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I walked to the pool area of the apartment complex, looking for Maria, the younger sister of my wife Marsha. I found her tanning herself, laying out on her stomach, in the smallest of bikini I think I had ever seen. The top portion lay on the cement next to where Maria lay stretched out on a chase lounge, chit-chatting with two very young studs who seemed more like vultures than the cool college-aged guys they probably were pretending to be like.
I cleared my throat to get Maria’s attention and told he she needed to come up to the apartment.
“Whatsup?” Maria casually asked, looking up at me. I didn't respond and kept on walking.
When I met Marsha, my wife, Maria was a scraggly, pimple-faced teenage girl. Marsha and Maria’s parents, my in-laws, while great people, were clueless when it came to raising two daughters. Maria was made to tag along with Marsha and I on dates, but all it took was a twenty-dollar bill to bribe her, allowing me more free-tine with Marsha. As Marsha and I progressed to more serious dating habits, the cost to buy Maria off went up.
Finally I ended the bribery thing, announcing one evening that Marsha and I were getting married. Everyone knew it was inevitable, except Maria. I was her cash cow and that was coming to an end.
Marsha and I moved to a small town about eight hours from her parents and younger sister, which was a relief for me. I liked my in-laws, somewhat, but they could be obtusely intrusive. The same was true for Maria. We’d see the family every six months or so, just to keep Marsha’s mother from bitching and complaining. Maria was an ever-present fly, always wanting to tag along with us or come and visit us.
Over a period of time, as Maria turned into a more mature teenager, she seemed to show less of interest in spending time with Marsha and myself. Then, a couple of summers back, Maria came to visit us during the summer. Overnight, or so it seemed, she had filled out and become a very sexy young lady. She wore very provocative clothes, which didn't’t sit well with me, but then Marsha reminded me it was her own provocativeness that had hooked me. I couldn't’t argue with this fact.
I didn't pay a heck of a lot of attention to Maria whenever she would visit on the weekends with her mom and dad. She always found a way to sneak off and do whatever she wanted to do without anyone else being around.
Marsha went shopping one Saturday with her parents, leaving Maria alone at out apartment. I was at work and came back to what I thought was an empty apartment. The door to the spare bedroom closed, was not unusual, since we often kept it closed, even when we had guests. I slipped into the shower, not thinking about closing the door and not realizing anyone else was in the apartment. Suddenly, as I toweled off, I saw a shadow creeping down the hallway. I couldn't’t close the bedroom door fast enough. It was Maria. She was attired in nothing but pink panties. She looked my way in astonishment and complete surprise. I quickly wrapped the towel around myself as she crossed her arms to cover her exposed breasts.
We both poured out apologies almost simultaneously. She stepped backwards down the hall as I closed the bedroom door. I got dressed and moseyed out to the living room. Maria came out of the guest bedroom after a few minutes. At first, neither of us said a word.
Maria apologized a second time.
I told her it was no big deal. Things happen.
“I can see wat Marsha likes you,” Maria confessed. “You’ave got a great body.”
“Well,” I confided back, “You’ave turned into a pretty sext young lady yourself.”
I didn't mean for my off-the cuff-remark to be taken for anything other than a simple acknowledgement her metamorphosis. Maria blushed.
“Yea,” she replied, “I’ave got bobbies.”
There was no denying the obvious.
“And an ass and everything else,” I added, preferring a wink. I Wasn't’t intending to flirt in as much as I was simply acknowledgement once again, the obvious.
Maria reached behind herself and playfully, teasingly, grabbed her own ass and jiggled it.
“It’s my J-Lo imitation” Maria declared. “I’m still working on my twerk.”
I laughed.
“Behave,” I jokingly scolded. “I’m married.”
“I know you are,” Maria replied, adding teasingly-like, “too bad”.
I didn't’t think much else about her tease and decided to chalk it up to her youthful spirit.
I didn't say anything to Marsha about our accidental cross-flashing. Marsha was not as laid back as Maria and was quick-tempered. I often told others that Marsha same passion she brought to the bedroom was the same passion she brought to arguments.
Over a period of time, and on successive visits, Maria seemed to gravitate closer and closer to me. At first, I thought it was just my imagination, but then Marsha confronted me after a weekend visit by her parents and Maria. Marsha wanted to know if Maria and I had been intimate. We had not. I hadn't really thought about messing around with Maria or anyone else for that matter. Marsha said she had noticed my paying more attention to Maria than normal. I couldn't deny there was probably some type of manly attraction to Maria, that perhaps subliminally, made me act different when Maria was around, but I wasn't going to admit as much to Marsha. I assured Marsha that I had no designs on Maria and that as far as I was concerned, I was a one-woman man.
