His Sexy Sister-in-Law

"Then why, Paul, don't you leave my sister," Carmen asked, mentally adding: and come to me.

"Because," Paul said, "Krystal and I have an agreement. I stay with her, and eventually marry her, and she lets me live here and supports me while I write the novel I'm currently working on. In the meantime, we do the best we can, and make it work as well as possible."

"Why would my sister do that, when she doesn't have to have anybody," Carmen asked, partly to herself. "I don't know, Carmen," Paul answered. "She just said that she wanted me with her, and that I'm to provide her with companionship--visible companionship--and she would provide the rest. She did not say specifically that I could not see somebody else, but her tone and manner of speaking made it pretty clear. Krystal can get her message across when she wants to."

"Yeah, I know that," Carmen said ruefully.

Carmen, though still pissed off at Paul, couldn't help but be secretly glad. So her sister was a cold fish in bed? She was also glad that Paul was remorseful, yet had enjoyed last night. She decided not to let him get off the hook easily.

"Okay, lover boy, here's the deal," Carmen said.

"I think you're kind of a shit for screwing me last night, considering your agreement with Krystal. But I can understand your position. Last night will be our little secret. But, I don't want you ignoring me. You bastard, I happen to like you as a person--mostly. You have treated me better than a hell of a lot of people have. If I can't have your body, I still want your friendship. I mean that, now. No pussyfooting around. You ignore me or blow me off, and I'll run right to Krystal, and you'll be out on your ass. Got that?"

Paul nodded and said, "Yes, I do."

Carmen allowed herself to smile a little and said, "And just for the record, I enjoyed last night, too."

A few moments later, Krystal entered the kitchen and said, "Hi guys. Great party, wasn't it?"

Paul and Carmen both answered, "Yes."

* * *

Later that day, Carmen drove back to her apartment to get ready for work. She worked as a bartender at a popular place called Stumpy's Grill. Stumpy's was a favorite hangout of students and yuppies. It was decorated in pseudo-mock-western style with old boots and cow skulls and saddles and old road signs scattered about the place. The tables were wood, and looked like someone had beat them up with a hammer and blowtorch, then sanded, stained, and varnished them. It was supposed to look rustic, but it only looked half-baked.

However, it could get quite busy on Saturday nights, and at the moment, Carmen was working her ass off trying to keep up with the drink orders. The bar was crowded with the usual college crowd; the restaurant was crowded with both college kids and well-to-do couples from across town. In short, the place was hopping.

Stephanie Hocutt was the bar's manager, and she was working right along with Carmen, mixing and pouring drinks as fast as she could. Stephanie was a little taller than Carmen, with thick short black hair, red lips, and red fingernails. She was slender, with smallish tits, and a rolling, almost mannish way of walking. She was also bisexual, almost exclusively lesbian, and madly in lust with Carmen Williams.

During a short break in the rush, Stephanie lit a cigarette and asked, "So, how did the party go last night?"

"It was okay. Just the usual people were there. Nothing special," Carmen said.

"How was Paul," Stephanie asked. Although she thought most men were pigs, Paul was basically all right--up to a point.

"Paul was fine. We had a talk. I think that he and Krystal are going to get married pretty soon," Carmen said, drawing a beer for a half-drunk college student.

"Married? Well, I suppose you're glad for them," Stephanie said, eyeing Carmen and taking a drag off her cigarette.

"Not really. I don't think they love each other. I think it's a marriage of convenience," Carmen said.

"What do you mean?" Stephanie asked.

"Well, according to Paul, Krystal wants him as sort of an accompaniment, and he's marrying her for her money and support while he writes this big novel he's working on." Carmen sighed. "I don't know if it will work out," she said. Carmen purposely left out certain key facts about her and Paul's encounter, and about Paul and Krystal's relationship. Although she like and trusted Stephanie, she also knew that Stephanie wanted her, and Carmen wasn't ready to go that route--yet.

"Interesting," Stephanie said, crushing out her cigarette. "Oh well, nothing you can really do about it, is there? By the way, would you like to come over tonight after work? We could listen to a little music or watch a video. A couple of my friends might drop over."

"Not tonight," Carmen said. "I'm still a little tired. I think I drank a little too much beer last night." Carmen was not really interested in meeting Stephanie's butch girlfriends and sitting around all night trashing men. Maybe later, but not now.

