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

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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.

When I complained to my wife, she did not seem surprised and made some feeble excuses, ending in “Well … that’s my sister.” She has refused to confront her sister about this or even ask for an explanation. She is worried that this would change her relationship with her sister. She now says that her sister “didn’t mean anything” by what she did, and seems to be trying to blame me for being offended. As she recovered from her orgasm, I idly kissed her pussy lips, feeling her sloppiness on my face, smelling her musky sweetness all over us. I found myself thinking about Lauren. I wondered if she came as much as her sister. I wondered if she tasted as good.My stomach did flip-flops as I handed the phone to Abby. "It's your sister." Would Lauren say something about what had gone on? They were so close, I wouldn't put it past her. 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. 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. 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?" Jill made us breakfast the next morning and neither of us mentioned our night in bed together. I told her I was going to the grocery store because I wanted to make her dinner. I got all the ingredients for a spaghetti dinner and also a bottle of Chianti. When I got home, she told me her adult daughter had called asking when she was coming home. Jill told her she would be going home the day after tomorrow. I am sure she could see my disappointment but I tried to cover it up. We had a wonderful, yet relativity quiet dinner and finished the Chianti, watched some tv and then Jill said she was going to bed. I said ok and that I would be up in a few minutes. When I got to the bedroom the only light on was the bathroom light and the door was half closed so there was minimal light. I figured that this might be my only chance so I crawled into bed naked.

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." 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."

She kissed me hungrily. I reached up and grabbed her tits, momentarily wishing they were bigger. She shoved a nipple into my mouth and I feasted. I switched from nipple to nipple, all the while loving it but also wishing there was more. Especially when sexual assault occurs in a family, other members of the family will often seek to minimize it by saying that you’re exaggerating or misinterpreting, or by blaming you for being “too sensitive.” Sometimes people will even suggest that you had a role in inviting the sexual behavior. I gathered up a few items I thought I'd need to hook up the components. I knew Lauren wouldn't have the tools I needed. By the time I dressed and got everything together, Abby was already well ensconced in her work. "I'm taking off now." 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.

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 finally arranged the memorial and my wife's family of course attended as well as a myriad of friends. My in-laws were,of course, very supportive and remained for a few days after the memorial. After everyone had gone Jill said she would help me try and get on with my life. The first night as were getting ready for bed I started sobbing. Jill tried comforting me. I told her I didn't want to be alone. She said she would be here for me but I told her she didn't understand. I asked her if I could just sleep beside her so I could just have someone to hold. Now Jill is a fanatical Bible thumper so I knew this would be a difficult request. Anticipating her objection, I said that I would be fully clothed and sleep on top of the comforter so our bodies would not touch. She thought for a minute and reluctantly agreed with the proviso that I follow the rules I had set forth. She put on her flannel pajamas and we went to bed and I was true to my word. I lay about a foot from her on top of the comforter with just my arm slightly around her waist.Denying abusive behavior creates a toxic stew of collusion and shame, all while normalizing the abuse and enabling it to continue. And this, over time, can lead to depression, anxiety, insomnia, substance use, and a pervasive feeling of numbness or unsafety for the person in your position.