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 Lois looked out the window.  The snow continued to fall lightly as morning
changed to afternoon.  An inch or so of wet snow covered the lawns and
bushes on the street.  The roads and sidewalks were clear and wet; black
paths through the whiteness.  Lois sighed and began to rummage through her
messy bedroom for the third time, trying to find her new boots.

   She had called in sick today, depression having temporarily gotten the
better of her.  She had gone to bed early the night before, cuddled in
heavy blankets against the cold, raw early December air that somehow found
its way into her apartment despite the fact that she had turned her
thermostat up over 80 degrees.  She lived in the bottom unit of a
three-family triple-decker.  Her sister and brother-in-law owned the
building and occupied the top floor with their three kids.  Ted and Jenny
did alright, but keeping this old house heated and properly maintained
really stretched their resources.  Ted worked for the city and Jenny was a
mostly work-at-home mom who did bookkeeping while her kids were in school
and then played housewife/mother when school let out.  They were more
interested in reliable tenants than they were in well-to-do, though
unpredictable tenants, so they kept the rents low.  Thus, the house was
always a bit run-down.

   Lois had awoken this morning, horny and damp from a dream.  Despite the
cold air in her apartment, she was already sweating as she moved her
fingertips under her sweatshirt and over her nipples, which immediately
puckered as they hardened.  Her other hand caressed her belly for a moment
and then slid downward, under her thermal underwear and into her panties,
through her patch of moist pubic hair and down to where she could cup her
mound.  Her own touch made her sigh explosively.

   A tingling, nearly burning sensation emanated radially from her lower
stomach downward to her wet cunt when she began to rub herself with a slow,
practiced, circular motion.  The palm of her hand lightly grazed against
her clit as it emerged from its folds while her fingers began to lightly
caress her labia.  She gradually increased the intensity and speed of her
stroking and then abruptly backed off for a moment, feeling her hips relax
before quickly speeding up again.  She did this familiar dance with herself
several times, the sensation ramping itself up in intensity, her horniness
increasing more and more with each cycle.  Finally, she began to feel her
wetness begin to seep from her cunt lips.

   At this, she crooked her middle finger and inserted it fully into the
wet opening.  She felt her wetness run onto her fingers and puddle in the
hollow between her knuckles.  When her clit began to ache, hungry for her
own touch, she brought the palm of her hand down slowly, gradually, firmly,
pressing on her clit.  More fingers went into her now-very juicy cunt; some
going out and some going back in in a seemingly random dance as she brought
more and more pressure to bear on her clit.  Her middle finger stroked the
ridged roof of her cunt in a beckoning motion.  Her wrist, bent severely to
accomodate the motion, ached slightly.  Her breathing became ragged and she
craned her neck back into her pillow, her mouth open and eyes closed
tightly, as the first moan escaped her throat.  She raised her hips and dug
her heels into the mattress as she gyrated her pelvis just so.  Lois gasped
as the electric hum of sensation in her loins amped up to a strong flow of
power, running downward.  At just the right moment, when she knew her body
was ready, she slid her slippery fingers from her cunt and found her clit
with her index and middle finger.  Grabbing an erect nipple with the
fingertips of her other hand, firmly squeezed and pulled as her lower hand
began to briskly frig her clit.  It didn't take long at all.  It never did.


   Her body shuddered, temporarily beyond her control, and she let go as a
long, quaking orgasm overtook her.  It always reminded her of body surfing
at the ocean when she was a little girl.  If you caught the wave just right
and released your body to it, the water would grab you and propel your body
forward.  She had always loved that delicious feeling of abandon and
reward.

   Minutes later, still panting but now weeping, she lifted her head from
the blankets and saw the snow falling outside.  It wasn't much, but it was
the first snow of the season.  She lay back, thinking about the orgasm she
had just had.  She had started out fantasizing about the guy over in the
next office again, the one with the big shoulders, big hands and soulful
eyes.  Her fantasy began with those big, strong, beautiful hands on her and
quickly segued to him fucking her on the table in the conference room. 
Sadly, in the end, at the crest of the orgasm, it wasn't the office guy who
was fucking her at all.  It was Jack.