Out of the corner of her eye, Carmen saw someone gesturing to her from the end of the bar. She walked down and stopped at a husky, construction-worker type dressed in a jean shirt. He had longish dark blonde hair, a mustache, and roguish brown eyes. He was holding an empty beer bottle. "Thank goodness, you came to save me," he said. "I'm dying of thirst here, and your waitress is so busy she can't seem to get to me."

"No problem," Carmen said. "What can I get you?"

"Please, ma'am, another one of these," he said, holding up the bottle.

Carmen got his beer and said, "One seventy-five, please."

The construction worker said, "Is it all right if I just sit here and run up a tab? I don't plan on going anywhere, now that I've found a home."

Carmen laughed. "Okay," she said, "just don't go anywhere."

"Oh, I won't, I promise. I'll be happy to just sit here and admire the scenery." His eyes crinkled nicely when he smiled, thought Carmen.

The construction worker stayed right there at that spot for the next two hours, leaving only for bathroom breaks. He drank steadily, but never got out of hand.

As the night wore on, he and Carmen struck up and carried on a running conversation. She learned that his name was Lance, and that he worked for a roofing company that was on a big contract in downtown Bradenton. Carmen could tell by his deeply suntanned arms and face that he worked outside. He seemed okay to Carmen, if not the most intelligent man in the world.

"So, where are you staying?" she asked.

"Right now, I'm sharing an apartment with two other guys, but I'm always looking for something better." Lance grinned and winked at her.

"Yeah, I bet you are," Carmen laughed. Not tonight, buddy, she thought, but maybe if you play your cards right...

At eleven-thirty, the bar started to thin out a little. Lance paid up and said, "Well, Carmen, I've had enough. It was very nice talking to you." He included a generous tip.

Carmen said, "So long. Can I expect to see you back in here sometime?"

Lance grinned, winked, and saluted her. "You can count on it," he said, and walked away steadily, despite the beer he'd been drinking.

"Who was that guy?" Stephanie asked, walking up behind Carmen.

"Just some guy. He drank beer at the bar all night. Seemed all right. Left a good tip." Carmen glanced at the clock. Twelve midnight. In another hour they could start cleaning up to go home.

At one-thirty, Stephanie said "Last call!" and the few people that were left ordered their final drinks. At two o'clock, she and Carmen were basically done cleaning the place up. Stephanie counted the drawer and did the books, while Carmen finished cleaning the bar.

At two-thirty, they were done. Stephanie poured herself a shot of bourbon and drank it down neat. Then she lit a smoke and said to Carmen, cigarette dangling from the side of her mouth, "You sure that you don't want to come over? It'll probably be a pretty good time."

"No thanks, not tonight," Carmen said. She said her goodbyes and drove home. After the smoky bar, the cool night air felt good on her face and in her hair. She breathed it in gratefully.

Although her apartment was in town, she drove the short distance to the beach. She sat in her car for a while, thinking about Paul, and Krystal, and Stephanie, and Lance. It seemed a bit strange to her that she could have been with someone that night. Indeed, she could have gotten fucked that night by a man or a woman. Yet, she chose to be alone. "Well," she said aloud, "sometimes alone is the best way to be."

She got back in her car, drove home, and went to bed.

Chapter 3

Two weeks after the party, Krystal and Paul announced their engagement. Since they were already living together, the engagement was short, only a month. Krystal did not want a big, elaborate wedding, and she did not get one. Instead, they were married in the backyard of the house, with only a few friends in attendance. Carmen was the maid of honor. Paul's brother Phil was his best man. During the reception, at which almost everyone got falling-down drunk, Carmen finally let Lance know that she was ready to go to bed with him.

Carmen was left in possession of the house while Paul and Krystal honeymooned in the keys. After the newlyweds had gone, Carmen and Lance were cleaning up the mess. He came up behind her, put his arms around her, and began kissing her neck. She was not quite ready, and said, "Let's clean up a little, first, then we'll go upstairs."

Lance seemed a bit impatient, but he grudgingly continued picking up the place. When it was fairly clean, he bounded up the stairs and took a quick shower, then jumped in the bed and waited for Carmen. She seemed to take forever in the bathroom, but finally she appeared at the door. She had on a dark green shortie nightgown with matching thong panties. "How do you like it?" she asked coyly, turning to give him a view of her butt.

