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I had seen a few pictures of her though - She was cute: 15 years old, blonde hair, braces. I wasn't sure, at first, why I felt so excited, and I guess initially I had convinced myself that it would just be nice to take a few days off to hit the beach, Disneyland, all the fun stuff you do when someone visits you in Southern California. I couldn't fool myself for long - I was excited because I'd never been lucky enough to have a cute, nubile young girl in my house before. You see, I've always been a bit of a pervert, if you really want to call it that - I don't know any hot blooded man alive who wasn't turned on by sexy teenage girls, and I was going to have one in my house for two weeks! I became obsessed with the possibilities. Sex was out of the question, I knew that already. My sister in law hated me - the whole family did. They think I stole their daughter from them. They think I tricked her somehow, just because I am 8 years older than her. She was 17 when we met and fell in love, but I didn't corrupt her! She wasn't a virgin when I met her - so somebody beat me to it. All the same, her family hated me. Like I was saying, I became obsessed with the possibilities. I had to see her naked, at least. It didn't take long before I had a solution. I found a little iPod dock online that had a built in hidden camera. It was perfect. I ordered it and set it up on the bathroom sink. When my wife asked why I bought it, I just told her I wanted to be able to listen to some music while I showered and shaved in the morning. She didn't give it a second thought. A month later, the day had come. I was totally unprepared for the angel that walked off the plane. She was gorgeous. She was about as tall as my shoulders - 5'2" at most, and skinny - maybe 110 pounds. Tight jeans showed off some killer legs, and although her breasts were pretty small, they seemed perfect for her frame. Her little t-shirt did them justice. "Morgan! I'm so excited! How was your flight?" asked my wife. "Ugh... awful! I was stuck between to stinky old guys. They kept breathing on my hair!" The two of them chatted and giggled as we made our way to the car and began the drive home. "How's your summer so far?" I asked during a pause in conversation. "It was great until last week!" she said, rolling her eyes. "What happened last week?" "Dad found out I have a boyfriend and went nuts. I've been grounded since then. I couldn't even leave the house..." "You didn't tell me you had a boyfriend!" interjected Brittany, my wife. "I didn't want you to tell on me..." "I wouldn't! So, what's he like?" ... I tuned them out. I wasn't interested, I told myself, though I couldn't help but feel a little jealous, wondering how far the little twerp had gotten with her. We arrived home an hour later. I picked up Morgan's luggage and carried them into the apartment. "Jesus, Morgan, are you moving in for good?" "Oh my god, I had to leave so much behind! They said I could only bring two bags..." Women, I thought, as I shook my head. I probably could have fit every piece of clothing I had into just one of these bags. We barely made it in the door before Morgan exclaimed "I'm tired! Where am I sleeping?" It had already been decided that I would sleep on the couch, and the sisters would share our bedroom. Brittany led her sister back to the bedroom as I headed for the kitchen. I had just popped open a beer when Brittany stuck her head in. "She fell asleep the second she hit the pillow. Ah, to be young!" she joked. "I think I'll turn in too. Goodnight!" "Hey!" I shouted after her, and she stopped and turned. "I love you!" I said, and kissed her. I sank into the couch, a little disappointed that Morgan had gone straight to bed, and feeling more than a little guilty about what I was feeling. I really did love my wife. I had to work the next day, so I was out of the house before the girls so much as stirred. My day crawled by. Finally, it was 5pm and I headed home. As soon as I opened the door my wife called "Honey, let's go out for dinner!" So, we all piled into the car and I took them to my favorite Mexican place. As we ate, and the girls talked, I noticed something - When Morgan leaned a certain way, I could see through the buttons of her shirt. At first, I just caught a few glimpses of her bra. Nothing special, just your average bra with small striped cups - white and navy. I didn't care if it was nothing special. I was fixated on that tiny sliver of space between the buttons of her shirt. I did my best to join in on the conversation while continuing to stare, without being too obvious. "Brittany, I want to try yours" Morgan said as she leaned forward to take some food off my wife's plate. The tiny gap between those buttons grew just a little bit, and her bra fell forward slightly. That image is one I well savor forever. I love nudity as much as the next guy, but I also appreciate how sexy near-nudity can be. Sometimes not seeing it all is more arousing than getting it all. This was one of those cases. As her bra cup fell forward off her chest (It's probably hard finding