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[Lustful_Intentions]

"Jason? It's time to get up, seriously." The hand on my shoulder, jarring me for what I was later told was the third time, did more to wake me than the voice did. However, it was my wife's rather sharp tone that brought me quickly from barely roused slumber to eyes open, mentally pausing to remember where I was.

Realizing that we were in Karen's childhood bedroom, my nearly 6 foot frame folded into a full-sized bed, gave me enough reason to wave my wife of almost a decade away, quietly dismissing her by asking "Isn't this supposed to be our week off? Why would you be pulling me out of bed at the crack of dawn?"

The response was the back of her hand delivered sharply between my shoulder blades, not hard enough to really hurt, but enough to get my clear and undivided attention. "I mean it, Jason. My sister's going to be here in less than an hour, and I'd prefer it if you were at least marginally presentable." While I detested the point, it was fair. Karen's youngest sister was coming home from college for the winter holiday, and after spending a few days skiing with friends, was headed back to the family home.

I'd known her since she was a preteen, and, as her sister's slightly younger boyfriend at the time, had at least enough street cred to form a decent relationship with her. In my late 20s at the time, I still knew enough about what was 'cool' to keep up in a conversation with her. As she got older, Karen and I became more of confidants to the girl, helping her deal with the pitfalls of high school and the like. We'd even taken her on a couple of college visits her junior and senior year, just to allow her to ask some questions of people who'd been to college in the last two decades.

In recent years, that connection had dwindled a bit-for both Karen and myself. Her sister got a bit older, more independent, and, well, so did we. Both of us working corporate jobs that pushed other things like starting a family and going on family vacations to the side also caused us to drift a bit from the youngest one. We'd lament the fact, even as we found ways to make time for her around the holidays. However, with her away from school, I'd noted that it felt silly for us to spend more than a week at her parent's house for only a few days with everyone.

Still, those factors aside, I knew Karen would be happy to see her younger sibling. I would, too.

Acquiescing that my wife was correct, that the least I could do was to grab a shower and give myself a quick shave. Grumbling something to her about buying her folks a bed sized for proper adults as I squeezed past her and into the hall, towel slung over my shoulder, I moved into the small bathroom. Once there, I pushed a hand through my short, dark hair, lamenting to the mirror the appearance of bits of grey around my temples. Karen cracked the door open, knowing I was moving slowly, and prodded me once more, "Jason, come on, I don't want you just stepping out of the shower when she gets here, you know she'll be happy to see us. Get moving."

 

[JenniBean]

So before I post a reply I want anyone reading this to know it is my first rp on Lit. I have done some one on one rps but this feels like having sex on a crowded beach with everyone watching, or maybe nobody reads these and it doesn't matter. Also, I will be playing a character named Cindy who is 21 and in college. Her picture is below (not me but I wish... she is so much more beautiful and sexy)
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Skiing was fun but I couldn't wait to get home. Not that I was dying to see mom and dad, but my sister Karen was going to be there with her husband Jason. Wow is he a hunk. Karen always had the hottest guys even when she was in high school. I don't do so badly myself, but I have always wanted what my sister has and Jason was no exception. Of course I knew that would never happen. They are too much in love. That doesn't keep a girl from dreaming. If Jason only knew the things he did to me in my fantasies he would certainly blush. Heck, they even make me blush.

I arrived and made my grand entrance. Mom and dad hugged me and then Karen. When Jason hugged me I made a point to hold onto him for a little longer than courtesy required and pressed my body shamelessly against his. It had been a long drive so I went to my room to shower and change clothes. I squeezed into a pair of jeans that needed a shoe horn to get on and decided that a bra was optional under the green top I pulled over my head.

Jason was in the kitchen with Karen when I returned. I slid by him accidentally brushing my breast against his arm as I passed. I bent over to get a pan out from the bottom shelf and realized I was giving Jason a perfect view of my butt with my jeans stretched tightly across it. Easy girl, I told myself. Karen is here. When I stood to face them I noticed that my nipples were poking shamelessly through my green top. So much for modesty.

"Anybody else hungry?" I asked pulling the eggs out of the refrigerator. "I'm famished."

 

[Lustful_Intentions]

I was already showered, shaved and dressed in jeans and a slender fitting black t-shirt, with a grey zip up hoodie over top of it, when Cindy came through the door with her usual burst of youthful chaos. Bags slung over her shoulder, dragging snow into the house, she immediately became the center of attention. As the baby, her parents rarely gave her flack about anything, including making a mess of the carpet. It was a courtesy rarely extended to my wife, even in her mid-30s, which I know rankled her to no end.

