Keeping It In the Family Ch. 02

Copyright © 2012, BarondeSade. ALL Rights Reserved.

No portion of this story may be reproduced for profit without the express, written permission of the author . . . .

This story is a work of fiction. The characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental . . . .

All fictional characters in the story who are involved in sexual situations and incidents are above the age of eighteen . . . .

A complete re-write of an old Baron Darkside story . . . .

A million thanks to dizzyupdreams for editing this story . . . .

An erotic fantasy from the demented mind of BarondeSade . . . .

I could feel the warmth of the sunlight on my face as I slowly floated toward consciousness. I guess that's what woke me up. But as I did, I had a vague sense of uneasiness. It was as if I had done something I shouldn't have done last night, but I couldn't remember what. Trying to remember what I'd done, I slowly opened my eyes.

Where am I, I frantically asked myself? Nothing looked familiar.

I knew it must be morning, but where was I? My frizzled brain refused to lend a hand as I struggled to remember. Then I noticed the fragrance of perfume. And under that, I recognized the smell of pussy hanging in the air. Pussy! A woman? Had I slept with a woman?

Then suddenly, like a splash of icy water in the face, it came flooding back to me. It was Ada's perfume. My sister-in-law, Ada. My brother's wife. But where is she, I asked myself, looking around, finding the bed beside me and the room disappointingly empty.

Had I made a fool of myself last night? Had Ada come to her senses and run away from me? What should I do? I felt drugged. My numb brain was refusing to cooperate. Maybe I should get dressed and slink away before she knew I was awake. Then I wouldn't have to face her. Face her and account for my sins. What if she told Steve and accused me of rape? But wait. She hadn't seemed hurt, or angry, or even upset last night.

And yet, I was afraid.

As quietly as I could, I sat up, turned and reached up for my pants. But as I turned back around, I saw Ada standing in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe looking at me with a quirky little smile on her lips.

"Oh, you finally woke up," she smiled. "I thought you were going to sleep all day."

"Uh, I, uh, oh, uh, what time is it?" I was finally able to sputter out as I gawked at her. My poor, reeling brain was bedazzled. All she was wearing was black panties, high heels and a little black apron that was trimmed in white lace that did little to hide any of her abundant charms. "Almost eleven o'clock," she softly laughed, making her big tits jiggle and shake under the thin apron. "I just came up to see how you liked your eggs cooked."

"Uh, I, uh, oh, scrambled is fine," I stammered as I continue to gape at her like a buffoon.

"What's wrong?" she grinned, reaching up, curling her fingers down under the top of the apron, pulling it down and hooking it under her sagging breasts, "Haven't you ever seen a woman wearing an apron?"

"Uh, I, uh, oh, I, duh, not like that," I stuttered.

I had seen pictures of women wearing frilly, black and white, French-maid aprons. But I had never seen a woman actually wearing one.

"Don't you like it?" she asked me slowly turning around in a circle so I could take in all of her fabulous bod. "Do you want me to put something else on?" she asked me, faking a pout by puffing out her lush, full lower lip.

"Yes—yes--OH, No—No—Fuck, I don't know what I mean. You've got me so tongue-tied, I don't know what I'm saying or doing anymore. Yes, I like your apron, and no, no, I don't want you to put anything else on," I was finally able to somehow choke out, unable to take my eyes off her big, beautiful breasts softly jiggling as they hung down over the top of the apron.

"Okay. So why don't you take a quick shower . . . and I'll be back with your . . ." she said, with an evocative pause as she ran her fingers over the crotch of the little, black panties that were peeking out just below the bottom of her apron, "breakfast in a few minutes," she giggled.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, uh, sure—" I muttered, watching her as she brushed her fingers over the triangle of black covering her hidden womanhood.

Then, with a wink, she turned, giving me a wonderful view of her beautiful, panty-encased bottom. Pausing for a moment, she let me feast my eyes on her butt before she gave it a little wiggle and disappeared out the door. Throwing back the sheet, I swung my legs off the bed and sat on the edge listening to the sexy clop of her high heels on the hardwood floor as she made her way down the hallway to the stairs. Then I heard the muffled clump of her heels on the carpeted stairs quietly receding as she went down them.

Then suddenly, it was quiet.

