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I had come back home to Boulder to help take care of my aging mother. My younger brother, Bobby, had been doing his best to care for Mom, but with his own family to take care of plus trying to work and take of mother at the same time, it was proving more than he could handle.
That night I had been invited over to his house for dinner. Karen, my brother's wife, had made a pot roast and she was, according to the reports I'd gotten, an excellent cook. So I was looking forward to a good home-cooked meal. I had picked up a bottle of a decent Merlot for us for dinner and headed over to their house.
I knocked on the door of their house and Karen answered the door. Karen was a very pretty young woman. She had a beautiful face, with bright blue eyes and when she smiled, you couldn't help but smile back. She had soft auburn hair that cascaded in soft curls to the middle of her back.
She had a body that wouldn't quit, too. Firm high breasts with hard pointy nipples that you just wanted to suck, an ass that would make any bikini-clad Sports Illustrated model envious, and legs that you would kill to have wrapped around you.
I had always thought that Jimmy was lucky to have found such a girl. Myself, I had been involved with a girl who I thought was going to be my forever soulmate, but it didn't work out.
We found we didn't want the same things for our future after all and we eventually broke up. It was painful but amicable–neither of us saw a future for us at that point.
I gave Karen the bottle of wine and she smiled and thanked me. Then she took my hand and led me into the living room where Bobby was sitting. "Would you like a drink or something, James?" she asked me.
I saw Bobby with a beer in his hand so I responded "I'll have whatever the gentleman in the Lay-Z-Boy is having!" Karen giggled at the joke and turned to go get me a beer.
In less than a minute, she came back in with my beer and handed it to me. "Thank you, Karen," I said and she looked up at me with a feeble smile.
She had no more sat down when my brother said angrily, "Where's my beer? Get back in there and bring me another beer, too. You want our guest to drink by himself? What kind of hostess are you anyway!"
Karen bounced back up out of the chair and hurried into the kitchen to get Bobby another beer. I looked at him shocked–this isn't the Bobby I remembered!
"What? She knows better than that! She wants us to have company over but then she doesn't know the first damn thing about being a good hostess! She is lousy at dinner parties! Hell, she isn't even much of a wife!" he said, slurring his words a bit.
I could tell he'd had his share of beer and then a couple. Bobby never could hold his liquor and he was a mean drunk. Not fighting mean, just mean-spirited and vicious with his words. He always said things drunk that he'd have to apologize for the next morning.
And sometimes he'd mouth off to the wrong person and get his ass kicked–I don't know how many bar fights I'd had to back him up in or rescue him from. He'd also spent more than one night in the county drunk tank or jail.
Unfortunately, this time the one he had hurt wasn't some drunk at the bar. It wasn't someone who didn't know him or wouldn't remember what was said if he did. This time he hurt Karen. Because just as he was finishing his tirade on how lousy she was, Karen came around the corner with his beer hearing his words "Hell, she isn't even much of a wife!" loud and clear.
Embarrassed beyond words, Karen set the beer down on a small table by the doorway and ran into the bedroom. I sat there slack-jawed as Bobby said "Good riddance!" and laid his head back on his chair and proceeded to nod off into an alcohol-induced slumber.
As soon as I heard him begin snoring (which only took a few moments the way he head was tilted to one side), I got up from my chair and went in to see if I could help Karen.
I walked down the hall until I heard sobbing coming from one room. I softly knocked on the door and the sobbing stopped instantly. A pause and then the door opened just a crack.
"Karen? Can I come in honey?" I asked sweetly.
"I'm a mess. You don't want to see me," she said. I pushed the door open slowly peeking around it carefully. Karen was standing in the middle of the room with her back towards me and her face in her hands. I came into the room slowly and came up behind her.
"Karen, sweetheart, are you okay?" I asked, then I gently touched her shoulder and rubbed between her shoulder blades.
My gentle touch and words must have done the trick because she whirled around and buried her face in my chest, sobbing all over again.
"Oh, James! I don't know what to do! He is so mean now! He hates being married and he hates being married to me!" she sobbed. I took her over and sat her on the edge of the bed and then sat next to her with my arm around her shoulders.
"What's going on Karen? I know I've been away in Dallas for a while, but this isn't the Bobby I grew up with. The Bobby I knew drank and got in fights, but he always was good to the women. He was actually quite a flirt–something else that got him into fights a lot. What happened to change him so much?" I asked.
"I don't know. We were so happy once. I loved being married to your brother and I thought he was happy too. Things were wonderful at first. Then you moved away and then Mom got sick, and things just spiraled downwards from there.
