SIL Secret Pt. 01

My Depraved Life

Sister-in-law Surprise - Chapter 1

Everyone is over 18.

I first met my future sisters-in-law when I was 19. The oldest was my age and the youngest was just 10. I had started dating, and ended up marrying, the middle sister, Lynn.

As little sisters go, the youngest sister-in-law was pretty typical. Always hanging around and being a pain in the ass. Interrupting. Sitting between us. Sticking out her tongue when no one was looking. You know the kind - pains in the butt with pigtails and braces on their teeth.

I started calling her 'Brat' back then and to this day, I still call her that. "Hey, brat" is my usual greeting.

All that changed when she turned 18 and graduated from high school.

She was no longer the pigtailed little sister. Almost overnight, she developed in to quite an attractive woman. Her 'pain the ass' actions changed to flirting with her older sisters' husbands. The oldest sister had gotten married about five months after I married the middle sister. Why we did that to their father, I will never know. That had to be financially painful - paying for two weddings in five months.

As I said, Brat became quite a flirt. It was usually quite innocent teenager stuff. Asking how I liked her new skirt (usually quite short) or her new bathing suit (usually quite small) - things like that. Both older sisters would react as expected and Brat would laugh walking away.

She would come home from college over the summer and lay out in their back yard working on her tan. Usually with her top undone (she did not want any tan lines). But if the other brother-in-law or I was near, she would ask if we would put sunscreen on her back (she did not want to burn either). But when she asked, she managed to raise up enough to expose most of her breast, but never the nipple. Again, quite a flirt and cock tease.

That type of flirting continued until she graduated college and moved to another city. Then we only saw her rarely, mainly on holidays. But when we saw her, the greetings were different. Cheek-to-cheek air kisses became actual kisses on the cheek. Then they moved closer to the mouth. Eventually her greeting kisses would 'accidentally' brush my lips. But then she would lower her face as if she were embarrassed. Then she would raise her eyes, looking directly into mine, and lick her lips or wink.

Hugs started lasting longer. Passing each other in a hallway or doorway became quite interesting. If we were face-to-face, somehow her hand always managed to brush my crotch. If her back was to me, her ass would swing a couple times against my dick. None of this was flagrant or too obvious.

Her flirtations occurred with more caution while at the same time they were more daring. Our F2F passings went from her hand brushing my dick to briefly grabbing it.

At holiday dinners, Brat usually arranged to sit next to me. If she needed to reach for something, she supported herself with the other hand on my thigh, or sometimes my dick. But this was always followed by a slight laugh and, "oops, sorry." There were many dinners where I was glad to be sitting down, hiding an erection under the table.

Because I was married to her sister, her flirting never went any further.

However, a few years after she graduated, my wife and I went out to dinner with what was supposed to be three other couples. Two good friends of ours, Jon and Larry, with their current dates, and Brat with her date.

As it worked out, Brat's date cancelled, and Jon's date cancelled. So, Brat and Jon spent the evening talking and comparing cancelled dates. The next day, each of them called me asking about dating the other. I provided each the other's phone number. and they started dating.

There must have been some connection as they planned 6 dates on their first phone call.

They obviously hit it off because about 2 years later, they got married.

However, while I am still married to her sister, Brat didn't fare so well. She just got divorced about 6 months ago.

While I may technically be married, my wife and I fell into the usual routine and 'take each other for granted' state. We stayed married but lived in separate rooms and pretty much led separate lives. We were more roommates than spouses. I think the last time we had sex was when Bill Clinton was President of the US.

A couple years ago, Brat and the older sister asked my wife, Lynn, to join them for a 'sisters' weekend. I figured shopping, drinking, movies, whatever. But was I ever wrong. Lynn came back from that first sisters' weekend very quiet and withdrawn.

I asked her, 'no fun, huh?'

Her response was a very terse, "I don't want to talk about it."

Well, we'd been married long enough for me to know better than to press the issue. So, I let it slide.

About six months later, the other sisters talked about their upcoming sisters' weekend, but my wife was not interested. I never understood why. When I asked, I was told in no uncertain terms, "I don't want to go."

This really made me curious, because we would get together with her brothers and sisters for what they called a sibling's dinner with siblings and their spouses or significant others. While my wife was subdued, she never refused to go. Why she would do the dinners, but not the weekends, I never understood.

But I decided to find out. So, one day, I drove to Brat's house to ask.

As normal, she greeted me at the door with a lip-brushing kiss and a dick-brushing hug wearing a skirt and a shirt knotted under her breasts.

"What's up? What are you doing over here? Where's Lynn?"

"She's back home. I came by to ask you a question. I've been meaning to ask for a while, and since I was in the neighborhood, I thought I'd stop by."

"Seriously, it must be one helluva question or your definition of neighborhood extends to 50 miles."

