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Raping My Sister-In-Law
by Spicatto (suprapubic_cystotomy@yahoo.ca)

***

A story about a guy's unrequited lust for his sister-
in-law. Her resistance is overcome by a combination of 
alcohol and rape. (MF, nc, rp, alcohol)

***

I had never taken much notice of my sister-in-law. Emma 
had been overweight for as long as I'd known her, and 
the two children she had only added to her size. She 
was five years younger than my wife, and was twenty-one 
when I married her sister.

My wife, Jocelyn, is 5'4" tall, dark black hair and 
brown eyes, and weighs about 125. She has a perfect 
hourglass figure. She is wonderful in bed - at least 
she was, until we had the kids. Then she lost her 
interest in sex. We used to make love three or four 
times a week, or more. We stopped completely of course 
during her two pregnancies, but after the second baby 
was born, things never really got started again. The 
birth had given Jocelyn a lot of health problems, and 
she was a long time recovering. Somehow, four years 
later, our sex life was still not back on track, and I 
was starting to think this would be permanent.

By this time, my wife was 34 years old. She still had 
her figure; the only sign of the passage of time was a 
bit of grey that she had to dye out of her hair, and 
the usual wrinkles that go with age. But there was no 
question that she was still a babe. This made things 
all the more frustrating for me. 

Watching her change her clothes, or go in and out of 
the shower, or wear a bikini at the beach, was sheer 
torture for me. For some years I had been in a constant 
state of unsatisfied arousal. I was beating off so much 
I was risking carpal tunnel syndrome. But cheating on 
my wife had never crossed my mind.

One hot summer's day we went to the birthday party of 
one of my nieces. I hadn't seen my sister-in-law or her 
family in some time, since the previous Christmas. My 
wife had mentioned that her sister had been dieting, 
but this hadn't really registered. I was very surprised 
when I saw Emma. Instead of the very overweight woman I 
was accustomed to, I saw a younger, even prettier 
version of my wife. 

She had the same hourglass figure. Her ass looked 
simply incredible in the jeans she was wearing to show 
off her new body. She was rather shorter than my wife, 
barely over five feet. She looked so petite and 
gorgeous now, and I had trouble believing this was the 
same dumpy woman I had known for so long. 

She wore a loose top that left her midriff bare, and 
gave anyone who cared to look a generous view of her 
luscious breasts whenever she had to bend over (which 
was frequently, given that there were a lot of young 
children running about at the party who needed 
attending to). I found myself feeling guilty over the 
hard-on my sister-in-law was inspiring in me.

The party ended and we went home.

"Doesn't my sister look great?" my wife asked. I 
muttered something about her looking o.k., because my 
wife is a very jealous type, and I always had to be 
careful about what I said. But of course, Emma had 
looked great, and the next morning in the shower, it 
was to fantasies of fucking Emma that I masturbated 
myself to a very strong orgasm.

An entire year passed. At home, nothing had changed. My 
wife still was not interested in sex. I was still 
sexually frustrated. I had asked my wife to go to 
counselling together to see if we could somehow get 
things going between us, but she dismissed the idea out 
of hand, which made me very angry. But of course there 
was nothing I could do about it. 

I continued to have fantasies about her sister, but I 
knew that there was no way I could ever have sex with 
my sister-in-law. First of all, Emma would never go for 
it, and if she did and we were found out, the family 
would be torn apart. So I never gave it serious 
thought.

But all this changed. Whether it was my increasing 
horniness that was responsible, I'll never know, but it 
certainly could have been a factor. My wife's work took 
her out of town every now and again. She really looked 
forward to these business trips with her boss, leaving 
on a Friday afternoon, flying to some other city and 
returning the following Sunday night. 

For a while I had suspected she was having an affair 
with her boss, but I never had the slightest evidence, 
and it was only her lack of interest in sex that made 
me so suspicious. But perhaps she wasn't having an 
affair. It may be my resentment of our lack of sex life 
made me want to believe she was having an affair with 
her boss, so that I would feel justified in cheating on 
her. I don't know. But that is how I felt, and that is 
how things stood, one Friday in November when my wife 
went off on another of her trips.

What made things a bit different this time was that 
other members of the family were also travelling. My 
wife's parents were vacationing at the time in England. 
They were returning to the homeland for a month to 
visit their old haunts. My sister-in-law's husband was 
also away, a hunting trip with his buddies. He'd been 
negotiating with his wife for months if not years to be 
allowed to go off with his friends, leaving Emma alone 
to take care of the two young children.

