One Night with… My Sister and Brother-in-law
*** Read “One Night with… Your Sister” first. That story is from the husband’s viewpoint. It is shorter and less detailed because it is from a guy’s perspective, focusing on the sex and the act. This story is viewed from the sister-in-law’s point of view. It is much longer and having greater detail because it is seen from the mind of a woman, aiming at the thoughts and feelings before, during and after the event. Different viewpoints of the same evening.
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I woke up feeling that familiar sensation in my bladder telling me that I needed to use the bathroom. I rolled over, looked at my phone, and saw that it was only 12:35. It was only 2 hours since I went to bed but I guess I should have expected that since my sister, Chelsea and I had stayed up late having a few beers last night. My brother in law, Ted, was out working late as he does two or three times a week. We had decided to sit and watch some television together, while having some beer and popcorn. Now I needed to pee, and I didn’t want to get out of bed, so I rolled over and wrapped my arms around my pillow. My mind wanted to return to sleep but my body wanted to get rid of some of that beer. I tried to ignore the need to pee but laying on my stomach was only intensifying the need.
Finally, I decided it would be better to just go to the bathroom than to keep denying the feeling and eventually end up wetting the bed while I slept. I had not done that in over 30 years since I was young, but I always feared it since then. I uncovered myself, swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. Since I was in the guest room of my sister’s house, I didn’t have a bathroom connected to the room. Walking to the bathroom in just my bra and panties would be faster but dangerous since I didn’t know if my sister’s husband had come home from work yet. They weren’t thong panties or anything, so I decided to chance it. I really needed to pee!
I got to the bathroom, pushed the soft pink underwear down below my knees, sat down and began the flow. That’s when I heard a noise coming from somewhere in the house. Not living here, it sounded kind of strange to me. I listened intently as I finished wiping myself, and then chose not to flush the toilet before I figured out what that sound was. Pulling up my panties, I headed back out into the hallway. My mind was throwing questions at me as I snuck around the house. Was that sound Ted coming home from work? And what would he think finding his sister in law walking around his house in her underwear? I checked the kitchen and the living room but found nothing. Then, as I was heading back to the bathroom to flush, I saw my sister’s bedroom door slightly open at the end of the hallway with a minimal amount of light barely shining out. Was her door open before? Not that I recalled. And was that where the strange sound was coming from? It was then that I knew it was. I tip-toed closer wondering if I ever remembered my sister being a person who snores. My mind kept trying to figure out that noise.
As I made it to the door, I finally realized where I had heard sounds like that before. They were my sister. They were the sounds she makes when she’s having sex. How did I know this?
Years before, Chelsea had come home from college for a week while our parents were on a two vacation. We were both out of school, alone in the house and planning on hitting the bars together. Chelsea found a guy and eventually invited him back to our place. I found nobody and when we got home, I excused myself to go to bed as they stayed in the living room. I happened to leave my room that night for the bathroom, same as tonight, when I saw them doing all kinds of sexy stuff on the couch. I lost the urge to pee that night as I stood there in the dark watching everything her and that guy did. I now recognized the strange sounds tonight as being the same small moans and whimpers that my sister let out that night so long ago. I had stood there for a half hour watching them before I was so turned on that I had to return to my bed and masturbate to the sights I saw. I came three times that night. I used my fingers twice and then a hairbrush the third time for something bigger.
Over the years, I touched myself regularly remembering that night. I memorized everything I saw and heard. I even imagined scenarios where I did things differently, such as getting caught masturbating in the hallway or walking over to sit across from them to watch more closely. Those were my favorite fantasies, ones I always reverted to when I needed a good orgasm. That night had made me into a voyeur, and I loved it.
Tonight was different, but it still appealed to my voyeuristic personality. The man was different, this was her husband not some inexperienced young man, and this was their house not our parents living room. They could do what they wanted, where they wanted and when they wanted. And I was a guest in their house. Shouldn’t I be more considerate towards gaziantep grup escort them? But on the other hand, didn’t they take into consideration that they had a guest tonight? Not that I minded, my pussy was already starting to feel warm just from the memory of years ago and what I might see if I looked beyond that door. Did I have the nerve to invade their privacy? Were the fantasies in my head pushing me to do something I knew was wrong? But I needed to see. I needed to take the chance. The thought of reliving that night one more time was undeniable.