It further displeased her that Cindy sometimes still seemed to carry a bit of her pre-teen crush on me, though I was more or less willfully oblivious to it. She was still, to my eyes, a full high-schooler younger than me, and though she'd blossomed into a stunning young woman, I'd always been good about keeping the appropriate distance and boundaries, which was harder to do in the in-laws' old 1950's bungalow.

All of that said, it was hard to mute my instinctual reaction when Cindy made a point of holding her slender, lean and feminine form against me. I placed the obligatory kiss on the top of her head, big-brother-in-law like, and told her it was good to see her before she made the move to the shower.

It was that view of Cindy as still a bit of the baby of the family that challenged me in the moments like the one when she waltzed back into the kitchen, dressed casually, but clearly with an intent to show her curves. Without even looking, I could feel Karen bristling a bit at the way Cindy bent to reach the cupboards.

Then again, I glanced over my shoulder, realized Karen was flipping through a news story on her tablet, and couldn't have bothered to pay her little sister the slightest of attention. However, I figured it was only a matter of time before Karen, the Puritan of the family, caught notice of Cindy's nipples, strengthened by the cool air of the refrigerator, and made a snarky comment. Deciding to cut that off, I spoke up, moving from my position at the table across from my wife. "You know, I could stand to have a bit of breakfast. Karen, you hungry? You want to go and check on your parents and see if they want anything?"

I was almost aggressive in the way I helped her out of her chair and guided her out of the room, wanting to be sure I kept my body between her and her sister, just hoping to head off any comments from Karen. Once my wife was out of the room, I turned back to Cindy, determined not to give her the satisfaction of knowing that I'd noticed, or been looking.

"Alright, let's cook!" I say, the excitement in my voice a bit insincere, merely trying to deflect from the way my eyes keep drifting to Cindy's chest. "And while we do, you can tell me how the semester went, and how the ski trip went!" I was trying to leverage the fact that, even with their differences, Karen and I had been a confident to Cindy through much of her teen years, and sometimes, when she wasn't sulking about this or that, I still had a sliver of credibility with her as a non-old person.

 

[JenniBean]

I was glad I hadn’t worn a bra. Jason was having a hard time keeping his eyes away from my nipples. He did his best to hide the way he was glancing at them but he couldn’t fool me. And by looking he made sure they stayed hard. I was also intrigued by how deftly he had pushed Karen out of the kitchen. Did he want to be alone with me? Was he attracted to me? He had never shown any signs in the past despite my juvenile attempts to flirt with him. Oh well. A girl could always hope.

“I got through the semester okay. At least I passed all my classes. That wasn’t so easy because I turned 21 which means I am legal. Ever since I broke up with Mark – you did know that, right – I spent entirely too much time hanging out in bars and clubs. There were some mornings that – well, let’s just say that I wish I hadn’t had so much to drink. Please don’t tell Karen. She’ll just lecture me.”

Jason was frying the eggs while I put some bread in the toaster. I peeked over at Jason who had his back to me. I almost yelled out “nice butt” but I decided that might be a little out of line. I buttered the toast and continued answering his question.

“The ski trip was amazing. Eight of us rented a cottage right near the slopes. We had to give the main room to Matt and Amy because they are a thing so the rest of us spread out among the other two rooms and the couch. We might have partied a little too hard at night but we were still on the slopes by 9 when they opened. One night Amy and Matt went to bed early but the rest of us kept drinking. They got so loud we all stood near the door to listen and tried to suppress our giggles. Finally Mike pounded on the door and said in this really deep voice ‘Hold it down in there’. We all ran back to the front room like we had been there all along. Matt finally came out and called us asshole. We laughed. “

I didn’t tell him the part about how I ended up in Mike’s bed the next morning a little hung over from too much to drink. He knew I was no virgin and hadn’t been since high school, but I didn’t want him to think I was some kind of slut either. I have always been discreet and besides, Mike was someone I had slept with before so it was no big deal.

 

[Lustful_Intentions]

At a minimum, I was sympathetic to Cindy's plea to keep any tales of drunken adventures, or misadventures, from her older sister. Karen was still predisposed to give me a hard time if I stayed out too late with a few of my oldest friends, and I was a grown man who always met his obligations. It was interesting, as Karen wasn't always so Puritanical about such things, but, as we aged, she seemed more and more given over to judging what she deemed to be 'borderline' behaviour.

