Sister-in-law: The New Year

Cindy stood up, holding the front of her dress together. She looked down at me waiting. "Well?"

"Sure," I answered, standing up. She stepped past the chairs and I picked up our coats and followed the three of them to the bar, where Yolanda got a room key. She led us to a staircase and then up the stairs to a long hallway. She unlocked a door and invited us into the room. There was a single dance pole in the middle of the room and a large overstuffed sofa sectional that covered nearly two walls of the twenty by twenty room. Yolanda closed the door behind us and then smiled.

"Tanya, why don't you help his friend with the pole," Yolanda said with a grin. "I think Scott, it is Scott, right? Scott might enjoy seeing her wrapped around it, and I'll get him, comfortable."

"Sure," Tanya answered her sister, taking one of Cindy's hands and pulling her gently toward the curved center section of the sofa. Tanya coaxed Cindy out of her dress, leaving her naked except for her high heels and stockings, and then stripped out of her bikini top and tiny skirt.

"So, you like what you see?" Yolanda asked. "She is pretty good looking."

"Yeah. She is," I answered as Yolanda guided me to the sofa.

"Now. I can't undress you, but you look awful warm. I wouldn't complain at all if you took your shirt off to cool off."

"Oh. Yeah," I said, quickly pulling my shirt up over my head and tossing it onto the sofa.

"Now. The rules are that you have to leave your pants on, but between you and me, there's on and there's ON. If they're just around your ankles they're still on, right? Hell, if they're still on one leg, they're on, right? So if you want to get comfortable, well, I'm gonna do the same thing."

I stood and watched, slowly undoing my belt while Yolanda pulled off her top and tossed it on the sofa by my shirt. She turned away, bending over to push the little skirt down, standing bent at the waist, almost as if she was waiting for me to touch her. I let my pants drop to my ankles, my hard dick sticking straight out at her as she looked back behind herself at me. I reached a hand out and stroked her bare ass, rubbing my hand around her ass and finally between her legs to stroke her soft pussy.

She finally stood up and turned to face me. "The law says that we're not allowed to have contact, bare genitals to bare genitals. I'm pretty sure that they meant that to mean that guys were supposed to keep their pants on, buuuuuut," she said, stepping over and picking up her purse. She pulled a small square foil pack out of her purse and handed it to me. "If you put this on, well, it's not bare any more, right?"

"I guess not," I answered, holding the packet.

She stepped to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her tits against my bare chest. She whispered in my ear, "I can't do it for you sweetie. I'm not allowed to grab your bare cock. So if you want me to touch you, you're gonna have to put it on yourself."

She stepped back and let me roll the rubber onto my dick while she knelt down in front of me and grinned. "You know, that's a really nice cock," she said, replacing my hands once I had rolled the rubber down my shaft. She pushed me back, forcing me to sit on the sofa, the sound of the music filtering up into the room. I watched her start to sway and rock her body, leaning over me and rubbing her tits in my face. I opened my mouth and let her feed her nipples into my mouth one at a time. I lost track of how long she gyrated over me, my hands on her hips as she rocked her body and teased her tits into and across my mouth. As the next song started, she pushed her knees farther apart, lowering herself down until her bare pussy was grinding against my condom covered shaft. She reached her hands behind my head and leaned back, allowing me to slide my hands up and cup both big tits.

"You know, sometimes we all get turned on," she said over the music as she rocked herself on me.

"Yeah?"

"Uh huh. I can tell you are. You're so big and hard. I'd love to just lift that up and slide it into me, but you know, that isn't allowed, right?"

"I would assume that."

"I can only grind against it, and then only if it's covered," she moaned softly.

I slipped my hands around her tits far enough to capture her nipples between my fingers and gently squeezed and rolled them. "I'll be honest, I'm not sure that I can keep from coming with you doing this."

"So don't. It's not like we're in any hurry and I'm sure I can find another condom in my purse."

I looked down at her pussy, sliding back and forth along my shaft, her lips spreading to ride over my engorged head with each stroke. Back and forth she rode, her strokes teasing me closer to the inevitable conclusion we both knew.

"Oh shit," I groaned as the tingle started to race through my body. I couldn't help but arch my back up, pushing my shaft against her pussy. "Gonna come," I grunted as she slid forward again. I slid my hands down to her hips almost instinctively, grabbing hold of her and helping her slide along my shaft. "OH FUCK!" I grunted as my body jerked, driving my cock forward just after she slid all the way toward me. I felt my cock drive into her, pushing into her tunnel several inches as my body exploded in the condom, jerking and pumping shot after shot of pent up cum into the rubber receptacle.

She leaned toward me, sliding a hand down between our bodies, her fingers finding her own exposed clit. I felt her tits press into my chest as she gasped for breath, her own body shuddering and trembling as she sat on me, my cock starting to shrink inside her. "I don't think we'll tell anyone that happened," she panted. "Neither one of us need that kind of trouble."