   Fucking Jack.  Fucking fucking Jack.

   Jack had dumped her two weeks before.  They had been together for six
months.  She was far from over it.  She believed that she loved him and
that they were a good match.  She was 35 years old and ready to settle down
with a man.  Finding men was no problem for Lois.  She was tall and fit,
with shoulder-length blond hair and a lovely body.  Her problem had always
been finding GOOD men.  Jack was THE good man, she thought.  And then,
without any warning, he had simply ended the relationship, using phrases
like "going nowhere" and "not what each of us needs."

   Fucking Jack.

   Lois rolled over onto her stomach and cried pitifully.  She had tried to
be brave - stoic - up to this point.  She had made it a point to get up
each day, dress attractively and get out of her apartment to go to work. 
It was getting more and more difficult as the weeks passed.

   When she finally got out of bed to go pee, she stopped and looked at the
snow.  The thought of wet, slippery roads and her snow-covered car quickly
dispelled any thought of going to work today.  She just wasn't up to it.

   Instead, she had left a voice mail message for her boss saying that her
car wouldn't start and she couldn't make it in.  After, she listened to her
niece and nephews running around upstairs getting ready for school.  She
heard them arguing amongst themselves on the stair landing outside her door
as they came down to head for the bus stop, Jenny yelling after them from
upstairs.  She went to the window and watched them head off down the
sidewalk together in the gentle snow.

   Then she had gone back to bed with a box of tissues to cry and finally
rock herself back to sleep.

   She awoke again around 11:30 and got up and ate some breakfast, watching
the snow fall outside.  She noted that the snow was changing, the flakes
getting bigger and heavier.  Soon it would change over to rain, perhaps
melting the inch or so of snow that had accumulated.  The thought made her
sad.  She decided to go out and walk a bit to mark the season's first snow
and because it seemed a fitting thing for her to do given her state of
mind.

   She pulled on a sweater and jeans, warm woolen socks and found a hat and
gloves.  However, she was unable to find her boots.

   She sat down on the couch, annoyed.  She tried to remember where the
boots might be.  She went onto the landing to look, knowing full well that
they wouldn't be there.  There had been no snow before today so she had not
had occasion to wear them.  As she stood on the landing, she remembered her
young niece yelling at her brothers as they banged down the stairs.  Then
she remembered: her niece had taken them to play dress-up just the week
before.  They were probably still upstairs in her room.

   She went up the stairs and paused outside the door.  It was silent
inside.  Normally, if Jenny was working from home, the radio would be on.

   "Great," she thought, "there's no one home.  I guess I'll just have to
wear sneakers out in this slop." Then she remembered that Ted and Jenny
sometimes left a spare key under the mat.  She turned and lifted the mat
and there, amidst a swirl of dirt and brown pine needles, lay the spare
key. As she bent to pick it up, she thought she heard a man's voice from
inside the apartment.  She stopped to listen.  Hearing nothing, she thought
she should knock before going in - just in case.  Lois knew she was always
welcome in her sister's place, but she knew Jenny might be annoyed if she
simply burst in.  Lois knocked once, lightly and hesitantly, and then shook
her head and unlocked the door.  "There's no one here," she thought.  The
voice she heard could just as easily have come from the street.  If Jenny
were home, the lights would be on and the radio blaring.  "How can she work
with all that noise?" Lois often wondered.

   Lois unlocked the door and opened it a bit.  Standing still, she
listened for a moment.  There was no sound and all the lights were out. 
She was relieved that Jenny was out as she didn't feel like talking about
WHY she had stayed home today.