All of my waking worries had apparently been unjustified. Not only that, it seemed that Ada was more than ready to resume our adulterous little affaire d'amour. Shaking my head in amazement at my good fortune, I hopped out of bed and went hurrying down over to the bathroom.

Standing under the water, I realized that my lower back muscles were still stiff and a little sore from last night's abuse. But I could feel the stiffness melting away as I stood letting the hot, stinging spray beat against them. As I did, I let my mind wander over the events of the previous evening. I still couldn't fathom that a woman as beautiful and seemingly happily married as my sister-in-law would let me make love to her. As I relived the previous night, I felt my dangling cock slowly growing thick and heavy as it tried to lift itself up out from between my legs. If only the rest of my body was as willing, I tiredly thought, flexing my back muscles and feeling some relief from the hot water cascading down over them.

Finally it dawned on me that I had been in the shower for quite a while. Grabbing the soap, I hurriedly washed myself and rinsed off. My cock seemingly had a mind of its own as I looked down and saw that it was it sticking out, swollen and almost fully recharged. At least the most important part of my body isn't sore, I chuckled to myself. Stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel, I dried myself off then wrapped the towel around my waist. Stopping at the mirror, I ran a brush through hair and quickly brushed it into a semblance of order I even brushed my teeth before I went padding back out into the bedroom. As I did, I found my sister-in-law sitting in the middle of his bed eating breakfast. Her long legs were splayed out to the side but I couldn't see her pussy as the bottom of her apron dangled down between them covering it. But I could plainly see that she was no longer wearing the little, black panties.

In the dark last night, I hadn't had a chance to see what she looked like naked and the earlier glimpse of her standing in the doorway in her little, panties and French-maid apron had only whetted my appetite for more. There wasn't much hidden now, but I couldn't wait to see her bare-assed naked—

"I was beginning to think," she softly laughed, chomping on a piece of toast, "that you had drowned or something."

"I was just trying to make myself presentable," I grinned, seeing that my breakfast sat on a bed tray waiting for me.

"I hope your breakfast isn't cold," I heard her say and she lifted a mouthful of egg up to her lips.

"It'll be fine," I said, carefully sitting on the bed so as to not upset her food.

I didn't realize how hungry I was until I started eating. It was like I hadn't eaten in days as I wolfed down the food until my plate was licked clean.

Ada hadn't said a word as she sat watching me eat.

"My, my, you were hungry," she smiled, leaning over and putting her empty plate on top of mine and then setting the tray on the nightstand. I couldn't keep my eyes off her big, droopy tits as they quivered and jiggled every time she moved.

"That really hit the spot," I lamely told her, not knowing what else to say.

"I'm glad you liked it," she smiled back, reaching over and plucking at the knot in the towel wrapped around my waist.

"Do we really need this?" she grinned as I felt the knot come unraveled and the towel dropped into my lap.

"Uh, I guess not," I grinned back.

"Well, why don't you take it off then?" she laughed, pinching one of the edges and flinging it back off my prick that was still sticking out, about half-hard as it tried to lift its head up from between my legs.

"I'm glad to see that one of you is an early riser," she giggled, intimately laying her hand on my thigh.

"Uh, yeah—"I snickered.

Both of us seemed unsure what to do next as I self-consciously reached over and ran my fingertips up the smooth softness of her thigh.

"I don't know where to begin," Ada finally said, taking a deep breath that made her impressive breasts bobble and heave as they hung out over the top of the skimpy apron. "I've never done anything like this before. Never ever. I never cheated on my first husband, Bob, in the whole twenty four years we were married. And I've never been untrue to your brother, Steve, either. So, this is all a little new to me."

I was at a loss for words as I stared at my sister-in-law feeling oddly ashamed of myself for gawking at her breasts while she was trying to tell me why she had let me do what I had done to her.

But it wasn't all my fault. I hadn't been able to fully appreciate their beauty last night as I had only seen them for one, fleeting moment just before I fucked her. But wasn't that the way it was with men. She was trying to have a serious talk and explain her feelings and all I could do was gawk at her breasts.

"Clarke—my face is up here," I heard her say as she pinched my chin between her thumb and finger and pushed up until I was looking into her big, blue eyes.

"I'm sorry . . ." I mumbled, feeling even more ashamed.

