My Story with My Sister-in-Law - Part 1

This story actually happened about 10 years ago, and since I've never been able to talk about it with anyone, for obvious reasons, I decided to share it today in the form of a short story, and needless to say, all the names have been changed.
The first time I saw my sister-in-law, I didn't notice her at all, a sister-in-law, because she was my brother-in-law's girlfriend.
This is Joana, the prisoner. He spoke the day he took her to our apartment.
She was a small girl, even pretty, but dressed almost like a moleque. She liked funk and music like that and even had boyish ways. I don't know what my brother-in-law saw in her. But things changed. After a while she got the girl pregnant. And twins to make matters worse. They had nowhere to fall dead. But they ended up finding a way. My wife and I helped out with some things and they got some money to do a little digging in the back of my in-laws' house. And life went on without any more changes.
My wife and I were always very busy and in our free time we liked to travel a lot, so around the time she was about to give birth, I was out of touch for a while. My wife was going to visit them, but I always had an appointment.
But after a couple of months, I finally went to meet the babies. And I got a fright. As soon as I walked in, I found Joanna sitting in the living room of my in-laws' house, her legs crossed and leaning on the arm of the sofa. She was very different. She had become more corpulent after the birth, especially the breasts that were so full of milk that they almost didn't fit inside the open blouse. She had a small belly still a little swollen from the birth, but that didn't draw attention. Also, I don't know by some miracle, she finally realized that boys' clothes don't look very cool on girls now, and she was wearing a skirt at knee height that showed in a very sensual way, but without vulgarity, the beautiful legs she had.
I've always been a respectful and discreet guy, sometimes even too much. Besides, my wife is very beautiful (she has the most beautiful pair of thighs I've ever seen, seriously) so I've never been much into flirting with other women and it never even crossed my mind to be unfaithful. But when I saw that Joana was that woman, something happened to me that hadn't happened since I was 13 and went crazy for anything that wore a skirt. My dick got hard almost instantly. I was so embarrassed that I barely greeted the staff. I pulled myself into a corner so no one would notice. My wife sat down next to me and commented: _ aren't they beautiful, love? <unk> referring to the babies that were right next to her.
It's a good thing they didn't pull on your brother.
The situation was so serious that I had to pretend that I wanted to go to the bathroom, to see if a little fist would give my mast a rest. I was already afraid that someone would notice. After quickly relieving myself, I was able to pull myself together and finally join the staff. But all afternoon I kept an eye on Joanna. I commented to my wife how beautiful she was and she replied: _ Yes, who would have thought that under that man's clothes there was this brunette, huh?
At night at home, I had to relieve myself with my boss, which was a bit strange, because I've never had sex with my wife thinking about another woman, seriously, but I can't get Joana out of my head, it was one of the most animal fucks I've ever had.
Then time went by and I got used to Joanna's new look. It also helped that she had changed on the outside, but not on the inside. Although she was a great mother to her children, she was still the same girl with manners and likes for fun, besides being a little nervous and outgoing. So I ended up forgetting about that woman.
About five years after the twins were born, my in-laws moved inland, and the whole family decided to spend the weekend at their place - my wife and I, my brother-in-law, my sister-in-law, and the twins.
The place was beautiful, though simple, but it had a wonderful landscape and a gigantic orchard full of all kinds of fruits and vegetables.
One day, it was about two o'clock, my wife and my mother-in-law wanted to go to the city to buy some things and needed someone to take them. I had work to do (for a change I had work to do on vacation) and my father-in-law had left very early. So my brother-in-law went to take both of them. After everyone had left I went to my room to get the cable of my laptop that was already with a weak battery. That's when I ran into Joana in the corridor:
Hey girl, didn't you go with the others?
No, the kids were so asleep and I didn't want to wake up, so I had to stay.
I could have kept an eye on them. I said I'd be a gentleman, even though I knew the boys wouldn't like to wake up and not see their mother around.
And besides, he's very busy, he doesn't leave his computer to shit.
I was joking, and I ran to plug the cable into my computer, which was already beeping.
It was almost two hours later, and I decided to take a break, and I went to get something to drink. I was there, alone, looking at the landscape from the balcony, when I heard a cry. I went to the children's room, and one of them was stirring, probably having a dream. I went to see if everything was okay, and the boy went back to sleep peacefully when I approached. Then I went to check where my sister-in-law was, and I saw that she was sleeping in the room. She was lying on her side, and she was wearing one of those pants that look like a gym suit. Boy, what a cute little bundle. I didn't know what hit me, because I was standing there and looking at her in that sublime position. I think I stood there for a few minutes and was almost hypnotized, because I didn't realize that she was moving. She opened her eyes and gave me her face, and she was crying with that hungry look.