   It felt strange to be in Jenny's apartment when it was quiet and still
like this.  She was so used to seeing it busy with her young niece and
nephews, loud with their laughter and screaming and music from the radio.
She padded through the silent apartment in her stocking feet.  The falling
snow seemed to absorb all sound.  There was such a feeling of silence and
awe considering the chaos that was the norm for this household.  She headed
down the hallway to her niece's bedroom to find the boots.  The bedroom was
actually a dining room, with a built-in hutch and elaborate ceiling light
fixture.  Jenny and Ted had decided to use it as the girl's bedroom and had
moved their small dining room table to the kitchen.  It was cramped in the
kitchen, but at least their daughter had her own room now.  Lois was sure
she'd find her boots in the room.  Her niece often borrowed Lois' clothing
and accessories and tried them on in the solitude of her room.  This
wouldn't be the first time Lois had gone into her room to retrieve her
possessions.

   In her niece's room, she began to rummage around.  There was a small
pile of clothing that her niece has "borrowed" from Lois earlier next to
the pocket doors that were always closed, serving as a wall between her
niece's bedroom and the living room.  She bent down and, reaching into a
pile of clothing, felt the boots.  She chuckled and had just grabbed for
them when she heard a sound.  She froze, listening intently; apparently she
WASN'T alone in the apartment.  She heard murmuring from the rear of the
apartment, near the door she had just come in through.  She thought it
strange that Jenny would lock the door if she were home.

   There were footsteps coming down the hallway.  The door to her niece's
bedroom was open to the hallway and she heard her sister Jenny's voice say
".....here."

   Lois stood up and faced the door, the boots held in her left hand.  She
expected that Jenny would notice her and then she could explain how she had
let herself in.

   Instead, Jenny walked right on past the bedroom door, not even noticing
Lois.  She was followed closely by someone else.  Lois was unable to see
who it was in the dark hallway.  The two of them stopped in the hallway
just outside of the living room next door.

   There was the sound of a kiss and the rustling of fabric.  Then, Lois
heard a man's voice clearly say "I want you NOW."

   She heard the unmistakable sound of wet lips smacking.  Jenny moaned and
sighed.  Lois heard whispered entreaties, too soft and low to make out.

   Lois looked up at the gap between the pocket doors.  Two figures moved
into the living room, stumbling, locked in embrace.  Lois's jaw dropped and
her eyes grew wide.  It was Jenny and Lois's brother-in-law, Mark.  Her
mind raced.  "Jenny and Mark?" Lois knew them to be good friends.  Mark
often came over to see Jenny and drink coffee.  Mark was a nice enough guy,
though his reputation among her sisters was that of a very horny and
suggestive man.  Still, he never did more than occasionally leer at them
and he WAS good to her sister (his wife) Marie.

   But this was entirely different.  Mark and Jenny stood in the middle of
the living room, kissing, with Jenny's arms around his neck while his hands
undid her jeans.  After the jeans were unbottoned, Mark slid his hands
around Jenny's waist and down under the seat of her jeans and over her ass.
Mark, at six-feet-three inches tall, towered over the the shorter Jenny at
five-foot-six.  His arms were stock-straight down her back as his hands
were buried wrist-deep in the her jeans.  Jenny murmured and lightly moaned
through the kiss as Mark's hands cupped her ass inside her loosened jeans.
Jenny then stepped back, loudly breaking the kiss, reached up and began to
unbutton Mark's shirt.

   Jenny was built very differently from Lois; in fact, they hardly
resembled one another at all.  Where Lois was tall and lean, Jenny was
shorter and more squat.  They were both athletes in their youth; Lois a
basketball player and runner, Jenny played softball and ice hockey.  After
giving birth to three children and turning 40, Jenny had grown softer and a
bit more ample through the waist and butt.

   Lois watched in shock as Jenny removed Mark's shirt and just as quickly,
he pulled her top over her head and slowly knelt, kissing her shoulders and
chest, lingering between her breasts on the way to her tummy.  Jenny smiled
and tossed the top and his shirt onto a chair and reached behind her back
to unsnap her bra as Mark coaxed her jeans over her hips and slid them down
to the floor, leaving her clad only in a pair of purple panties and white
socks.

   Lois stood frozen there, looking through the crack between the doors. 
Her view was unobstructed.  They stood in the room's center, perhaps ten
feet away from her.  Since the room she was in was darker than the living
room where Mark and Jenny were, it was unlikely they'd see her.