"Uh uh," I agreed as she slid forward, lifting herself and then settling back down on my lap again to trap my softening cock between her lips.

She leaned against me, leaning her head on my shoulder while I wrapped my arms around her. "Just need to sit here a minute, if you don't mine. I don't usually climax on my customers and I could stand a moment to catch my breath."

"No problem," I answered, looking over her shoulder at Cindy and Tanya. Cindy was completely nude, with the exception of her high heels and stockings, leaning her back against the pole, Tanya standing so she was straddling one of Cindy's legs. The two were locked in an embrace, lips sucking each other while each rubbed a thigh against the other's pussy. Before tonight I'd never seen my sister-in-law naked, but I had to admit she was one good looking woman, even for a forty year old. Her breasts were full and firm, not nearly as big as Yolanda and Tanya's, but still nice sized. Maybe even pushing a large C cup, with large pink areola and hard pink nipples jutting out just the way my wife's used to. I couldn't see her pussy at the moment, but I'd seen enough of it downstairs that my mind had no problem filling in the blanks as she ground herself against Tanya.

If the idea was to teach her how to dance on the pole, it had degenerated into a mutual grind fest with both intent on pushing themselves toward climax. Cindy had her hands over her head, holding the pole for balance, her shoulder pressing against the hard metal while her feet were easily two feet from the base. Tanya straddled her leg, grinding herself on Cindy's thigh while grinding her own thigh against Cindy's pussy. Her hands were busy on both of Cindy's tits, squeezing and smashing them around in a way that Cindy was clearly enjoying.

As I watched I couldn't help but be turned on at the sight of the two, my hips starting to lift and move in time with theirs as my mind started to place me in the middle of the pair. "Damn," I groaned softly as Yolanda reached down between us, pulling the condom off my hardening cock. My hips moved up and down, feeling Yolanda's wet pussy stroking against my shaft as she sat on me, content to let me derive pleasure from my own actions.

"OH SHIT! I'm going to come!" I heard Cindy cry out as her body froze in position, shuddering and trembling.

"That's it baby! Let it happen," Tanya said to her, pulling her face from Cindy's and leaning her head down to suck one of Cindy's nipples into her mouth. I watched Cindy climax against Tanya's leg, her hips again moving her pussy up and down while she panted and moaned in pleasure. Finally she stilled and Tanya stepped back, helping Cindy up from the pole and over to the sofa.

Yolanda pushed off my lap, leaving my again rock hard cock bobbing with my pounding heart. She walked over to her sister and drew her closer to me, turning her around away from me and pushing her back to sit on my lap. I reached for her hips as she settled her pussy on my shaft and began to slide back and forth, her sister standing in front of her, reaching down below her chest to cup and tease her big tits.

Tanya stroked herself the length of my shaft, her wet lips sliding along my shaft and enveloping my head. At the end of each stroke she rocked her hips, changing the angle and where her pussy was pressed to my cock. A few times I felt my head bounce through her tunnel entrance, the gateway to her depths so incredibly close. I wanted her to drive down on me, to push both of us over the edge again, to feel her climax around my cock. It'd been so long since I'd felt a pussy against me. I knew it wasn't allowed, but that didn't stop me from trying to rock my hips in time with Tanya's to get my cock lined up to push into her. Try as I might, it just wasn't happening, which started to frustrate me. I was SOOO damn turned on I wanted it so badly. Needless to say it was a shock when Tanya climaxed while sitting on my shaft without giving me the chance to come with her.

Yolanda stepped away while Tanya sat on me, panting. Moments later Tanya was climbing off of me, Cindy stepping over at Yolanda's urging, her hands pulling her around to straddle my legs like Tanya had. She pushed her back and then reached down to grasp my cock, moving it to Cindy's pussy. "OH fuuuuuuuck," Cindy moaned loudly as she sat down on me, my cock spreading her pussy and driving wetly into her hot tunnel. Yolanda knelt on the sofa next to me and leaned to whisper in my ear.

"I can't fuck you, as much as I want to, but she can," she whispered before pulling back and lifting one of her big tits to my lips.

"Uh huh," I grunted as Cindy began to lift and lower herself on my cock. Up and down she went, bouncing herself on my shaft, driving me quickly toward another climax. It might have been a long time, but my body knew exactly what to do when surrounded by a hot wet pussy. My hips involuntarily pushed up at her with each stroke, drawing another moan from her. I couldn't see what Tanya was doing, but I was reasonably sure she wasn't just sitting around watching, based on the moans coming from Cindy.

"Oh fuck," I grunted as my body jerked hard, trying to drive up into Cindy with the first gush of cum. I heard and felt Cindy begin to climax, her body jerking and spasming almost in time with mine as I pumped shot after shot into her. Yolanda pulled her breast from my mouth and sat back with a satisfied look on her face.

"Why do you look like the Cheshire cat?" I asked breathlessly as my cock began to soften in Cindy.

"Because it was pretty fucking obvious that she wanted you to fuck her, but wouldn't ask for some reason."

