small body. Had she had blonde hair, she'd look like a much younger version of Dolly Parton, or Coco Austin, Ice-T's busty, whore of a wife. Proudly showing off her man made assets, she wore a low-cut top with a plunging neckline that showed the tops of her jiggling breasts and her long line of sexy cleavage. With her being called, 'The Body,' before, now that she has huge breasts, she'd still be referred to as 'The Body,' again now.

'Oh, my God,' I thought while staring at her big boobs before sticking up my arm to wave her over.

"Gina," I said, waving to her and calling to her.

# # #

As if I was her husband or her boyfriend instead of her brother-in-law, as soon as she saw me, smiling wildly, she ran over to me with her carry-on bag. As if we were in an Irish Spring soap commercial, I watched her huge breasts bouncing up and down and swaying side to side as she ran. As if she was the bachelorette on the Bachelorette television show, surprising me, she launched herself at me. Taking me by surprise, I held out the flowers with one hand, good thing she was so light as I never could have caught her in my arms with my other hand.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, wrapped her arms around my neck, and gave me a big hug while squishing her panty clad pussy against my stomach and her big breasts against my chest. Then, continuing to surprise me, she stared into my hazel eyes, gave me a big, and a long kiss on my lips. Daring myself to do so, I so wanted to part her lips with my tongue and French kiss her but I controlled myself from doing that. The second time she kissed me, it was enough that she kissed me. I'll be masturbating over her kissing me later tonight.

When she climbed off of me with her short skirt bunched up and pushed all the way up to her waist, and her short legs wide open before she jumped down, I stared at all that she was showing. I continued staring at all that I was seeing. Not immediately noticing that she was exposed, before having the time to push down her short skirt, she flashed me her bright white, bikini panties and her panty clad crotch. The first time I saw my sister-in-law's sexy lingerie, I felt faint with sexual excitement.

Then, when she leaned forward to push down her short skirt, she gave me a down blouse view of her low-cut bra, the tops of her humongous breasts, and her long line of sexy cleavage. I couldn't believe that in just the few minutes that I was with her, I've already seen an upskirt peek of her panties and a down blouse view of breasts. If this was a sample of how things would be living with my sister-in-law, I couldn't wait to live with her.

Becoming a masturbation machine again, I'll be masturbating every morning and every night while imagining Gina without her clothes and having sex with me. With her looking the same after ten-years, I was so happy. My longtime dream is coming true, even if we were married or boyfriend and girlfriend, nevertheless, she'd be living with me. Gina, the love of my life, would be my roommate for however long she'd like to stay.

Except for her big breasts, I couldn't believe that she looked the same. She hadn't aged a day. I have been alone and lonely since I broke up with my girlfriend. With Gina living with me, I couldn't wait to talk to her, laugh with her, grieve with her over my brother, her husband, watch a movie with her, play games with her, and go for walks with her. Never did I imagine that I'd be living with Gina, my sexy sister-in-law, who was now my seven-day a week, 24-you're a day companion.

# # #

As soon as she climbed off of me, I handed her the bouquet of roses.

"Yellow roses," she said sniffing the flower and then looking up at me. "My favorite."

She looked up at me and smiled as if I was her husband, her boyfriend, and/or her lover instead of her brother-in-law.

"Scotty," she said. "You haven't changed a bit," she said, giving me her big, beautiful smile. "You look the same," she said, taking a step back to stare up at me.

My brother was 6' 2" tall and I'm 6' 4" tall. With me so tall, I've never been with a woman who was less than 5' 7" tall. With her looking so young, no doubt, because she was so small, we looked like father and daughter walking through the airport instead of brother-in-law and sister-in-law.

"You look even more beautiful now than you did ten-years ago," I said complimenting her to give me an excuse to stare at the side of her enormous breasts through her blouse and bra.

Unable to stop staring, I continued staring at her giant boobs. I had a difficult time looking up at her eyes. Instead, I talked to her tits.

# # #

The first night that Gina stayed with me, never expecting to see as much of her as I saw, she shocked me as much as she sexually excited me. As if she was a shorter version of a Victoria's Secrets model but without the wings, she emerged from her bedroom wearing her low-cut sheer, white brassiere, her white, sheer, bikini panties, and her high heel shoes. I rubbed my eyes to see if I was seeing things or imagining things. Then, I pinched myself to see if I was dreaming.

"Ow," I said, glad that I wasn't dreaming.

Unable to remove my eyes from her standing before me in her sexy lingerie, all that I could do was to stare. Even though I've stroked myself over seeing her in her panties and bra lots of times, I never expected to see my sexy sister-in-law in her underwear. If she wasn't beautiful enough before, she was even more beautiful in her sexy lingerie.

