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Subject: {ASSM} Providing for the Sister in Law
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Providing for the Sister in Law
(MF,cheat,nc)
(C) 2010 Rhys.The.Mage-gmail
                         [1]
My wife Jill and I had been happily married and living in DC for
several years when out of the blue my crazy sister in law, Diane,
called late one night.  Jill answered the phone.

"Hello?  Oh, hey Diane, uh, how are you?"  My wife had not spoken
with her sister for quite some time.  It was clear that she was not
entirely enthused at the conversation.

"Your company won't put you up?"  I gestured to get Jill's attention,
she gave me the wave off.

"I suppose you could stay with us for the weekend."  I was waving at
Jill, and she was still ignoring me.  "Okay, see you Friday."  She
hung up.

"Diane's going to stay with us this weekend."

"So I gathered.  What's the occasion?"

"Her new company has an optional training seminar this weekend, but
since it is optional they aren't paying for hotels, just for the
train down from New York."

"And she and her loving husband can't spring for one?"

"Bob, she -is- family."

I wasn't convinced.  There was bad blood between them going back
years.  Even after ten years of marriage I didn't have all the
details.  "And you are really okay with this?"

"I know she and Mark have been having their problems, so if this
might ease things a bit by taking off a financial strain..." she let
it hang there.  "Is it really so much?"

I stood and walked over to her, bent down and kissed her on the
forehead.  "No, it's not.  When is she getting here?"

"She'll be here Friday afternoon and leave Sunday afternoon.  No
problem."

She seemed certain, I was less convinced.  Diane had a history of
mean and sometimes very odd behavior, but if it was okay with Jill I
would make due.

                        [2]
Friday afternoon on the way home I picked up beer and some steaks,
figured it was getting warm enough out that I could grill up some
dinner.  I called Jill first to make sure she didn't already have
something in mind.

To my surprise, Diane was already there.  She didn't look any
different from the last time I saw her.  Five foot five, not an ounce
over a hundred pounds, with small B-cup tits, and very cute.  She
contrasted with her sister, who was about the same height, heavier,
and with bigger tits, a full D-cup.

"Hi Diane, how are you?"  I said, closing the door behind me.

"Great Bob," Diane said, walking up to me and giving me a sisterly
hug.  "Still taking good care of yourself I see?"

"Thanks, you look good to."  I walked past Diane and on into the
kitchen.  "Hi hon,"  I said, putting the steaks and beer on the
counter and giving my wife a hug from behind.  I slipped my hands
around front and hefted her tits.  As always, at home she was braless.

"Stop that."

I reluctantly released my grip on her boobs.  I cut open the package,
trimmed the steaks and through them on a plate.  Grabbing a beer I
headed outside to grill dinner.

The steaks were five minutes in when the door opened and Diane came
outside.  "Mind if I join you?  Jill's working on something in the
kitchen and told me there wasn't room for two in there."

"Sure.  Have a seat."

"Thanks for letting me stay here this weekend."

"Hey, that was her call.  But if she's good with it, so am I."

"You really don't like me do you?"

"That's kind of irrelevant."  I flipped the steaks.  "She's your
sister, I'm the husband.  She wants you to stay for the weekend, you
stay.  It isn't much more complex than that."

"You two ever going to have kids?"

"What brought that up?"

"Just a random thought going through my head."

"Maybe in a few years.  We're still keeping our options open."

There was more idle chat as the steaks finished up.  Dinner was
pretty good I say so myself.  After dinner we sat around the living
room and chatted for many hours and consumed two bottles of wine.
All of us were a little tipsy, but no more than that.  The two
sisters were actually getting along well, to my surprise.

"Everyone want one more?" Diane asked.

Jill and I nodded, and she went off to the kitchen for more wine.

"Is this so bad?"

"Of course not.  I'm actually enjoying listening to you two talk."

"Good." Jill yawned.  "One more glass of wine then its off to bed."

Diane returned with three glasses of wine, handing them out then
retaking her seat.  "To family," she said, raising her glass.

"To family," we all said.

Halfway through her self declared last glass of wine, Jill's yawning,
and mine, got to the point where it was futile to fight it.  It was
past both our normal bed times.

"I think we are going to bed now," I said, helping Jill up.  "You
should have all the towels, pillows and blankets you need."

"Good night," Diane said, watching us leave.