"Yeah, well...I want to know what happened at the sister's weekend when Lynn went with you and Julia. She came home terribly upset and wouldn't talk about it."

Brat turned red and smiled before she turned to walk back into the house.

"This will require wine. White or red?"

"What have you got open?"

"Just pulled the cork on a nice California cab."

"Sounds perfect."

Brat grabbed the bottle and her glass. I grabbed a glass off the rack and followed her into the living room.

She filled my glass and sat down on the couch curling her legs under her and causing her already short skirt to rise even higher on her bare legs. Brat did have great legs.

Brat took a sip of wine and looked at me, "Julia and I have been doing the sisters weekend for a while. But never thought Lynn would be interested. We asked once and she said she didn't have the money. So, we quit asking. However, after some things she said about feeling left out, we decided to ask her again. This time she accepted."

"I know. But what happened?"

"First, let me explain. The sisters' weekends were a chance for Julia and me to get closer..."

"Closer?"

"Very close," Brat paused before continuing. "Julia and I have been lovers since I turned 18. Lynn never took any of the hints we dropped at various times, so we never asked again. But something she told me a while back made me think it may be time to invite her."

As it turned out, my wife had mentioned our sex life, or actually a lack of sex life, to Brat in passing. Not complaining, just a casual comment while washing dishes after a family dinner. After she got divorced, Brat remembered that discussion and set out to change my wife's celibate status.

"We tried to bring her in slowly, but obviously we didn't go slow enough. The first night, we jumped in the hot tub and took our tops off. Your wife didn't. It was just the three of us women, and she acted like there were men around."

"I can believe that."

"We tried everything...wine, accidentally brushing her breasts, kisses on the cheek. Nothing worked. So, Julia and I decided we wouldn't waste our weekend because of her. After breakfast the next morning, we told her what the weekends were really about and asked outright if she wanted to join in. Not surprisingly, she said no. She basically stayed in her room the rest of the day, that night and the next day until we left. She didn't speak all the way home and has barely spoken to either of us since then."

Wow, I had no idea. But the images running through my head were making me hot...and hard.

"Damn, Brat. That was the last thing I expected to hear."

"You asked. Why are you smiling?"

"Pictures are running through my mind. My imagination is making me pretty hot...almost too hot. Your skirt and that shirt aren't helping."

She smiled and said, "There is no such thing as too hot. But maybe you would cool down if I took the shirt off." As she started to undo the knot, I noticed she was not wearing a bra. Not that she needed one. Her breasts were very firm. They looked great under the shirt.

"Whoa, wait a minute. That's not what I meant."

"What's the matter, you don't like my breasts?"

"I've never seen them. And I doubt your sister would want me to see them now."

"I won't tell if you don't." She smiled and opened the blouse and let it fall from her shoulders. Her tits did look good. Little sag, rock hard nipples...just the right size to nibble on.

"Well, you certainly look like you are much cooler now. But I don't think that will help me cool down."

"You're right, "she said reaching for her shirt. "Maybe I should put this back on. But since I know that you and sis haven't had sex in a while, I though you may enjoy this."

"Oh, I do, so don't put that back on, on my account."

I may be dumb, but I'm not stupid. I love a nice set of tits, and Brat had a very nice set.

"If you are more comfortable that way, I'm not one to complain. But it will make it hard to concentrate on talking and make me a bit uncomfortable." Thinking of how hard I was getting in my jeans.

Brat walked over and rubbed my cock through my jeans, "I can see that you are getting uncomfortable. And concentrating on conversation doesn't seem to be the only thing hard. Anything I can do to help?"

"Lots of things come to mine, but the fact I'm still married to your sister trumps them all."

"When was the last time you fucked my sister?"

"Excuse me? That's not really something we should discuss, but it's been years since we've slept together. Of course, you know that."

"I know. She told me. Well, it's been years for me too. My ex and I hadn't had sex for at least two years before the divorce. That was a big part of it. And I've only been with Julia since then. No cock. So, the way I see it, we are the perfect solution to each other's problem. No messy affairs. We keep it in the family."

"And if the family finds out?"

"They won't from me. But I am climbing the walls and need to get fucked."

"Such language. Did you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

"No, I had better uses for it." Then she reached over and pulled my mouth up to hers. Her tongue attacked the inside of my mouth.

She then stepped back with her breasts in her hands offering them to me...to touch...to suck...

"Sure you're not interested?"

What can I say? It seemed to be the perfect solution.

Standing up and reaching out and brushing her nipples with my hands, I grabbed her shoulders and brought her mouth back to mine. Our tongues battled for supremacy of our mouths. She dropped one hand and started rubbing my cock again.

"Wouldn't you feel more comfortable taking those jeans off? I'll show you one of the best uses for my mouth. And it's not kissing my mother."

