Matt grabs his tool bag from the back of his van and walks towards the front door. Using the keys, he lets himself in.
“Hello?” he asks loudly at the front door. He hears movement upstairs.
“Oh, hey,” Debbie, his sister-in-law, says to him walking down the stairs, she gives him a hug, wrapping both arms around his neck. He feels her press her body up against his. Strange, he thinks.
“I didn’t realise you would be around so early. Good job I wasn’t doing anything naughty.” She says with a hint of a smirk. Debbie is just a blonde version of his late wife, only a little taller. Both wear glasses, have very similar face shapes, both smile the same with a good set of teeth, and both are very pretty. Matt felt a tear in his heart reopen at the striking similarity.
“It’s the tap in the kitchen.” She walks towards the kitchen. Matt noticed her very short workout shorts; they just about covered her bum. Her bum looked very good in them; he was struggling to keep his eyes off it.
As he walked behind her, he could smell her sweet perfume; it wasn’t too overpowering. She looked back and saw him looking at her bum.
“Do you think it’s grown?” She asked.
“Well, it looks very firm,” Matt was caught off guard. Debbie grabbed a handful.
“Well, all those squats are paying off. Also need to look good on holiday, don’t I?” She walked over to the tap and turned it on, but nothing happened.
“It stopped working last night,” Debbie told Matt.
“Okay, I’ll just replace the tap. Should be pretty easy, I’ve got a spare tap in the van.” He came back into the house with a tap. Matt opened the cupboard and removed the contents. He took the middle shelf off and disconnected the tap from the pipework. He grabbed his box spanner to loosen the tap back nut.
“Ah, this might be a little trickier; the back nut is pretty rusted.” He felt Debbie straddle him, sitting right on his cock. She leaned under the sink, her face so close to his he could smell the mint on her breath from the chewing gum she had been chewing.
“I can’t see. Where do you mean?” She leaned closer on him, her breasts pressed against his chest. He also felt her groin pushing against his cock. He knew she could feel his semi-hard cock growing. He was attracted to Debbie; how could he not be? She was a blonde version of his wife. He pointed to the rusted nut, his other hand instinctively placed on the small of her back.
“There,” He told her.
“Oh yeah. That won’t be too hard, will it?” She asked him. His lips centimetres from hers.
“It will be harder with you on top of me,” he replied.
“Oh, I bet it will,” Debbie replied seductively. She slid off Matt.
“Will you be able to fix it though?”
“Oh yeah, it’s still relatively easy; it just will require a bit of muscle,” Matt told her.
“Do you need me for anything?” A few things come to Matt’s mind, all of them including his cock inside her.
“Nope, I’m all good,” he told her.
“Okay, I’ll just be upstairs. Help yourself to whatever you want.” He wanted to help himself to her.
Matt went to work changing the tap. He suddenly realised just how hot it was inside the house. He removed his sweater. The heating must be on, he thought. He had just removed the tap when Debbie’s head popped around the door.
“I need your opinion on something. But you have to be honest with me,”
Matt got out from under the sink.
“Go for it, Deb.”
Debbie stepped around the door. Matt’s mouth nearly hit the floor.
“What do you think?” Debbie asked with a smirk at the reaction of his face. Debbie was standing there in a string bikini.
Matt didn’t know how to react.
“So what do you think?” She asked, turning around, showing Matt the back of it.
“It doesn’t leave much to the imagination!” Now he definitely couldn’t take his eyes off her.
“How does it look on though?” she asked, turning around and showing him her arse. Debbie’s figure was enticing. Her arse was full and firm, her legs were toned, her stomach was flat with the faint lines of ab muscles, and her boobs sat perfectly on her chest. She didn’t have massive boobs but a good handful.
“Well, you look amazing in it, of course.” Matt could feel his cock begin to ache; he was getting harder again.
“When is this for?” He asked her.
“When we go to Turkey.”
“So on the family holiday?” He confirmed, to which she nodded.
“Think this might be a little too revealing?” she asked.
Matt nodded. “Just a little. Don’t get me wrong; I’d love to see you in it! But yeah, a bit too revealing for that holiday?”
Debbie raised one eyebrow. “You’d love to see me in it?”
Matt found himself in a trap. If he said no, then he had just lied; if he said yes, then he was saying he wanted to see his sister-in-law in next to nothing. He decided to be honest. “Of course, I mean look at you! Your body is unreal! Who wouldn’t want to see you in that? You and Kel look the same, and obviously I think she is beautiful,” Matt stopped himself there.
“So you’re saying you think I’m beautiful as well then?” Debbie still had that smirk.
“Well, I didn’t actually say that,” he countered.
Debbie’s eyebrow raised “So you don’t think I’m beautiful?”
“You just want to hear me say it, don’t you?” Matt now had a smirk on his face. She nodded.
“Yes, I think you are beautiful, Deb,” a smile spread across her face.
“You aren’t too bad yourself,” she finished with a wink.
“So this is a no?” She asked, indicating the bikini.
“Well, for this holiday, yes, I’d maybe leave it here,” Matt confirmed
“Maybe I’ll bring it if we ever go away together, alone.” she winked again and walked away, Matt’s eyes taking in her body. He had to readjust his cock; a hard cock was uncomfortable in work trousers.