“You better be,” Marsha declared. I assured her that I was happy in our marriage. I had no reason to look elsewhere.
Unfortunately, Maria soon made me think otherwise. It had been several weeks since we had a family gathering, which was perfectly fine with me. Then, out of the blue, Maria showed up on our apartment door step one Friday evening. She had driven up to see us without announcing she was coming.
Maria said she had experienced a fall out with Wilma, our obtrusively impatient and intrusive mother. Marsha was more than willing to allow Maria to stay with us a few days while things blew over. On Saturday morning, I took off to get some work done in the office and Marsha decided to go shopping, her favorite past time. She invited Maria to go, but Maria declined, saying she wanted to stay at the apartment and just chill out. Once again, I didn't’t know it and came back to what I thought was an empty apartment.
I stripped and headed for the shower. Then I heard a soft moaning sound coming from the guest bedroom. The door was slightly ajar and open about an inch. I peered in and saw Maria laying on the bed, topless and her fingers inside her panties. She worked her fingers back and forth, her eyes closed, moaning softly as she self-pleasured herself. I stood there mesmerized. I had never seen a woman masturbate. I was rock hard in seconds, watching Maria wok herself into a frenzy.
Maria stiffened up and bit down on her lower lip as a massive orgasm ricocheted through her teenage body. Her eyes fluttered open and I quickly withdrew from my vantage point. I made a sound to insure she knew I was home. I stepped into the master bedroom and a few seconds later, the guest bedroom door closed.
I slipped into the shower. There was a knock on the bathroom door. Maria said she needed a bath towel. The shower was pretty fogged up, so I didn't’ see any issue in telling her to “come in” and grab a towel.
The bathroom door opened and Maria sauntered into the bathroom, clad only in her pink undies. She made no attempt to cover herself up. She grabbed a towel and headed out of the bathroom just as quickly as she had come in. Her flash was intentional. I knew and she knew it.
Maria had left the bathroom door open as she left the room. I toweled off without closing the door and then quickly slipped into some gym shorts. I stepped on to the treadmill and turned it on. Maria stuck her head into the alcove of the bedroom.
“I think,” she said, “You’re supposed to work out and then shower.”
I laughed.
“I did,” I said, “But I forgot the treadmill. I can always shower again.”
Maria stepped into the bedroom. She was topless and sporting her pink undies.
“If Marsha finds you running around topless,” I declared, “We’re both in big time trouble.”
Maria smiled.
“We’ll just keep it between us,” Maria replied. Her eyes wondered to my crotch.
“We’ll just keep it between us,” Maria repeated.
“I heard you,” I replied.
* * *
Maria seemed to find a great deal of enjoyment in torturing me. It wasn't just the occasional flashing, but she seemed to take great pride on cozying up close to me whenever she could get away with it. Her favorite thing to do, involved shoulder bumping me slightly and then smiling like she had not done anything. She was fully aware of what she was doing and the affect her closeness had on me.
For the most part, I simply ignored her. After a few days, Marsha managed to patch things up between her mother and younger sister. Maria gave me a longer than normal hug as we said goodbye to her and packed her off to head home. She also grabbed a handful of my posterior and playfully teased, “This, is like.”
Thankfully, her aggressiveness was outside the viewing point of Marsha. I grabbed Maria’s ass and told her, “I play rough.”
She laughed and whispered back, “I like it rough.”
Several months went by and we didn't see Maria for quite some time. Finally, Marsha invited the three of them for a long weekend. As usual, Marsha took off to go shopping with her mother, leaving my father-in-law alone with Maria and myself at the apartment. George was an affable guy, but not one that liked to sit around. He had seen a bar near the apartment and wanted to go check it out.
“Maybe you’ll get lucky,” I teasingly told him. He smiled and replied, “Maybe so. I hope I remember what to do if I get lucky.”
Maria declared that she was going to go down to the pool. I was not too happy to see her going off to the pool alone and was hoping that’s she agreed to hang around in the apartment, perhaps play some video games or perhaps. some strip poker.
Maria slipped into her bikini, grabbed a towel and darted out the apartment door, leaving me all alone in my misery and thoughts. I turned on the tv and flipped through the channels. There were tons of Saturday football games on. Finally, I decided to head down to the pool. That’s where I found Maria, laying out-half naked and talking to the two college-aged guys. I ordered her back to the apartment.