Nevertheless, I felt the need to reassure my sister-in-law. "Of course, Cindy-there's no need for your sister to know how you're spending your time, and, frankly, it's not my place to tell her. If she wants to know, she knows she can ask you. Or, at least, she's going to have to," I responded with a comforting smile.

As I gave her that comfort, the eggs started to sizzle in the pan, giving the clear sign that a flipping was in order. I flipped the eggs as Cindy let out a bit of a sigh of relief and continued with the story about her trip. I found myself chuckling a bit, the story triggering memories of some of my own times in undergrad. Much like Cindy didn't want to have her stories shared with Karen, I wasn't inclined to give much detail to Cindy, other than a knowing laugh as she talked about teasing their friends.

As she talked about how they crammed into such a small cabin, I was finishing the eggs, my mind drifting to just how she came in that morning-hair tussled, a bit disjointed. No wonder the girl was in a hurry for food-she was probably still nursing a hangover and a bit of sleep deprivation. And, who knows what else she was trying to chase with that many other folks of the opposite sex around.

I shook the idea from my head as I moved away from the stove to get plates. This was my sister-in-law-my baby sister-in-law, no less. Even if I had taken note of her nipples, protruding through the thin fabric of her t-shirt, it wasn't right for me to think of her like that-stripped down, sneaking a bit of sexual pleasure from a friend.

Before I turned back to her, I bit down on my lip, washing the thoughts from my head. 'Not appropriate' I chided myself.

Still, I thought I could get away with letting Cindy know that I could see the marks of a hangover. "Well, it sounds like you had a nice time. Hopefully, the breakfast helps you shake what's left of that hangover. I'm sure two hours in the car didn't." I smiled, poking her in the ribs like I'd done a million times before as I passed her to set the plates on the counter.

"Besides, you need to shake it off-we've never properly celebrated your turning 21. I'm sure there's enough of something in this house for us to make a proper drink or two tonight." I caught myself, realizing how college guys behaved, and what it might sound like I was proposing. "I'm sure I can even get Karen to join us for one before she calls it a night tonight."

 

[JenniBean]

Jason seemed unshakeable. I kept trying to get him to notice me as more than his wife’s younger sister but he wasn’t taking the bait. Okay, so he glanced at my hard nipples poking through my blouse but what man wouldn’t? I briefly thought he was proposing we get drunk together that night but he quickly brought Karen into the picture. She certainly wouldn’t put up with that. Not that I was planning to do anything other than tease him and get him to notice me for the woman I had become. I wouldn’t hurt Karen. On the other hand, what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

As we were cleaning the dishes I took one last shot at breaking through his seemingly tough exterior.

“Did I tell you why Mark and I stopped dating? One of my classes got cancelled so I decided to surprise him with an afternoon visit. I knew his roommate would be gone and that Mark had that period free and figured some hot afternoon sex was just the thing the doctor ordered. I got to his room and heard loud moans coming from inside. I opened the door. My jaw dropped. Mark had Suzi Blake’s legs pinned to her shoulders and was thrusting wilding into her while her fingers raked his back.”

I stopped talking and turned away from the sink to look at Jason before I continued.

“Do you know what he said? It was so cliché. He said, ‘Cindy, it’s not what it looks like. I can explain.’ I almost laughed. He was fucking her and trying to tell me it wasn’t what it looked like. I slammed the door, went across the street and got thoroughly drunk at The Purple Frog. I also got my revenge with a friend from one of my classes but regretted it the next morning. Revenge is so petty and using a friend like that bothered me a lot. Anyway that was the end of Mark.”

I thought I detected a reaction when I used the word ‘fuck’ but I wasn’t sure. I decided to add one last bit of enticing detail that I hoped would at least have him wondering.

“I was upset for a few days because Mark and I had been together for almost two years. I wondered how many other girls he had been fucking during that time. But then I did what I always do. I pulled myself together and put him out of my mind… well almost. I did miss the sex. I still miss the sex. I miss it a lot. In fact I miss it so much that I sometimes wonder if I’m oversexed.”

I didn’t tell him that I hadn’t exactly been chaste since my breakup with Mark. I wasn’t ready for another relationship but I did find someone I could hook up with who was more than happy to be in a “friends with benefits” relationship. There were also a few times when I had too much to drink and woke up with a naked body beside me in bed. For some reason alcohol makes me quite amorous. I become promiscuous and often do things that are quite unladylike.