Without answering, I unbuckled my belt and undid the button on my jeans. Before I could reach the zipper, her hand was there. "I'll take it from here." After she undid the zipper, she knelt to slide my jeans down my legs. Being the gentlemen, I stepped out of them. Then she reached for my boxers and pulled them down, freeing my cock which was right at face level and rock hard.

Needing no invitation, she touched the tip with her tongue and then leaned forward and took most of it in her mouth in one gulp. Grabbing my ass with both of her hands, she bobbed her head back and forth taking my cock down her throat, then pulling back until only the head was in her mouth.

Releasing the head, she stood up and shoved her tongue down my throat, "Still have doubts?"

"If I did, you sucked them all away. But now it's my turn. I need to return the favor. I can put my mouth to good use also."

Still kissing her, I went to reach down under her skirt, and only felt skin. I pulled my head back and looked down, she was completely naked. Her skirt was pooled around her feet on the floor. When did that happen?

I leaned over and took a nipple in my lips, touching the tip with my tongue. Then I took the other nipple in my mouth but sucked this one hard. I could feel her breath draw in. I reached down between us and only discovered more skin, no hair. OMG, she shaved. Was that for me? Or is she always like that? She couldn't have known I was coming over, or was it cumming over?

She must shave regularly.

This time, I was the one on knees with my tongue attacking that bare pussy.

"Don't stop...it's been too long since a guy ate me."

My tongue separated her lips, and I could feel the heat and moisture pouring from her. Her hips rocked forward trying to drive my tongue further in.

"Don't stop...I'm so close..."

I licked up and just as she started to react, I gently bit her protruding clit and felt her quake in orgasm as her pussy gushed in my mouth.

I stood and grabbed her shoulders again. But instead of kissing her, I spun her around so her back was to me. When I reached around for her breasts, I could tell she was still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Despite that, she reached between us and grabbed my cock. She rubbed it up and down on her ass. I slid my hands down her stomach to down between her legs and slipped a finger into her pussy. It was dripping. So, I added a second.

"Your fingers feel so good...and your cock is so hard."

"Your pussy feels so good and tight wrapped around my fingers."

"It will feel even better wrapped around your cock."

The way she was rubbing my cock on her ass, told me something. "You must like it from behind. Do you like standing up or on your hands and knees?

"Yes," was her only reply.

I took her arms and held them up as I pinned her against the glass in the door. I was glad it faced into her breezeway because she was completely naked and exposed with her tits crushed again the glass. I bent my legs slightly allowing my cock to slide down her ass and wedge between her legs. Automatically, she pushed her hips back changing the angle and allowing my cock to enter her warm wet opening.

Both of us shivered from the feeling. She was very wet but very tight. My cock filled her and as I thrust my hips forward, she pushed back again. We both wanted me as deep as could be.

Other than my hands holding her hands up over her head, only our groins were connected...and moving. Both of us enjoying the feel of her pussy gripping my cock.

"Tell me when you're close..."

She pulled her right arm free of my hand and buried her hand between her legs. She ravaged her clit, and I could tell she was getting very close.

"Close...close..."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Keep fucking me, just like that. Yes, harder...deeper...now, in me, now...cum! I want to feel it."

Her orgasm hit as my cock began to shoot rope after rope up inside of her. But she suddenly pulled away and spun around and dropped to her knees.

"On my tits...I want you to cum on my tits."

I wrapped my hand around my cock and kept stroking as the last few streams shot out toward her tits. One missed her tits and hit her face. She smiled as that rope struck.

When it appeared I was done, she took my cock in her mouth giving it a couple quick sucks and a lick or two. What cum she had sucked out dribbled out of her mouth unto her tits. She rubbed it in and looked up smiling, "can't waste any."

As she stood, she grabbed my limp dick and began to stroke it. "Ready for round two?"

"It will be a while. I don't reload as quickly as I used to."

"Maybe I can help. What's your favorite fantasy?" She asked as she continued to stroke my cock.

"Same as every man. Watching two women together and being able to join in."

"Doing what?"

"Kissing of course."

"Just kissing?"

Her hand was starting to drive me crazy and my cock was starting to react.

"What about them touching each other."

I quickly replied, "That would be so hot."

"What about licking each other?"

"Hotter still!"

Her hand slowly was speeding up as she asked, "What about kissing and licking at the same time?"

"69? Even hotter...approaching the boiling point?

"What if I could arrange that?"

I could feel my cock reacting to her hand getting harder and harder.

"That would be a fantasy fulfilled. Do you have a friend in mind?"

I knew she had a couple of very hot friends, but I couldn't remember names.

"Wouldn't you enjoy it more if it was me and my sister?"

My cock reacted again, but the wrong way. At that thought, I started losing my erection. "You'd never get Lynn to agree to something like that. She won't even have sex with me."

"I wasn't thinking of Lynn. Don't forget. I have two sisters."