CHAPTER TWO

Sue found it difficult to keep her mind on the television movie. Whenever she was alone with her brother-in-law, Mike, she found herself flustered, and uncomfortable.

She knew what caused her discomfort. Mike had been married to Jim's sister, Carla, about a year. The younger couple lived nearby and from the beginning Sue had been strangely attracted to Mike.

On this evening Carla and Mike had come to dinner. Afterward the children had gone out somewhere and Carla and Jim had gone to visit their mother on the other side of town. Sue and Mike were alone and she fidgeted in her seat and tried to concentrate on the movie.

When she found herself alone with Mike, she tried to keep the conversation away from sex. Mike was a gregarious man and a joker. It was difficult not to laugh when he made lewd remarks about the actors on the screen. It was even more difficult to ignore the way he ogled her tits.

She wondered if Carla noticed the way Mike flirted with her. Carla was a stunning redhead and Mike was crazy about her. But he had a way of mentally undressing every woman he met and his sister-in-law was no exception.

Tonight Sue had deliberately worn a loose-fitting silk blouse to de-emphasize her big boobs. Still, the fabric clung to her big jugs and Mike didn't bother to conceal his interest.

Sue was very much in love with Jim and happy with her life. But after being married almost twenty years she and Jim found it difficult to keep their sex life exciting. She enjoyed sex more than ever, but found herself having indecent fantasies about going to bed with one of the men.

She had dreamed about Mike more than once. In her dreams they fucked for hours. Sometimes she got on top of him and rode him like a bronco. Sometimes he fucked her in the ass until she screamed for mercy.

Now she gazed at the television screen, trying to ignore the fact that Mike was staring at her tits. She told herself she was a mature woman and as such she could control the situation. She wasn't some teenager with hot-pants. She was a woman with a rational mind and the ability to handle any situation.

Mike sipped a beer and Sue reached for her Coke. She realized she'd made a mistake thinking her blouse would make her tits appear smaller. To the contrary, they threatened to spill out every time she leaned over.

"Let 'em out." Mike grinned, nodding his head.

"You're bad," she said, sitting back on the sofa.

"This is sure boring." He drained the can and reached for another.

She wondered if he cheated on Carla. The way he was admiring her tits made it clear he was a man on the make. He had never made a real pass at her. If he did Sue didn't know what she would do. Just the thought made her blush.

When the rest of the family were around, his vulgar remarks didn't bother her. But when they were alone she felt threatened. Not by Mike. He would never force himself on her. She was sure of that. She was afraid of her own feelings. If he did make a serious pass, would she have the strength to turn him down?

She felt perspiration drip down her cleavage. There was an unmistakable burning sensation in her cunt. She reached for her Coke and once again her tits spilled over the neckline of her blouse. Mike licked his lips without moving his eyes from the television screen.

"You've got great jugs," he said. "Why fight it?"

"Just watch the movie." She straightened her shoulders, causing her boobs to stick out farther.

He calmly picked up his beer and took a big gulp. "It sucks."

"Find something you like better." She fidgeted around.

"You're awfully jumpy tonight." He grinned and blew her a kiss. "Don't tell me you're out of shape because you're alone with me."

"Don't be silly. Why would I be?" More perspiration dripped down her cleavage.

Mike smiled confidently. "Because I'm so sexy." He put his feet up on the coffee table and his arms on the back of the sofa.

His fingers touched her shoulder. They seemed to burn into her flesh. She moved back. "I wonder when Jim and Carla are coming home?"

He finished his beer and went to the kitchen for another. When he sat down again, he sat closer to Sue and his gaze dropped to the swell of her velvet-skinned tits.

Sue felt herself blush. Mike ran his hand over his jaw. The gesture was at once masculine and sensual.

By now they were sitting close together and he casually draped his arm behind her back.

"I always liked you, Sue," he said.

"And I always liked you." Even to herself her voice sounded shrill. It went up a few octaves when she became nervous or uptight.

She wondered if he had a hard-on. She bit her lower lip as he handed her his beer.

"You look like you could use this," he said. She felt his eyes travel down to her legs. Her skirt had hiked up and half of her thighs were exposed. She tried to push it down, but they were sitting so close and her skirt was so tight it wasn't possible to move it.

"Leave it up," he said, dropping his arm so that his hand landed on the top of her boob.

"I didn't think you were a leg man," she blurted without thinking.

"Tits, legs, asses, I love 'em all." She felt dizzy and her nipples tingled with arousal as his fingers moved closer to the roundness of her tit. Her pussy was wet with sticky love-lubricant. Could he tell she was turned-on? Should she stop him from going any further?

She quickly pushed his hand away before he actually cupped her tit. "Stop that," she said, trying to sound calm.

A film of perspiration appeared on his upper lip. "What's the harm?" he said in a suddenly husky voice.

Her throat felt constricted. "I don't know," she whispered. She sat perfectly still while his fingers crept closer to her tits.

"Why don't we quit pretending and just get into a bed and fuck," he said.

She swallowed hard. "Mike, it's wrong." She was both frightened and aroused by his frankness.

"We both want it," he said, his fingers touching her nipples. "Don't tell me you don't want it. You're as hot as I am."

"Like!"

But it was true. Her body tingled with anticipation and her pussy was very wet. She hadn't felt this excited in ages. As much as she loved Jim, they'd been together so long. So boringly long.

Her arms laying passively at her sides and she didn't stop him when he cupped her tit. Her nipple quickly stiffened. It never took long for her nipples to erect, but tonight sh, knew she set some son of record.

He was half turned toward her now and he squeezed her boob while he stroked her long dark hair. He kissed her ear and breathed against her neck.