Maria was being her usual provocative self. I sure didn't need to be the one trying to explain to my in-laws how it was their daughter got knocked up while visiting Marsha and I. If Marsha wasn't’t going to address Maria’s immature behavior, I felt like it was my duty to do so.
Maria sauntered into the apartment a few minutes after me. She was always so nonchalant and laid back. I was sitting at the dining room table, ready to set her straight on a few things. Flirting with me and others was one thing, but being so openly provocative was going to her in trouble.
“Whatsup?” Maria inquired as she tossed her towel on to the back of a chair and made her way into the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator door. Maria had no problem showing off her bodacious body. She took out a cola and popped open the tab.
“Do you want one?” she casually inquired as she glanced in my direction.
I declined her offer.
“Look,” I began slowly, “This is not easy to say. I’ave known you for a very long time. I know you probably as well as I know Marsha.”
Maria flipped her long black hair back over her bare shoulder, as she settled into one of the dining room chairs in front of me and used a second to prop up her bare feet. She cut me off mid-sentence.
“Is this my “you better behave” scolding?” Maria asked.
“No,” I replied, “I don’t think you know how to behave.”
“Well,” Maria explained, “I actually do know how to behave, but I also like to have fun.”
Maria twirled a lone finger in her hair as she spoke.
“You should loosen up a bit,” Maria countered. “Marsha has ruined you. You used to be so cool.”
“I’m still cool,” I argued back, “But you keep putting it in everyone’s face and sooner or later that’s going to get you in some big-time trouble.”
“I know what I am doing,” Maria argued back.
“Famous last words,” I said.
Maria chuckled out loud. She grabbed her breasts and squeezed them and then slowly re-positioned her hands between her legs, her fingers dipping to the edge of her tiny bikini line.
“Do I turn you on?” Maria asked.
I lowered my head in disbelief. Of course, she turned me on. I was not blind nor stupid. I had to be very careful, because Maria was so outstandingly provocative.
“Look,” I explained. “You are very sexy and in some ways, more sexy than your sister.”
I was trying to process things very quickly. As soon as I made the comment about Marsha, I knew I was toast. I had made the disclosure and there was no way to take it back. Maria pounced on it.
“Of course, I am sexier than Marsha!” Maria shot back. “…and I have better boobies!”
I couldn't argue with facts.
“Yes, you are, and yes you do” I discreetly disclosed, trying to not tip the scales one way or another. I was walking a fine line. I secretly desired to ravage my sister-in-law’s youthful body. I had to be very careful.
Maria was the first to cross the barrier.
“You want to fuck me, don’t you?” Maria bluntly asked.
“Yes, I mean no,” I quickly shot back.
Maria chuckled out loud.
“Which is it?” Maria pressed.
“We shouldn't be talking about it,” I countered.
“But we are,” Maria argued back.
“No,” I countered, “We’re not going there.”
Maria was not going to stop pressing the subject.
“What is your favorite position?” Maria pressed.
“Any and all,” I replied. “I don’t have one.”
“Yes, you do,” Maria shot back. “Do you like to be the dominant one and hover over your lover, or would you prefer your lover to dominate you, riding you like a horse?”
Again, I told Maria we were not going to discuss sexual matters.
“I’d love to have you dominate me,” Maria replied.
“Stop!” I replied more forcefully.
I couldn't really tell if Maria was being serious or just a typical eighteen-year old tease of a teenager. She loudly feigned having an orgasm.
“Behave!” I said.
“Make me!” Maria replied, testing my resolve.
It took a lot of self-control to not just grab her, strip her of her tiny bikini and ravage her teenage body. I just sat there, fuming, horny and frustrated. I simply stared at her in disbelief.
Maria puckered up her lips and blew me a kiss. She stood up, reached behind her back and pulled on the string that held her bikini top in place. She slipped the bikini top off, baring her luscious breasts to me. She tossed the bikini top into my lap and said,
“You know where to find me.”
She turned and walked off to the guest bedroom, leaving me alone to my thoughts. I was dumbfounded. She was serious. I sat there for the longest time, mulling over the pros and cons of her offer. A key in the door lock, followed by a knock, brought me back to my senses.
I was happy to see Marsha.
“Are you OK?” Marsha inquired as she stepped in the doorway.
“Yes,” I replied.
“You look flustered and you’re sweating,” Marsha replied. I assured her that I was fine.
I decided a quick shower was in order. Marsha started on the dinner.
Dinner was fantastic. Maria joined us, acting as though nothing had transpired between us, although she winked at me several times when Marsha wasn't’t looking. She had the full-tilt-tease going on. I did my best to ignore her openly provocative gestures.