"I don't know what to say about what happened, except that it just happened," she went on, "no one was to blame. It just happened."

"I know," I tried to mollify her, but strangely, she seemed to be trying to convince herself more than me. "I think Mother Nature set us up. Everything was there and all it took was a spark to set them off. And heaven's knows there was enough electricity around last night to set off anything."

"Do you understand what I'm trying to say?" she asked me, dropping her hand back down onto my leg. "I don't blame you for what happened. It just happened. But we can't go back and erase it. Now the only thing that remains is to decide what we're going to do about it."

I still thought I loved her. But what was love? The feeling that you never wanted to let her out of your sight? Never wanted her to talk to another man? Was that love . . . or jealousy? I felt a tickle of fear creeping up my spine. Did she want to end it? But wait, my frantic brain railed. If she did, why had she come to my room dressed the way she was? It didn't make any sense.

"What do you want to do?" I asked her, taking her hands in mine, holding them and giving them an intimate squeeze. "Do we have a future?"

"I think we could have," she softly said, gently squeezing my hand back. "Last night, you said that you thought you loved me. Do you still feel that way?" I heard her ask me.

"More . . . more than last night, if that's possible," I told her, lifting he hands up to my lips and softly kissing along the backs of her fingers.

"Well," she sighed, easing her hands out of mine and reaching around behind her back, "If you're foolish enough to think I'm not too old for a virile young man like yourself, and you don't mind having a middle-aged lover when I'm sure that you could have any girl you want, who am I to say no—"

"Oh, my sweet Ada," I gushed, almost afraid to believe what I had just heard her say. "You are more beautiful than any girl I could ever find. I could never find a more perfect lover, even if I wanted to . . . and I don't!" I empathically told her.

"Really?" she modestly asked. "I'm not too old for you?"

"I know they say that looks aren't everything and you can't tell a book by its cover, but I can't wait to read every delightful word of this story," I smiled. "A man would have to be blind," I told her, pausing to reach up and slowly run the backs of my fingers down the slope of one of her breasts and across the hard, swollen nub jutting out of its darkened tip. "Blind, not to find you beautiful, and even if I was blind, I could tell how beautiful you were simply by touching," I told her as I gently plucked and toyed with the big, rubbery nipple.

"Oh, my Darling . . ." she murmured, pulling the apron around in front of her, unhooking it from under her pendulous breasts and then lifting it up over her head. "I do think I made the right choice," she whispered, holding the apron out over the edge of the bed, then letting it flutter to the floor.

"I'm glad you did," I said, gently twisting the big, swollen pap with my fingers. "I don't know what I would have done if you had said no."

Finally, for the very first time I was able to see her naked. And her unrivaled beauty almost took my breath away. I could barely believe my eyes. She was a goddess. Her breasts, heavy and swollen, swelled out like two big, pink melons, each tipped with a cup of ruddy pink flesh and a giant, swollen nipple. I could almost feel the soft hardness of the big, resilient nipples in my mouth as I marveled at them.

Finally able to tear my eyes away from the majestic mountains, I swept my eyes down onto the plain of her belly. There was an infinitesimal little paunch at the bottom of her tummy but it was so tiny, I couldn't tell if it was caused by age or the way she was sitting. Then she leaned back, stretching out her arms, locking her elbows and resting her weight on her hands. As she did, I saw that the paunch had disappeared. Smiling coquettishly, she slowly spread her long, supple legs apart to bare the opulent, glistening jewel between them. As I feasted my eyes on her naked femininity, I was stunned to see that her pussy was shaven, smooth and bald as a baby's butt. But last night? Last night it had been covered in soft, kinky curls! And now there wasn't a single one.

Had I been imagining it last night? No, no, it was there last night.

"What? Don't you like it?" she asked me. "I did it just for you . . ."

The sheer sexuality of the swollen, puffy lips of her pussy sticking out from the bare mound of smooth skin was titillating. As I looked on in wonder, she leisurely reached down and spread her big, fleshy pussy lips apart. It was the most sensual, erotic pussy I'd ever seen. I felt another shudder of excitement work through my cock as I sat staring down at it

"It's beautiful," I murmured. "But what is Steve going to think?" I jealously asked.

