Everything For Her Sisterbyhermajestysknight©
The following story is true, so despite the beauty of their real names, names have been changed to protect the innocent (or me). If you are not a fan of cheaters or cheating, then please seek another story.
I moved to Texas almost eight years ago. Shortly after, I met a man named Hector Martinez at my new job, and he and I became good friends. Hector was a year older than myself at the time, and was/is a devout Jehovah's Witness. Despite his view of me as worldly, he saw my desire to learn his culture and beliefs and invited me to his home one day.
He told me he had two sisters, Laura, who was my age at 19; and Merrill, who was 15. He also had an older brother named Jesus, who was 23. Of the Martinez clan, I'd already met and became fast friends with Jesus by this certain day.
As Hector and I watched tv in the living room, his youngest sister walked in, dressed in a tshirt and pajama bottoms. She was, in her exactitude, a cute Mexican Mathilda, Natalie Portman's character in The Professional. This was the moment I would fall for her.
For years, I had an obsession with Superman, and as Merrill pulled out her cell phone, there was a bright red "S" emblazoned on the call screen. It was kismet. Love at first sight. Corny, I know, but it was powerful.
Merrill and I started dating when she was sixteen and are still together, now that she is 21, and I am 27. We got engaged just six months into our relationship and made it work since.
Her family found out when she was 17 that I was seeing her and her sister Laura had been at odds with me ever since. She was a gossipy, lying sort of bitch.
But she was beautiful, too.
Laura and Merrill were both 5'2" with light complexions. I've learned Chihuahua born girls are like that. Merrill was thin, weighing 86lbs in contracts to her older sister's 110lbs. Merrill was very energetic, but inactive, while Laura spent four days a week working out to keep a fit figure. She was a busybody and being one myself, I could appreciate it.
For any similarities they had in their personality though, they were night and day, physically. Merrill grew out her hair naturally and kept a thin frame. She was nearly flat-chested with a cute little ass that could fit in the palm of your hand.
Laura had a healthier body with a 32C and hips you felt compelled to hold. She liked to crimp, curl, dye, and cut her hair to meet whatever style her friends were into, and it worked for her. She was incredibly beautiful, and if you told her back then how sexy she was, she'd probably throw a right hook.
For all her soap-boxing and tirades about the relationship Merrill and I had, Laura was her own worst enemy. She made a habit of sneaking around and having sex with a fellow Witness behind everyone's backs. And she got pregnant for it at 24 years old. Merrill was kismet. Laura was justification.
I was too happy about my fiancé's sister getting knocked up, it seemed because fate threw a curveball hard at me. Spending years as someone's enemy makes it easy to ignore their sexiness. But something happened after that announcement. I don't know if I felt compassion for her newfound reality of religious shame and hardship, or if the thought of Laura having sex just resounded pleasantly in my subconscious. But for the next year, I couldn't go a night without having ecstatic dreams of making wild, passionate love to my fiancé's sister.
Fast-forward a year. Laura has given birth to a little girl she named Haylie. Three months into the pregnancy, Haylie's father asked Laura to "take care of it." They hadn't spoken since. I was very good with my new niece and always opted to help Laura with her whenever she needed it. I love taking care of children. I'm a natural at it.
But Laura appreciated it, and for the first time since I'd known her, she would smile at me. I was the opposite of the horror story she swore to Merrill I'd be. She would witness every day my passion and caring for her little sister. A man who didn't have an ulterior motive stashed away. A sincere man. And she wanted that. She wanted me.
I was at the Martinez house with Merrill and her mother on the day everything happened. We were talking about getting a place of our own and the conversation leaned to getting furniture, a conversation I wasn't yet ready to have. Before I knew it, the mother-daughter duo left to go spelunking in furniture stores, leaving me to my own business, alone in the house.
About a half hour later, Laura had come home from her abuela's house. Her grandmother wanted to see Haylie and offered to watch her for the rest of the day. Seeing me alone in the living room, Laura stopped cold in her tracks.
"Hey Ashe," she began. "Is my mom home?"
"Um, no. She went with Merrill to look at couches."