Now, I knew why she was called, 'The Body.' She had an unbelievable body. Covering it with my hand, immediately, I had a throbbing erection when seeing Gina in her revealing lingerie.

As she walked closer to me, while smiling, I stared at what I could see of her darker pink areolas through her sheer brassiere. I stared at her big, lighter pink, erect nipples. I stared at all that I could see of her beautiful pussy through her panties. I stared at her pussy mound, her camel toe, her pussy slit, and her patch of dark brown, trimmed pubic hair through her sheer panties.

"Wow," I said.

# # #

I thought of the Levirate marriage custom where the brother is obligated to marry his brother's widow. Only, with me not part of a clan, I didn't subscribe to that tradition. Nonetheless, after seeing her in her sexy bra and panties, I would definitely marry Gina if only she'd agree to marry me.

She laughed. Then, she looked down at herself before looking up at me. She gave me that big, beautiful smile again.

"I hope you don't mind," she said standing in front of me with her arms by her sides while in her sexy underwear. "I hope you don't think that I'm an exhibitionistic whore," she said, biting her lip. "I don't own a bathrobe or a nightgown," she said with a shrug and a nervous, little laugh.

She looked down at herself again before looking up at me and smiling.

"When I was with your brother, with it so hot in California, and with us working from home, I hung around the house in the nude. I loved being naked. I did the housekeeping and the cooking naked," she said with a laugh. "I slept in the nude, too. Living like nudists, we could have been nudists," she said with a sexy laugh. "I lost count how many times when his friends saw something of me that he shouldn't have seen," she said with a dirty laugh.

Clearly feeling awkwardly embarrassed and/or ashamed, she looked down at herself before looking up at me. Then, she wrapped her arms around her bra clad breasts.

"I figured that when wearing my panties and bra that I'm covered, more than some of my ice skating, cheerleading costumes, running attires, bikinis when swimming, and gymnastics outfits," she said with a dirty, little laugh. "With women's sports all about sex, in the way that men forced women to dress when participating in sports, especially with my ass cheeks totally exposed when wearing a bathing suit thong, I always felt naked," she said.

She let out a little chuckle.

"Not wanting to embarrass you or make you feel uncomfortable, I hope you don't mind if I hang around your house in my underwear," she said with a nervous, little laugh. "Other than being naked, I'm comfortable like this."

She looked down at herself again before she looked up at me to give me another big smile. Glad that she continued looking down at herself, she gave me the opportunity to stare longer and harder at her in her bra and panties.

# # #

"Don't be silly, Gina," I said. "Me casa su casa. If you're more comfortable naked, as long as you don't mind me taking photos and shooting videos," I said with a dirty laugh. "I'm fine with seeing you without your clothes."

She laughed.

"I bet you would. You're just like your brother, and his friends," she said. "His drunken friends were always saying sexually inappropriate things to me."

She looked at me with embarrassment.

"Always peeping in the windows, they were always trying to catch me naked. I'm sad to say that his friends caught me without my clothes more than a few times. I suspect that your brother wanted them to see me naked," she said with shame.

She looked at me as if she was about to cry.

"Then, as soon as they started with the shots, especially when I got my new breasts, they were always touching me, feeling me, groping me, and trying to kiss me. After Hank died, I needed to leave there before they raped me," she said with sadness.

# # #

As if we were already a couple, she sat on the couch next to me in her sexy underwear.

"Do you have any wine," she asked? "I could use a drink."

I stood from the couch.

"I do. Red or white," I asked?

She smiled.

"White wine, please," she said.

I opened a bottle of white wine, poured her a glass, and poured myself a double shot of single malt scotch, neat. I needed a drink, too, after seeing Gina in her sexy underwear. I handed her wine and sat on the other end of the couch with her.

"You can sit closer to me, Scott. I don't bite," she said with a little laugh.

While wanting to touch her, feel her, fondle her, kiss her, make out with her, while slowly undressing her and stripping her naked, I moved closer to her. She grabbed a throw and put it over our laps. Then, she shivered.

"Suddenly, I feel cold," she said. "I'm never cold."

I laughed.

"This isn't California," I said with a little laugh. "I can't believe that I'm saying this because I'd much rather see you in your revealing lingerie but, maybe, it's time that you went shopping for a nightgown and a robe," I said with a laugh.

She returned my laugh with her laugh.

"Until then, we can cuddle," I said, putting my arm around her shoulders and rubbing her shoulders to warm her. "In the meantime, I have plenty of flannel shirts you can wear," I said with a laugh.