After dinner, Marsha decided to go for a walk. I declined her offer and decided to stay back and watch some television. I settled on to the couch as Marsha headed out the door. Maria was quick to make her move.
“Why are you ignoring me?” Maria innocently asked while standing at the foot of the couch, hands on her hips, looking down at me.
“Because I don’t want to make a mistake,” I explained. “You’re eighteen and I am close to thirty.”
“That doesn't matter to me,” Maria explained.
“I know,” I explained, adding “I am also very married.”
“I’m not asking you to marry me,” Maria replied, “Just make love to me.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I want to feel your body next to mine,” Maria explained. “I want to feel your passion and your strength.”
Maria was being very persistent and I knew it was just a matter of time for the stars to align and we’d be unstoppable.
“Just chill a bit,” I replied. “Now is not the time.”
Maria made a face and then disappeared back to the guest room. Marsha came back after about ab hour and after we watched a movie, we headed off to bed. I was in an amorous mood, but Marsha was not. Frustrated, I took to the couch, with Marsha’s blessing.
I woke up about three to movement in the hallway. At first, I thought it was Marsha making her way out to the living room to drag me back to bed. The kitchen microwave clocked blinked “3:07am”
The figure was Maria. She silently made her way, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and panties towards the kitchen. I watched as she opened the refrigerator and took out a gallon container of milk. She uncapped it and drank straight from the container, something I liked to do but could never seemingly get away with Marsha.
I adjusted myself on the couch, ever so slightly. Maria glanced over at me.
“What are you doing out here?” Maria whispered as she made her way towards the couch where I lay stretched out on my back, wearing nothing but my boxer shorts. The sight of seeing Maria had stirred my manly parts, and there was no time to hide the obvious.
Maria plopped down on the floor next to where I lay on the couch.
“Is my sister being inattentive to your needs?” Maria inquired, taking note of the bump in my crotch.
“We’ll work through it,” I replied.
Maria quickly slipped her hand on to my lower abdomen and in past the waist band of my boxer shorts, feeling for my manhood.
I quickly grabbed her wrist, but it was too late, as she had her fingers wrapped around my cock.
“Hummmm,” Maria hummed as she felt the width of my manhood. “It looks like someone has a huge unresolved issue going on.”
“Behave!” I whispered.
Maria was not going to be denied. She pulled at my shorts, pulling then down past my hips, fully exposing my genitalia.
‘Now . . this . . .this . . is a cock!” Maria whispered, as she settled her chin on to my hip, looking at her prize.
Precum leaked from the tip end of my manhood. Maria used her thumb to smooth the clear thick liquidly stuff around the bulbous end of my manhood.
She silently sat up on her knees, and leaned over me. She kissed the tip end of my manhood and then looked up at me.
“I hope you don’t mind me taking a little taste,” Maria whispered. I was in no position to argue back.
Maria slipped her lips over the end of my tool. Little by little, she worked her way down my elongated shaft, taking her time to look up at me to gage my reaction as my manhood disappeared little by little into her mouth, as I held her long black hair back over her shoulder.
Maria was worked her mouth back and forth over my manhood. She coated my tool with her saliva, which glistened in the glow of the light from the kitchen that fell across the living room. Part of me wanted to stop her, but a part of me simply embraced what was transpiring. Maria had excellent oral skills. Marsha was good at sucking a cock, but Maria was unstoppable.
Maria cupped my testicles in her hand and then took a moment to suck on them as she worked her way around my talent. I was in heaven.
“I’m going to cum,” I explained.
“Cum in my mouth,” Maria requested. Wait. What?
Marsha found cum very distasteful and would not ever allow me to cum in her mouth, so Maria’s request was very special. She squeezed my cock just under the foreskin and that was all it took. I shot my load so forcefully that I was sure it would come out one of her other orifices. Maria didn't’t miss a drop. She took in everything I had to offer.
I couldn't believe it. My sister-in-law had just given me the blow job of a lifetime. I closed my eyes in disbelief.
Maria stripped out of her t-shirt and used it to clean things up, even though she had swallowed all of the evidence. I reached out and lightly touched her bare breast. Maria smiled, then leaned over and kissed the head of my cock.
“Hold that thought,” Maria said.
“I will,” I replied.
Maria staggered to her feet and stripped out of her panties. In the pale lighting, I could see she was cleanly shaven. She slipped on to the couch, one knee settling in the crevice between myself and the upright portion of the couch, as she lowered herself on to my body. Her warm moist pussy came to rest on top of my semi-flaccid manhood.