Jill and I stripped off our clothes and were asleep even before our
heads hit the pillows.

                        [3]
The next morning I recalled having the most wonderful dream.  For the
first time in years it felt as if I had a wet dream.  I've only had
those twice in my life, probably because I masturbate frequently.  I
awoke well rested and feeling recharged, but when I pulled back the
covers, nothing.  No sign of any wet dream.  Jill was still sleeping
soundly, so I carefully got out of bed pulled on some boxers and a
robe, and went downstairs for coffee.

Diane was already sitting at the table with the paper and some orange
juice.  "Good morning.  You don't look any worse for all that
drinking last night."

"It wasn't that much, but thanks.  You look fine this morning as
well."

"Are you hungry?  I'm ravenous, and I didn't want to make noise in
here until you two were awake."

"I'll scare up some breakfast, but you didn't have to worry about
waking us up.  You can't hear anything in the bedroom."  I went about
fixing some food.

"Did you sleep well?"  Diane asked, the same way people always ask
that strangely inane question.

"As a matter of fact I did."

"Any good dreams?"  She asked, looking at me over the top of her mug.

Discretion won out, "Nothing in particular."  She looked disappointed,
shrugged and sipped more of her coffee.  "What time does your thing
start this morning?"

"Nine.  I have plenty of time to eat, shower, get dressed and get
over there."

I nodded, slid some eggs onto her plate.  We ate in silence, then she
vanished into her room to get ready.

I heard the guest bath shower cut off when Jill came out of the
bedroom.  She looked around, saw the two plates on the table.  "Where'
s Diane?"

"Getting ready, she'll be out in a minute.  Want something to eat?"

"Sure.  And thanks for last night."

I figured she meant letting her sister stay without to much fuss.
"You bet."

She got up and walked over to me, hugging me and reaching into my
robe to grab my cock through my boxers.  "I had the most amazing
dream last night, and I know what that means."

She was obviously referring to the few times I had taken advantage of
her in an Ambien induced sleep coma.  It really got my blood flowing
to try and get her off in her sleep.  Sometimes she found me out when
she woke up with sticky tits or a pussy full of cum.  That I did not
remember doing that last night meant she probably did just have a
good dream.

She continued to knead my cock, which was rapidly hardening.  "Mmm,"
I said, letting her think what she wanted to.

"Do we have time while she's in the shower?" she said in my ear.

"Nope," I said as Diane emerged from her bedroom.

The counter was between us, but Diane seemed to know what was going
on.  "Don't stop on my account, I'm outta here.  See you this
afternoon."

Diane grabbed her purse and was out the door, and Jill's hand was
still on my cock.  She kissed me, then pulled my cock out of the
boxers, turned around and put her hands on the counter.  Reaching
back, she grabbed my dick and aimed it at her pussy.  She was very
wet, and I slid into her easily.

"Mmmm.  That's what I wanted.  Now grab my tits and fuck me."

The feel of her heavy tits hanging in my hands always drives me nuts.
I squeezed her melons and held on for life as I pumped her hard and
fast, just the way she likes it.

In moments she was grunting, her cunt gripping my cock and urging me
to cum with her.  I flooded her pussy with my load and held her tight
as I tried to push it deeper into her.  A few moments later she
pulled off me and pulled her t-shirt back down.

"A good way to start the morning."

I didn't need to say anything for her to know I agreed.

                     [4]
Dinner and the evening were a close repeat of Friday night.  But
maybe an hour earlier Diane and I both felt the alcohol taking its
toll and headed off to bed.  Besides, Diane's class was a bit earlier
Sunday morning and I wanted to be sure I was awake when she left so I
could play host and serve up some breakfast.  Again, pretty much out
before our heads hit the pillows.

"Bob, wakey wakey."

I was still out of it and did not understand why my wife would be
trying to wake me up already.  I still felt heavy and sleepy.  I
rolled to check the time and found my arms did not move.  As I woke
up a bit more, I realized my wrists were tied over my head.  "What
are you up to hon?"  A laugh.  I opened my eyes to the dim hallway
light and found Diane's face in front of mine.

"Ah, there you are.  With me now?"

"Uh, Diane, what's going on?"

"I'm using the Bob and Jill stud service."

I must have still been asleep.  I closed my eyes again.  "Uh huh."