"Oh, I'll tell him that I did it for him," she smiled, fingering the big pearly nub sticking out above the fleshy gash. "We do all kinds of kinky things for each other all the time."

Frowning, I felt another stab of jealousy ripple through my brain.

"Now don't go all jealous on me," Ada purred, ever-so-gradually spreading her legs wider and wider. "He's still my husband—"

As her long, tanned legs crept apart, I watched on in adoration as the thick, puffy, pink lips of her pussy unfurled even more, revealing the dark, mystical core of her femininity. Not believing that it was really happening, I watched on, bewitched by her as she slowly rubbed her finger back and forth across her big, swollen clit.

As I watched on in quiet reverence, she gently peeled the fleshy covering back away from the nub, exposed more of it to her rubbing finger.

"Do you like watching me do this?" she asked me.

"Yes . . . it's so, so sexy," I smiled up at her then dropped my eyes back down to her flicking finger.

"Would you like to kiss it?" she asked me as she rolled the round, pea-sized clitoris around with her finger.

"Would you like for me to kiss it?" I responded back.

"Yes, very much . . . if you want to," she whispered, keeping her distended clitoris squeezed out of its little hiding place.

"Then I would like to kiss it very much," I murmured.

As I watched her, she moved her hand away and leaned back on her elbows while I slowly bent down and softly kissed the swollen folds of soft flesh just below her jutting clit.

"Ummmmm . . ." I heard her softly murmur as her hips lifted slightly to press her dew-shrouded lips against my lips.

I felt giddy as I gently ran my tongue around the fleshy, limp lips of her sweet-scented pussy, purposefully avoiding her clit. Licking and twirling my tongue around in the slippery softness, I looked up over her hairless mons, her flat tummy, between her sagging breasts, her arched neck and saw that all I could see of her face was the bottom of her chin. Still resting her weight on her elbows, she had her head thrown back as she waited for the touch of my lips and tongue on her clit.

Savoring the sweetness of her free-flowing juices, I slowly dipped my tongue down into the warm, clinging wetness of the channel of her pussy. This exacted another soft murmur from Ada as she rolled her hips and tried to find my lips with her clit.

Then as I gently thrust in and out of her slippery, moist cunt, I saw her head and shoulders ease down onto the bed while her hand snaked down over her belly to her clit. A long, slender finger extended out from the hand as its tip softly probed and poked at her clit to peel back the fleshy sheath protecting it.

The pale pink nub of flesh was now totally exposed as it jutted up out of its fleshy hood.

"Please—there . . . touch me there," she softly begged, rolling her hips again trying to find my lips.

Figuring I had teased her long enough, I slowly licked my way up the sodden passage toward her protruding clit. I saw that she wasn't breathing as she breathlessly awaited my touch.

Still wanting to draw out the suspense, I slowly swirled around her clit again without touching it and then suddenly lashed my tongue across it.

As I did, I heard Ada take in a quick, gasping breath followed almost immediately by a long, drawn-our, hissing, "Yeeeessssssssss—"

Although her clitoris looked soft, I quickly found that it was hard and stiff as I swirled my fluttering tongue all around and over it.

As she kept the fleshy sheath peeled back off the protruding nub, I pursed my lips around it and gently sucked on it while I flogged my flicking tongue back and forth across it.

"Oh-Yes-like that-oh, God, Yesssss—"Ada gurgled pulling up her knees and I felt her silky-smooth thighs begin to press against my cheeks. I could feel the tendons stretching down the insides of her thighs tightening, straining out against her soft, smooth skin as her low, moaning mews became louder and more insistent.

Ada had her head thrown back against the mattress as a straining grimace crept across her face distorting its pretty features while her hands clawed at the bed sheets.

The muscles in her taut belly were trembling as like a slowly-tightening vise her thighs clenched against my cheeks tighter and tighter. Her back was arching down against the mattress, lifting her hips and thrusting her clit against my lips as she strained harder and harder toward her finish.

My chin was soaked with the pungent warmth seeping out of her pussy as I continued to swirl and twirl my lashing tongue around her swollen clit.

I could feel my cock throbbing, pounding in rhythm with my rushed heartbeat as I feasted on the sweet succulence between my sister-in-law's legs. The sheer eroticism of her smoothly shaven pussy was so exciting, especially knowing that she had shaved it for me.