tagIncest/TabooCock Tease-In-Law Ch. 01

Cock Tease-In-Law Ch. 01

byKWildman11©

Introduction:

My name is Steven Wade and I'm your everyday guy, really. I'm 19 years old, I work at a typical nametag-and-uniform job, and I have friends that I hang out with on the weekends. We party and play video games but nothing too crazy. I live a pretty normal life you could say. As a typical 19 year old these days, I go to school at my local community college. I attend my classes along with my sister-in-law Holly Wade. We are going to school for the same teaching degrees, so we pretty much share a schedule minus 1 out of our 5 classes.

She's half a year younger than me (18 right now) but we were in the same grades through public school. Her birthday is coming up in another month. Now I won't lie to you; if you passed Holly in the halls or on the street, you would double-take from the beauty that just caught your eyes. She just personified natural beauty. At 5'7", she is a fox with honey-blonde hair, glowing hazel eyes, large C or smaller D-cup breasts (not really sure) and long legs that accompany the best feature of all: her round perfect ass. Her ass just swayed with every single step she took. She really shows it off ever chance she got. It was absolutely perfect and just had your attention. I ogled at it every chance I could get away with it. I couldn't help it. You can say I am an ass-man. I would sneak a peek when she passed me by the couch or when she bent down to pick up something. When she looked at me I just snapped my head back and pretended to do something, just praying that she didn't notice me looking at her.

My sister-in-law is one of those that are perfect in the eyes of any hetero man; even though she has her flaws like all of us. She's a bit stubborn and not always the brightest on a few subjects; but she is no dumb woman. She has a wicked wit. "Smartass" would be an understatement about her title of character.

She has a boyfriend named Charles. They've been dating for a little over a month now and she seems to be all over him. But that's really none of my business.

Background of Our Early Lives:

Her parents as well as mine split up at an early age around the same time. My mother had abandoned my father and me to search for a "more fulfilling life." Maybe at 17 or 18 years old, I would have been a little less devastated but at 7 years old, I was crushed as the world above me came crashing down. No goodbye note, no calls, no visiting, not even a fucking Happy Birthday-card. Needless to say, that put one hell of a scar on my young heart.

Holly had experienced a similar tragedy. Her mother walked in on him and the neighborhood whore going at it. The look of shock and dismay on him was a typical look of, "Oh fuck, busted!" The events afterward would consist of her calling him every name you could think they have in the insult dictionary, clothes and belongings of his being tossed on the front lawn and two betrayed people sitting on the bottom steps of the house crying their eyes out as a car speeds away for the last time. The only contact that followed between her mother and father were about the finalization of the divorce and discussion of visitation rights that would never be honored.

A year had passed and my father finally mustered up the courage to go back out in the dating market, so to speak. Every Friday or Saturday, he would leave me with my nice babysitter.

"I'll see you at 10:00 to tuck you in, buddy."

I would always say, "Go get'em dad!"

Then he would smile and in good and high spirits, leave for his date. But the end result was always the same. He would come home at the appropriate time, but with low spirits and the disappointed look I knew, meaning she was a bad date or something happened.

After months of this, my dad had all but given up hope, and then out of nowhere, he meets the woman of his dreams in a local bookstore. He meets this woman he could actually open up to because of the similarity in betrayal from their lover that they experienced. I guess it goes to show that shared experiences really do bring people together. And in 6 short months, they we married! Crazy, huh?

I met my new sibling when I was 8 and she was 7. We were distant in the beginning and we never really bothered to play games or even watch TV together. We had just both experienced 2 major changes in a little more than a year; the splitting up of our parents and the addition of a new one.

Eventually, after months of virtually no contact in the same house, we started to enjoy each other's company. We started to play board games and watch children's shows and play House and all the stuff good childhood friends could do. I really started to get along with her as she started to like my company as well. After a while I didn't mind calling her "Sis", and she called me "Bro", even though we were more like good friends, rather than siblings. I have known Holly for about 11 years now and what started out as a distant and almost nonexistent relationship would progress into a great friendship as the years went by. But something in our migration into adulthood had made me think of her in a completely new way.