A hand wrapped around my cock.  It was limp, but not staying that way
with the attention it was getting.  As a matter of fact, it was
getting hard very, very fast.

"Diane, knock it off and untie me."

"That's cute, but perhaps you didn't hear me.  Stud service."

My dick was now harder than I could recall it being, despite my best
efforts to keep it from being so.  I felt flushed, finally made the
connection.  "Viagra?"

"Mmmhmm, and two Ambien for my lovely sister.  She gets a good night
sleep and I get my stud service."

"You can't be serious."

"Oh, but I am.  You didn't seem to mind last night."

"That explains my dream I guess."

"Yup, but it was to hard to get you off while you were asleep.
Change of plans for tonight."

I pulled at my wrists and feet, but they seemed tight enough to
prevent my immediate escape.  "Go ahead and struggle, I like that."
When I quit testing the bonds, she smiled.  "Ready to help me out?"

"No way in hell.  And what about your sister?"

"Hah!  Are you kidding?  After getting you off last night I sealed
the deal by getting her off as well, and neither of you woke up."

"Bullshit."

Diane got a wicked look on her face and got off the bed.  She
returned a moment later with my wife's Hitachi.  She pulled back the
covers, exposing my sleeping wife nude in all her glory.  She moved
Jill's legs apart then brandished the vibrator.  "Watch this," she
said, turning the vibrator on its 'high' setting and thrusting it up
against my wife's full bush.

Still asleep, Jill's head lolled to one side and she groaned a bit.
Her hands were still limp at her sides, movement still suppressed by
her sleeping brain.  Her breathing started to pick up, faster and
shallower, then her hips started to move, seemingly on their own but
clearly in response to the action of the vibrator.

Soon, Jill's hips bucked upward and her breath caught as her body was
wracked by an orgasm.  Diane followed her movements with the vibrator,
and Jill was forced through another, apparently more intense orgasm.

Diane switched off the vibrator and laid it on the bed between us.
She walked around the bed, then hefted my cock and squeezed it.  The
show had an obvious effect on me and my dick was leaking precum.

"You see, it's easy to get her off.  And I see you liked the show."
She got on the bed and sat astride my hips.  She leaned forward, then
reached back and placed my cock at her entrance.  "You want to cum,
just thrust away and do it."

"Fuck you.  Just because you knocked out my wife and slipped me a
hard on pill doesn't mean I'm going to fuck you.  No fucking way."

"It's not as if I need your cooperation you know."  She pushed back,
taking my cock into her pussy in one stroke.  "Your anatomy will give
me what I want whether you like it or not."  She ground on me, riding
my cock in the way a woman of experience understands.

I could not will myself soft, but I distracted myself from her
actions well enough, that five minutes in she was beginning to get
winded.  "This is harder than I thought."

"What's this all about Diane?  Your sister isn't going to like this
story."

She continued to ride me, the sensations easily enough to keep me
rock hard within her.  "You're not going to say shit to her.  Like
she is going to believe that I fucked me against your will?  What,
that I raped you?  Go ahead and tell me how that goes."

I spat at her, hoping to dissuade her in some other way.  She simply
wiped her face off with the back of her hand.  She lifted off of me,
my cock slapping against my belly with a wet 'thump.'

She sat back down, my cock just under her pussy.  She grabbed the
vibrator and switched it on low.  "I'm ovulating tonight."  She saw
the look in my eyes.  "My husband and I have been trying like hell to
get pregnant, and now I am going to take things into my own hands."

"Diane, you, can't, do this," I said.

She held the vibrator against that sweet spot just under the head of
my cock.  With one hand she held my cock, with her weight she held my
hips.  I struggled valiantly against my bonds, but there was nothing
I could do.  I tried bucking my hips, but even her light weight was
enough to keep my hips where they were.

The infernal vibrator, doing what it had done to me many times with
its mechanical efficiency, drove a sensation into my cock that was
undeniable and, with her hands and body, unavoidable.  "You, fucking,
bitch" I spat at her, trying to distract her.  I looked over at Jill,
snoring softly next to me.

Diane was watching me keenly and holding my dick firmly in her hand
as she vibrated me.  "You might as well relax, there's nothing you
can do about it.  You're going to cum inside me and knock me up."

