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   My Sister-in-Law

   If I were to ever say that Renu didn't excite me, it would be an
outright lie.  As a matter of fact, any man claiming to say that she didn't
make him horny was lying.  Renu is one of those women who can make a man go
crazy with lust.  The worst part is that she knows it.  By the way, just
for the record, Renu is my wife's younger sister.

   So when my wife announced that Renu would be coming to live with us for
a while I received the news with mixed emotions.  It was bad enough when we
used to visit her parents, but at least that was only once a year and for a
period of a week at that.  During that week Renu would torture the hell out
of me.  She knew that I knew what she was doing and I knew that she knew I
knew.  I'm surprised that my wife never questioned me about my heightened
sex drive when we visited her home.

   The first few days after her arrival ran true to form.  I would find
myself looking up her skirt, which would have accidentally ridden up to
display her wet panties.  The woman was a nymphomaniac, if there ever was
one.  She story was that she was in town looking for a job.  Surprisingly,
she found one very soon and then life began to settle into a kind of
routine.  My wife would leave for work at 6:30 a.m.  Renu and me would
leave together at 9.  Renu usually had her bath after my wife left, so she
would use the two and half hours to torture me by lounging about the house
wrapped in a bath towel.

   The evenings were better as my wife would be back before either of us
were.  So Renu would behave herself, at least as much as Renu could.  But
after supper, the torture would begin again.  My wife would hit the sack
immediately.  I usually stayed up watching some TV or reading a paperback
and Renu would keep me company.

   It was in the second week of her stay that she made her first move.

   "Could you help me out here?" she asked me.

   "Sure, what do you need?" I asked back.

   "I can't seem to decide what to wear.  I've laid out a few clothes on my
bed, tell me which one you think I should wear."

   I followed her towel clad body into her bedroom.  On the bad she had
laid out two sets of clothes.  One was a sleeveless t-shirt coupled with a
jean which I knew clung to her like they stitched it around her.  The other
was a t-shirt with a plunging neckline and a skirt which stopped well above
her knees.

   "The sleeveless and the jeans look good", I told her.

   "Why?"

   "What do you mean why?"

   "Why did you choose that?"

   "Well, because I think you looked smashing in it the last time you wore
it."

   "Good enough", she said and dropped the towel.

   I stared at her naked body for moment and turned to leave.

   "You can stay and watch me dress, if you like.  Going by the way you
have been ogling at me, I guess it's time you got to see what I have to
offer."

   Her eyes shone with a naughty twinkle, she was daring me to take her up
on the challenge.  So I stayed and watched her cover that wonderful body.
After she was done I left the room with a raging hard on.  My wife got a
royal fucking that night.

   --

   "What did you do to my sister last night?" Renu asked me.

   Today I had chose for her to wear a saree, again with a sleeveless
blouse.

   "What do you mean?" I asked in return.

   "She looks like she stayed up all night.  Don't tell me you fucked me
through fucking her."

   "IF I fuck my wife, believe me it's my wife I'm fucking."

   "So if I want it, I have to get on my back and spread, is that what you
are saying."

   "Take it anyway you like", I shot back.

   "I'll take it in the missionary position", she said, twisting my words
around and lay back on the bed with her legs spread out.

   I hesitated.

   "Quick, or we'll both be late to work."

   I couldn't help it.  I yanked my zipper down, pulled out my penis and
mounted her.

   We made love like two animals in heat and it was over before we could
warm up.  Both of us had been yearning for it too long to be able to
control ourselves.  -- Comments, brickbats and praise are welcome at
bentspoon@excite.com