"He took to drinking more… sometimes so much I would have to go to get him and bring him home. He got into fights all the time with his drinking. Did you know that he was in the hospital last year because he pissed off some guys at the Dew Drop Inn and they beat the shit out of him and left him in the alley?
"It was the bartender who found him when he went to take out the trash at closing time. He was laying next to the dumpster half dead. He was in the hospital for a week recovering and even longer here at home until he was well enough to go back to work," she said.
I listened as she told me all about life with Bobby.
"Yeah, that made money tight, with him out of work and the hospital bills. Which meant that there wasn't money for beer for him. Which pissed him off more. Well, Bobby was going to have his beer, so the money that should have gone to bills instead went to the bars and we fell behind in our bills.
"They cut the cable TV so he couldn't watch his football and baseball games. 'No problem' he said, and he spent even more time at the bar drinking. Then the calls started coming in… collections agencies began calling all the time.
"It's gotten to where we are afraid to answer the telephone. We have an answering machine that screens our calls and we have to clear it almost daily because of all the people wanting their money.
"Still Bobby goes to the bars. He says that he deserves to enjoy himself–he works hard and takes care of Mom and me and deserves to have a beer once in a while to relax.
"James, I don't fault him for that, the man does work hard and does take care of us the best he can. But he doesn't stop with just a beer once in a while like he says. It's usually more like a six-pack every day and who knows what he drinks before coming home.
"I'm scared James. I'm scared that one day he won't come home. Either he will get killed driving drunk, or by someone who won't leave him half dead by the dumpster. I'm afraid he might find someone else and decide I'm not worth bothering with anymore.
"Or that he will just say the hell with it all and get in the car and drive away and I'll never hear from him again. Men have been known to just throw it all away and move to someplace else to start over again. And what will happen to me?" she said.
Karen looked down this whole time and I could see tears dripping from her cheeks and staining the pretty dress she was wearing.
"Karen, honey, it will be all right. Bobby is just going through a rough patch right now with Mom and everything. I will have a talk with him tomorrow when he is more lucid… right now he is passed out in his chair. He won't be worth a damn until morning," I said.
"James you are so sweet. You've always been sweet to me, even before you went off to Dallas," she said.
Karen and my brother had been a couple for a few years and I had met her long before I moved to Dallas five years ago. She was with Bobby and watched as my relationship fell apart, helping me to see that is was for the best after all.
To be honest, I was a little jealous that my younger brother had landed such a fine woman as Karen and that I missed out.
"Well Karen it's not a matter of being sweet, honey, I just don't like to see you crying. I know my brother has a drinking problem. He has had one for years. We tried getting him help, but he doesn't see the need to change. And until he does, he won't change. People only change when they are so sick and tired of their current situation, that they change it themselves," I said.
I didn't know it at the time, but that last sentence would come to be prophesy.
Karen then turned towards me, wrapping her arms around me and gave me a kiss. At first, it was just a "Thank you for being nice," kind of kiss, and I kissed her back as if to say "Your welcome".
However, she didn't pull back after a second or two. In fact, as she continued to kiss me, she moved closer and deepened her kiss. I felt her hand behind my head running her long slender fingers through my hair. I could feel her need as her body trembled against mine.
Without even thinking, I pushed the girl back on the bed so she was laying on her back. I moved so that I was over her and she looked up into my face.
"James…" she whimpered. I knew what she wanted. Because I wanted it too.
I felt like I was back in high school, a fumbling, geeky kid, struggling to learn his way around the female form. My hands roamed all over Karen's body, exploring her and learning all the curves and valleys I had, to this point, only viewed.
As we kissed and groped each other, our breathing was getting faster by the second. It seemed as if the more we explored, the more there was to explore.
We kissed, long and deep and passionately while her hands were grasping my ass and mine were playing with her breasts. Then we moved our hands and she began stroking my cock through my jeans. I reciprocated by playing with her pussy.
At first, I played with her through the panties separating my fingers from her tender skin, but soon I slipped my hand under the skimpy garment and touched, for the very first time, her neatly trimmed box.
Playing with Karen's pussy brought gasps and moans from deep within her. Her head moved side to side as I toyed with her pussy, fingering and playing with the lips and rubbing her little clit.
Then came the real finger-fucking which started as I slid two fingers knuckle deep inside her, then spread them to capture her clit between them.
"Oh my god! Oh, James, that feels so good!" moaned Karen. "Please, don't stop!"