Friday night, I got a call from Emma.

"I'm at my parent's place. I brought the kids here for 
a change of scene, but I think it was a mistake. 
They're bouncing off the walls and I can't control 
them. Could you bring your kids over? Maybe they can 
keep each other occupied!"

I thought this was a great idea. My kids are also a 
handful, and I liked the idea of the two sets of kids 
amusing themselves instead of me having to do the job. 
So I agreed right away, and in no time we were off. My 
in-laws live only a few minutes away, so once I had 
packed pyjamas, books, toys and the kids' favourite 
stuffed animals, we were off.

Emma greeted me at the door, looking beautiful as she 
always did now. She was wearing her long black hair 
straight. Her tight ass was not in view this evening, 
as she was wearing some very baggy track pants that 
were probably a relic of heavier times. She was wearing 
a very unsexy sweatshirt, which nonetheless could not 
completely hide the fact that her breasts were very 
full, and that her nipples were erect from the cold. 
Her youngest child suffered from allergies that were 
aggravated if the furnace was turned on, and so she was 
trying to avoid turning on the heat if she could.

It was just past 5:30 when I arrived. The kids ran 
around like wild animals in the basement for the next 2 
hours before we put them to bed. By 8:30, they were 
fast asleep, dead to the world.

"Well, what should we do now?" said Emma.

Needless to say, I didn't suggest the first thing that 
popped into my head.
Instead, I said, "How about a movie and pizza?"

"Great idea! You order the pizza, I'll pick the movie!"

That suited me fine. I went to the phone and I was 
making the order when the pizza order lady asked if I'd 
like anything to drink.

"Emma, what do you want to drink?" I called.

"Don't order anything to drink. There's pop and even 
some wine in the cold storage."

My in-laws had made a cold storage room in their semi-
finished basement, and they usually kept all kinds of 
stuff in there. So I completed the pizza order. Emma 
was still puzzling over the movie to watch, checking 
the cable guide. There were lots of choices. So I 
figured I might as well go downstairs and get something 
to drink with the pizza.

It's funny how one little thing can change one's life 
forever. I mean, a lot had to happen in order to place 
my sister-in-law and me in the same house with no other 
adults around. That had never happened before, and 
probably never would again. The kids had gone to sleep 
easily, which was nice, and not that common. But the 
fact we were alone together would not, by itself, have 
led to a night of great sex made greater by its illicit 
nature. There was too much for each of us to lose. But 
one last piece of the puzzle fell into place when I 
went downstairs to the cold storage room.

I was just reaching for the wine when I notice a bottle 
of alcohol on the shelf. It was straight alcohol, with 
nothing added. My father-in-law liked to make his own 
Grand Marnier, and bought pure alcohol for the purpose. 
That his own concoction tasted like crap never deterred 
him. He would serve it after dinner and we would all 
have to pretend to love it. I'd heard how he made it. 
So I wasn't surprised to see one of the ingredients, 
raw alcohol, in the cold storage.

In a flash there came to me not a mere thought, but a 
plan. No sooner had the plan come into my head than I 
acted on it instantly. I picked up the bottle of wine 
(which fortunately was white) and the alcohol. The wine 
was cheap and had a screw top instead of a cork. I 
opened it, and poured about a quarter of the bottle 
into the laundry tub. I opened the alcohol, and 
refilled the wine bottle with it, and then closed up 
the wine again. Then I made my way upstairs with the 
wine, which was in a 1-1/2 litre size (for any American 
reading this, that's about 1-1/2 quarts).

I put the wine in the freezer to wait until the pizza 
arrived, which was not long. We set everything up in 
the living room, on the table in front of the couch. 
With nightfall the house had gotten only colder, and 
Emma asked me to get a fire going in the fireplace, 
which I did, and by the time the pizza arrived, there 
was a warm blaze going. Emma got the pizza and returned 
to the room.

"So what are we watching?" I asked.

"A chick film, of course!"

I couldn't have cared less. I fetched the wine from the 
fridge, and returned with it and two glasses. The wine 
was German, and very sweet. Both Emma and my wife liked 
very sweet wine. I can't stand the stuff, myself. It's 
like drinking pop.

