Forbidden Lust: My Sister's Husband

I went to my sister's house in a hurry because her husband called me and requested that I come over. He wanted to offer me a job in one of the state departments with an annual contract. I was very happy because this meant I would be employed and receive a salary.

I was unaware that my sister's husband had developed feelings for me to the point of being interested in me. I didn't hide the fact that I was very fond of him and even lusted after him, but he was my brother-in-law and it was inappropriate to pursue him. However, we shared moments together, such as smoking in his office, and he would let me use his computer to do whatever I wanted.

One day, when we were alone in the office, he showed me a pornographic video, insisting that it was normal for intellectuals like us to watch such things together. He even suggested that watching with him was better than watching with others.

The video aroused me so much that I felt my pants get wet. My sister's husband sat next to me, occasionally touching me under the guise of a pretext, and talking to me about sex. He even said that he would find a suitable husband for me soon. At that moment, I hoped that he would embrace me, kiss me, and have sex with me. However, I knew that he was my sister's husband, and I didn't want to betray her trust. Despite my strong desire, I refused to engage in any sexual activity with him. Nonetheless, I couldn't help but feel the burning desire for him.

This happened more than once, and each time he became bolder in his approach towards physical contact. However, I would move away from him and try not to let him know that I was aware of his intentions.

Going back to the day he called me for the job, I went to his house, but my sister wasn't there. We sat together, and he offered me a cigarette while putting on a pornographic movie for me to watch. As I watched, I would occasionally remind him to take me to the government department for my new job. However, he would insist that I continue watching the movie since I had been deprived of such things after my divorce.

He came very close to me and held onto me tightly, which made me happy at the time. He said to me:

"Listen, if you want anything, I'm ready to give it to you, even if it's wrong."

I replied, "What I want is difficult for you to provide."

He asked, "Why is it difficult? You know that I wouldn't refuse you anything."

I said, "I swear, I don't want money. You know what I need."

He said to me, "But I love you, and I'm sure you love me too. Let me make you happy instead of doing that with a stranger who might expose you or take advantage of you. I promise you that when you get married, we can forget about what happened between us."

I objected, "But this thing is forbidden."

He then approached me and placed his hands on my shoulders, saying, "It's not forbidden. I'm trying to give you something that you have the right to, and it's better than making a mistake."

He brought his mouth closer to mine and added, "My love, I'm doing this for you. You know I'm not deprived of sex, and that all the girls open their legs for me and wish for my attention. But I'm here for you. I want to make you happy and keep you from making a mistake with a stranger. Whatever you need, I'll give it to you."

...And at that moment, his pink lips were pressed against mine. From the first touch, I eagerly shared the kiss with him, filled with greed and lust. Then his hand moved towards my chest, slipping through the hole at the top of my shirt and reaching my breasts.

At first, I tried to resist, but he pushed me to the ground and started rubbing my breasts. Eventually, I gave in to him completely. I wanted to reach for his penis, take it out of hiding, and suck on it, but I didn't dare.

After he removed the bra from my chest, leaving my breasts exposed and unprotected, he began to suck on them with both lust and expertise. At that moment, I felt as though I was among the dead, unable to move due to the overwhelming euphoria.

I remember him sliding his hands down my chest and towards my vagina, but he was still above my jeans, attempting to unbutton them.

Then I said to him, "No, please don't do anything further. Let's just stick to the upper part."

He replied, "Honey, what's wrong with you? I want to make you happy. I want to pleasure you by going down on you. Don't be afraid, I'm not going to insert my penis into your vagina. I just want to lick you so that you can feel good. Afterward, I'll take out my penis for you to enjoy seeing it."

His penis was in my hand immediately, not just warm but scorching hot like fire. I couldn't resist holding it in my grasp, and once I did, it was difficult to let go as if it had become stuck to my hand.

Meanwhile, he had removed my pants and began using his hands to play with my vagina over the pink panties that I was wearing.

I groaned, saying to him, "Oh, ah, ah, this is forbidden. It's wrong for us to be doing this. Ah, oh, oh, oh, oh, ah, ah, ah, ah."

He continued to do what he was doing, and I gave in to my desires, saying, "Yes, mmm, my love, keep playing with it. Insert your fingers, stay with me."

He replied, "Oh, I've been longing to play with and lick your pussy."

Then I began to stroke his penis with my hand while he rubbed my vagina. My arousal caused my body to produce moisture, which filled the air with the scent of my desire. I was so consumed by pleasure that I didn't notice when he removed my undergarments, parted my legs, and started licking my vagina. He drank from my flowing fluids like a waterfall.

He positioned himself in a 69 position, with his head towards my vagina and his penis in front of my mouth. He licked my vagina as I sucked on his wonderful red penis, which I had envied my sister for. After several moments of oral pleasure, he ejaculated his semen into my mouth.

As he pulled away from my body, he looked at me with a flushed face covered in the wetness of my vagina. I couldn't help but burst into laughter at the sight of his face, and he joined in as well.

I stood up from my place and began to get dressed. As I did, he hugged me from behind and said, "We're not finished yet."

I told him, "No, what happened is enough. We can't do this again. It would be a betrayal to my sister."

He replied, "It's not betrayal. You've desired me for a long time, and I know it. I love and desire you too."

After finishing dressing, I turned to him with a smile and said, "You never stop justifying yourself." I blew him a kiss from a distance and walked out of the room, forgetting about the job.