With Lorena, my sister who is two years older than me – Mariana – we were always very close, since we were little girls. Both of us are tall, 1.72 meters without heels, with pleasant faces and well-proportioned bodies, despite motherhood. We have different professions but, neither that nor marriage nor children weakened our relationship to the extreme. We disagree on many topics, of course, and share our ideas and tastes in others. Both like Juan, Lorena's husband. Of course, I had limited myself to stifling my disloyal inclination. As for him, it happened the same way (confirmed by what I'm about to relate) several times, I surprised him looking at me with appetite Hasta que se me served on a platter the occasion to pass from fantasizing and desiring to counting on time and space to attract his attention. The past May, Lorena had to undergo surgery, with a prolonged period of recovery at home, with a strict bed rest regimen. I entrusted my family to our mother's care and installed myself in my sister's house to attend her during the post-operative period, day and night, and her two small children aged 5 and 3 years old during Juan's absence due to work. I would go to sleep in the adjacent room to Lorena's marital bedroom, where she was resting, with the help of an intercom, listening for any eventual requests from her outside nocturnal control visits. Juan would go to sleep with the two boys in the third room next to the bathroom. I noticed he left the door open. I saw the propitious situation and, starting from the first night, at advanced hours when the bedroom light was off, I managed to make a racket – to wake up Juan – and then repeatedly walk through the dimly lit hallway towards and from the bathroom, covered with a short pajama with a short and fitted pants. I trusted that the contrast of lighting would highlight My silhouette and my brother-in-law – on sex-free days – would muster courage to 'let it all hang out'. No calculation failed me. On the third day, I simulated a cream pie falling from the ceiling in front of his room door and crouched down, aiming at his Booty. He got up to 1000 and couldn't control the heat. He let me go back to my room, passed by my door – to verify that Lorena was deeply asleep – and came to my bed.
I pretended to be surprised and whispered:
-'What's going on Juan?...Is something happening?'
With his index finger on his lips, he lit the nightlight, closed the door, and turned off the intercom.
-'It's just that I saw you, these last three days, passing by the bedroom door and I liked it, so I came to tell you and keep you company' – while whispering, he started getting into bed, moving the sheet and blanket away from me.
-'But...what are you doing....stop...Juan?' – I stopped his advance by putting my right leg's knee on his hip. He didn't use force; instead, he ran his hand along the inside of my thigh; when I felt it near my vagina, I removed my leg and he settled in beside me, covering himself with the blanket.
-'You can't do this....I'm your sister-in-law...please leave' – I pretended to protest without actually separating or putting my hands between our bodies.
His right hand resumed its exploration and reached my pussy without opposition, as I turned my head away at the last moment. He was kissing me on the cheek.
-'...give me a kiss, girl,....we both need it....you don't know how you've aroused me...' – he offered his lips. I simulated protesting once more:
-'...it's madness...we shouldn't...it's disgusting' – this was my last objection.
-'It may be,.....but I'm dying for you...' – this time I didn't resist and we merged into a hot and prolonged kiss, and my hand went to verify the hardness, declared, of Juan's bulge.
Finally, it dawned on me: I was having sex with my lovely brother-in-law.
Ahí in more, in rapid and feverish succession, he undressed me first of the upper part of my pajamas and gave warm attention to my breasts by sucking them with pleasure. Acto seguido fell to the floor, without continuity, my two lower intimate garments: pajama pants and underwear. A few seconds of kissing on the mouth, neck, and breasts, and caressing a wet, desire-filled head followed. He undressed and climbed between my open legs. I grasped his cock tightly – stiff, ready – and accommodated him at the entrance. He penetrated me with vehemence. From then on he took me like 'a survivor returning from war': ardent, overflowing with passion, impetuous. I didn't lag behind, with an unbridled appetite for him, pelvic movements, contortions, and violent exaltation. We made passionate love for I don't know how many minutes. He detected each of my two orgasms and covered my mouth with his hand to stifle my moans, sighs, and any other sonic manifestation of pleasure. Finally he exploded inside me. His semen spray left me dazed. Luckily I take birth control pills; otherwise, it would be impossible for such a horde of sperm not to leave me pregnant.
We stayed embracing, with his cock losing rigidity inside me, exchanging kisses and endearments.
After a while, taking care of the noise level, we went to clean up by turns. I waited for him to come out of the bathroom, and then we kissed and returned to our respective beds,
With variations -two orgasms instead of just one, reciprocal oral sex – an expert with his tongue, exquisite mouthfuls of his penis in my mouth -, brief interludes of anal sex, the routine was replicated for three days.
Four days after the first ejaculation, I went back home with my husband and daughters. My mother replaced me in supporting Lorena until her complete recovery.