Fantasies were flooding my mind with possibilities. Ideas and thoughts of how things could be different this time around if I allowed it. I also knew, truly knew inside myself, that I would never have the nerve to pursue any of those ideas. Even if I imagined them hundreds of times over the years in my mind, this was not some one-night stand with some guy, this was my sister with her husband. I decided to take one small quick peek. I promised myself that I wouldn’t linger. Just one second to make sure I was right about those sounds. If I saw them having sex, then I would immediately head back to my room to finish myself off with my hand and maybe a new fantasy. I would not invade their privacy more than I needed to.
Sneaking silently up to the door, my excitement was enhancing all my senses. My footsteps were like thunder to me, thinking they would hear me outside their door. I made it to my target, moved my head closer to the opening, peeked through the small space that the door was open, and I saw… nothing. I couldn’t even see a small part of the bed. All I saw was the one side of their room and a dresser. There was not even a mirror attached to the dresser in order to help me see. Disappointment rushed through my body almost turning me around to return to my room. Until the whispers hit my sensitive ears. Chelsea was vocalizing her desires, “Right there baby! Stop teasing me.” and Ted’s reply of “Yes ma’am!” followed by sounds of wet lapping and more animalistic whimpers. Now that was exactly what I wanted to see. And I couldn’t leave before I did.
I held my breath, pushed beyond my fears, and gave the door a small nudge. It barely moved. The rug was thick in their bedroom which slowed the movement of the door. Two times I was denied. My instincts were crying out to turn around and leave while my pussy was edging me forward. The butterflies in my stomach were asking for one last chance, so I tried again and pushed a little harder. I would either see what I came to see, or I would strike out and leave. Thankfully, the door didn’t creak so as not to alert them to my presence. It opened a little more and I peeked through again. I saw my brother in law’s discarded pants and underwear lying on the floor. There was also a pair of red panties next to them which told me my sister was definitely naked as well, which was my guess anyways by the sounds she was making.
I kept nudging the door, inch by inch, until I was able to see Ted’s naked body kneeling next to their bed leaning forward. His toned legs were jutting out behind him while his bare ass was sticking up and out. God, it looked like a perfect ass from my angle, in great condition and waiting to be rubbed and kneaded. He also had the cutest little dimples on his lower back just above that fine ass. His body was not muscular, but it was decently built. His job kept him in shape without ever having to go to the gym. Just looking at him in that position was sending new fantasies through my dirty mind. I would kiss every inch of his backside as he took care of my sister, if I could. My hands, my mouth, my tongue, I would use them all on his beautiful upturned ass. The pictures my lust filled body was sending through my mind were creating a dampness in my pink panties that I’m sure would soon be running down my legs. Then I pushed the door a little more. The door opened enough to make my pussy jump at the sight it revealed.
Chelsea’s legs were high and wide, spread in the air, being held up by her own hands. Ted’s face was somewhere lost between them. Her head was reclined on a pillow, too involved in her current situation to look my way. Neither of them was really in a position where they could see me. I leaned my head further in to get a better view, and from my vantage point, I could barely see exactly what Ted was doing. My imagination filled in the gaps of my missing sight as I assumed he was snaking his tongue in and out and around her wet slit. His hands were also there, pulling her vagina open for his next dive into her. I had never experienced someone doing that to me, but my sister was sure making me jealous with all her whimpers and cries that I wished it were me.
Her whimpers were the cutest to hear, sending small waves of excitement down my body directly into my pussy. She was trying to be quiet; she knew I was in the house, but what she didn’t know was that I was just outside their door. My heart güneyşehir escort was jumping in my chest as I was reliving that night so long ago as I watched her with that little inexperienced guy. Now I was watching her husband do things to her which that guy years ago probably knew nothing about. I expected the scene in front of me to bring me even better fantasies for many years to come. I knew I should be leaving, now that I saw what I hoped for, but I couldn’t stop myself. I was cemented to that spot and nothing would make me move. I wanted to race back to my room and slip three fingers inside myself, but my need to watch was greater than my need to cum. And maybe, if not detected, I could do both.