I continued to shout obscenities at her, but the will of the vibrator
and its wielder won out.  She felt my cock swell in its rise toward
ejaculation and she quickly shoved my cock into her pussy, furiously
grinding her hips into me.  Her clenching cunt finished what the
vibrator started and I started pumping my load into her fertile belly.
I remained silent, trying in vain to stop.  She felt the flood of
warmth.

Her eyes snapped open and locked on my face, watching as I helplessly
pumped my cum into her womb.  "Mmm, that's it, cum in me.  Cum deep
in me and get me pregnant."

"Fucking, bitch," I said with as much hatred as I could.

I started to feel some discomfort now that my orgasm was over but she
continued to grind on me.  "Would you like me to stop?" she asked.

"Fuck you."  She kept grinding.  It was very uncomfortable.  I rolled
my eyes.  "Please stop."

She stopped, remained astride me, impaled on my slowly deflating cock.
She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek as I turned my head away.
"I'll just keep you there stopping me up until you go soft.  Then I
figure what, twenty, thirty minutes of rest before you can go again?"

I relaxed and closed my eyes.  My bitch of a sister in law was using
me as a sperm donor and there was not a fucking thing I could do
about it.  I decided to just be quiet and hope the lack of resistance
would turn her off.

As I found out over the next two hours, she didn't care about my
resistance or cooperation.  She milked me with that damn vibrator and
her pussy three more times, just to make sure 'it took' she said.
Then she had me drink some water and I went into a fuck induced coma.

                      [5]
I awoke the next morning, only the faint signs of tight ropes on
my wrists to indicate anything unusual had happened.  I felt terrible,
as if somehow I could have stopped her from getting what she wanted.
As I became aware, I noticed Jill was not in bed.  A glance at the
clock told me it was later than I realized.  Must have been some
Ambien to go along with that fuck coma.

I walked out of the bedroom, saw Jill sitting across from the TV.
"Good morning," I said.

"Good morning.  There's some coffee, why don't you get a cup and join
me?"

"Sure."  I wondered how I was going to explain this to her and found
I had no idea.  And what was she watching on Sunday morning?
Political talk shows?

Entering the living room I finally saw her, she was sitting with her
Bobe open, fingers clearly working her pussy.  What was she watching?

Sitting next to her I looked at the TV, saw her sister fucking me as
she lay next to us.  "I don't know what to say Jill."

"This is the third time I've watched it this morning."  The squishy
sounds of her finger fucking were getting louder.  She pushed a
button on the remote and the sound came up.  "This is my favorite
part."  I exhaled with dejection, wondering if my marriage would
survive the morning and quite conflicted by what she was doing while
watching.  And where had the video come from?

On the screen, Diane dropped the vibrator and stuffed my cock into
her pussy. "Cum deep in me and get me pregnant," her sister said,
"Fucking, bitch," I heard myself say.  I hoped the anger sounded as
genuine on tape.

Jill made a sound next to me that signaled her climax.  Her fingers
did not stop.  "Put your cock in my mouth," she said.  I stood, and
did as she asked, my limp member disappearing as she sucked it into
her mouth.  I began to stiffen slightly.

"I'm sorry Jill."

She let my dick drop from her mouth.  "I was suspicious about your
reaction yesterday morning, so I put the webcam in the A/C duct.  I
knew she wanted kids, but damn."  She took my cock into her mouth
again.  Slightly more confident that I was not in trouble, I now
simply felt  humiliated.

"I'm so sorry Jill," I started to sob.

My stiff dick once again felt cold air as she pulled her mouth off me.
"Honey, I don't blame you and I still love you."  I sobbed, a bit
less.  She fisted my cock.  "Now, I've been watching this for two
hours and I really need this inside me.  Can you help me?"

I nodded weakly and she got up on the couch on all fours.  I guided
myself into her, then shifted my weight and grabbed her tits.
"Fucking slut sister of mine, taking all that cum from me."  She
looked over her shoulder, "Cum in me."  I didn't take long to answer
her request with a flood of heat into her pussy.  She had cum just
before me, and by the time I was down to earth, so was she.

"What now?" I asked.

"I think we wait and see if she needs another treatment."	I sat on
the couch and she sat astride me.  "That was the hottest thing ever,
and if she wants it again I want you to let have it the same way, but
make sure you involve me somehow, even if I'm asleep."

I nodded, more than a little stunned.  Jill was rewinding the video.

The End.

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