I told her I couldn't manage a second stiffy. Maria was fine with the physics of things.
“I just want to feel your body pressing against mine,” Maria disclosed, as she leaned forward, her breasts coming to rest on my chest. She looked directly into my eyes.
“Can you feel me?” she asked in a very hushed whisper.
“Yes,” I whispered back.”
“Good,” Maria countered, “Because tomorrow you get to feel all of me!”
I closed my eyes. This was literally unbelievable. Maria worked her hips and her pussy across my semi-flaccid cock.
“Remember how it feels,” Maria whispered. “Tomorrow, we fuck for real.”
Then, as quickly as she had appeared, Maria was gone. I readjusted my underwear and curled up into a ball on my side and I drifted back off to sleep.
*****
The sunlight beaming in through a part in the vanitian blinds awoke me, that and the locking of the door latch. Marsha was off to work. I was left all alone on the couch.
I staggered to my feet. My cock was fully erect. I didn't’t know why. Male physiology was always a mystery to me. I reached over and locked the dead bolt lock on the front door before staggering, still half asleep, down the hallway. The door to the guest bedroom was slightly open and I could easily make out the womanly figure of our house guest as she lay on the bed, shirtless and without any panties, partially covered by the bead covers.
I slipped silently into the room and then, very slowly and quietly on to the bed. Maria turned ever so slightly. Her eyes fluttered open in surprise. I took her hand in mine and shoved it past the waist-band of my boxer shorts, so she could feel my erection. A smile crept to her lips and she gripped my tool.
“Where is Marsha?” Maria inquired. I assured her that Marsha had headed off to work.
Maria smiled. She looked over at me and our lips met. That was all it took. Maria slipped under the covers and for a second time, she worked me into a frenzy of emotions, only this time, I was more than willing to reciprocate. I jammed my fingers into her shaved kitty as she went to town on my manhood. She jumped at the forcefulness with which I took advantage of her. I worked my fingers back and forth in her tight little pussy.
“Are you a virgin?” I asked.
“No,” Maria replied from under the covers.
I already knew she was on the pill. That was the one thing my mother-in-law had always mandated for her girls.
Our foreplay was short-lived. Maria was eager and willing. She spun around and asked me if I wanted to be on top or the bottom.
“Get on and ride,” I instructed. Maria pushed the bed covers to the side and straddled my hips. She grabbed my tool and pushed the head of it into the slit between her legs, as she settled down on to my lap, my cock slipping into her tight pussy. Her eyes widened as her pubic bone crashed into mine. She leaned forward, planting her palms on to my chest, flipping her long black hair back over her shoulders. She bit down on her lower lip and slowly rocked back and forth. After about a minute, she sat straight up, and started moving her hips back and forth more feverishly.
“Work it,” I said. “Work it harder!”
Maria clinched her hands into baled fists, her knuckles turning white. She lowered her head, her long black hair covering her face. She slammed her hair back over her head.
“Fuck!” she cried out, beating her clinched fists on her hips. “Oh fuck!”
I grabbed her boobs and squeezed them. Maria lowered her head, as the first orgasm rolled through her skinny body. She stopped for only a second or so, shaking her head back and forth.
“Oh my God!” Maria cried out. “I’m coming!”
She flooded my lap with her juices. I couldn't’t hold back. I shot my load deep inside of her as she collapsed forward on to my chest, her head coming to rest on my left shoulder. She dug her manicured fingers into my shoulders and shuddered.
“Oh my God!” Oh my God! Oh my God!” Maria cried out over and over as she shuddered and shook. I wrapped my arms and around her and just held on to her. We lay there for the longest time, sweaty and holding on to each other. Neither of us wanted to let go. It was a surreal experience.
Nature started to take its course.
“Oh no,” Maria moaned.
“Don’t worry,” I said, “It comes back with a vengeance.”
Maria chuckled.
“That would be a good thing,” Maria replied, as my semi-flaccid tool slipped out of her vagina. We kissed and I asked her if she was OK.
“Oh yeah,” she replied. “Now, I know why my sister loves you.”
I laughed.
“Sometimes, she doesn't’t love me,” I replied.
Maria propped herself up on my chest, her hands under her cherub face and chin.
“Well when she disappoints, “I can fill in,” Maria said.
Maria and I never repeated that interlude. A few weeks later I found out she had a boyfriend. I was a little disappointed, but quickly resigned myself to the fact that our on- time tryst would be all that we would ever share. It was fun while it lasted.
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