the perfect fit in a bra when you have very small breasts), I was able to see the top and side of her breast. No hint of nipple, but the skin was light and smooth, and looked delightfully soft, yet firm. It lasted for a mere second, and you could certainly get a better view looking at bikini clad girls at the beach. Context is king, however, and that mere second was one of the most arousing moments in my life. My imagination went wild, and my cock stiffened uncomfortably in my pants. That was the only peek I got, as Morgan had quickly finished her food and leaned back in her chair, which closed the little gap in her shirt, leaving my head spinning with the memory. The rest of the evening was uneventful. Once we reached home, the girls sat down to watch some TV. I watched Morgan out of the corner of my eye, admiring her perfect complexion, long golden hair, and crystal blue eyes. She was under a blanket, so I couldn't admire her form, but I replayed that moment at dinner over and over in my mind. Finally, the girls tired of TV and decided to go to bed. "Goodnight" said Morgan as she left the room. Brittany stayed a moment to give my a hug. "I love you" I told her, as I kissed her lips. "Sweet dreams." I listened anxiously as they brushed their teeth and then disappeared into the bedroom. I waited a few long minutes, and then went into the bathroom. As I brushed my own teeth, I picked up the iPod dock, and popped open the panel in the back to retrieve the memory card. I quickly went back to the living room, downloaded the card onto my laptop, and replaced it in the dock. I settled onto the sofa with my laptop. My heart was pounding in my chest as I opened the folder and took a look at the thumbnails. I quickly deleted the first few videos as the thumbnails showed either my wife or myself. Finally, I spotted Morgan in one of the images. I held my breath as I opened the video. The video started with the light flicking on, and Morgan stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. She was wearing a t-shirt and flannel pajama pants - The video must have been from this morning. Morgan looked at herself in the mirror for a moment, and fussed with her beautiful blonde hair. Then, she lifted her arms above her head and stretched her body. Her shirt rose up, and flashed a few inches of her flat belly. My cock was already stiff in my shorts from the anticipation of what I was about to witness. I slipped my shorts off and freed my painfully rigid member. Cock in hand, I continued watching the video on my screen. Morgan finished her stretch, and walked over to the tub and turned on the shower. She stood in front of the mirror again, and reached down to grasp the bottom of her shirt, and began to pull it up her body. It happened fairly quickly, but in my eyes everything was moving in slow motion. Inch by glorious inch, Morgan's body was exposed to me. Her stoma ch was flat and only very slightly tanned. The shirt rose higher, and her breasts came into view. Morgan had small breasts. They were perky and round, as only a teenager's can be. She had tiny little pink nipples. Her breasts gave a tiny bounce as the t-shirt was raised off her head and tossed aside. My hand pumped furiously on my cock as I stared at my 15 year old sister-in-law's perfect little tits. I had never been a voyeur before, and I found the thrill of it all exceptionally exhilarating. I was breaking so many taboos. Morgan was my wife's sister. I had taken this video without her knowledge. She was only 15 years old. It was too much for me. I had to force myself to slow the pace of my jacking off, or I wouldn't have lasted another second. In the video, Morgan was already reaching for her pants. The pants slid off her sexy hips and her mound appeared. She had a small patch of golden brown hair. I could just barely see the outline of her pussy lips as she stood there, completely naked. My eyes hungrily drank in every inch of her body, and my hand became a blur as it moved wildly up and down my impossibly hard dick. I came. That incredible feeling of orgasm drowned me, and seemed to last forever as spurt after spurt erupted from my balls. The force of my ejaculation was incredible. Semen shot into the air and completely covered my hand as I slowed and then stopped masturbating. I couldn't believe how incredible that had felt. I couldn't think of any time in my life that masturbation had felt so good. As I recovered from my earth shattering orgasm, I glanced back at the computer screen. It showed Morgan in the shower, with just a blurry silhouette visible through the frosted glass shower door. I briefly regretted not picking a clear glass door. I continued watching Morgan shower, admiring the outline of her form. Before I knew it, my cock started to stiffen again in my sticky hand. I watched for several more minutes, unmoving, until the shower door opened and Morgan stepped out. I began slowly stroking myself once again as I watched her dry herself. Her body was perfect. I couldn't tear my eyes away. I started to pump harder as she turned to hang up her towel. That ass! It was round and