 

[Lustful_Intentions]

Washing while Cindy dried, I did my best to just listen as she talked about her break-up and her adventures after the fact. The act of wiping the plates down did a fair enough job of keeping me disconnected from investing too much once I realized she was going down the path of talking, rather explicitly, about sex.

Then she said 'he was fucking her'. I'd never heard Cindy use that kind of language-at least, not inside the walls of her parents' home. It simply wasn't the type of home environment that accepted such things-a lesson I'd learned when Karen and I were newly engaged and I'd let a more mundane curse word slip in front of her father, almost costing us the wedding.

It was at that point, call it instinct or something else, I tuned in entirely. By the time she got to the point of being rather explicit about the sex, and her need for it, it was impossible for me to not be engaged in the conversation. I could feel my weight shifting back and forth between my left and right legs as she carried on about being 'oversexed'.

I struggled, thinking for what seemed like several moments. She's not really talking about this, like this, over breakfast is she? I thought, mulling a response.

Finally, I did my best to have a bit of a laugh about it. "Cindy-I doubt that it has anything to do with you being over...you know what." Even I felt a bit silly avoiding the word 'sex' wit her. "I think you're just learning about your needs, what you like, and enjoying being out on your own. You know?"

I studied her face, hoping I'd hit a fair tone with the statement, then continued after a beat. "Look, I don't want your mom or your sister to come in here and hear you talking about this kind of stuff. Let's clean up, go be social, and we can talk more about this after everyone goes to bed and we have that drink. If you want to, of course."

Meanwhile, my mind was searching a bit, wondering if she was being so forthcoming about her sexual needs because she was just young and not terribly discreet? Or was she trying to get at something? Or, was she just being the bratty teen I remembered, trying to get a rise out of me?

 

[JenniBean]

I had produced a reaction from Jason so I was happy, but he certainly didn’t bend much. I just hoped he wouldn’t say anything to Karen. She would lecture me and I would tell her it was none of her business and then we would have a big fight. I ran into her later and she asked me about the semester and what happened with Mark, but she didn’t seem upset so Jason must not have said anything. I gave her a less graphic account. Then mom asked the same question and I watered the version down even further.

Kim, my best friend from high school, called. We agreed to get together later. She already knew all the vivid details about Mark and sent me a Magic Wand with several attachments as a consolation gift which I had to leave at school. If mom ever found it she would go all ballistic. I puttered around the rest of the day wrapping gifts and baking cookies with mom and Karen. After dinner we did our annual viewing of “Christmas Vacation” with dad repeatedly saying ‘watch what happens next’ and then laughing loudly like he had never seen it before.

Jason popped open a bottle of bubbly to celebrate my turning 21. After one glass mom and dad retired. A few minutes later Karen said she was beat and retired to her room. There was still a half bottle left. I refilled my glass and decided to tease Jason some more. I love being a flirt and he was the perfect target.

“Aren’t you going to have sex with Karen? She’s probably waiting for you. If you don’t show I’m sure she will masturbate. I know I would.”

 

[Lustful_Intentions]

The rest of the day proceeded relatively slowly. They always did at Karen's parents' house. There was little notable about the day, though I could swear at several points that Cindy was casting a glance at me that was more than familial in nature. I tried to write it off as all in my head-there was no reason to think that the girl was looking at me with any real interest.

Still, at one point during dinner, when I swear she shot a look at me that said more than 'please pass the salt', I let my mind wander just a little bit. The girl certainly seemed to have a bit of a sexual appetite, just based on the stories she told, and even the things she clearly left unsaid. I didn't know the sordid details, and frankly, given that in some ways I still saw Cindy as younger sister, didn't know that I wanted to.

Nevertheless, I had indeed promised Cindy that we'd share a drink or two to celebrate her birthday, and was in some ways relieved when her family stayed up to share in the celebration, as short lived as their participation was.

When Cindy posed her blunt question to me, I had the barest bit of alcohol left in my glass. I smirked a bit, shaking my head as I lowered the glass without taking a sip. "No, Cindy, I'm not. I'm guessing your sister is legitimately tired. You know yourself she's not much of a drinker or reveler these days."

I tried to ignore the other part of her comment. It was a bit much, though I wasn't able to pretend I hadn't heard it. "Cindy, I don't need to know that," I said with a head shake "Just fill me up again and let's talk about something else."

I watched her for a reaction as I handed my glass to her, as the bottle was closer to her on the coffee table, hoping I'd deflected a sexually charged conversation that was intriguing, but inappropriate.

