Perfect Andrea, my Sister-in-law

 

I must confess that I have always fantasized about my
sister-in-law Andrea. She generally has always stayed
in great shape by running and exercising, and has a
great body naturally. I would often see her come home
from exercising, wearing short shorts and a T-shirt,
and wonder what she was like in bed. We had many of the
same hobbies like running and weights and sometimes we
even worked out together. Seeing her in T-shirts and
sweatshorts helped fuel my fantasies.

Andrea has one of those tan hardbody’s that appear
perfect. I’ve watched her exercising in shorts and
wondered who someone could have such perfect skin
and muscle tone. She always seems to be able to
maintain a rather dark tan all over her firm body.
I guess running 5 miles every day and working out
regularly must help her keep so fit.

My folks died when Steve was 22, leaving him to take
care of me. I moved in with him and Andrea in my
junior year of High school. That’s why I fell in lust
with Andrea, I was around that perfect being all of the
time and unlike a parent she was only a few years
older than I was. We even flirted a little with each
other. She was an angel to even look at me twice and I
was grateful for any attention back then.

When I was in my senior year of high school, my
brother was working evenings, and then the news
came that he had an accident. A drunk driver ran a red
light and hit him directly in the door. We prayed
together and then grieved together when he died three
days later. Since I had no other family, I continued to
live with Andrea. As I’ve already said, she was only a
few years older than I was and I loved her so. I knew
that I loved her as much as any sister but didn’t think
she had feelings for me like that until the school year
was almost up. Then she showed me how she felt too.

When I came home from school one day, she was in the
back yard, sunning herself. She didn’t hear me approach,
and I stood and watched her for a long time. She was
wearing a white bikini, and had pulled the back up into
the cheeks of her ass to eliminate as much tan line as
possible. From that vantagepoint I could see wisps of
pubic hair peeking out the side of the suit.

The straps of the bikini top were untied and she was
face down, and appeared to be asleep. She stirred as I
approached her from the front, lifting up slightly,
exposing the tops and sides of her well shaped tanned
breasts.

“Oh, Bobby,” she said, “I didn’t think that you would
be home so soon.” Appearing a little embarrassed,
she tied her top securely, although as she was bent
over, her perfect mounds still hung out of the bikini
top. She got up, grabbed her towel, and headed
toward the back door. “I have dinner in the oven,”
she explained, “so I thought I might take in some
sun.”

In her haste to cover her top half, she had neglected to
pull the bottoms out of her crack, so I couldn’t help
but stare as her wonderful ass swayed back and forth
with each slow step that she took. I realized that I had
a raging hard-on.

When we got into the house, she excused herself to
change out of her bikini, while I went to my room to
put away my books. As I passed the master bedroom
on my way back down the hall, I noticed that the door
was slightly ajar, and paused. Looking inside, I could
see that she was still removing her bikini, very slowly.
As she took the top off, she paused, fondling her
breasts. Her delicate hands cupped them, and pressed
them together. She then brought her fingers to each
nipple, gently circling them several times before
pinching each nipple, one at a time. I saw her mouth
form an “Oh!” as she continued to massage them.

Slowly, her hands glided down over her tanned flat
stomach, massaging it as they went, riding smoothly
over the remnants of suntan oil. As her left hand
remained on her stomach, her right continued into her
swimsuit bottom, to her pussy. I could see that she
had made contact with her pussy and she arched her
back, looked up at the ceiling, and then pinched her
eyes closed.

I stood there in shock and lust, wondering how it
would feel to have my hand massaging that little piece
of heaven. My boner was so stiff it actually hurt now.

She continued to massage her pussy beneath her suit
for some time, then began to slowly remove the
bottoms. Sitting on the bed, she glided the suit down,
past her muscled thighs.

I stopped breathing when her pussy, wet as an ocean,
glistened from the sun light entering her window.
Well covered with a silky brown bush, it was parted
far enough to reveal a plump set of lips, covered with
her juices.