"I like it, now get over here," Lance said huskily.

She went to the foot of the bed and crawled up on her hands and knees, slowly advancing up his body. She could see the stiff outline of his cock, underneath the sheet. Lance grabbed her, a bit roughly, and kissed. Then his rough hands were all over her, pawing her. She broke the kiss, saying, "Hold on, big boy! We have all the time we need. Let's just slow down a little." She quickly shed the nightgown and panties.

He reluctantly slowed down, and Carmen started to enjoy herself a little. He was a good-looking man with a great body, one benefit of carrying shingles up and down a ladder all day.

Carmen kissed him again on the lips, then pushed him down on the bed, saying, "Relax and let me do the work for a while." She kissed his nipples and chest, and rubbed her titties all over his hot, hard penis. She held her breasts together and cradled it gently between the two orbs. Lance's cock was truly huge, at least nine inches, and uncircumsized. She had never had an uncut cock before. While she worked it back and forth between her tits, she bent down and teased the glans with the tip of her tongue. Lance tried to push her head down, but Carmen resisted.

As his cock got harder and hotter, Carmen noticed the musky smell of his sex. It made her pussy wet, and it made her want to suck his magnificent prick. She began jerking his cock up and down with her hand, and a drop of clear pre-come appeared. She took her thumb and gently rubbed it over the head of his cock. Then, she moved quickly down and took as much of his pulsing man-meat into her mouth as she could. The feel of his cock deep in her throat made her moan with pleasure. Lance immediately began bucking his hips upward, trying to fuck her mouth. Carmen put her hands on his hips to slow him, then grasped his cock again. She began moving her head up and down, in rhythym with her jerking hand, and soon Lance was saying, "Okay baby, I'm gonna come any time now."

Carmen took her mouth off his cock and quickly straddled him. He slid easily into her wet pussy. She began fucking him slowly, gradually building up to an orgasm. She leaned down and kissed him. While she was leaning down, he suddenly put his arms around her and turned her over so that he was on top. This surprised Carmen somewhat, as she liked to be on top. Then, Lance began pounding her steadily. It felt okay, then it felt better, and soon she was nearing orgasm. She gave herself up to the feeling of his monstrous cock plunging in and out of her pussy. "Oh, oh, oh, aah, oh baby," she cried.

Lance, encouraged by her response, fucked even harder, taking the time on the in-stroke to stir his cock around some. Although everything was happening a little too fast for Carmen, she still came satisfyingly. "Okay now, lover, go for it yourself," she urged Lance. But he seemed to be having trouble. He stroked a few more times, then pulled a still-hard dick out of her well-used pussy, and groaned, "I need a little rest, baby."

Carmen was a bit disappointed. She had wanted him to come in her pussy. She said, "What do you want me to do? Should I use my hand?"

Paul looked at her and said, "Yeah, baby, use your hand on me."

Carmen went to the bathroom and got a bottle of baby oil. She put a little in her hand, crawled back into bed and said, "Just relax, baby, Carmen's gonna make you come real good."

She cuddled up beside of him, and took his cock in her oil-slick hand. It has softened a bit, but by the time she had stroked it a few times, it was fully hard again. Lance moaned and said, "That feels good, baby. Just keeping doing it like that."

Carmen grunted softly as she felt his dick swell in her hand. She moved slowly up and down the shaft, gripping him firmly, and circled the glans with two fingers. Sometimes she concentrated on the head, other times she just jerked the shaft. Lance had his eyes closed, enjoying the sensations. She liked stroking his cock. It gave her a sense of power to have him responding to her moves.

Lance began bucking again, and moaned, "Oh baby, here it comes!" He spread his legs wide. His cock suddenly seemed to get even harder and hotter in Carmen's hand. He tensed, and large, heavy bolts of white, thick jism erupted from his member, splashing on his belly and Carmen's rapidly pistoning hand. Lance grunted sharply with each spurt, and finally reached down to stop Carmen's hand, gasping, "Enough, enough."

Lance was heaving huge breaths of air. Carmen cuddled up to him and whispered, "How was that, baby?"

"Oh, it was good, good baby," Lance said. "Have you got a rag we can use to clean this stuff up?"

"Sure," Carmen said, reluctantly getting off the bed and thinking, it wouldn't have hurt you to put up with it a little longer.