"What is it?" she asked, still half asleep.
I, who must have been totally damaged, couldn't even think to speak, so I just opened my mouth and let the shit come out.
I still think about it today and laugh at my temporary mental retardation.
Joanna looked at me with a half-eaten face, half wanting to give laughter: _ Ta crazy, oh?
It's driving me crazy with those pants on.
That's when the look on her face changed, and she got serious, and she looked down, and I was wearing sweatpants, and I couldn't hide the fact that my little friend was controlling my brain.
I never gave you that kind of freedom, no. And he got up and left the room.
That's when I came back to reality. Fuck it! What had I done? Idiot! Idiot!
I was so nervous that my dick almost went in, and if she'd even mentioned it to my brother-in-law or worse, my wife, my house would collapse, and I would literally shit my pants.
After that I went to the room and didn't leave until the people came back from the city. My brother-in-law arrived and he was already in his room, which was next to mine, so I could hear everything that was said. I was trembling thinking about the possibility of Joana telling him what had happened, but that's not what happened. He asked how she was, she said that everything was fine, that the children had slept all afternoon and she enjoyed resting too. Then my wife came into our room, I got a fright but I managed to disguise myself. She kissed me, told me what she did in the city and blah, blah, blah. It's a good thing she didn't notice my nervousness.
But the way I am, I could not pretend that everything was fine and during dinner everyone noticed that I was very quiet. Joana seemed normal, at least to me. Although I could not look at her much, for fear of her looking at me. At night, my wife asked me if something had happened and I even thought fast and invented that I was upset because I had lost my job because of a stick in the notebook. She swallowed me and tried to cheer me up with some caresses. But I was still so nervous about that story that I didn't roll anything.
The next day, although a little better, I was still ashamed to face Joana at breakfast. I pretended to be asleep and got up later, but it didn't help much because when I left my room I ran into my brother-in-law and my sister-in-law.
I tried to look normal and said, "Good morning!
Joanna said nothing and the two of them went to the bedroom to change and go to the pool.
That day, everyone practically spent the day in the pool. I stayed in mine, lying in the net and watching everything from afar. My wife came in an hour and asked: What about? Will you try to recover the files? <unk> about the lie that I had invented.
I shouldn't have brought work here, I'll see it when we get home.
- Yeah, well, then get that face fixed and come to the pool with us.
I was still trying to avoid my sister-in-law (I'm such a jerk, it's true) and I said I'd leave it until tomorrow because I had to go up to the barbecue to prepare the barbecue.
Then, when everyone had left the pool, I was tending to the barbecue, and I heard someone calling from the bathroom next to the pool. It was my sister-in-law. She had gone to bathe in the bathroom outside, because the shower was better, but she had forgotten to bring a towel. I pretended I hadn't heard, but then she looked through the little window and saw me.
"Celius, ask Romeo to bring my towel, please", she cried, asking me to speak to my brother-in-law. I then called for him, and heard him shouting back from inside, "You're dressing the boys. The towel is on the pole, please hand it over to her".
I was kind of static, but then it hit me that that deal was already going too far, so I stopped being cool and went to the rack to get the towel and hand it to her.
"Look at the towel, Joanna", I said, trying to slide the towel through the window sill, but she said:
It doesn't go through the window, it hangs on the doorknob and I grab it.
That's what I did, and when I turned to go back to the barbecue, she spoke from inside the bathroom.
I'm not going to open the door now, because otherwise you'll get a hard stick again, you've already seen it!
I blushed right away, even though I wasn't face-to-face with her.
I answered, more awkwardly than a nerd in front of a porn actress.
It's good to see me in my pants, imagine seeing me naked.
I didn't think she was joking like that about what had happened. Then I was sure that she wasn't angry with me. But then I started to ramble and think that maybe she even enjoyed the episode. But after thinking about it for a while I fell into reality and came to the conclusion that she was talking like that to emphasize that she didn't think too much about what had happened and to make it clear that she had no grudge. So, much more relieved, I joked too so that everything would finally get back to normal.
It's just that I like to imagine it more than I like to see the whole thing.
That's some crazy shit, huh?
- It might as well be. - And he comes out laughing, already relieved.