I became more aware of Holly's blossoming beauty over the years and saw the way she filled in. I wasn't perving on her or anything, besides the glances of her ass I caught. But I thought that I stood no possible chance in her love life. She would think I was some kind of weirdo with a fetish of some kind. I mean, we're siblings; right? I thought she would eventually find a wonderful guy and just have me as the "Bro" she grew to love. I was absolutely wrong. I could never ever be prepared for the experiences I'm about to share with you!!!

The Morning Wake-Up Call:

"Wake up, Bro! We're gonna be late and you're my ride," she said.

"Oh come on Holly, just 10 more minutes," I begged.

"You're gonna make us late. It's Tuesday and we have a serious test today in Psychology, now get up lazy-ass!"

She ripped the covers off of me and I curled in the fetal position, avoiding her wishes. The room fell silent for a few seconds and there was uncertainty in the air. Suddenly my eyes darted open when her teeth began to sink into my shoulder blade.

She was making exaggerated gnawing sounds as she dug deeper into my skin, laughing while she was doing it.

"Stop it sis, you know what that does to me!" I yelled.

Ignoring my pleas for mercy, she only sank deeper into my skin; giggling and laughing away at my misfortune. Then that old familiar feeling I got made me want to just shove her off and say uncle.

She knew what it did to me, yet she continually did it whenever it was either the most inconvenient to me because I was going out or when she just wanted to fuck with me. This all started a little after she turned 18.

We were playing around on the couch one day a few months back. I was just wearing some gym shorts and a shirt (my normal attire around the house) and she was wearing just as little as me (short shorts and a tank top). I decided to tickle her like I did when we were kids. She giggled and squealed. I just relentlessly tickled her and tickled her. I love hearing her squeal and she only did it when I tickled her. I kept going and then all the sudden she came up and bit me on my shoulder blade. She had never done this before. I stopped instantly as she ground her teeth in deeper and deeper. But I wasn't feeling pain, I was feeling absolute pleasure.

I grew instantly in my shorts as my grip on her loosened. I instinctively embraced her and started breathing heavily. I began feeling my cock hardening and rubbing against her thigh. At this point, I thought she would just gasp and jump out of her skin but the strangest thing happened, she kept going. I heard a faint moan escape her lips as she dug in. She was enjoying this as well. Out of impulse I began to thrust my cock against her thigh but as soon as I did she held a hand out to stop me. I did. Then she resumed her gnawing.

"Oh god Holly, you gotta stop that."

She let go for a second, looking into my eyes.

"Why?"

"Well don't you wonder what's been rubbing against your thigh the past minute and a half?" I asked.

"Yeah, I know. It's your punishment for tickling me and making me squeal. Now get that thing off of me perv-boy."

She gave me a wicked grin and playfully shoved me off of her and onto my back, erection pointing towards the ceiling. She gave my painfully hard dick a look, biting her lower lip. She stared at it for at least a minute. For a moment, it looked like she was going to just tear my shorts off and go to town on me. Lord knows that's what I wanted.

She looked into my eyes for a second; appearing deep in thought. She had lust and want in her eyes. She got closer to me for a second. Her face was now a mere 6 inches from my cock. She looked down at it and back up at me and then smiled. As she ran her hand up and down my thighs, she inched closer to my barely covered penis. I was shaking like a madman at this point. She let her mouth fall open and it looked like she was about to blow me through my pants. She stopped about half an inch from my throbbing cock, and then she smiled wide and winked at me.

"You know you might put an eye out with this thing," she mocked.

Then out of nowhere, she grabs it and tugs it a couple of times. She watched as precum coated where the tip of my cock was in my shorts. She licked her lips and then placed a gentle kiss on the end of my dick and let go.

"See you around, perv-boy."

Then she got off the couch and walked away slowly. But she didn't walk normal. She gave me a little catwalk-strut, wiggling her perfect ass at me and looked vaguely over her shoulder with an eyebrow raised. I think it was the look of, "You'll never have me."

"Perv-boy" was a new nickname that she had for me after that.

