LoveEtRomance5:
My wife’s family has always

been odd. Backwoods country

with backwoods manners. I’m

often surprised my wife is the

result as she has always been

polite and always presented

herself as a lady. Her younger

sister Liz, on the other hand, is

every bit the expected result of

her parents. Fun girl, but too

experienced for her 16 years.

Well too comfortable with

saying “fv*ck”.

Liz got herself into trouble

back home and it was decided

that she would live with my

wife and I in another state. She

craved physical attention and

would often sit leaning against

one of us. It wasn’t

uncommon for her to push me

when walking past or tackle

me when on the floor or sofa.

My wife thought it was cute

and funny that she was so

attached to me and would

encourage the playful banter.

The playfulness began to

change somewhat, but it was

never anything specific. When

she rolled over on top of me,

she would quietly stare. Again,

nothing specific, but long

enough to take notice. Her

hands would wander a bit.

Never inappropriate, but on

places they’ve never been like

my inner thighs and lower

abdomen.

One night, she was being

especially nice to me. I was

laying face down on our bed

talking to my wife sitting next

to me. Liz was straddling my

legs and massaging my upper

back. This wasn’t uncommon.

In fact, it became fairly routine

for her to give me a massage.

I was so deep into the

massage and conversation

that it took me a while a

realize something. I could feel

her on the back of one of my

legs where she was straddling.

I wasn’t feeling the fabric of

clothes, but bare skin under

her short robe. I did my best to

carry on the conversation, but

all that was on my mind was

her on my leg. I could clearly

feel stubble from where she

recently shaved. I tried to tell

myself that she wasn’t aware

of what she was doing and

tried to scoot forward to get

myself out of that position, but

she planted her weight on my

leg to let me know she wasn’t

finished.

She released her weight and

sat up a bit. I could feel the

cool air on my now wet leg

before she pressed down

against me again. Not wanting

my wife to know what was

happening, I tried to put a

stop of it, thanking her for the

massage and saying how

much better my back felt.

Being the playful girl she is, Liz

said “You’re welcome.” Before

smashing my face into the bed

and slowly sliding down the

back of my leg leaving a trail of

her wetness. She then went off

to her room leaving me in

conversation with my wife and

trying to figure out what just

happened.

The next morning was just a

normal day. As if nothing

happened. My wife went to

work and I drove Liz to school.

I really expected her to

mention something about the

night before, but she was

talking about everything but

that. I tried to bring it up, but

she pretended she didn’t

know what I was talking

about. We arrived at her school

before I could get her to talk

about it.

The next few weeks at home

were about the same. Nothing

happened like before, but it

was obvious something

changed, but not really in a

bad way. We were all getting

along just as well as before.

One night, I was lying on my

back in bed talking to my wife

again. There was a huge pile

of laundry next to me that my

wife was folding. We were

talking about her mother once

again asking to borrow

money.

Liz came in wearing her short

robe. Her hair wet from her

shower. She started to help my

wife fold the clothes while

adding to the conversation.

Occasionally, stopping to

throw a piece of clothing at my

face which I did my best to

ignore. After a few minutes of

clothes piling on my head, I

took the whole pile and tossed

it at Liz.

She took that as a challenge

and immediately jumped and

straddled me. My wife jokingly

told her not to hurt me which

further instigated and she got

rougher. She grabbed me by

the wrists pushing all her

weight against them. When

she sat up it took her a

moment to notice her robe

opened just enough for me to

see her cl3@vage all the way to

her waist. My wife didn’t see,

but I certainly did. Liz caught

me looking and laughed while

closing and tying her robe.

I did my best to think about

something else, but my mind

was stuck on what I just saw

and my d*!ck began to swell.

She again leaned forward

pressing my wrists against the

bed. Her face leaned in close

and she just stared into my

eyes. My wife was barely

paying attention to us by then

and was watching the news

on TV.

Liz released her grip from my

wrists and untucked her robe

from behind her before sitting

back down against me. I

panicked from what I felt. My

d!*ck was now hard and found

its way through the front of

my boxer shorts. It was being

pinned down by her n@k3d

pv*ssy.

I began to struggle, but the

more I struggled the harder

she held me down.
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