It was minutes later when that man’s magnificent tongue finally backed away from my sister, lowered her legs back down to the bed, and her moaning finally stopped. Within all that moaning, had I missed it? Had she reached an orgasm? I didn’t know. I knew what I sounded like having an orgasm, but I never experienced or heard another woman finish before. Was I different because I was loud? My sister wasn’t loud years ago either, so maybe I did miss it. Or maybe he didn’t want her to finish that way or maybe she couldn’t, or something. Either way, I was staying to find out. I had to duck my head back behind the door before Ted got up from his position on the floor. I tried keeping just one eye beyond the edge of the door in order to continue to watch the show, or to see if he was coming over to close the door.
Ted stood up, looking down on Chelsea’s naked body. I finally got a descent look at his nakedness. Gazing at my brother-in-law’s cock for the first time as he stood there, it was long and thick, jutting straight out from his tall body. It looked to be twelve inches long but I’m pretty sure my imagination was adding a few inches on as well. It was aimed directly at the place his tongue had recently vacated. Then, something strange inside of me made me wish I were in his place looking down on my sister’s gorgeous body. I don’t know where that thought came from. I hadn’t seen her body naked since we both moved out of our parent’s house years ago. Last night, she was only wearing a sleepshirt and a pair of underwear as we had our beers and I caught myself admiring her toned body. That was the first time I ever felt desire for another woman, but why did it have to be my own sister? Was it the drinks that we had that were bringing on these feelings? Or was it the sexual energy in the air? God, they both had beautiful looking bodies.
My lust fueled imagination told me to jump between them and take Ted in my mouth before he had a chance to put it in her. I wanted that thick monster between my lips right then. No matter how big or thick or long it was, I was wishing I were my sister at that moment. Yet, at the same time, my mind was quarreling over the fact that I also wanted to enjoy the beauty of my sister’s body for myself. Was I turning gay? Or Bi? I was starting to fantasize about being with another woman, my own flesh and blood. The fantasies this would create in the future were just beginning to caramelize in my mind. If I walked away now, I would be set for the next couple of years. This was even better than what I had attained years ago. The fantasies those evoked only had me coming into contact with that guy, never with my sister. Yet, here were my panties, now soaked with the thoughts of Chelsea and Ted together for future fantasies.
“Your turn baby, how do you want me?” were the whispered words that came out of Chelsea’s mouth next. Now I knew I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. I wanted to watch Ted put that thing to work. I wanted to see it slide into my sister while imagining that it was me. I wanted to start the fantasies right there and then as I watched them together.
As Ted moved forward towards his destination, I felt my aching pussy soak my panties with another flow of juices. When I heard Chelsea softly moan for the first time, I knew he had connected. My mind made me feel an imaginary cock touch my own pussy. With every motion of them, my body reacted. I lowered a hand down, burying itself inside my panties. The material felt like a wet bathing suit. They were sticking to me but that didn’t stop me from reaching my goal. I needed to be touched, to be fucked, but I knew I didn’t have the nerve to live out my fantasy of joining them by just walking in.
I thought about this kind of scene many times over the years, but now that I was re-living it, I couldn’t find the guts to do anything. I would never intrude like that on anyone, especially not my sister. To watch Chelsea take Ted’s giant rod would be enough to fantasize about for another few years, I guessed. But what if I did find the nerve? What if I did just walk in? Would they throw me out of the house and never talk to me again? Or would there even be a chance that they would invite me into their bed? I just stood there staring at my brother in law’s islahiye escort thrusting body, knowing that the finger inside me was no substitute for what he could give me. The seconds stood still as I memorized every detail of that man’s naked body attached to my sister’s gorgeous body for my future self-pleasuring sessions.