As she finished removing her suit, she slid up on to
the bed, more readily within my view. Lifting her
knees and bringing her feet to her buttocks, she spread
her legs completely, to allow her fingers access to her
cunt. She very delicately caressed the area around her
pussy, only occasionally brushing her fiery pink lips
with her fingers, and shuddering each time that she
did.

My breath burst forth as I realized I was becoming
faint from lack of oxygen. But it seemed that my eyes
wouldn’t blink for fear of missing something
important. This was a dream come true, actually
watching beautiful Andrea masturbating, and in front
of me!

She gradually moved her hand toward the center of
her pussy, then expertly spread her pussy lips,
massaging them up and down with her first and third
fingers. Occasionally, she allowed the second finger
to caress her clit, causing her entire body to shake
with lust, as she emitted a throaty moan.

Pausing briefly, she reached over to her night table, to
get her suntan oil, and, in the process, moved out of
my line of sight.

Figuring that she was beyond paying attention to the
details around her, I opened the door a little bit
further, so that I would be able to see the entire room.
The squeak that the door made caught her attention
briefly, as she looked up blankly, but didn’t seem to
see me. Going back to her oil, she popped the top of
it, and applied it liberally to her front, from neck to
torso, and began to massage it in.

Her entire gorgeous body now glistened before me as
she writhed on her bed, covering her smooth skin with
oil. Rolling over on her hands and knees, she reached
back between her legs, and thrust two fingers deep
into her cunt, grazing her anus with another. After
massaging both holes for some time, she inserted her
forefinger full into her ass, while simultaneously
finger-fucking her pussy her left hand on the
headboard while her right had its way with her.

She moaned excitedly as her rhythm increased
gradually along with her intensity. Her hand was now
rubbing her pussy violently, as her hips bucked in
time with her fingers. Her breasts were now bouncing
violently as her body rocked up and down, back and
forth. Her breathing was heavy, and her moaning
more frequent and loud. I’m sure that I could have
entered the room unnoticed at this point, but I didn’t.
I continued to watch her until she slumped,
motionless onto the bed, and left for the living room
to turn on the television, so that I could pretend that I
had been watching it the whole time.

After a few minutes, I heard her in the kitchen,
rattling pans, getting ready for dinner. She called me
in shortly thereafter, and I went to the kitchen to eat.
Andrea was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, and I
couldn’t help but think about how she had looked
without them on. It wasn’t until she got under the
light at the kitchen table that I could clearly see that
she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples showed clearly
through in that light, and I stared at them the entire
time I helped her set the table.

Dinner was a casserole that she had fixed, and we
exchanged the typical small talk throughout. She
asked about school and work, and I provided the usual
boring answers. When she got up from the table to
get more milk, I noticed that the buttons on the sides
of her running shorts were unbuttoned all the way up,
revealing even more of her long, bronze, smooth legs
as she walked.

When she bent over to reach into the refrigerator, she
seemed to purposefully bend at the waist, lifting the
rear flap on her shorts. She clearly was not wearing
panties beneath those shorts, and I could see the better
part of her left ass cheek. I was getting harder by the
second, and it was difficult to keep from staring at her
body throughout the rest of the meal.

I helped her clean up the dishes, and my horniness
subsided for the time being. I went to my room to
study for a while, and had forgotten about the whole
thing, for the time being, when she knocked on my
door. When she came in, I could see that she still
hadn’t buttoned up the side of her shorts. When she
sat down on my bed and crossed her legs, I could see
her lovely, tan leg all the way to her hip, and she
knew it.

“I’m sore from my work-out today,” she began.
“Would you mind giving me a massage?”
I could see where this was going, and immediately got
a raging hard-on just thinking about it. I told her I
wouldn’t mind doing anything for her, and
approached her on the bed. Sitting down behind her, I
began to massage her shoulders through her T-shirt,
eventually gliding one side down off of her shoulder.

Her skin was smooth and dark, with no tan line, due
to her sunbathing with her top down. As I massaged,
she rolled her head from side to side.
“Mmmmmmmm…that feels great,” she purred, “just
let me get this off, OK?”

She reached down and removed her T-shirt so that I
could access both of her shoulders and her back. Her
back was smooth, but defined and tight from working
out. I was almost shaking with my need for her now.
I had never imagined that something like this might
happen. With her sitting topless so close to my sweaty
hands was driving me absolutely crazy.