Something in her had changed that day and I; more or less, created a monster of a cock tease. She kept doing it more and more over time, but never relieved the frustration she created in my pants. She just wanted me to suffer for some reason. Growing up like close, close friends, you wouldn't think that this would be the turnout of our relationship. She just became a woman on a mission to make her brother-in-law as hard and horny as ever and never doing anything about it. Believe me; her mission was accomplished on the first try. But the question I had yet to have the answer to was why.

Snapping back to the present, she finally relinquished her hold, she said, "Now get the fuck out of bed you pervert."

She knew my reaction so well that she didn't even have to look at my cock to know it was hard. I looked over my now red and marked shoulder and saw her grinning ear to ear and in a flash, she was gone. I just sat there with my head in my hands. I looked down and saw my erect penis and wondered if I had the time necessary to take care of it. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 8:40. I was fucked! Holly and I only had 20 minutes to eat and get to class before we were late.

"She did it again. Goddammit sis!!!" I screamed.

I heard a soft giggle and feet running down the stairs. She loved to wake me up like this from time to time so I couldn't do anything about my "hard" situation until after our 5 hour day.

She knew the pain she was causing me, and the weirdest thing about this was the fact that she was enjoying it. In a sense, she was killing me with teasing. She started wearing fewer clothes around the house when mom and dad weren't home.

They had their own newspaper business. They would edit stories, articles and all the other materials for The Wade Gazette, which they owned and made for the city we lived in. So they were gone from morning until midnight every day practically.

Holly would barge into my room wearing just her bra and panties with wet hair, like she just came from the shower and just shout things like, "Hey bro, when you're done stroking your dick could you help me with our Trig homework?"

I would just be sitting at my desk on my computer or something and just listen to those words echo in my head wondering why she is getting to be more and more cock teasing and down-right dirty in her demeanor...

Anyways, today we both got ready for school and a quick bowl of cereal and a couple of goodbyes later, we had 10 minutes to get to our class before the teacher shut the door and the test began. Our school was only a couple blocks away from our house, luckily. But, we had to have Olympic agility to get from our car in the parking to the classroom before we were late. We just got there in time.

The test went by normal. Holly had finished hers first and she went off to our next class early as the teacher just let us go when the test was done. I finished, thinking I did ok and just handed my test to the teacher and went to the common room, near the college cafe to cool off for a few minutes before I would meet her in our next class. After the crazy start my day had already took, I needed a quick break. I just sat there time asking myself the same damn questions.

"Just what the hell is she trying to do?"

"Kill me?"

"Tease me?"

"Both?"

No logical answer came over me. So I just brushed it off like I always did, headed to our next class, and let the rest of the day go on normally.

The next day went by pretty good. It was a good day because I didn't get the famed "Holly wake-up call". She was a little more docile. Plus she had a date with Charles that night. So I had the house all to myself for at least a few hours. I invited a couple of my friends and we hung out and played video games. I was asleep when my parents came home and Holly had come home afterwards sometime later. I could hear her giddy laughter from a mile away and she was definitely happy about something.

The next day was a Thursday; our last day of the school-week, finally. I woke up thinking that I was gonna get a belated wake-up call and instead I heard her in her room (that was adjacent to mine) talking on the phone with someone saying that she had "the time of her life" last night. She was speaking rather loudly like she wanted someone else to hear it or something. I could only assume she was talking about finally having sex with Charles.

She went on and on; talking about how much of a "stud" he was and how he really took care of her last night. For some reason that upset me a little bit. I didn't know why, but I wouldn't hold on to my emotions on that for too long, though. I got up and got ready for class. Mom and dad were already gone so I knocked on her door and told her we had to go, she came out of her room with a smirk and smartass demeanor, like something was up and I didn't know about it. But I did and she practically yelled it on the phone. We got our things and left for class.

We were getting our tests back from our Psychology teacher. I received mine before Holly, but I wanted to wait until she got hers to see what we got together. We traded papers and I looked at hers to reveal a 97 on her paper and a, "Good Job," written in the teacher's handwriting. She picked mine up and saw a 58 and a, "See me after class," written in the same writing. I was instantly pissed off when Holly just looked at me and started laughing and pointing like a 5 year old, waving the paper in my face. This made my ears steam and my face blood red. I was ready to kill someone. I snatched my paper out of her hand and threw hers on her desk.