magnificent. There was no sign of sagging. This was a girl in her absolute prime. She was flawless. I was already close to cumming again. After a few moments spent admiring her reflection, Morgan began to get dressed. She started with her bra, a pink and white one. I felt a pang of disappointment as the bra cups covered those tiny pink nipples. I watched as she picked up her panties and began to put them on. That was it! She lifted up one leg to fit it into her panties. This motion brought her puffy pussy lips into view for the first time, and, a split second later, the act of lifting her legs caused those little lips to separate momentarily, giving me a brief flash of pink. I came again. Several spurts of cum joined the load that already covered my hand and had dripped onto my balls and stomach. I watched the final minute of the video as Morgan finished dressing and left the room, shutting off the light as she went. I exhaled for what seemed to be the first time since I clicked on that video. 'What a mess,' I thought as I looked at my hand and lower body, completely covered in two massive loads of sperm. In a daze, I cleaned myself up, shut off my laptop, and settled down to sleep. The next day was similar to the last. I worked, distractedly, unable to stop thinking of Morgan. I headed home, ate dinner, and we all sat down to watch TV. After awhile, the girls headed to bed, and I pulled out my laptop. I came three times that night watching my teenage sister-in-law undress, shower, and redress. This scene repeated itself daily for the remainder of Morgan's time with us. While I was at work, the girls went out to play. I sat at my desk, imagining Morgan walking around town in short shorts, or strolling the beach in her bikini (I never did get a glimpse of her wearing it). As the nights went by, I became more and more perverse. After jacking off to the video of Morgan naked, I started rubbing her toothbrush through my cum. A few times, I came home before the girls returned. I didn't waste those opportunities. I'd pull up the video from the day before, and dig through her luggage until I found the panties she had worn. Watching her naked body, I'd take deep breaths, holding her panties over my nose. This would cause incredible orgasms, providing huge loads of cum, which I would then rub into her toothbrush. I even started rubbing cum into her clean panties. I loved the idea of little Morgan wearing my cum against her body all day. It was nearly the end of Morgan's visit when I finally broke. Two days before she was due to return home, we went to Disneyland. Contrary to popular belief, Disneyland is fun for adults too. As long as you've still got a bit of childish wonder inside, the magic never dies. But, I may never be able to think of Disneyland again without remembering what happened that day. It started off innocently enough. We made our war around the park, enjoying all the rides and shows. It was in the line for Peter Pan that I noticed it. I had chanced quite a few glances at Morgan's ass, which was displayed quite deliciously inside a pair of tight fitting jeans. Standing in life for Peter Pan, it was a bit scrunched, and my height enabled me to catch sight of something that made my heart beat hard and fast. Morgan was wearing a white button down blouse with a lacy pink tank underneath. Unlike her jeans, her top was not tight fitting. Standing right next to her, I was able to see down her shirt. For the first time since the first night out to dinner, I was able to catch a glimpse of her bra covered breasts. Today, she was wearing a light blue bra which was fringed with white lace. As the line moved on, I casually positioned myself to have a good view of her breast, while trying to pretend to participate in the conversation. Not far from the front of the line, Morgan turned slightly to look at some theming, and the cup of her bra shifted. The shadows had made it difficult to see clearly, but that didn't stop me. Suddenly, I thought I noticed something... Was that? It was! In the shadows of the gap between her bra and her breast, I saw a puffy shape. Morgan's nipple! The line moved, I had to catch myself before I groaned my disappo9intment. Morgan took a few steps forward and leaned against a railing. A light on the wall now clearly illuminated her face. Could I be so lucky? I took a few steps as well. Pretending to point something out to my wife, I leaned on the rail next to Morgan. The heavens smiled upon me then. The light shone brightly, and her posture allowed me an unobstructed view down her shirt. Her nipple was visible, a tiny little eraser sized thing perched on the end of her breast, surrounded by a puffy quarter sized aureola. I couldn't believe my eyes. I burned that view into my memory. To this day, I can still bring up that memory, almost as clear as that day in Disneyland. Unfortunately, that was the last glimpse of her nipple, despite many attempts. It didn't matter though. I had already lost my mind. I had to have her. It didn't take long before my sick mind had developed a plan. She was leaving the day after tomorrow, so I knew it had