Later, with Juan, we had a trip to a hotel for couples. Without the constraint of Lorena and her kids, sleeping in adjacent rooms, both 'us' We become volcanoes in eruption and reach unknown levels of pleasure. In the train of self-criticism: I'm a piece of trash as a wife and sister, I feel guilty, but I loved going to bed with my brother-in-law. He confessed that it costs him to cross the gaze with Lorena or my husband: what we had was crap, nothing less reprehensible than that, but anxiety devours me to have you in my arms I don't do badly with my husband Martín in bed - he doesn't have inventiveness, it's quite routine - but, getting it, what they call getting it and feeling blessed for being born a woman, only with my brother-in-law. There were others who amazed me but with him I enjoyed extreme exaltation of passions and sensations.. We agreed and fulfilled, not to give continuity to our escapades but, at times, it costs me to repress sending him a penetrating rescue request
I pretended to be surprised and whispered:
-'What's going on Juan?...Is something happening?'
With his index finger on his lips, he lit the nightlight, closed the door, and turned off the intercom.
-'It's just that I saw you, these last three days, passing by the bedroom door and I liked it, so I came to tell you and keep you company' – while whispering, he started getting into bed, moving the sheet and blanket away from me.
-'But...what are you doing....stop...Juan?' – I stopped his advance by putting my right leg's knee on his hip. He didn't use force; instead, he ran his hand along the inside of my thigh; when I felt it near my vagina, I removed my leg and he settled in beside me, covering himself with the blanket.
-'You can't do this....I'm your sister-in-law...please leave' – I pretended to protest without actually separating or putting my hands between our bodies.
His right hand resumed its exploration and reached my pussy without opposition, as I turned my head away at the last moment. He was kissing me on the cheek.
-'...give me a kiss, girl,....we both need it....you don't know how you've aroused me...' – he offered his lips. I simulated protesting once more:
-'...it's madness...we shouldn't...it's disgusting' – this was my last objection.
-'It may be,.....but I'm dying for you...' – this time I didn't resist and we merged into a hot and prolonged kiss, and my hand went to verify the hardness, declared, of Juan's bulge.
Finally, it dawned on me: I was having sex with my lovely brother-in-law.
Ahí in more, in rapid and feverish succession, he undressed me first of the upper part of my pajamas and gave warm attention to my breasts by sucking them with pleasure. Acto seguido fell to the floor, without continuity, my two lower intimate garments: pajama pants and underwear. A few seconds of kissing on the mouth, neck, and breasts, and caressing a wet, desire-filled head followed. He undressed and climbed between my open legs. I grasped his cock tightly – stiff, ready – and accommodated him at the entrance. He penetrated me with vehemence. From then on he took me like 'a survivor returning from war': ardent, overflowing with passion, impetuous. I didn't lag behind, with an unbridled appetite for him, pelvic movements, contortions, and violent exaltation. We made passionate love for I don't know how many minutes. He detected each of my two orgasms and covered my mouth with his hand to stifle my moans, sighs, and any other sonic manifestation of pleasure. Finally he exploded inside me. His semen spray left me dazed. Luckily I take birth control pills; otherwise, it would be impossible for such a horde of sperm not to leave me pregnant.
We stayed embracing, with his cock losing rigidity inside me, exchanging kisses and endearments.
After a while, taking care of the noise level, we went to clean up by turns. I waited for him to come out of the bathroom, and then we kissed and returned to our respective beds,
With variations -two orgasms instead of just one, reciprocal oral sex – an expert with his tongue, exquisite mouthfuls of his penis in my mouth -, brief interludes of anal sex, the routine was replicated for three days.
Four days after the first ejaculation, I went back home with my husband and daughters. My mother replaced me in supporting Lorena until her complete recovery.
Later, with Juan, we had a trip to a hotel for couples. Without the constraint of Lorena and her kids, sleeping in adjacent rooms, both 'us' We become volcanoes in eruption and reach unknown levels of pleasure. In the train of self-criticism: I'm a piece of trash as a wife and sister, I feel guilty, but I loved going to bed with my brother-in-law. He confessed that it costs him to cross the gaze with Lorena or my husband: what we had was crap, nothing less reprehensible than that, but anxiety devours me to have you in my arms I don't do badly with my husband Martín in bed - he doesn't have inventiveness, it's quite routine - but, getting it, what they call getting it and feeling blessed for being born a woman, only with my brother-in-law. There were others who amazed me but with him I enjoyed extreme exaltation of passions and sensations.. We agreed and fulfilled, not to give continuity to our escapades but, at times, it costs me to repress sending him a penetrating rescue request
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