"Mmmmmm that's nice!" said Emma, taking the first of 
what I hoped would be
many sips. I had a glass of wine before me, and I 
pretended to drink mine
as we ate the pizza and watched this sappy move. Like 
most chick films, it
was very, very dull. As usual for the genre, the film 
was about a family
where people didn't get along at all, and the female 
lead was having man
troubles. By the end of the movie, I was sure that the 
family members would reach a better understanding of 
each other, and the female lead would bag the male 
lead.

Since I didn't need to pay any attention to the movie, 
I thought about other things. There was a large potted 
plant on a side table next to me, and I had been 
pouring my wine into it from time to time. Every now 
and again, I would pour myself some more, and 
occasionally, but not always, I would fill up Emma's 
glass.

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" she giggled at one 
point.

"I doubt you'll get drunk on this. Not much alcohol in 
this German stuff, and I'm drinking twice what you are" 
I said, filling her glass up again. But I noted that 
her voice was already quite slurred, and I knew she was 
well on her well to being drunk, if she wasn't there 
already. I remembered her wedding reception. She had 
had a fight with her father that day, and it had almost 
ruined the wedding for her. She drank far too much at 
the reception, and was almost out of control at the 
end.

By the end of the movie, there was no doubt in my mind. 
This girl was inebriated. Thus, when I suddenly pressed 
her back full length on to the couch, my lips on hers, 
my hands on her breasts, she was very befuddled and it 
was a moment before she started to resists.

She tried to mumble something about what was I doing, 
and I said she should keep her voice down so as not to 
wake the children. This silenced her, but by now she 
had awakened to her situation, and begin seriously to 
resist.

She started bucking her legs, trying to throw me off 
her. But it was no
contest. I am 6'2" and weigh over 200 pounds. I was 
over a foot taller
than Emma, and I was easily twice her weight. She was 
not going to be winning any wrestling matches.

I easily pinned down both her legs with one of mine, 
and I used my left leg to brace myself on the floor. 
She pressed her hands against my chest in a vain 
attempt to push me off, which I found humorous. I think 
I must have had more of the wine than I thought, 
because I was very bold in my actions and I acted 
without any concern for the consequences.

I grabbed both her wrists in one hand and pulled her 
arms above her head. She looked so beautiful in 
flickering light from the fireplace, her long black 
hair framing her lovely pale face. Her expression was 
one of completely disbelief.

"Oh Jeff please don't do this. You can't, I'm your 
sister-in-law, you can't! Oh
stop! Please! Please, please stop right now!"

So much stronger was I that I was able to move my hand 
holding her two wrists so that it was over her mouth, 
making her speech turn to urgent whispered mutterings.

"Mmmmmph! MMMMMMMMMMPH!" her mouth worked madly under 
my hand, as I began to lower her track pants. Perhaps 
she had been expecting I would go for her breasts, 
first. I mean, that is how foreplay usually goes. But I 
was wild, and I wanted her right there and then. But it 
was hard to pull her pants off of her. She struggled 
like a mad thing, desperate to halt my progress. But 
suddenly she became still and quite, seeing that I had 
let go over her pants, only to pick up the knife we had 
used to cut the pizza.

I had planned to cut off her pants, but the sight of 
the knife paralysed her - I'd unintentionally scared 
the daylights out of her. So I put it back down, and 
now when I reached down to pull off her pants, she 
trembled beneath me, but did not resist. Now only her 
panties covered her. She gasped as I easily tore them 
off her body.

I moved off the couch, kneeling beside her, my left 
hand still holding her wrists. Without any delay, I 
quickly leaned forward, pulled her legs apart, and with 
one swift motion, began lap lightly and quickly around 
her clitoris. This only made her struggle harder, 
bucking like a wild horse against me, but she really 
had no chance at all. My face was buried in her snatch, 
and there was not a thing she could do about it.

I fell into a pattern of lapping a dozen or so times at 
her clit, then sucking, then lapping again, then 
sucking, and every now and again I moved my head 
forward insert my tongue in her, and then back up to 
attack her clit again.

Now some woman I am sure might have been able to resist 
this. A young virgin perhaps, or a woman who was 
frigid, or perhaps if the man had been unusually 
repulsive. But Emma could not. She was a young woman, 
married for some time who had had two children. She had 
had lovers before she met her husband, and knew what 
she wanted. And having her cunt licked was definitely 
on her short list of highly desirable sexual 
activities. 

Had she been sober, I think there is a good chance she 
could have defeated me. If she'd been rigid and 
unresponsive, and perhaps cried, I think she could have 
shamed me into stopping. But it was not to be. She was 
not sober. She was out and out drunk. So it was not 
surprising that after a few minutes, the nature of her 
movements changed. She was still moving, but not to 
fight me off. Her hips now began to move against my 
lips and tongue, slowly at first, and then faster, and 
then urgently as her body began to move towards orgasm.