I wasn't about to stop. I had waited for this moment for far too long to quit now. I continued pumping my fingers in and out of her hungry cunt, alternating slow strokes with fast ones, taking my cue from her responses.
Her first orgasm came on fast and hard as I worked her clit and cunt while kissing her neck. She enjoyed the orgasm, grabbing the bedsheets with one hand and clutching a pillow to her chest and biting a corner to cover the screams of pleasure.
I kept on finger-fucking her even through her orgasm–I might not get a chance at another, so I wanted her to remember this one! When she was finally finished cumming, and her twisting and writhing had diminished, she looked up at me, smiling.
"That was amazing, James, wonderful and amazing. I haven't cum like that in years."
I was pretty damn proud of myself, knowing I could still bring a girl off so good yet so easily. It was a great feeling knowing I had "the touch" or whatever.
It had been ages since I'd had the pleasure of just playing with a woman like this–most of the girls back in Dallas either just wanted to get me off with a quick blowjob or they wanted to get on with the fucking. Foreplay like this was actually a luxury!
We held each other for a while before Karen said something that completely floored me. I had thought the hand action might be her limit, that she was going to realize what she was doing was wrong and stop us from going any further. But what happened next was something I've only seen in those corny, low-budget porno films.
"James, please don't take this the wrong way, but your brother is a real jerk. I've never told anyone this because I wanted to keep the peace in the family, but your brother treats me like shit. What you saw today was a good day, as days with him go.
"He always yells at me, and belittles me; calling me stupid and worthless amongst other less pleasant words, he breaks my things... special things that he knows mean a lot to me like my mother's things.
"He's not at all like you, James. I've wanted to leave him several times, but then he sobers up and realizes what he's done and apologizes. James, I can't take much more of this.
"I need someone who will treat me right. I deserve better than this, James. I've been a good wife to him, and I deserve better" she said, her voice wavering again.
I laid down next to her and took her into my arms, holding my sister-in-law close as she trembled in my arms. I couldn't tell whether she was shaking because she was near to tears or whether she was shaking because of what we had just done.
"James, I want you to fuck me. I want you to rip my clothes off me, throw me onto the bed and take me however you want to. I need to feel like a woman again James… I'm tired of being Bobby's doormat," she said.
"But, Karen, I don't have any… protection," I said.
"I don't care, it would serve him right if I did get pregnant by his brother! But don't worry, I'm on the pill–I couldn't see having Bobby's kid with him like this, and Bobby sure as hell wouldn't be a good father, being drunk all the time.
I didn't need to be asked twice. I got up from the bed, pulling her to her feet as well. Then I spun her around so her back was to me and took hold of the zipper of her dress. I began slowly sliding the zipper down, kissing along her spine as the dress parted for me.
With each kiss, her moans got louder the further down I went. When her zipper reached the end of its run just above the flare of her ass, I stood back up slipping the straps off her soft, smooth, shoulders.
Out of modesty or maybe just because she had been belittled and demeaned so much already, she held her dress up around her breasts with her hands while I pulled aside her silky red hair, kissing her neck and down to her now bare shoulders.
After I had kissed her neck and both shoulders, I turned her back to face me. Karen looked up at me, her soft, baby blue eyes sparkling and biting her bottom lip demurely.
I put my hand along her jawline and with my thumb, I softly stroked her lips. She released her bottom lip and I raised her face to mine and kissed her tenderly once more.
Then I pulled back and I took the edges of her dress and pulling them gently from her hands I lowered the dress to reveal her magnificent breasts.
I had to pause just to take in the sight of Karen's breasts. To call them "perfect" would be a disservice to perfection. They were 34D's, but full and firm and not a hint of drooping. They had dark rosy areola capped with the cutest pink nipples God ever put on a woman.
"You like them?" she asked, breaking me from my distraction. I looked up into her eyes. I saw a woman who needed an answer… who needed to hear that she was still desirable and sexy.
I answered her question not with words, but actions. I licked my lips then leaned down and took one of those cute pink nipples in my mouth, licking and sucking on the tender morsel and nipping at it gently with my teeth.
"Oh, James! Yes! Bite my nipples! Harder please, bite them harder!" she moaned loudly as she felt my hot mouth on her sensitive nipple. She grabbed the back on my head shoving it into her breast as she fed my her creamy globe with the other. Her head fell back and she closed her eyes rapturous in the feelings I was giving her.
