Seduction Of The Sister-In-Law: A Steamy Lesbian Romance

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What? Oh, no, I've got to catch up on my report today, remember? If it's not done by Monday, it'll be my ass. Would you mind just going by yourself?"

I knew I shouldn't stay in there too long, so I pissed, splashed some water on my face, and got out of there only to find my wife and her sister giggling out on the patio. Yeah, there's nothing like the first bar-b-q." I pulled her into a hug, just to confirm she had no idea what her sister had been doing. Lauren and my wife, Abby, are very close. Since only 14 months separate them, their sisterly relationship also took on a very close, friend-like quality. When I first started dating Abby five years ago, it would have been easy to mistake Lauren for an inseparable friend rather than a younger sister because of their easy, natural connection with each other.She looked up from the desk. She looked so adorable in her horn-rimmed glasses, her well-worn t-shirt and her sweat pants with the waist rolled down a bit. She got up and walked me to the door. "See you later, hon." We kissed. "Have fun." Am I overreacting? I think that my sister-in-law’s actions were rude, disrespectful, indecent, and calculated to cause trouble. What she did is also considered assault in the state where I live.

You know," Lauren's voice broke me from my memories, "if you keep staring at them like that, Abby's going to get pretty upset." She was grating some cheese, the motion swaying her breasts beneath the sleeveless blouse she wore. She finally looked up and said, "you are such a letch sometimes." For a moment I thought I had crossed a line, that she was pissed off at me. But she gave me a knowing smile, glanced over her should to make sure Abby was around, and shimmied for me. "How's that?" Her breasts are perky and firm, with super sensitive nipples that stand out with only the slightest stimulation. They aren't small—she's a good b or c cup depending upon the bra—but they're not large and showy, either. A Wonder Bra can be Abby's secret weapon. Oh? What would you like to say?" She lowered herself onto the other end of the couch and stretched out, looking conspicuously like a lioness on the veldt. I couldn't help noticing that the buttons on her blouse strained against her breasts. These tits?" she said as she let her blouse fall open, exposing a pink, lacy bra and an acre of cleavage. My wife and I were married 32 years ago. I was fortunate to marry into a wonderful family. Her mom and dad were fantastic people as were her siblings. My wife had two younger brothers as well as the baby of the family, Jill. Jill was stunningly beautiful and always pleasant to me as was the entire family. Jill married a fine man but sadly he died in an offshore drilling accident.I felt like I had let her down and I realized I began to panic. "No, it's not that, it's just that, well, I wanted to make sure I got it done for you so I wouldn't have to...I mean so you would have it all, you know, set up." A couple of years ago I married a wonderful woman after living with her for a few years. I am a man in my 70s, and my wife is a few years older than me. She has an older sister who is on her third marriage and has a reputation in my wife’s family for being flirtatious and extremely manipulative. She has been living far away from us and visits three or four times a year. Hey Lauren." Would this be awkward? I wasn't sure what to say. After all, she quite obviously flirted with me. More than flirted, actually, she came on to me. Even worse, I got off on it. "Thanks for coming yesterday. We had a great time."