He was still standing there stunned for a minute. He knew what had just happened, but he couldn’t believe it had. Debbie was being extremely flirtatious today; it was bordering on inappropriate, but he wasn’t going to say anything.
Matt went back to fitting the new tap. He was putting the tap together when he heard Debbie walk into the kitchen again. He turned his head, his jaw almost hitting the floor again.
“What about this one?” Debbie asked. Again turning around to give him a full view of her body. She was wearing a tie-dye thong bikini.
“Erm, less revealing than the other one for sure.”
“It’s the brand you follow on Insta,” Matt knew he recognised it.
“I thought it looked familiar,” he told her, still not able to take his eyes off her. His cock was aching now.
“Is a thong appropriate for a family holiday?” He asked her.
“Well, what’s the difference between normal bikini bottoms that ride into your arse and a thong?” She countered.
Matt laughed. “Yeah, you’re right; I’m not sure.” She had a point.
“I guess because you can pull them back out?” He knew it was clutching at straws.
“So this is a no?” she confirmed.
“I mean, you can do what you want, but I’d say maybe just stick with normal bikinis or all-in-ones,” he suggested. She nodded and walked away, his eyes following her arse.
10 minutes later the water was flowing out the spout of the tap. Matt was checking the connections to make sure there was no leak.
“Oh, you’ve fixed it,” he heard Debbie ask.
“You seem surprised. Do you have actual clothes on?” He asked from under the sink.
“Yeah, I actually have clothes on; much to your disappointment, I’m going to guess. Seems as you couldn’t take your eyes off me,” Matt didn’t reply because he didn’t know what to reply with.
“And no, I’m not surprised.”
Matt got up from under the sink and started to put back the shelf and then the contents. He stood up and turned to Debbie. She was standing there in a very thin, almost see-through robe. It looked like she had nothing on underneath. Matt could see her nipples outlined through the robe.
“Any other pipes that need fixing? Or leaks that need plugging?” This time Matt had a smirk. This time it was Debbie who didn’t know what to say. She walked over to the tap and turned it on and off.
“You’re very good with your hands, aren’t you?” She turned around smirking.
“Oh, you have no idea,” he told her.
“How can I repay you?” She asked flirtatiously.
“A few things spring to mind,” he saw her eyes look down at his groin.
“I think maybe that fashion show you gave me earlier was more than enough payment,” he laughed.
“No, no, no. That was just me in a bikini; you’ll see me for two weeks wearing bikinis,” Matt could see her thinking.
“How about a shoulder massage now, and I’ll send you something later?” That piqued Matt’s interest.
“What will you send me later?” he enquired.
“You’ll have to wait and see, won’t you?” she teased.
“It will be worth the wait, I promise. Sit on the chair and take your top off. I’ll go get my massage oils.”
“You don’t have to pay me anything; honestly, it’s fine,” Matt said genuinely. He meant what he said about seeing her in those bikinis.
“Sit. Top off,” she commanded. As she walked away, Matt looked at her arse and could see the bottom of her bum cheeks.
Matt shrugged, pulled a chair out from the table, and sat down on it. He heard Debbie walking down the stairs, and his heart started to race in excitement. His cock started to get harder.
“Top off,” she told him.
“I want to give you a proper massage.” Matt did as he was told and removed his top. He heard a squirt and then Debbie rubbing her hands together. The moment her hands touched his shoulders, he felt a thrill. Most people can say they can give a massage, and most of the time it’s not true, but Debbie had done lessons on how to give a massage, and Matt could tell. He couldn’t stop himself, and a moan escaped his lips.
“You are very good with your hands,” he told her. His eyes were closed, and he was completely relaxed.
He felt her lips on his ear. “Oh, you have no idea,” she whispered. Matt didn’t think his cock could get any harder; it was almost bursting through his trousers. His mind was imagining her hands wrapped around his cock, giving his hard member a massage.
Debbie walked around, Matt’s eyes opening. She straddled him on the chair. As her gown parted, he caught sight of black Lacey Lounge underwear. She sat on his lap. If she could feel his rock-hard cock, she paid no notice. She started to massage his shoulders from the front, also doing his chest and biceps. Every now and then she would rock her hips back and forth.
After what seemed like an eternity, she stopped. She stood up from his lap. Matt’s cock was hurting; it was aching so much.
“Did you enjoy that?” She asked seductively.
“You are very good at that.” He stood up and stretched. He watched Debbie bite her lip, looking at him hungrily.
“I would say you can shower here, but I’m not sure I can.” Her voice drifted off into a mischievous grin.
“You’ll get the other half of your payment later,” she told him. Matt put his top back on and nodded.
“Thanks again; you’re a superstar,” she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him another hug, pressing her body into his.
Matt walked out the door and placed his tool bag in the back of his van. When he walked through his front door, his phone alerted him with a message. He knew it was Debbie; everyone in his contact list who was important had their own message alert tone.
He opened the message and his jaw snapped open. Debbie had sent him a picture of her standing in front of the mirror in her bedroom in a bright neon green crutchless lingerie set. He noticed on the bed there was also a selection of vibrators and other toys. He felt his cock begin to grow harder.