   "I can't fucking BELIEVE this," thought Lois.  She didn't know what to
do.  If she said anything NOW, they'd have to know she had seen everything
so far.  They were, after all, in a highly-compromised position.  Still,
she'd be put in an EXTREMELY awkward position herself.  What should she do?
Should she wait it out and pretend it never happened?  Should she tell Ted
or Marie?  Such a revelation would likely rock both marriages, both
families...and they both had kids to boot.  She simply didn't know what to
do.  So, despite herself, she remained silent and still, watching.

   "Up," said Jenny in a low voice.  Mark complied, running his hands once
over her ass and the back of her thighs as he broke a kiss at the bottom of
her rib cage.  As he stood up, Jenny moved in closer, bringing her arms
around his waist while he gently held her face and kissed the top of her
head.  Jenny then unbuttoned his pants and dropped them to the floor.

   "I have a little early Christmas present for you," chuckled Jenny. 
"Hmmmmm....why don't you stand over there." Jenny led Mark to a far corner
of the room

   Mark turned and, smiling impishly, faced the center of the room.  Then
he kicked off his pants and was left in HIS socks and underwear.  Lois'
face turned red as she realized that she was soon going to see her
brother-in-law naked.

   Mark was a good-looking man.  He was tall and dark and reasonably fit.
He had a nice chest and strong shoulders.

   "Turn and face the tree," giggled Jenny.  "Remember....this is a
Christmas present."

   "Okay.....Mrs.  Claus," laughed Mark.  "Where's the mistletoe?"

   Jenny walked over to Mark and dropped to her knees.  "Here's your
mistletoe," she said as she ran her hand over the bulge in his shorts,
kissing his cock through the fabric.  A bright smile appeared on Mark's
face as Jenny pulled down his shorts and his cock sprung free.  Lois caught
the briefest of glimpses of it.  It was about average size, to her
experience, with a slightly-larger-than average head.

   Lois involuntarily looked away.  "My GOD!" she thought, her sister was
about to go down on her brother-in-law.  What would Ted think of this? 
What about Marie?  "These guys are crazy," Lois thought.  "This is just
plain wrong....and they've obviously done this before."

   Lois wracked her brain trying to come up with a way she could escape the
apartment unnoticed.  There was simply no way.  She was close enough to
them that they'd hear her if she moved too much.  She was trapped.  She
stared at the threshold of the door to the room she was in, vowing not to
look through the opening between the pocket doors again.  "I WON'T watch
this!" she reassured herself.  "It's wrong and I don't condone it, but
there's nothing I can do to stop it short of bursting in on them and I am
NOT going to do that.  I'll somehow come up with a means...a strategy...a
tactful way of letting Jenny know that this is NOT wise....but I'll do it
later.  For now, I'll just have to hide out here until I can sneak away."

   Then....Jenny heard a smacking noise followed by a low, slow moan from
Mark.  Despite her best intentions, Lois brought her head around so that
her left eye was gazing through the crack between the doors.

   What she saw made her gasp.  Mark stood where she had last seen him, his
legs slightly spread and his undershorts around his left ankle.  He was
nude from the ankles up.  His head was rolled back and his eyes shut. 
Jenny knelt in front of him, her back turned to Lois, naked except for her
panties.  Her head with its short, brown hair moved back and forth in front
of Mark's crotch.  While Lois couldn't see any penetration, it was obvious
that Mark's cock was in her mouth and that he was enjoying the experience
immensely.  Lois could hear the wet sounds of cocksucking.  Jenny moved
slowly and steadily on Mark's cock.  Lois had always thought her sister a
bit of a prude, so the sight of Jenny expertly servicing Mark was even more
of a shock.  She seemed to be pretty good at it.  Lois considered herself
pretty good at giving head; she had been instructed by her friend
Mary-Margaret in high school and then by her father's best friend, Bill,
while interning with his company when she was 18 (that's another story for
another time).  She wondered where Jenny had acquired HER expertise.

