When I married my wife, my sister-in-law, Tammy, was a gangly college teenager. She favored my wife in many ways, except Liz was slightly less-developed and six years older than her sister. After Liz and I married, we moved to another State, about twelve hours from where her family lived, which was something Liz preferred.
We’d visit Liz’s family at Christmas and in the summer, but that was about the extinct of our face-to-face contacts. Liz stayed in contact with her family through social media and by phone.
I had Tammy as a social media friend, but didn’t correspond with her very much, mainly because of our age difference. I was thirty and she was ten years younger than myself.
I was surprised when we visited in the summer after Liz and I first got married to see that Tammy had gained quite a bit of weight at college. Liz was equally surprised and told Tammy she needed to control the food intake. Tammy was rather straightforward and told Liz to mind her own business.
“It’s my body,” Tammy declared, “I’ll do whatever I want with it.”
Liz and I decided to not say anything after this initial discussion.
Tammy went through several boyfriends and each time, she would call and cry, saying, “I don’t know why guys don’t like me.”
It was all Liz could do to not tell Tammy it was her weight that was turning the guys off. Finally, in frustration, Liz unloaded on Tammy one weekend and that pretty much ended whatever shallow relationship they had managed to keep.
Tammy didn’t make any family events after that for several years, avoiding any family event where Liz might be in attendance.
Then, a couple of weeks back, Liz’s mom, called Liz and told her that Tammy was going to be at the house to reveal a huge secret. Liz and I debated about the big secret.
“She’s got a new boyfriend,” I mused.
“She’s getting married,” Liz replied.
As it turned out, we were both wrong, colossally wrong.
Liz and I sat on the couch at her parent’s house, along with her mom, waiting for Liz’s grand arrival. Liz’s parents were divorced, so it was just the three of us. The doorbell rang and my mother-in-law couldn’t wait to open the door. She shot from the couch and flung the door open, embracing a very slender and very stylishly dressed Tammy.
Liz extended her arms and for the first time in several years, she and Tammy hugged. Tammy looked in my direction and winked.
I extended my arms as well and Tammy wrapped her arms around me, pressing herself against me, almost uncomfortably so. She smelled sweet and her hug seemed very genuine. She took a step back and asked how we liked the “new look”.
Of course, we all loved her new look and we were happy to see how drastically she had changed. Her hair was now much longer and lighter, and she had a model-like figure, which she proudly showed off with her form-fitting attire and spiked heels.
We chatted a while about her new routine and sense of self pride.
“I got some fake boobies,” Tammy disclosed, “and had some cellulite removed.”
“You look good,” Liz complimented, “We are so very proud of you.”
In a matter of minutes, it seemed like all was forgiven and put in the past. I was happy to see the family back to normal.
I settled back into the living room chair as Tammy, Liz and my mother-in-law disappeared into the kitchen. I turned on the television to catch the end of a football game. A few minutes later and Liz waltzed across the room, purse in hand and her mother following right behind her.
“We’re going to the store,” Liz declared. “We have to get some things for dinner.”
I nodded my approval and turned my head back to the football game as Liz and her mother left, locking the front door behind them.
About thirty seconds later, Tammy popped into the living room and asked if there was anything I wanted or needed.
“I’m fine,” I replied.
Tammy stepped next to the chair I was seated in and tapped my leg with her foot. I looked up to see what she wanted.
“Do you want to see them?” she asked.
I was totally clueless.
“See what?” I blindly replied.
“My new boobs,” she said.
“I’m sure they’re nice,” I replied.
“No,” Tammy replied, as she unbuttoned her shirt. “I’d really like your opinion.”
Before I could say “no” a second time, she flipped her shirt into my lap and reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. She slipped the spaghetti straps down her toned arms and tossed the bra into my lap as well.
She playfully squeezed her “man-made” breasts, lightly pinching her nipples with her fingers and a thumb.
“Feel them,” she demanded, as she bent forward reaching out to grab my hand and place my hand on one of her boobs.
“They’re better than Liz’s,” she remarked.
I nodded my head in silent agreement.
“Come on,” Tammy pressed “You cannot tell me Liz’s are any better.”
“They’re nice,” I replied.
Tammy forced herself on to my lap, facing me, her boobs mere inches away from my face.