"Nobody. Just me." I noticed she was staring hard at me, so I stood up from the couch. "Should I go?"
She hesitated, thinking hard about something. I was beginning to worry that she'd have a "mood" and turn my being alone into something argument worthy.
"Actually--" she began, running into me, throwing her arms around me. Staring deep into my eyes, she drew in a deep breath and pressed her lips to mine.
My initial shock subsided as the flavor of her sweet lips filled my tongue. Her juicy lips being nibbled and kissed in return. My mind went blank and immediately filled with a feeling of pure happiness. She was delicious and the feel of her heart pounding against the bottom of my chest became magical to me.
She pushed me onto the couch and climbed on my lap, our lips never parting. The sudden thrust returning me to the real world.
"Laura? What are we doing?"
"No," she whispered, putting her finger over my lips to silence me. She soon replaced it with a deep kiss, and I found her soft wet tongue exploring my mouth and I couldn't help but to explore hers with mine.
She nibbled her way down to my collar bone, and couldn't satisfy her need to run her hands across my chest.
"Laura," I began. "We...need to, um..." She started to grind her pelvis into my lap, back and forth, over and over.
"I want you, Ashe. Give me you."
"I--I can't. Your sister---"
"Fuck me Ashe," she moaned into my ear. "Fuck my brains out."
Her lips pressed against mine, I could feel her body getting hot. My cock was hard and hungry and Laura knew it. She climbed off my lap and down to her knees on the floor in front of me. She worked my jeans open, pulling my cock out of my boxers with her hand.
The feel of her small, warm hand caused my dick to flex a little, and Laura smiled.
"Does Merrill suck you off?" she asked.
" No, but I love her," I said firmly. Before I could speak another word, her lips were wrapped around the head of my cock, furiously sucking on it. Before I could settle on deciding how fantastic her lips felt around me, she ran the tip of her tongue up my shaft and swallowed my cock whole.
I'm nothing big. When hard, I'm six and a half inches. It was just an event for me because Merrill would tell me it was too big for her to put in her mouth, so she never attempted giving me oral sex. With Laura, I was learning with excitement how much I was missing.
She worked her tongue and jaw in unison, driving me wild with each passing moment. Her hands worked my shaft quick and hard. I love my Merrill. I do. But by this point, I couldn't control myself. I ran my fingers through her silky brunette hair and held her head still. I gyrated my hips, fucking her mouth. She looked at me, and with a mouthful of cock, smiled with joy.
She was getting what she wanted.
She continued her amazing blowjob skills while I fucked her mouth. I would get really into it and drive my cock deep down her throat and she'd gag. But then she'd breathe and swallow me whole again. This continued for an hour. To show a few tricks of feat, she'd deep throat my lumber and my berries and hum while she sucked me off.
My cock was pulsing. My balls were tightening. This girl was so fucking great at sucking my cock and it was about to pay off for both of us.
"Laura...mmm...Laura I'm gonna cum."
"Does Merrill suck you off?" she asked, returning immediately to my cock.
"No, baby," I was about to lose it.
"Does she suck you dry?"
"No...fuck! I'm gonna cum. I'm cumming!" She wrapped her lips around the head like it was a straw and jerked me hard. My gooey cum shot ribbon after ribbon, wad after wad into my future sister-in-law's mouth and she was taking it all.
She presented my cum to me on the tip of her tongue, proud as could be, and shot it back like a glass of whiskey down her throat.
"Does my sister like your cum, Ashe?" she asked with a lustful roar.
"That was incredible, Laura."
"I love the taste of your cock, don't you?" she kissed me hard, licking my tongue with hers. I was still lightheaded from this girl's wild blowjob, and didn't care that she didn't swallow all of my cum before kissing me.
"What time is it, Laura?"
"Give me a sec," she said. She grabbed her phone from her purse to look at the clock and beamed back at me. "I got a text from Merrill. Her and mom are going to stay the night with my grandmother to help watch Haylie."
"What do you want to do?" I asked.
"I told you I want you to fuck my brains out."
(Continued in Part 2 if you want it.)