to be tonight. By the time we reached home, it was already 10pm. It had been about four hours since dinner, and my whole plan relied on them being hungry again. Just as we were getting settled in, the girls already in their pajamas, I announced, "I think I want a smoothie. Do either of you want one?" I held my breath for a second until they both said yes. Perfect. I made my way to the kitchen. I should mention now that I suffer from bipolar disorder. It is a serious mental disorder, but I am kept (almost) under control by my meds. One of those meds is Seroquel. One of Seroquel's side effects is heavy sedation. The first time I took it, even a small dose knocked me out for nearly twelve hours. Now, two years later, I had built up a resistance to the sedating effect. A couple pulls in the blender, and I hoped I had what I needed. I distributed the smoothie into three glasses and took them into the living room. It seemed to work. Not even halfway into the show we were watching, Morgan yawned loudly. "I'm so tired! I'm going to head to bed..." "It's been a long day," I replied. "We should probably all hit the hay." I waited, and waited. I hoped that once asleep, both my wife and her sister would be out cold. The thing about Seroquel is the sleepiness comes on quickly, but feels natural. You don't feel "drugged." I have read somewhere that some doctors even prescribe very small dosages as a sleep aid. I had laced the smoothies with a pretty high dosage, so I felt pretty confident. After about an hour, I figured it was now or never. Quietly, I crept into the bedroom and approached the bed. I keeled down, reaching out to softly shake my wife's shoulder. "Brittany." I shoot harder. "Baby, wake up." No response. I moved my hand down her arm and gave the skin of her forearm a pinch. Still nothing. I pinched again, hard enough to leave a mark. It seemed like it had worked. I moved to the other side of the bed and repeated the test on Morgan. She was out too. This was it. I walked to the door, flicked on the light, and returned to Morgan's side. Kneeling down close, I looked at her. She really was beautiful. Her light golden hair fanned across her pillow, creating a sort of halo around her head. Her face was calm. Her skin was smooth, her complexion fair and flawless. I wished I could see her eyes. Finally, my gaze fell upon her lips. They looked soft and had a little bit of a pout. I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were indeed soft, and warm. She did not reciprocated, of course, but the kiss still felt good. Looking down at her, I began to feel guilty for what I was planning, but the memories of her nipples caused me to suppress the guilt. I couldn't control myself. I lifted the blankets off of Morgan, folding them on top of my wife. Morgan was wearing only a t-shirt with a pair of yellow panties peaking out from below the hem. Her thighs were milky white and firm. They had not a hint of fat on them, but were also not too muscular. She was toned. I reached down and pulled up her shirt. Her stomach was flat and sexy, just as I remembered from my videos. Her hips were flared, showing all the signs of womanhood. The shirt cleared her chest, revealing her beautiful little breasts. They were so firm. Even with her lying on her back, they did not sit flat. They rose ever so slightly, defying gravity, and formed too small hills, slightly conical, topped with tiny pink areolas, themselves topped with the little nipples which had driven me to the point of madness. Looking down at those breasts, I was overcome with excitement. This was it. The point of no return. My heart beat wildly as I dove in, taking her nipple in my mouth. I sucked her breasts, flicking my tongue over her nipple. To my delight, it began to harden. I leaned back to admire it. The tiny pink nubbin stood proudly atop that little mountain. I decided to strip her completely. I helped her arms out of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Standing, I took in her form, clad only in a pair of yellow panties, which I now saw were covered in little white polka dots. Deciding that I wanted to cherish this moment forever, I quickly scrambled to retrieve my camera. I snapped a few pictures before continuing to disrobe her. Her panties were soft cotton. They slid easily off her hips and down her thighs. I stared at her mound, covered in a sparse carpet of golden brown hair. My eyes remained fixed as I pulled her panties off completely. There she was, in all her glory. Morgan, the 15 year old sister of my wife. This was the body that had driven me mad for the last two weeks. Now, she belonged to me. I snapped a few more pictures and climbed onto the bed at her feet. I ran my hands up her legs, stroking her thighs, tracing her hips, and finally brought them to rest on her stomach. Moving my head in, I took in her aroma. Her scent was strong, but not bad. She had just a bit of musk, but she smelled clean and sweet. I admired her as I took in her smell. The gentle slope of her mound, the big puffy outer lips of her pussy. She was perfect and arousing in every way. I kissed the inside