Straight Female / 32
I relocated to the area where my sister, who is two years older than me, and her newly husband lived, to find a better paying job. I was staying at their house supposedly on a temporarily bases but lived with them over a year. I was envious of my sister. Her husband was nice looking. A guy like that wouldn't be interested in a small breasted chubby woman wearing glasses. She has an advantage of being trim and big breasted. Guys would date her because of her tits. The only way I use to have a guy date me if I gave them a head job on the first date.
My brother-in-law, John, loved his beer. I cooked and did house cleaning for them to pay for the added expense I caused them. When John got into his beer, I noticed at times him eyeing me. My sister told me John gets in a nasty mood because she won't have oral sex. She doesn't mind him screwing her tits and cumming on them. but oral sex was out of the question. If I had a husband like John, we would have oral sex whenever he wanted, I thought to myself.
About the third month of living there, I didn't know if John was getting use to me being about or he was trying to seduce me. He would at times, mostly when my sister wasn't around, leave the bathroom door open when he peed or showered. I must say he has a nice looking penis, it hangs like a banana. Then one morning when my sister left for work I was cooking breakfast for John on his day off. He came in the kitchen with his boxer on. He started doing that whenever it was his day off.
One morning before my sister left for work, she warned me that John might be in a nasty mood that day. He didn't get what he wanted the night before. He came into the kitchen with his boxer and went straight to the fridge to get a beer. He didn't want his breakfast. He started bitching and said to me, "When the hell you are going to leave!" I was scared he was going to kick me out. I panic! So I flashed him my breasts. "You ain't got nothing there." he told me. While getting another beer, as he turned around he saw me sliding my finger in and out of my mouth. He dick was hanging out. I motion him to come to me. I went down on him making that soft penis into a stiff dick. "I want to eat your pussy too! he told me. I took off my clothes and hopped onto the table and spread my legs. He knew how to use his tongue. My sister doesn't know what she is missing out on in sexual enjoyment. I poured some of his beer on my itty-bitty tits, down my belly and on my vagina. He eagerly try to lick it off me.
Needless to say he kept in a good personality from that day on. I wanted him. Not as a husband, but as a lover. I wouldn't want to steal him from my sister. I would take a shower with him. Soap each other up, and finish the shower with a head job. I get him going when he sees me in bed inserting a long neck bottle of beer in my kitty. I put chocolate syrup on my itty-bitty breasts for having his mouth on them. I enjoy having him cum all over my rear end.
I moved out over a year later. He would stop over my place and I visit him at their place. I learned my sister does oral on John now. She's scared she might lose him. She thinks he is seeing someone. Little does she know we are competing for the same man.
My brother-in-law, John, loved his beer. I cooked and did house cleaning for them to pay for the added expense I caused them. When John got into his beer, I noticed at times him eyeing me. My sister told me John gets in a nasty mood because she won't have oral sex. She doesn't mind him screwing her tits and cumming on them. but oral sex was out of the question. If I had a husband like John, we would have oral sex whenever he wanted, I thought to myself.
About the third month of living there, I didn't know if John was getting use to me being about or he was trying to seduce me. He would at times, mostly when my sister wasn't around, leave the bathroom door open when he peed or showered. I must say he has a nice looking penis, it hangs like a banana. Then one morning when my sister left for work I was cooking breakfast for John on his day off. He came in the kitchen with his boxer on. He started doing that whenever it was his day off.
One morning before my sister left for work, she warned me that John might be in a nasty mood that day. He didn't get what he wanted the night before. He came into the kitchen with his boxer and went straight to the fridge to get a beer. He didn't want his breakfast. He started bitching and said to me, "When the hell you are going to leave!" I was scared he was going to kick me out. I panic! So I flashed him my breasts. "You ain't got nothing there." he told me. While getting another beer, as he turned around he saw me sliding my finger in and out of my mouth. He dick was hanging out. I motion him to come to me. I went down on him making that soft penis into a stiff dick. "I want to eat your pussy too! he told me. I took off my clothes and hopped onto the table and spread my legs. He knew how to use his tongue. My sister doesn't know what she is missing out on in sexual enjoyment. I poured some of his beer on my itty-bitty tits, down my belly and on my vagina. He eagerly try to lick it off me.
Needless to say he kept in a good personality from that day on. I wanted him. Not as a husband, but as a lover. I wouldn't want to steal him from my sister. I would take a shower with him. Soap each other up, and finish the shower with a head job. I get him going when he sees me in bed inserting a long neck bottle of beer in my kitty. I put chocolate syrup on my itty-bitty breasts for having his mouth on them. I enjoy having him cum all over my rear end.
I moved out over a year later. He would stop over my place and I visit him at their place. I learned my sister does oral on John now. She's scared she might lose him. She thinks he is seeing someone. Little does she know we are competing for the same man.