"Cuz she's my sister-in-law," I answered as Cindy pulled off of me and moved to the sofa a few feet away, sitting down and holding her head.

"Well, now she's been fucked," Yolanda answered with a soft chuckle. "Looks to me like she enjoyed it well enough. I know I damn well did."

I looked over at Cindy, her head still in her hands. I stood up and shuffled over to her, reaching down under her chin to lift her face to look up at me.

"Fuck Scott. I'm damn drunk. I could swear I just fucked you," she mumbled.

"You did," I said just before she leaned over on the sofa and closed her eyes.

With a little help from the girls, I got her dressed again and her coat on. I dug in her purse for a few more twenties to tip the two and the car keys. I was glad she was light as I picked her up and carried her out of the room and down the main room. The bouncer gave me an odd look as Yolanda helped me with her as far as the main door, and then kissed me on the cheek, calling me a sweet man before letting the door close behind me.

The drive home was quiet, only Cindy's soft snoring keeping me company. I pulled into the drive and with some difficulty carried her into the house, having the most trouble getting through the door with her in my arms. I laid her on the sofa and gently undressed her, stripping off her dress and then her shoes and stockings. By the time I had her naked, my cock was rock hard in my pants again. She was, after all, a fine looking woman. I walked to my bedroom, stripped down, pulling on my pajama bottoms that I'd been wearing before we went out. I pulled a blanket and pillow from the closet and walked back out, looking appreciatively at her naked body before covering her up. I knelt down next to her and gently lifted her head, slipping the pillow under it.

"Happy New Year Cindy," I whispered before giving her a kiss on the cheek. I stood up and walked out, turning the light off as I went.

Morning came as obnoxious as always. It was of course a day off from work being New Years, but that didn't particularly keep me in bed any longer than normal. I took a shower and then dressed, pausing to take a couple ibuprofen for the naggy headache I had from the night before. I enjoyed a beer now and then, but two is a lot for me and it wasn't a surprise that I had strange dreams in the night. I walked into the living room and looked across at the sofa, the blanket having slipped off of Cindy's nude form. I walked over and gently pulled the blanket back up off the floor to cover her. I couldn't help but enjoy the view for a few seconds before covering her again. Yes, she was a fine looking woman!

I headed to the kitchen to make some breakfast, being as quiet as I could so I wouldn't wake her.

"Jesus Scott." I heard Cindy say from behind me. I turned to see her standing with the blanket wrapped around her shoulders, her pussy peeking out from the gap in the front if she moved just right. "My head feels like it's gonna explode."

"Not surprised. You had a few to drink." I chuckled.

"Oh god. Did I do anything stupid? I mean anything I'm gonna regret now that it's morning?"

"You mean besides stripping naked and pretending to be a pole dancer for me?" I said, trying to soften just exactly what had happened to something a little more palatable.

"Oh god. Naked?"

"As naked as you are now."

"Yeah. About that. You undress me?"

"Uh huh. You were passed out. Someone had to."

"Thanks, I guess."

"Doesn't matter. At the club, you showed me everything anyway," I said as I turned back to the toaster to pull the bread from it.

"That bad?"

"Well, it was an effective display," I answered her. "Not to worry. It'll be our secret."

"Oh lord," she said softly. "I'm gonna take a shower."

"Sure." I said. "You know where everything is."

I was done eating by the time she came out of the back, wearing one of my t-shirts almost like a dress. She walked over to where I'd put her dress over the back of a chair with her stockings, her high heels sitting on the floor under it. "Um. Scott? I can't seem to find my underwear."

"Yeah. I don't think they made it home. Not on you at least," I answered from the kitchen.

"Sooooo. I took my underwear off there?"

"Cindy, you took EVERYTHING off there."

"Oh god. I sorta remember some of it. But just bits and pieces. Something about getting naked with one of the dancers?"

"Oh yeah. You definitely did that." I agreed.

"Oh god. Who else saw?"

"Just me and the dancers," I said.

"Well, that's something anyway," she said as she plopped down in a seat across the table from me. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For...well. I guess embarrassing you."

"It didn't," I answered simply.

"I guess all your worst fears came true then. Sorry."

"Stop apologizing. It was...um...interesting. It'll be a New Year's I won't forget soon, or tell anyone about either." I chuckled.

"Well. Okay," she said as she got up and walked to the living room.

"You want some breakfast?"

"OH god no. I'll just puke it up. I think I'll go home and sleep it off. Mind if I borrow your shirt?"

"Well, I could say yes. Then I'd see you naked again," I said with a soft laugh. "But no. You can get it back to me later."

"Thanks, I guess," she said as she picked up her coat and put it on, the shirt pulling up to flash her pussy at me while she was pulling her coat on.

I sat at the table and wondered how much she'd remember of the night before after she had some sleep. "Hopefully not too much." I muttered to myself before finishing the cup of coffee I'd brewed, listening to her car back out of the drive. "Hopefully not much at all."