Not one to be selfish, I switched sides and gave the other breast an equal amount of attention and she moaned again as the feelings doubled. She would tell me later on that licking and sucking on her responsive nipples were an extreme turn-on for her and always got her pussy wet.
Finally, she couldn't wait any longer. She pulled away and finished getting undressed and I did as well. When she got down to her panties, I stopped what I was doing and watched as the last vestige of clothing my sweet sister-in-law was wearing fell to the ground around her delicate ankles.
What stood before me was a sexy, desirable, passionate woman who wanted to be loved–emotionally and physically. I already had the emotional part down; I loved her dearly. She may have been married to my brother, but in my eyes, she was more sister than sister-in-law.
Left standing in nothing now but my boxers, Karen stood in front of me, biting her index fingernail playfully, her eyes locked on mine. She looked me over, her eyes scanning over me until they found what they were searching for.
She smiled as she saw the effect she was having on me and then she stepped forward, taking the hard thick bulge in her hand.
"Is this for me, James?" she breathed lustfully.
"It is if you want it, Karen," I said.
"Oh I do, James, very much. She knelt down and took hold of the waistband of my boxers and pulled them slowly down. The tip of my cock peeked out from the waistband as she pulled them down a bit further.
As she revealed more and more of my cock, I saw her eyes get wider and her jaw start to drop. When I finally sprang fully free, she gasped.
"Oh James!" she said shocked, "I see you got the cock in the family! Bobby isn't nearly as big as you are!"
"Well, I was first born. I took a little more than my share I guess!" I said jokingly.
"I'll say. But that's good–I'm sure you know how to use every inch!" she said.
"Well you can tell me when we are done," I said.
"Oh, I'm sure you will know how you're doing as we go along, James. I'm kinda noisy when I'm having a good time!" she blushed.
"No problem, Bobby is out like a light. You could drive a fire truck through the living room with its siren going and he wouldn't even roll over! That boy could sleep through a plane crash!" I said.
"Yeah, I usually just let him sleep where he is. It's near impossible to wake him and I like the peace and quiet in my room," she said. Then she wrapped her tiny hand around my cock and looked up at me,
"Fuck him, let him sleep–I have what I want right here!" And as she kept her eyes locked on mine, she pushed my cock up against my stomach and, holding it there, she gave the underside a long slow lick from nuts to tip.
She began licking my cock all over going all around it making sure every inch was coated in her saliva. She licked under my balls and took each of them into her mouth one at a time to give them proper loving.
Then she moved back up to circle the cap and run her tongue over, finding a little pearl of pre-cum as a treat for doing such a good job.
"Mmmm, you taste so good, baby… a lot better than your brother's piddly cock!" she said, smiling up at me. Then she put the tip to her lips and began a long, slow slide down my meatpole, taking me into her warm, wet, mouth a little at a time. God, she felt great!
She pushed me into her mouth until I felt the tip hit the back of her throat and then she began bobbing her head up and down on my cock, slowly at first then increasing in speed until my moaning told her that she was at the right speed and rhythm.
I entwined my hands in her soft hair holding her head and fucking her face. Karen loved it and moaned around my cock, the vibrations of her moaning only spurring me on. I was luxuriating in the warm wetness of this woman's mouth almost too much.
I could feel the cum boiling in my nuts and I knew if I didn't do something quickly, this would be one short party! It had been a while since my last sexual romp and I wasn't prepared for this one so I knew I had to act fast.
I pulled out of Karen's mouth, explaining, "Sorry, Karen honey, but if you had kept going, I would have blown my load way before I had a chance to sample that sweet pussy!" I helped her to stand up then and, in compliance with her request to be thrown on the bed, I picked her up and tossed her on the bed, giggling hysterically.
"On your knees you little slut!" I said. She looked at me with a big grin on her face and instantly moved into position with her ass high in the air kneeling on the edge of the bed with her head and upper body on the bed. I pushed her legs further apart and she moved the way I wanted her.
I had always admired Karen's tight round ass; the way she wore those tight skirts and the way she made it wiggle under them always drove me crazy. And now seeing it bare and inviting on the bed in front of me nearly made me cum on the spot!
"Reach back and pull your ass apart–show me that pussy you want me to fuck, slut!" I said. I heard her giggle at my command but she did as I instructed, pulling her sweet ass apart and showing off her pussy and crinkled asshole plainly to me.
It was then that I pulled the proverbial "rabbit out of the hat". Karen was fully expecting to feel the head of my cock at her pussy entrance and she was prepared for me to push my way inside her. But that isn'tTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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