She cleaned up the come on his belly and chest, and then cuddled up to him again. She was just about to start talking to him again when he began snoring. Sighing, Carmen turned over and tried to go to sleep. Well, she thought, at least I came.

She couldn't help but wonder what was happening with Paul and Krystal in the keys.

* * *

The drive down had been tiring. It had taken almost four hours to reach their hotel. But both Paul and Krystal had been excited to be away, and with each other.

Paul, for his part, couldn't keep his eyes off of Krystal. She was a beautiful woman. And, she seemed to be excited about being with him. She had been very affectionate toward him during the reception and the drive down. She was wearing a stretchy, skin-tight white dress almost too short to cover her pussy, and she was wearing nothing underneath. She kept shifting her legs and giving him brief flashes of blonde pussy hair. This made it extremely difficult to drive, and he had had to swerve to avoid running off the road several times. Krystal had laughed and teased him about it.

He couldn't help wondering if he had been wrong about Krystal. In the past, she had always been affectionate, but somewhat distant in bed. He had been unsure if what he had been doing had been pleasing to her. Krystal had assured him that it was, that it was her fault. She had said that she found it hard to totally relax. But when they had danced at the reception, she had rubbed against him with her large tits, and surreptitiously reached down to squeeze his cock. To Paul, she seemed hot to trot, and totally relaxed.

On the drive down, they discussed the scenery, his novel--a mystery about the Civil War--and her work--she had a new contract for low-income housing in Bradenton. She was very excited about it. It would mean work for the company for months, even years.

The sun slowly went down in the west. It was a beautiful Florida sunset. He reached over and held her hand. She took his hand and put it between her thighs. Paul's cock sprang to attention.

He was still struggling a bit with what had happened between him and Carmen. He couldn't decide if he was the luckiest man in the world, the stupidest, or the unluckiest. Maybe he was all three. While it was true that he really liked Carmen, he also loved Krystal as well. Despite the earlier deficiencies in their love life, he felt the need to try and do as well as possible by her. After all, Krystal had agreed to support him while he wrote his book. Paul resolved then and there to make his relationship with the beautiful woman next to him in the car work.

They reached the hotel just as it was getting dark, and Paul parked the BMW and went inside to register. He got the room key, and pulled the car around to a parking space. There were a few guests, young college males, sitting on the balcony above the parking lot. When they saw Krystal get out of the car, they basically went wild. Krystal gave them a mean look. Paul was annoyed, but secretly proud that his wife could command such attention. They got settled in their room and went out to dinner.

The drinks were just right. The wine was very good, the steaks and shrimp delicious, and the walk back to the hotel by the beach very romantic. Paul was anticipating a night of satisfying sex, and Krystal, in her own mind, had decided to give it to him.

Paul showered first and put on a pair of silk boxer shorts Krystal had given him as a present. Krystal kissed him and said, "I'll be out in a little while, darling. Just relax." So Paul did what any other man would do in a similar situation: he picked up the remote and watched television. Krystal had carried a small suitcase into the bathroom with her. After awhile, he heard the shower going. Once it went off, he got up and darkened the room. He opened the bottle of champagne he had brought along, and got out the crystal glasses. He lit two candles, and found a mellow jazz station. He wanted this night to be perfect.

Fifteen minutes later, Krystal peeked out of the bathroom and asked, "Are you ready for me?"

"Yes, I am," Paul answered truthfully.

Slowly, almost shyly, Krystal stepped out of the bathroom into the candlelit room. Paul was struck dumb by what he saw.

Krystal was wearing a turquoise, lace-front corselet that supported her exposed breasts with underwired cups. The cups pushed her breasts forward and up, creating dramatic, beautiful cleavage. She also had on matching g-string panties and stockings. She looked heartbreakingly lovely and very, very sexy.

"Do you like my outfit?" she asked.

Paul and Krystal had been living together for the past four months. He had seen her nude many times. He knew very well just how beautiful she was. Yet, she had never worn this before, and she had never looked as alluring as she did right then. "Yes," he was finally able to stammer out.

"Let's have some of that champagne," she said smiling at him.

Paul could hardly keep his eyes off of her while he uncorked and poured the wine. Her perfume was exquisite--it could have been called "Justifiable Rape".

They reclined on the bed together. Paul said, "Krystal, I don't know what to say. You're so beautiful I don't believe it. I love you."