 

[JenniBean]

“Don’t be such a stiff shirt, Jason. We all masturbate. Why is it so wrong to talk about it? Besides, I know Karen has a vibrator. I found one under her mattress when she came home from college her freshman year. I wonder if she still has it.”

I love getting a reaction out of Jason and inwardly gloated at my success but I decided that I had better not push it too far. I refilled his glass and then mine. Looking right at him I drained it before I put it down hoping to get another reaction about controlling my alcohol consumption but he just shook his head. He knew my games and wasn’t going to take the bait.

Drinking the champagne so quickly gave me a slight buzz. I refilled my glass and continued to sip but more slowly. I could feel what little inhibitions I still had slowly slipping away.

“I can’t imagine it what it would be like to be married. I think it would be difficult to commit to having sex with just one person for the rest of your life. I guess that’s why so many married people cheat. Do you ever have fantasies about other women? Do you think Karen has fantasies about other men? I read somewhere once that couples often fantasize about other people during sex. Is that really true?”

I drained my glass and waited for Jason’s response.

 

[Lustful_Intentions]

I just shook my head and rolled my eyes as 'stiff shirt'. "I think you mean 'stuffed shirt", Cindy, I replied, eliciting little more than a scrunching of her nose as she continued on. The eye contact she made when draining her glass was clearly intended to elicit a reaction, one I wasn't inclined to give her.

Taking a longer, slower sip, I surprised myself by how much of the newly filled glass I ingested while I waited for Cindy to finish her diatribe and set of questions about my marriage. It was almost as though the girl was aiming at something, but what? To get me to admit that I'd thought about being with other women? That no marriage is perfect?

"You know, Cindy," I said, finally lowering the half full glass back below my shoulder, holding it lightly in my right hand, "Not as many married people cheat as what TV and the magazines make you think." I smirked a bit, trying to steer the conversation to a less intense direction. "Most of us just suffer in silence."

I took another sip, pulling my legs under me on the couch, finally feeling able to unwind. A little tired of the girl's constant badgering, the tactics a bit exhausting, I decided to flip the tables on her. Just a little, not all the way. Not yet.

"Now look, when I'm with your sister, I'm with your sister. Is it less frequent than it was when we were your age? Sure." I gauged her reaction for a moment, then continued, raising my glass once more, "Now, when I'm alone, sure, I let my mind wander a little bit, but, there's no harm in that. And, what your sister does when she's alone? Well, that's her own business." I smirked, hoping the thought of me pleasuring myself would be enough to get Cindy to change the subject.

 

[JenniBean]

“Ha! I knew it. So who do you get off on? Is it a glamorous Hollywood star? Is it someone you know – maybe someone from the office? A cute little secretary? I’ll bet she does things to you that Karen doesn’t do, at least in your fantasies.”

I finished my drink. The bottle was empty. I got up and went into the kitchen. I found a bottle of white wine in the refrigerator and opened it. I returned and filled my glass. I was a little surprised that Jason was still there. I figured that he had had enough of my teasing. Well, if he was going to be my fall guy then I was going to give it to him with both barrels.

“I’ll bet it’s porn, isn’t it. You get off on porn when Karen has a headache. What do you like? Are you a boring straight sex guy? Guy on top, girl moaning yes, yes… Maybe you prefer oral. Do you like to give or receive – or both? Maybe it’s threesomes. Guys like two girls, don’t they? Of course there are other things too like the back door, but I don’t imagine a stiff stuffed shirt like you would venture that far.”

The alcohol was getting to me and I knew I had gone too far. I should have shut my mouth but somehow the following words came sputtering out.

“OMG. It’s me, isn’t it? You fantasize about having sex with me when you are jerking off. I don’t mind. You can tell me. I won’t say a word to Karen.”

I drained my glass and poured another. I could feel the room spinning.

 

[Lustful_Intentions]

By the time Cindy returned to the room, she was clearly feeling the effects of the alcohol. No surprise, really. She wasn't an experienced drinker, and she'd clearly been treating the champagne like it packed much less of a kick than it did. She was a bit wobbly even as she popped back inot the room with an over-poured glass of white wine.

I watched as she sunk back down into a chair, glass in one hand, bottle in the other, shaking my head. The poor girl was going to black herself out, with no prompting from me. I wasn't going to get her to put the bottle down, so I held my glass out and had her top me off, figuring that I could hold on to this glass for sometime, even drain it in one of my mother-in-laws plants the next time she got up to use the bathroom.

