I drank a bit more than I normally would simply because I tried to keep my mind off of my sister-in-law. Of course, the alcohol only fueled my desires. I found myself trying to get close and talk to Kira while also trying to avoid her because I wasn’t sure if I could trust myself around her. I know Nick caught me leering at her cleavage once or twice. I could deal with that. He knew she was sexy and he had to understand that men would look at her. Unfortunately, Linda caught me leering once, too. She gave me a shame-on-you look but I didn’t get in any more trouble. I figured I should quench my desire, so I slipped into the bathroom. I stroked myself thinking about Kira and how she’d look slipping out of her blouse at the end of the night. I pulled out my Palm Pilot and called up my favorite picture, the one where she was trying to be modest but instead was sexy as hell. I shot my load within just a few strokes. I came so hard that the force of my cum made a splashing sound in the toilet. After I cleaned up I was able to rejoin the party and pay less attention to Kira. About an hour later, Linda found me and asked if I was ready to go. I figured it was a good idea so we found Kira to say our goodbyes.
Just before we were about to leave, Kira asked Linda for the phone number of our realtor since she was in the market for a condo. “John has it, he’ll give it to you,” she said.
I pulled out my Palm Pilot and told her it was listed under R for realtor. She took it from me and went to the kitchen to write down the number. When she got back, she had a very strange look on her face. When she hugged me to say goodbye she whispered to me, “glad you enjoyed them.” I figured she meant her friends at the party we hadn’t met before, but when she gave me the Palm Pilot back, I saw her picture on the screen. I fumbled to turn it off before anyone else saw. Kira just gave me a wicked smile and kissed Linda goodnight. She gave me a quick peck on my fully blushed cheek and I swear I felt her tongue for a split second.
The ride home was icy. Linda was pissed off at me and kind of drunk—a potentially lethal combination. I just wasn’t sure what she knew or how much trouble I was in. She sat in the passenger’s seat, stony faced and arms crossed. Eventually she said, “It was pretty obvious what you did tonight, you know.”
I cleared my throat and tried to see just what it was I did that was pretty obvious. “I’m sorry, hon, I just….”
“You just embarrassed yourself tonight is what you just did. I can’t believe how you were ogling Kira’s chest.”
But did she mean how I was ogling it in picture form? I tried to play it cool. “I wasn’t that bad.”
“Weren’t that bad? Everytime I turned around you were staring at her cleavage.”
So it was just what had happened at the party that got me in trouble.
“And then,” she continued, “you had to blush like a schoolboy when she hugged you goodnight.”
So she saw that. “Linda, it…I mean…well your sister has a knack for getting people to look at her. I don’t know how anyone COULDN’T have looked at her cleavage the way she had it on display with that blouse.”