I waited until after the class to see what my professor wanted and she reassured me that I could make up for the grade by some extra credit, but it still made me mad that my own sister-in-law enjoyed my suffering so much. What the fuck was her deal?!

I wanted the day to end as quickly as possible. That 5-hour day seemed like a 15-hour day to me. I managed to cool off a bit during the day but it still went by slowly. Then finally, at 12:15, I finished my last class. I had Intro to C-programming near the East corner of the campus close to the car and she had a cooking class in the back. Her class ended 10 minutes after mine.

After I finished my last class, I got the car and parked in front of the building where she came out. About 5 minutes later I saw her skip out the double doors in her little denim skirt and a tight fitting t-shirt. Her skirt was one of those that wouldn't move unless by hand so the skirt stayed where it was while she was literally skipping towards the car chanting, "I got a ninety seeeeeven, I got a ninety seeeeeven." My anger that had subsided was instantly back.

Without any reserve in her voice, she opened the door and said, "Oh, hi there Mr. 58, why the long face?"

I said, "Get in the fucking car before I leave you here," in the sternest voice.

"Wow bro, you're no fun!" she replied in a less playful voice.

She got in the car and stuck her lower lip out and crossed her arms in the fake anger and disappointment of a child. She was like that for a second to see if I would react at all. I didn't.

Suddenly she says with a smile, "Hey, I know what will make you feel better!" Then she went to my shoulder she bit two days prior and gnawed at that same spot. I had no patience this time. My blood was boiling and I just shouted. She quickly relinquish her hold on me and just looked at me while I raged at her.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TRYING TO DO HOLLY???"

"WHAT IS YOUR GODDAMN PROBLEM LATELY???"

I continued shouting at her; asking what she was trying to gain and why we can't just be the way we were growing up and loving each other. I spewed out my thoughts and feelings I recently acquired from all of the torturing she did to me. I told her that it was cruel to just get my cock hard like that and just leave me to suffer like an ant under a magnifying glass. After about 5 minutes of the loudest and most angry tone my voice ever took with her, I just put my car in drive and we headed home in absolute silence. I didn't look at her once. I was still extremely mad.

When I pulled into our driveway, I got out and reached behind my seat to get my book bag. I took a glance at her, expecting her to be in tears or have a very serious and angry look on her. But she had neither. She wasn't in a state of sadness, she wasn't in a state of anger, she was deep, deep into thought. I knew that look. That was the same look she gave me when she saw my erection for the first time. My heart instantly skipped a beat and I knew what I had to do.

"Look sis, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to put you down like that and yell at you like a child. I'm sorry Holly. Can you forgive me?"

She just turned her head and said, "Don't be sorry Steve, I deserved that. I'm aware that I torture you and I play with you a bit too much. I'm just glad you only yelled at me and didn't kill me or something. You're a patient man Steve. You've endured a lot of me before you finally blew up. I'll give you credit there. If you found a spot like that on me and made me hot and wet, and just left me to suffer my horniness, I would have murdered you the first day."

She giggled and blushed a little after that. The way she said that got a little reaction from my cock. I was moreover delighted however, when she just winked at me and stuck her tongue out playfully like everything was ok between us. My little sis-in-law was just adorable when she smiled. She was like the dog that just tore up the entire house and gave you the puppy-face. You just can't stay mad at her.

"Alright smartass, you win. I'm not mad anymore," I replied.

"Yaaaaaaaay, I win, I win, I win!" she said jumping out of the car.

I unlocked the front door of the house and watched her running upstairs, her ass just swaying at me.

The Endless Tease Session:

I decided to just calm down; and after the crazy week I had, I just wanted to relax and enjoy the peacefulness of the house until mom and dad came home later at night. I went upstairs after grabbing something to eat and went to my bedroom. I stripped down to my normal attire; gym shorts and a light T-shirt. I sat at my desk and put my headphones on. I sipped my bottle of soda and laid my head down into my crossed arms for a few minutes. Then I suddenly got that feeling like I wasn't alone.

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