Glass secured, back lazing against the sofa, sitting a few feet from her now, I raised my eyebrows in surprise as she laid claim to being the object of my fantasies-a claim she made completely without evidence.

Finally deciding the girl had gone too far, I decided to fight fire with fire. To say something that would call her off of her overly - booze-fueled aggression.

"You know, Cindy, I was going to say Emma Stone, especially when she sports the red hair, just to fuck with you. But, you're right, it's you. It's you I think about, ever since you turned 18. You know all those little sun dresses you used to wear in the summer? I used to think about hiking those up and driving right into you, and fucking myself until I came good and hard. Is that what you want to hear?" There was a harsh tone, and perhaps too many specifics to my statement. Perhaps, once or twice, I had indeed thought about Cindy. wondered just how close she shaved herself under some of those cute, demure little dresses. But, had I gone too far?

 

[JenniBean]

I was shocked at his reply. Jason never used language like that. I was just taunting him when I suggested he had fantasies about me. I never really thought he had them much less that he would admit it. On the other hand, the images that his words painted were exciting… lifting my skirt, thrusting into me. I felt my nipples swelling. The alcohol was impairing my judgment and making me feel somewhat bold. I decided to see just how far I could push him. I put my drink down and stood directly in front of where he was sitting with my hands on my hips.

“Am I good in your fantasies? Am I better than Karen? Do we just fuck or do we do other things too? Do you imagine my lips sliding down your hard cock or your mouth devouring my pussy? Do you tie me up and spank me? Do you like it hard and rough?”

I was getting worked up presenting these scenarios to Jason. I could feel a subtle throbbing between my legs. My nipples felt like they were going to burst. I stepped closer and rubbed my fingers across my lower stomach and inner thighs while I gyrated my hips in a sensual manner.

“What do you imagine I look like without any clothes? Are my nipples pink and puffy? Is my pussy shaved? I’ll bet you would like to know for real, wouldn’t you?”

Shamelessly I climbed onto the couch where Jason was sitting straddling him with my knees. My erect nipples poked out through my top only inches from his face. I put my hands on his shoulders and looked into his eyes with a playful twinkle.

“Or maybe you would prefer to make your fantasies come true. I won’t tell if you won’t.”

 

[Lustful_Intentions]

The more aggressive queries came rapid fire. The girl had fully flipped the table on me, matching and then far surpassing my aggression. Mentally, I was backpedaling, and furiously so.

I imagine Cindy thought she was giving space for me to respond, but I simply couldn't find the oxygen to generate a vocalization of my thoughts. Before I could manage to collect a thought at the verbalization of her pussy enveloping me, milking me, the blood shot to its length, starting to fill and engorge it beneath my jeans. The reaction was primal, driven by the simplistic biology that saw access to Cindy's body as simply a thing that should be taken when offered.

Fortunately, perhaps, she paused long enough at the end of offering her silence that I was able to half collect myself. Though, even that was fleeting, as, instinctively, the hand not holding a glass of wine had moved to her hip, fingers curled around the back, two grazing her t-shirt, two grazing the denim of her jeans along the waistband, my thumb pressing down and just barely slipping under the hem of the shirt.

"Cindy" I managed to force out, "That's...insane. I mean, for fuck's sake, you're Karen's sister. I think of stuff, sure, but, that's....just natural." I looked up at her, there was no halting in her aggression, though it was obscured the slightest bit by the sharp points of her nipples through the thin shirt, because of course that was happening.

"There's no way they wouldn't find out. Karen. Your parents. It would be a disaster." I paused, realized I wasn't pushing her off, wasn't arguing the morality. I was arguing the risk. Which meant I was considering it. The way I felt my hips move, subtly, pushing up to try and meet her, told me I was more than halfway home on the idea already.

 

[JenniBean]

Of course he was right. If we did it right there on the couch someone would surely hear us. I could get pretty loud when I had sex. That was never my intention anyway. I just wanted to tease him and make him squirm a little… well, maybe a lot. I knew that the alcohol was blurring my judgment and that I had already pushed him way too far, but I was having too much fun teasing him to stop. I slid my hands behind his neck and pulled my breasts even closer to his face.

“They never found out when you used to fuck Karen before you were married, and Karen wouldn’t believe it if we did it right in front of her. You know you want to Jason. Admit it.”

I lowered myself down onto his lap and immediately felt his erection pressing against my pussy through my jeans. A tingle of excitement surged through my loins. I rubbed myself along his length squirming hard against his bulge. I was becoming consumed with lust. My body was no longer content with just teasing him. It was begging to be filled. Using my hands I tilted his face up towards mine.

