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 This story is a work of fiction.  The characters depicted within have no
resemblance to anyone dead or alive; any such resemblance is purely
coincidental.  The author does not subscribe to the acts depicted within
this work, they are for purely reading pleasure only.  It is strongly
advised that readers take all necessary precautions for the safety of all
players if they choose to act out the play of this story.

   This is a work of erotic fiction.  If the reader is turned off or
offended by such material, it is advised that they don't read any further.
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----------------------------------------------------- Snippets - 2, The
Sister-in-Law

   He had come into the living room in search of cigarettes, but they were
long forgotten now.  He stood watching his sister-in-law, who was lying on
a mat on the floor.  Her nightdress had ridden up to display her nice,
young, shapely legs, which merged at her hip.  His penis began to harden as
thoughts of the young woman ran through his mind.  He reached for the
cigarettes and lit one.  Then he sat on the sofa and studied the girl lying
on the floor before him.

   He parted his lungi and began to stroke his penis with his free hand. 
He wondered whether she was sleeping with anybody, or whether there was any
special guy in her life.  If his wife was anything to go by, this one would
be a real hottie in bed, lucky the guy who would get her.

   The next set of events happened in slow motion.

   She opened her eyes, he tried to cover his erection, he saw recognition
in her eyes, then they registered shock.

   "Brother?  What are you doing?"

   "Smoking" he told her.

   "No.  I know what you were doing."

   "No, no, I was really not doing anything."

   She smiled reassuringly at him.

   "Don't worry I won't tell sister."

   He felt his breath return as the words fell on his ears.

   "Do you want me to help?" she asked him.

   "What?  What do you mean?"

   "You can't do that to me, but if you want I hand help with my hands",
she told him.

   "I...I.."

   He watched her reach out and her hand disappeared under the folds of his
lungi.  Her palm closed around his penis, the grip firm, nothing hesitant
about it.  But the movement was tender.  She leaned back and let her
masturbate him.  Not a word was spoken, but she knew his needs and her
tempo adjusted itself accordingly.  He felt the familiar knot building up,
his body tightened and so did her grip.

   "I'm cumming", he told her.

   There was no reply, just an almost imperceptible increase in the tempo.
He braced himself for the moment.

   He began to cum.

   Eyes still closed, he lifted his bottom off the sofa, letting the
pleasure of the outlet flood him.  Then it was over.

   He opened him eyes to look at her and was met with a sight of her open
mouth filled with his thick seed.  She ran her tongue around the inside of
her mouth collecting his semen and swallowing it.  He felt his hard-on
return.

   She got up and moved towards the bathroom.

   As the door, she turned to him, "Go to bed now brother."

  
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