I decided that I had to be content to just watch them fuck and then sneak back to my room to finish myself off, that is, if I didn’t finish the job right here. My need to cum was not going to wait too long. It was most likely going to happen right here as I watched them. I moved two fingers slowly over my clit, so as not to make any noise moving in and out of my soaked cunt. I could cum either way, rubbing my clit or using my finger inside, this was safer, quieter, and faster. I also had to make sure that I didn’t cum too soon. I wanted to watch the whole show. I didn’t want to finish before they did, before Ted did.
My brother in law decided to climb on the bed and on top of my sister. I lost my viewpoint. They had moved up the bed in order to make room for him, and they were now out of my eyesight. I needed to push the door open wider or else I needed to leave. I heard Ted start slamming into her again followed by more soft moaning. I had to decide, so I did. I slowly pushed the door open some more. I was not about to give up this experience. I was addicted to the rush. It hit me how open the door actually was. If either of them looked that way, they would easily notice how wide open the door was and possibly get up to close it. I needed to be more careful, but my lust was controlling me now. I wasn’t here just to listen to the noises they made while fucking, I wanted to see it, to experience it, to live it.
Her grunt was an indication to me that he was pushing in deep. With something that big and long, I would grunt too if he shoved it into me. Oh, how my mind was wishing he would. Her grunt quickly turned into low level cries of “Fuck me baby” and “I love your hard cock.” He began pumping harder into her as she continued her verbal onslaught of sexual persuasion. “Harder, Baby, Harder!” The sounds and words coming out of her were unlike anything I had ever heard her use and they were pushing me towards my limit. I was watching with one eye around the door when I moved my head further in to see clearly all the motions taking place on their bed. I wanted to be her right now, being filled with my brother in law’s cock and being pushed towards the edge.
My hand was busy moving slowly over my clit, but with hearing my sister’s begs for more, my fingers moved down across the slick lips below. They felt bigger, puffier, with my excitement. My emptiness needed to be filled, to have something shoved deep inside. With one finger alone, I slid it inside as I moved slightly further into the doorway. My entire face would be visible to them if they had turned to look at the doorway, but I didn’t care. I needed to see him giving it to her! Anyway, they were too busy to notice me. I needed a clearer image to burn into my memory for my future masturbatory sessions. This would be my new fantasy for years to come and I wanted as much of my memory filled as possible. Chelsea and Ted were now becoming forever burned into my sexual future.
My finger came out slick with my juices and it went right back in. I was pumping myself at the same speed as Ted’s movements inside my sister. I matched him pump for pump, as if he were fucking me instead of her. His amazing sexy ass was rising up and falling hard as he forcefully drove into her. I wanted to finish with him, at the same time, if possible. My mind made my finger a small fantasy version of him. I added a second finger because one wasn’t enough, he was so much thicker than just one finger alone. Then, a third was added in order to equal what I was seeing enter my sister. His thickness was stretching her, stretching me. His breathing was still steady but becoming more rapid while I was getting closer to my finish line. With three fingers pumping inside me, I needed to slow down before I finished without him. I was getting weak in the knees and needed to lean against the doorframe in order to stay standing. That’s when the wood creaked. I instantly stopped! I closed my eyes tight in disappointment and slight anger. I knew it was loud enough for them to hear, but were they even listening? Could they hear that over their own sexy noises? I hoped not.
I waited a few seconds and listened for the steady rhythm of Ted’s cock still penetrating my sister’s wet pussy before I dared to open my eyes. I hoped, because they didn’t stop at the sound of the creak, that it meant I was unobserved and safe to continue my voyeurism. Instead, what I opened my eyes to was my sister staring right at me even though her husband was still slamming hard in and out of her. I froze, motionless, staring into my sister’s eyes. Our eyes met and I knew I was caught. Ted’s head turned towards me next and my embarrassment multiplied exponentially. Even in that little bit of light from the room, I’m quite sure they could both see my red-faced embarrassment. Here I was, being caught watching my sister and her husband have sex, by the participants themselves. The worst part of it all was that I still had my hand down my panties and my fingers lodged deep inside my pussy, which I’m sure they could both clearly see as well.