“I need you to fuck me, Jason,” I whispered with my lips dangerously close to his. “I need it badly.”

I pressed my mouth to his and pushed my tongue between his lips.

 

[Lustful_Intentions]

Were I not fully engulfed in figuring out just what to do, I'd have given Cindy a fair bit of credit. She was right that their parents never heard Karen and I, though I thought we'd always been discreet. Obviously, for Cindy to be mouthing off about it now, that wasn't necessarily the case.

Nevertheless, it was a moot point. My focus was almost entirely on the way she pushed herself against me, hips grinding down hard against mine, clearly heated by the moment. Without thinking, my hands slid from her hips to her lower back, pressing her against me, feeling just the slightest hint of the curve of her breasts pressing to my chest.

Before I could offer a response to her admission of need, her mouth crashed against mine. The length of time I spent resisting was too short to even measure, as my mouth melded quickly to hers. Her kiss was still the slightest bit awkward, the way her tongue pressed forward with such aggression, as though most of the boys she'd been with were still learning their way themselves, and this is how she'd adapted. Still, my tongue found hers, lips parting to deepen the kiss, one hand now flat on the center of her back, pulling her in even more.

Finally, after several seconds, I found my bearings, past the shock of the moment.

"Not here." I gasped, breaking the kiss, my other hand holding her chin to be sure I had the half-drunk girl's focus. My mind was racing-the living room was too close to the bedrooms, too obvious. But we were past the point of no return now. I had to have Cindy, but I knew I needed to avoid detection. Finally, I arrived at an answer.

"Downstairs-the basement. I'm going to make sure Karen's out cold and I'll be down there in five minutes." It was the perfect solution. Their father had, about 10 years ago, put in a pool table and robust stereo system, and had put in a fair amount of soundproofing. If Karen truly was asleep, it was a rather perfect plan.

 

[JenniBean]

What had I done? In the heat of the moment I was about to have sex with Jason. I would have let him take me right there on the couch. All I had wanted to do was tease him but things got out of control. I pushed him too far. Yes he was hot and yes I was horny but that would have been so wrong. He was my sister’s husband after all. Thank god he left the room when he did.

Now I had a different problem. He asked me to meet him in the basement. Should I go? I could just explain that it was all a big misunderstanding, but how could he possibly have misunderstood? I asked him to fuck me. No, I begged him. Still, I never thought he would really cheat on Karen or I never would have pushed him so far in the first place. Maybe he was having second thoughts now that he had some time to think. Maybe he was just caught up in the heat of the moment like me.

Another thought suddenly occurred to me. I might be doing Karen a favor by testing Jason’s faithfulness. If I went downstairs and acted like I was there to have sex with him I could find out for sure if he really would cheat on her. Of course I would stop it before things went too far and then warn him that if I ever found out he really cheated on her I would tell. It would be a warning. Yes, I would be doing Karen a big favor.

I opened the basement door and descended the stairs. I saw the pool table in the middle of the room and got an idea. He had to believe I had really come there for sex or my plan wouldn’t work. I stripped off my jeans and climbed onto the pool table kneeling upright and facing the door with my thighs spread and my low-cut green cotton panties stretched firmly against my pubic mound. I put my hands on my hips and pushed out my braless breasts against the tight top I was wearing. I heard him coming down the stairs. As he rounded the corner he couldn’t help but see me.

“Are you ready for some hot action Jason? I know I am. I’m so horny right now.”

I knew that my plan had one major flaw. The part about me being really horny was not a lie.

 

[Lustful_Intentions]

In that five minutes I'd given Cindy, my brain started to return to a more rational center. I'd quietly ascended the stairs, triggering the motion-detecting nightlight, and, peeking in the guest room Karen and I occupied, could hear my wife's heavy breathing-the kind that indicated that she'd long drifted into a deep sleep, and wouldn't notice whenever I crawled into bed.

I stood in that doorway for a moment, looking over my wife's figure, tucked under blankets, dark auburn hair spilling over her shoulders, mussed from tossing and turning. A twinge of guilt flashed through me-was this really who I was? Was this who Cindy was? I had an out-I could just strip down, crawl into bed, and wash my hands of the whole thing. It's not as though Cindy could come down to breakfast in the morning and blithely ask me what the fuck had happened to me.

