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
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