“Suck on them,” she playfully demanded.
“Tammy,” I started to say, before she placed a lone finger over my lips to silence me.
“Just suck on them,” Tammy insisted, pressing her left nipple to my lips.
I kissed her nipple and then ran my tongue around it before cupping it with a hand and sucking on it.
“Now the other one,” Tammy instructed as she rotated her breasts in front of me. I repeated the same move, cupping her breast in my hand and lightly kissing it before sucking on it. As I did this, Tammy unfastened the snap to her jeans.
She placed her hands on my shoulders and smiled.
“You know,” Tammy said, “I’ve been waiting for a moment like this.”
“This isn’t right,” I said. “You’re my sister-in-law.”
Tammy was not going to take “no” for an answer.
Tammy pushed herself from my lap and proceeded to strip out of her tight jeans. She turned and planted her ass in my lap, as she worked her jeans past her high heeled shoes. She stood up and faced me sporting a very small thong that barely covered what needed to be covered.
“Tell me I don’t look hot!” Tammy remarked, as she slipped her hair back over her shoulder with her hand.
“You look hot,” I said, acquiescing to her request.
Tammy stepped forward and parted my knees with her bare leg, suggestively placing her knee right against my crotch.
“It looks like someone has a small issue here,” Tammy said as she slowly moved her knee back and forth.
Again, I reiterated that I didn’t think what was transpiring was appropriate.
Tammy leaned down, her hair falling across her face as she once again placed her hands on my shoulders. She bit down on her lip and smiled.
“I bet I can give you a better blow job than Liz,” Tammy whispered, as she slowly shifted her hands to my chest and then down to my crotch, never taking her eyes off from mine. The eye connection did it. Those green eyes. They got to me.
She fumbled with my trousers, unfastening my belt and then unzipping them. She reached into the opening and felt for my man tool through my boxer shorts.
“Now I know why my sister loves you,” Tammy said as she grabbed hold of my stiff cock.
Tammy fell to her knees between my legs and I arched my buttocks to help her strip me of my jeans and my boxer shorts. My nine-inch stiff cock was fully erect and sat motionless on my lower abs. Tammy studied imy manhood very cautiously, before leaning forward and placing the tip end of my cock into her mouth. She held her long hair back with one hand, and my cock in her other hand.
Tammy’s blow job was out of this world and she was right, she had much better oral skills than her older sister. I was about to blow my load when Tammy stopped. She stood up and slowly peeled out of her small black thong, barring her totally shaved and completely naked body before me.
There was not an ounce of fat on her. Trust me.
Tammy slipped a lone finger into her vagina, as I looked on.
“I’m ready,” Tammy declared, as she slipped back on to my lap facing me, her wetness teasing the tip of my cock which rested at the very entry to her womanhood. She raised up and I repositioned my cock for entry into Tammy’s love box.
Tammy rested one hand on my left shoulder as she finger-pushed my cock into her pussy. Her eyes widened as she realized I was a little bigger than she had anticipated. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend Tammy was Liz, but I couldn’t. Tammy was not Liz, not even in the slightest way.
Tammy ground herself on to my lap, working her tight little body back and forth, as we found out little rhythm. Her mouth was open, as was mine, as we both gasped for air. Liz dug her fingernails into my shoulders- both shoulders, as she collapsed on to my breast, shaking and trembling. I shot my load deep inside of her, trembling.
“I sure hope you’re on the pill,” I said as I filled her to overflowing.
“I am,” Tammy replied, still shaking and trembling.
The car lights in the driveway ended things. I grabbed my clothes and darted up the stairs. Tammy grabbed her clothes and darted into the kitchen.
I heard Liz remark to leave the front door open because it smelled funky in the house. Tammy emerged from the kitchen spraying a household odor killer.
“I don’t know what was in the garbage,” Tammy declared, “but it was really, REALLY spoiled.”
Anna, my mother-in-law apologized, saying she had forgotten to take out the trash. I jumped in the shower. Liz appeared in the doorway of the bathroom.
“Who won the game?” she asked.
I didn’t have a clue, so I called it for “Florida State”.
“Bet that makes you happy,” Liz said.
“Yes, it does,” I replied. “Yes, it does.”
Funny thing. Florida State wasn’t even playing that weekend. Not that it mattered.
