Hot sister-in-law spends the night while wife is away

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“Well,” she said. “I’m going shopping. Mike, you can watch the girls.”

With that statement Tonya slammed the door and was gone.

“Wow,” I said. “I thought she’d never leave.”

Mike and I laughed then we sat around drinking coffee for about an hour and talked about how much the previous night reminded us of our early twenties.

At 11:30 John called my cell and asked if I wanted to meet him for all-you-can-eat sushi. I was starving and agreed to meet him at noon.

For my friends and me, sushi isn’t just a meal, it’s an event. We all take great pride in how much raw fish we can fit into our stomachs, spending $20.00 and eating $100.00+ worth of sushi. It usually takes us about three hours to get our fill and this was no exception.

John and I talked about the night before. He made out much better than Mike and I, as he wound up in bed with Natalie and one of the other girls that we were partying with. (What a lucky son-of-a-bitch he is.)

After we ate I went home and crashed on the couch for a couple of hours. I woke at about 6:30 and then jumped in the shower. The water felt good, chasing away the rest of my hang-over. I felt good enough at this point that I was considering calling John to see if he wanted to hook up with the same girls as the night before. I had a bad case of the “Hang-over Hornies” and the thought of maybe fucking Natalie was becoming more and more appealing.

Just as I was drying off I heard the doorbell ring. Wrapping a towel around my waist I hurried downstairs to answer.

It was Stephanie.

“Hey Steph, what are you doing here?”

“Just thought I’d come by and see what you were doing tonight.” She said. “I thought you might want some company since Stacey is gone.”

For a split second before she answered I was positive that I saw her eyes travel up and down my body.

I grinned to myself. Ever since I was 16 I’ve been hitting the weight pile about 3 times per week. Lifting weights, combined with playing in men’s hockey and football leagues for the last ten years has put me in pretty good shape for a 33 year old guy.

“Well come in.” I said, “Do you want a drink?”

“Sure, what have you got?”

“Mostly beer, but you don’t drink it do you. Umm, let me see…” I said as I searched the liquor cabinet. “I know, how about a vodka paralyzer?”

Stephanie agreed, and I hoped that I didn’t curdle the milk as I made it because it had been so long. As it turned out she loved the drink and by the time I had returned from getting dressed in the bedroom, she had already downed it and was asking for more.

Steph and I sat outside on the deck, talked and listened to music. She seemed to be a bit out of sorts. I couldn’t help but notice that she was talking way more than she usually does, and that she was drinking two paralyzers to every one beer I had.

We were both hungry so I fired up the bar-b-que and grilled us some steaks.

By the time we had finished supper, Stephanie was pretty smashed. I gave her a glass of water instead of a paralyzer and she sat with her legs draped across my lap on the couch. It surprised me that she would be so bold, even after a few too many drinks, but I didn’t object either. Steph was wearing a skimpy pair of shorts and I could smell her skin. I couldn’t help it – It began to turn me on.

We sat and talked while nursing our drinks. Then, to my horror, I realized that I’d been absentmindedly stroking Steph’s utterly perfect thighs with my fingers. I had no idea how long I’d been tracing light circles up and down her smooth, tanned legs and I abruptly removed my hands. My mind panicked as I tried to think of an excuse as to why I would do such a thing.

“Sorry,” I stammered. “I didn’t realize that…”

“You don’t have to stop, it feels good.” She said, reaching for my hand and once again placing it on her bare thigh.

For the next half hour my hand continued to run slowly up and down her legs, but now it moved mostly up. She gasped when I got within a couple of inches of her crotch. Our conversation had dwindled down to nothing. All we did was gaze into each others eyes. I knew I could kiss her, I told myself that I shouldn’t, but I did anyway.

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