Then everything went back to normal. My relationship with Joana went back to what it was, with us playing and talking as we always did. Everything was very quiet, when two days later, we were all in my father-in-law's garden, picking some maracujas and pumpkins that were already ripe when I went to get a cart in the tool room to carry everything. When I came out of the garden, I saw my sister-in-law hanging clothes on the pole. I walked past her and joked: "Work, slave!
Without turning to me, she said, "Go away, you fool!" And she put out her hand and gave my friend a gentle slap.
I froze in a mixture of surprise and excitement. I stared at her with wide-eyed eyes. Then she looked at me and was kind of touched by the stupidity she had done. She looked half worried, half laughing, and after a few seconds of silence spoke, as if letting out a nervous chuckle at the same time: _ Iiiih! Sorry, here it is!
Then, in a totally irresponsible act, I reached out and touched her vagina over her bermuda, just like that, without saying a word.
She walked away frightened. But she didn't say anything either. She stared at me, now with a face as frightened as mine. Then, still without saying anything, she reached out and grabbed my dick. She grabbed it, no, she squeezed it with so much desire that it even hurt. Then my desire went to the heights. I was so mad that I didn't think twice, I lowered and bermuda and kicked my dick, hard as a piece of wood, out.
My sister-in-law didn't do anything but stare with her eyes still wide open, so I took her hand and put it there on my stick.
She was still there, holding me and looking at me with that scared face. I was going crazy with her looking at me like that and holding my dick. I took her hand and started to make her masturbate. She was looking at me and then she turned to see if anyone was near. I was also looking towards the house and the garden, while she was with her legs twisted with so much passion. I could see that she was also shaking with fear and excitement at the same time. Then finally she opened her mouth: "Man, let's stop this, someone will see". And she let go of me. I remember that a thread of secretion from my stick that I was sucking was in her hand. So I took her hand and said: "Now it's not going to stop!" And I took her hand again. But I didn't even have to bring it back to my right stick and she already took it.
If Romeo sees this, he's fucked, she said, and I started masturbating more willingly, looking around.
I couldn't speak, I couldn't think of anything else, I can't describe the feeling that I was feeling, I closed my eyes, and I kept traveling, and she kept on with this beautiful hand job, and she kept speeding up and slowing down as she lost her coordination.
"Look, see if anyone is coming, you son of a bitch!" she said worriedly, but without stopping the punch.
That's when I really went crazy. I used to love it in porn movies when the actresses were swearing and cursing. I used to love to fuck my wife, but she didn't like to talk any kind of nonsense. It was too much. I lost track of time. I think it must have lasted three or four minutes, I don't know. I just focused on that sound that the gland makes when it contracts.
"Stop!" she cried, but without giving the slightest sign that she wanted to stop.
Go on like that, but hurry up a little bit.
"Is that all right?" she asked, trying to pick up the pace, but already losing the edge.
"Yes, that's right", she would say, already groaning.
She, realizing that I was almost joking, let out a little smile: "You're not going to faint, are you?" She spoke as if she were full of herself for almost ending me that way.
I began to groan louder and tremble like a green stick. She wanted to laugh and at the same time beckoned me to speak softly while looking worried to see if anyone had arrived.
The first rush of sperm came like a shot and it was all over her belly at the navel, and she got scared and walked away, but she didn't let go of my stick and she didn't stop moving, and then came the second rush that went away, and the third, the fourth, and the fifth, and then I start pouring some more fucking out of her hand.
"What a bitch, she's come, what a bitch!" she said, impressed.
I, almost dead, took a deep breath and stared at her, she was still punching my dick.
I asked. She touched it and let it go. She looked at her hand and at it as she watched the poor little thing slowly wither away. Then she looked at me with a face that was pleased that she had done it, but at the same time worried about the future consequences of that act. She didn't say anything and shook her hand so that the fucking excess would slip.
How long has it been since you've had fun?
I, still half dizzy, could only laugh. It was then that it seemed that someone was coming, and we woke up in an instant. I quickly climbed up the bermuda and she pulled a cloth from the pole and wiped her hand and belly. I just went out and walked towards the garden again. She turned around and continued to hang the clothes.
When I got to the orchard and was asked, "Where's the buggy?" I said that the house was locked and I hadn't found the key.
"Oh, it's hanging by the door!" cried my brother-in-law, laughing at my supposed stupidity.
I pointed out that I hadn't, and he went to get the stroller for me, and then we picked up the fruit and went home to make dinner.
Continued