   Jenny fucked Mark's cock with her mouth steadily for a few minutes, then
released it with a loud smacking sound.  Then, although Lois couldn't
exactly see everything, it was obvious that Jenny was licking his shaft and
sucking on his balls.

   Lois looked away again and spent several long minutes hearing Mark's
moans and words of encouragement ("Ohhh....that's right, Baby.....") and
the smacking and popping of Jenny's mouth on his cock and balls.  As Lois'
eyes bored a hole in the hallway wall, Jenny continued to suck Mark's cock.

   And although Lois would never admit it - in fact she'd even deny it to
herself - she was getting wet and excited.

   Finally, she was relieved to hear Mark whisper "Alright, Baby.....let
me."

   Lois continued to look away as she heard some shuffling and moving
around.  "Yeah...lay...yeah...there..." said Mark.  Lois heard a squeak as
Jenny reclined on the couch, then she heard Mark take a deep, long breath
and murmur "Oh....it's so beautiful."

   She bit her lip, sure that Mark and Jenny were about to fuck.  She stole
a glance through the door just as Jenny released a shuddering breath. 
Jenny was now laying on the couch opposite the door on the far side of the
room, perhaps ten feet from where Lois hid.  Her head was in the back
corner of the couch as she lay diagonally across it.  Mark knelt on the
carpet in front of the couch.  Jenny's right leg was over his shoulder, her
left leg on the top of the back of the couch.  Her purple panties were in
the middle of the floor.  Mark's nose was nestled in Jenny's pubic hair. 
Jenny stroked his head with one hand and squeezed her own tit with the
other.  Lois could tell from the way Mark's shoulders worked that his hand
was also between Jenny's legs.  Jenny panted and moaned, tilting her pelvis
back and forth to get maximum effect.

   Lois was both repulsed and mesmerized.  "Oh, dear God....this is like
watching porn," she thought Lois.  "All I wanted to do was get my boots so
I could take a walk in the snow....."

   Apparently Mark was as good at this as Jenny was.  Mark worked slowly,
with a seeming gentleness while Jenny writhed and breathed heavily.

   Mark continued to eat Jenny's cunt.  Both of Jenny's slightly chubby
legs were now over his shoulders with her heels dug into his back.  She
softly and breathlessly urged him on
"Oh...oh....God....eat....eat.....fuck....fuck....oh....yes....yes....I
love the way you eat me....."

   Mark lifted Jenny's right leg off of his shoulder and held it aloft with
his left hand while he rocked forward and reached for her right leg, all
the while continuing to eat her out.  As soon as he had both of Jenny's leg
aloft and spread wide, he began to move his mouth over her cunt with long,
strong, slow strokes.  His tongue slowly, steadily washed up and down from
her ass to her clit, back and forth, again and again.  Soon, Jenny began to
moan, then rock her hips up and down.  Her moans became louder, then her
toes curled over and her arms flailed as she came, crying out indistinctly.
Mark backed off a bit and gently lowered her legs so that her feet came to
rest on the couch.  Lois could see his smiling face in profile as he looked
up at Jenny, whose right arm was thrown across her eyes as she recovered
her breath.  Mark's face was smeared with Jenny's juices, shining in the
cold light coming from the window.

   Lois stared in disbelief at what she was seeing.  She could feel her
face burning with a deep and embarassed blush.

   "Oh God, Jen, I LOVE your cunt," he exclaimed.  Lois had to bite her lip
to refrain from groaning in disgust.

   Jenny looked at Mark and the slightest smile crossed her lips.  "I love
what you DO to it," she breathed, shifting her weight.

   "I can't believe he used the C-word with my sister!" thought Lois.  Lois
had once left a man's bed, mid-fuck, over his use of the word.