However, I was having the same problem as Cindy-that of being aroused to a state that made clear thinking and decision making rather a challenge. Satisfied that the chance for interruption would be minimal, I made my way down the stairs, determined that if I was going to put the kibosh on this...thing, I'd do it to Cindy's face. Steeling myself, I pushed the basement door open, pulling it shut behind me and softly clicking it shut.

Descending the stairs, I told myself that I could stop this anytime I wanted. Then I pushed open the door at the bottom of the stairs, took a look at Cindy kneeling on the table, and threw that thought immediately out the window. My eyes went immediately to the thin strip of fabric that barely covered her mound, the lips a bit puffy, pushing the fabric. Covering the space to the table in only a few steps, my hand found Cindy's hip, one finger resting on the waistband of her panties, the others finding the warm, soft flesh of her hip as her t-shirt rode up with the arch of her back. The other hand went between her legs as I found my voice. "Are you really ready, Cindy?" I posed to her, my finger tips pressing at the tightest part of the fabric. "Really, really ready?"

 

[JenniBean]

As soon as I felt his fingers pressing against my pussy I knew my plan to just taunt him was in big trouble. My body was on fire. Juices seeped out from my opening and soaked into the crotch of my panties right where his fingers were pressing. I slowly humped my pussy against them as he rubbed.

“It’s not a matter of me being ready, Jason. The question is whether or not you are ready.”

I leaned forward and reached down to rub my hand along the bulge pushing out from his pants. I squeezed it gently with my fingers.

“Your cock is certainly ready, but what I want to know, Jason, is whether or not you are WILLING to put your hard cock into the very wet pussy of your wife’s sister and fuck her.”

I spun around on the pool table until I was kneeling with my back to him. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my panties and peeled them down my thighs. Then I leaned forward onto my hands and tilted my ass back giving him a perfect view of my creamy cheeks and wet pussy.

“Do you like what you see Jason? All you have to do is pull out your cock and put it right here. Then I’ll know you are ready.”

I traced my middle finger along my gash parting the folds peeking out from it. I pushed it as far into my pussy as it would go before pulling it out. I knew it wasn’t really a fair test of his fidelity to tempt him like this. I also knew that if he did pull out his cock and put it in me I would let him fuck me despite a nagging voice in my head reminding me that if my sister ever found out she would never speak to me again. It occurred to me that there may be another way we could satisfy each other without cheating on my sister – not technically anyway – but that was up to him.

“Perhaps you are right after all Jason. I’m not sure my pussy is really, really, really ready to be fucked. Do you have any ideas?”

 

[Lustful_Intentions]

Cindy's grip on me through my pants sent a blast of heat through me, causing my fingers to momentarily push up more firmly against her sex and to feel a hint of wetness through the thin cotton blend fabric.

She had to know I was ready to fuck her, my misgivings not withstanding. I'd already made the trip to the basement, proposed the whole thing, in fact. Her lips were already glistening with arousal as her panties slipped down her thighs, sealing the deal. There was little question of whether or not I'd want to go through with it, but rather, could I stop myself if I needed to?

I was equal parts exhilarated and terrified. If Karen ever found out, had any clue whatsoever, it could likely mean the end of our marriage. Yet, there she was, right in front of me, taunting me. Her finger sinking into her tight folds, slowly working them. Licking my lips, I stepped to the edge of the table, running a hand over one bare cheek, feeling the flush of heat running through her flesh as I leaned down, my breath hot on her flesh, able to catch a hint of her scent. My voice low, I looked up over her shoulder at her, "I have an idea, but, I'm not sure you'd be ready for it given that all of your experience is with college boys, Cindy."

Without giving her a chance to give a smart ass response, I pressed my tongue gently to her puffed, swollen lips, tracing them slowly, eyes still up looking for a reaction. I'd reached well past the point of no return at this point. I was already down here, had already touched my wife's sister between her legs. There wasn't much I could do to resist Cindy at this point.

 

[JenniBean]

I gasped when I felt his tongue pushed into my steamy passage. My pussy was already dripping with need and twitched from the new sensation giving it pleasure. I pushed back against his mouth forcing his tongue to probe deeper.

"Oh god yes Jason. Lick my pussy. Fuck me with your mouth and tongue and fingers."

Despite his comment about college boys, which was true, Jason wasn't the first person to lick my pussy. My English Professor was obsessed with it. He loved both giving and receiving. I only fucked him once and still got and "A" in his class. But doing it with Jason was even more exciting. Part of it was knowing that he was married to my sister, but mostly it was how crazy wet and horny my pussy was.

Oh fuck... ooohhhhhhhh... taste my juices... make me cum..."