"Come on, let's get into a bed," he said, his fingers insistent and her mind a swirl of confusion.

When he kissed her, she knew she was lost. She moaned softly when his lips descended on hers. She made one last vain attempt to stop him, but it was too late. Soon he was forcing her lips apart and she was accepting his tongue into her mouth.

She felt herself sinking more and more deeply out of control. His hand was stroking the swamp between her legs before she had a chance to push it away.

His fingers were on the waistband of her panties and then they slowly slid under it. The touch of his hand so near her pussy made her clench her thighs together. It was too late. She unclenched them and her protection was gone.

The kiss continued, passionate and yet tender. Her pussy tingled and lubricated and his fingers probed and tickled and teased.

Her body was no longer a vehicle she controlled. Her body was giving orders to her mind and she eagerly obeyed.

A white hot heat suffused her and she heard her breathing become ragged and urgent. She realized too late that she'd opened her thighs wide to welcome his hand.

She felt momentarily angry at her weakness, but joyous too. God gave people bodies to enjoy and she was enjoying hers to the fullest.

"Your pussy feels like a furnace," he murmured, kissing her ear hotly.

"I know," she said, widening the spread of her legs.

He worked his fingers down to her slit and plunged one into her sow wet cunt. "Sweet hungry little pussy."

"It's not hungry," she said defensively.

"Yeah, I know." He kissed her lips again, using his tongue to probe and fill her mouth.

She panted for breath as he frenched her and fingered her cunthole. He stroked her tits through her clothes and his fingers burned into her nipples.

Suddenly the full impact of what she was doing hit her. She struggled futilely to push him away. For a moment they strained and writhed together, but he was much stronger and she didn't have her heart in the fight.

And then she was coming. Quite suddenly, his insistent fingers brought her to orgasm. She was taken by surprise by the waves of ecstasy that surged through her. There was no way she could stop now. Not now when her cunt was contracting so deliciously around his finger.

Normally an orgasm satisfied her and signaled the end of her desires. Now, instead, it ignited the fire in her cunt and she wanted more. Much more.

She had no recollection of how they arrived in the bedroom. She didn't remember rising up and walking upstairs. She couldn't even blame booze since she'd only had a sip or two of beer. But suddenly they were upstairs in the master bedroom and Mike was undressing her.

"I want to see everything you've got," he said.

"It's wrong," she whispered, her eyes closed and her body limp. "It's wrong."

"It's okay," he said, unbuttoning her blouse. "Jesus, look at those jugs!"

It was only a matter of minutes before her skirt and blouse were off. He practically yanked her bra off and sucked in his breath at the sight of her big round tits.

She opened her eyes to see him gazing hungrily at her boobs. They bobbed and weaved enticingly as she trembled.

"Give me a taste," he said, cupping both tits and bringing them to his lips.

He caught one succulent pink nipple in his mouth and Sue gazed down at the top of his head and cradled him against her.

No man except Jim had sucked her tits in years. But dear God, it felt so damn good. It felt so damn good.

She still wore her panties. The crotch of her panties was soaked and pushed to the side, no longer covering her pussy.

Mike moved from one tit to the other and she could see the flush of his cheeks and the glitter in his eyes.

When he released her, she tensed up. It was difficult meeting his eyes. She tried pushing his mouth back down on her boobs, but he held her around the waist and stared up at her.

It occurred to her then that besides being her brother-in-law, Mike was also much younger than she. Then he pulled her into his arms and she stopped thinking as he moved his hands over every inch of her.

She lay still, eyes closed and body limp. He could do whatever he wanted. She wanted it too.

He leaned over and kissed and sucked her tits briefly. Her nipples were crimson and long and rubbery with excitement.

She moaned when he tongued his way down her perspiration-moist cleavage to her belly. He dipped the tip of his tongue into her navel and she trembled with uncontrollable passion.

He peeled her panties down and held them up to his nose. He inhaled deeply and smiled lewdly. Then he tossed the lust-soaked garment onto the floor.

She writhed her ass on the bed as his fingers combed through her muff. Her beaver was thick and dark and curly. Now it was wet with pussy dew as well and the moisture soon covered his fingers.

After caressing her for a few moments he rose up and she watched him undress. His movements were abrupt and masculine. There was strength in the sound of his zipper sliding down and the thud when his shoes fell to the floor.

His cock was big. It tilted up from his belly like the weapon it was. His cockhead was big and dark red and the slit in the tip dripped whitish cream.

He knelt before her, watching her admire his dick. "Do you like it?" He knew women. He'd never met one who wasn't impressed by his big prick.

"Yes, I like it," she said in a husky voice. He inched closer and tilted his cock forward so the tip touched her belly. "It won't bite. You can touch it."

As he spoke he spread her thighs and crawled between her legs. He slid his hands under her ass and lifted her up.

He paused when her legs were draped over his shoulders and her cunt gaped open. "Now that's what I call a gash," he chuckled.

"Oh, Mike, I can't help myself," she said. "Don't try," he said curtly.

"What if Jim and Carla come home early and find, us here?"

Hr ignored her words. "I'm going to fuck your pussy."

Despite herself, Sue giggled. "If you insist."

"I do." He grinned down at her, lewdly wagging his tongue.

Her legs dropped, but she pulled them back to her tits as he lowered his mouth to her pussy.

"Oh, God!" she murmured as he licked up and down her slit.

She stopped breathing and felt the room go around in circles. She thought she might faint, but she didn't. The feel of his tongue on her twat was too good to miss. Too good.

"It tastes like a horny cunt," he said. "Don't stop," she said as his tongue lashed her slit. "Please, don't stop!"

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