of her thigh first, and dove in to taste her pussy. She was sweet. My tongue traced her puffy outer labia before slipping between her lips, allowing me to taste the pink within. It was so good. Like the fountain of youth, I drank in her juices. Her pussy, like her nipples, responded to my actions. I ran my tongue over her little button, her clit. It seemed like her breathing had become deeper. I looked up and saw a bit of flush to the skin of her breasts and face. It was better than I expected. I didn't think her body would react at all. I went in again, tasting her juices. I ran my tongue down the length of her pussy, teasing the edge of her tunnel. I stuck my tongue inside her, stretching it as long as I could. Her pussy was tight. The walls convulsed, squeezing my tongue as I forced it in and out of her. That was too much for me. I had to have her. All the tension I had felt since she arrived was boiling up inside of me. My cock was painfully erect. It was begging to be released from my shorts, and screaming for a taste of Morgan's sweet little cunt. I obliged it. I slid up her body, kissing as I went. Although she was completely unaware of what was happening, I still teased and caressed her body just as I would any other lover. I didn't want to merely rape her, I decided. Contrary to what you may think of me, I don't get off on rape. She had driven me crazy, yes. She had driven me completely out of control. But, I regretted that I had had to drug her. Regretted the means, but not the ends. So, I didn't merely take her. With or without her consent, I made love to little Morgan. I had slid up her body, mounting her. I kissed her lips again, before I reached between our bodies and took hold of my cock. I rubbed the head up and down her slit a few times. She was moist, but not wet. It was enough, though. I put a little pressure on my rod, causing the head to slip down her lips and nestle against the opening of her tunnel. Slowly, I began to push. Morgan's little cunt was tight, and hot, though it wasn't difficult to slide in. I supposed she wasn't a virgin. That made me feel a little better. I didn't like the idea of stealing a girl's virginity while she was passed out. Virgin or not, though, she was tight. I pushed my dick up inside her pussy until my pubic hair touched hers, and I knew I was all the way in. The feeling was incredible. The excitement was mind blowing. I stayed that way for awhile, buried to the hilt, and couldn't help but once again reflect on what I was doing. My cock was stuck up inside my wife's little sister, filling her fifteen year old cunt. The walls of her passage were slick, and tight, and hot. My dick was completely encased in her velvety pussy. My dick twitched in excitement, and I could have sworn her hot little vise tightened in response. I leaned forward, buried my head in her glorious hair, and started fucking her. My dick slid in and out of my little sister-in-law. I put all my weight behind each thrust, savoring the feeling. I never would have in my wildest dreams imagined that this would happen. But it was happening. I was fucking Morgan, thrusting in and out of her pussy. The mattress bounced as I rode her. I could feel my wife's weight on the other side of the bed. I slowed a bit, feeling guilty again. It didn't last for long, as Morgan's cunt tightened around my cock once more, and I began to once again thrust in earnest. It seemed like I rode that little angel for hours before I started to become aware of my impeding orgasm. I sped up, fucking in and out. My balls started to tingle, and I gave a final mighty thrust. My dick lurched wildly inside her, and I knew I was shooting an obscene amount of sperm into her pussy, and into her womb. I stayed in her for awhile as my dick began to shrink. Finally, I pulled out and stood. Cum was dribbling out of Morgan's freshly ravaged cunt. The lips were spread open from the act. I took a lot of pictures. Finally, I cleaned her up, dressed her, and fixed the bed. The girls woke up the next day groggy and tired. It was already afternoon. "You guys must have been completely beat from yesterday," I said, as I passed them each a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast. We spent that last day at home, the girls watching movies, and I read a book in the other room. I found that I didn't want to look at either of them. Morgan left the next day. She went home. I was left with my guilt and my pictures. Eventually I got over the guilt, and I still occasionally pull out the pictures to bring back the memories while I'm masturbating. A few months later, my wife's mom called, crying. She told my wife that Morgan had been seeing a guy from school, some senior. He had gotten her pregnant. Morgan wanted an abortion, but her mother would have none of that. Morgan had the baby, and, as soon as she turned 18 she married her boyfriend. I went to the wedding and met her husband. He was a nice guy, and I felt a little sorry for him. I also met their son. He was a cute little devil, with his moms nose and golden hair. Luckily, so far, nobody but me noticed his eyes. He has my eyes.