   Mark stood, still in profile to Lois.  His cock was hard.  Lois noticed
a fine filament of precum reaching for the floor as he moved toward Jenny,
who, smiling expectantly, spread her legs in welcome.  Mark looked down
and, noticing the precum, caught almost the entire thread with his hand. 
He knelt between Jenny's legs and, as she positioned herself to be fucked,
smeared the wetness on her shiny labia.  Lois watched as her sister's cunt
fell wide open under his touch.  Lois had seen a cunt or two in her time,
but never one of her sibling's.  Jenny's lips were swollen and open, like a
flower, and glistening.  Her thatch of pubic hair was longish
ginger-colored, like Lois's.

   "Want me?" Mark asked Jenny playfully grabbing his cock and pointing it
at her opening.

   "Now," she replied, her eyes locked on his cock.

   Mark smiled and rolled his cock around a bit, rubbing the head on
Jenny's cunt.  It drew up the wetness like a wick.  "Oh, Baby..." sighed
Mark as Jenny exhaled slowly and long.  After another minute or so of
rubbing and stroking, Mark put the head between Jenny's lips, where it
disappeared slowly.  He pushed into her about halfway, then withdrew a
quarter of the way.  The portion of his cock removed from her was wet and
shiny, even in the early afternoon's subdued light.  He slowly slid his
hips forward again and seemed to bottom out.

   Lois's hand went involuntarily to her crotch.  She worked hard to
control her breathing.  It was difficult.  She looked to her right.  Both
Mark and Jenny moaned, bringing Lois's eyes back to the couch.  He was on
her now, fucking her with long, slow, steady strokes.  He alternately
rotated his hips and thrust, stirring the pot.  Jenny's legs were wrapped
around his waist, pulling him into her and grudgingly allowing him to pull
back before stroking into her again.  Jenny's right hand was on Mark's left
arm, her left arm around his neck.  They kissed deeply, moaning into one
another's mouth, the sound muffled by their active tongues.

   For the next fifteen minutes, Lois watched Mark and Jenny fuck.  They
changed position every few minutes.  Mark atop her, Mark behind her, Jenny
atop Mark, Jenny on her side while Mark fucked her hard, his balls slapping
against her wet and shiny ass.  At one point, with Jenny on her knees on
the carpet with her upper body laying across the couch, Mark seemed to
climax, his back arched as he shuddered.  When he finally stopped and
exhaled, after perhaps fifteen seconds, Mark chuckled and murmured
something about a "close call" before rolling Jenny onto her back again and
entering her again.

   Mark slid his hands under Jenny's back and grasped her shoulders,
pulling close to her.  Her knees were bent so that her heels dug into the
top of Mark's thighs, just below his ass, which flexed and moved as he
fucked her hard and fast.  They grew louder as their movements became more
frenzied.

   Jenny began to moan in time to Mark's thrusts; "Oh....fuck me......fuck
me....fuck me......" Mark grunted each time he bottomed out, his
exhalations punctuated by the slapping together of their wet flesh.  The
stroking became more frenetic, the sound of slapping skin louder.  Lois,
suddenly coming to her senses and seeing an opportunity, finally managed to
extract her finger from her wet cunt to take advantage of the noise the two
were making and sneak out of her niece's room.

   She retreated quickly and quietly down the hall as Jenny pleaded
"harder....harder!" She opened the door as Jenny cried "Here!  My nipple!"
This final entreaty hung in the air as Lois quietly closed the door behind
her.  She padded softly down the stairs, her cheeks flushed and hot.  With
the door closed it was much quieter, though she was certain she heard Mark
cry out as he came.

   Lois softly padded down the stairs.  Looking out the window leading to
the second floor's back porch, she saw that the snow was changing over to
rain.  She quickly opened the unlocked to her own apartment and slipped
inside.  Her head and body buzzed.  In spite of her shock, she ran for her
bedroom and, pulling down her pants and panties, knelt on her bed and
buried her face in her pillow.  Her hand found her clitoris again and she
masturbated furiously.  This time, Jack did not appear in her fantasy. 
Instead, she was in Jenny's living room with Mark's cock buried deep inside
her.  She came and came before finally collapsing on her unmade bed.

   She could hear rain and sleet pelting her window.  Soon, Jenny's kids
would arrive home.