I rubbed her back, around her shoulder blades, and
she continued to moan in comfort. Gradually, I
reached around her sides, and, as she raised her arms
slightly to allow me greater access, I began to
massage the sides of her breasts.

“Oh, yessssss Bobby,” she whispered, “that’s very
nice.” Her back began to arch as I cupped her breasts,
much as I had seen her do to herself only hours
before. Her firm, ripe melons felt wonderful in my
hands, and her nipples grew harder and harder as I
continued to stroke them. She leaned back against me
as I began to concentrate on her nipples, lying her
head back against my shoulder.

Again, simulating what she
had showed me before, I
pinched her nipples, lightly at
first, and one at a time, gradually squeezing tighter
and simultaneously. Her back continued to arch
against me as I enslaved her tits, and I soon turned her
around to face me, giving her a deep, wet kiss, a kiss
like I had never shared with any girl before.

Her mouth was white hot as our lips met. We began
by just barely touching our lips together,
simultaneously teasing each others’ mouths. Her hot
breath on my face had me near an internal nuclear
explosion, and she knew it. When our tongues met,
they gently encircled one another, each occasionally
retreating to the sanctity of its own mouth, only to
return for more.

As I backed off momentarily to remove my shirt, I got
full view of her wonderful body. As she lay back on
my bed, she slowly spread her legs, affording me a
glorious view of her beautiful pussy. Though my
cock was aching to enter that cavern of delight, I
couldn’t help but go down for a better look, which
was, of course, exactly what she wanted.

Her neatly trimmed brown bush was even more
beautiful up close, and I noticed her shudder when my
warm breath met it. Though she was still wearing her
shorts, I was in no hurry to remove them. Sliding the
crotch to the side, I could feel that she was soaking
wet with desire. I continued to massage her upper
thighs, gradually moving my hands up, around her
pussy, being very careful not to touch her lips. By
this time, her hands were wrapped around the
bedposts, her eyes were clenched shut, and her hips
were bucking like the finest rodeo bull.

When my fingers finally reached her pussy lips she
began to cry out in passion. “Oh, God, fuck me,
Bobby! Please fuck me hard!” I moved my face full
into her awaiting box, sending my tongue deep into
her cave while sucking her clit for all I was worth. I
had never done anything like this before but I
somehow knew that it was what Andrea wanted me to
do. And I wanted to do it, even if I wasn’t sure what I
was doing.

I followed the rhythm of her squirming hips,
repeatedly driving my tongue in as deep as possible,
and continued to suck at her hot pussy lips.
Suddenly she began a different motion: a shuddering
vibration that was as violent as it was wonderful.
When her love juices came flooding out, they covered
the lower half of my face, and soaked what little dry
area her shorts had left.

After she stopped thrusting at my face I climbed back
up to face her, and she began to gratefully lick her
cum off of my face.

After a few moments of recuperation, she was back in
action. She lifted her ass off the bad and removed her
pants, while I, automatically, removed mine.

“Lie down,” she commanded.

I quickly obeyed.

Slowly, she sat down, straddling my eager cock. Her
hot cunt felt like fire, as it gradually immersed all of
me. Upon swallowing my penis whole, she resumed
her earlier hip action, yanking my cock every which
way in the process. As she bucked, her fabulous firm
breasts swayed and bounced in time with her hips. I
could feel my blood pressure rising as she lowered her
body to mine. She knew that I was near orgasm, and
quickened the pace.

Riding at a violent pace now, she continued to drive
my cock deep within her. Our by now sweat-soaked
bodies slid against each other smoothly until I
couldn’t take any more.

Simultaneously, her legs quaked and shivered and she
let out another orgasmic scream. I felt the most
intense orgasm of my life as I filled Andrea’s perfect
body with my come.

Afterward Andrea continued to lay on top of me and
we kissed, fondled and fucked each other, for the rest
of the night.

We have shared similar sessions together since then,
but I will never forget that first night I spent with
sister-n-law. Now my wife of twelve years.