I chanced letting go of her wrists. She made no effort 
to escape.

"Jeff! Ohhhhhh Jeff! Lick me lick meeeeee!" she moaned.

I put my left arm under her, and with no effort at all 
raised her into a sitting position. I the pulled her 
legs out, and kneeled before her exposed pussy, lapping 
away at her completely expose clit. I inserted my fifth 
finger in her snatch, lubricating it thoroughly, and 
then I did the same with my third finger. Then I used a 
technique, which my wife had loved in the days when we 
use to have sex. I placed my fifth finger at the 
entrance to, but not in, her anus, and began to circle 
around it. At the same time, I placed my third finger 
at the entrance to her vagina, teasing her by going in 
ever so slightly, and then withdrawing.

This manoeuvre caused her to press her cunt down, to 
force my third finger in. I let her do this, because at 
the same time, she was forcing her asshole onto my 
fifth finger. In no time, my third finger was buried 
into her cunt up to the hilt, and my smallest finger 
had gone as far up her ass as it could go.

This sent her over the edge.

"OH GOD! I'm going to come! Don't stop ohh that's so 
good lick me oh god
keep licking suck me Jeff its so good, ahhhhhhhh!"

Her orgasm washed over her in waves as I began to suck 
on her rock-hard clit, while at the same time fucking 
her ass and cunt with my fingers. It took forever for 
her to come down from her heightened state of arousal.

If she thought it was over, she was very much mistaken. 
I had moved her into a sitting position for a reason. 
Once her orgasm had finished, I wasted no time in 
moving my hips between her legs, and placing the tip of 
my raging hard-on at the entrance to her vagina.

"Oh god Jeff you can't fuck me!" she squealed, but I 
proved her wrong with one quick thrust. A few more like 
it, and I was up to the hilt!

I should mention that despite having two children, my 
wife's cunt was still very tight. In fact, too tight. 
She had always been fairly sensitive down there, and my 
cock, although not particularly big (7 inches) was too 
big for her. We had always had to use certain positions 
to avoid causing her pain.

But Emma was not like her sister. Her snatch was like 
one would expect of a woman who had borne children, and 
my cock loved it. The folds deep inside her hugged my 
cock nicely, but not nearly as tight as her sister. 
Fucking my wife in this position was out of the 
question, but with Emma it was no problem at all! I was 
able to pump away easily.

But Emma had a different view of the matter.

"Jeff you don't know what you're doing! This is wrong, 
you have to stop right now! Jeff! Jeff get off me!" She 
went on in this way for a little while, and I had to 
silence her. She was getting rather desperate, and I 
was afraid she might wake the kids. 

I didn't know if she was on the pill and worried about 
getting pregnant, or whether she was shocked, or 
feeling guilty. But there was no way I was stopping, 
and her protests were not going to do her any good. I 
shifted her onto her back with me on top of her, her 
legs around me. She was now trapped under me, her face 
up against mine. I continued to fuck her in nice, easy 
strokes. I placed my weight on one hand, and I covered 
her mouth with the other. She tossed her head from side 
to side, but it was no good.

During all this her sweatshirt remained on, and I 
thought it was about time I saw her breasts. So with my 
free hand I raised her top above her tits, which I can 
safely say were absolutely to die for. My sister-in-law 
could not have weighed more than 95 pounds, and an 
awful lot of that was breast. She was easily 36C. Her 
tits jiggled nicely in rhythm to the good fucking I was 
giving her. 

I wet my fingers in my mouth, and then began to 
stimulate her nipples, which were flaccid, but 
instantly grew erect under my touch. And they were very 
impressive when erect. She differed from her sister 
here, too. Her nipples were very long and dark and were 
surround by large areolas. My wife's nipples were quite 
short when erect, and the areolas were hardly bigger 
than the nipples.

I had started toying with her nipples out of pure lust, 
but as it turns out, this was the signal her body had 
been waiting for. There was a clock on the side table, 
and I noticed that by this point, I had been giving her 
my cock for a little over 6 minutes. During all this 
time, she had done nothing but fight me, or at least 
fight as well as a woman can when her assailant is 14 
inches taller and over 100 pounds heavier. But the 
added stimulation to her nipples was having quite an 
effect on her. 

She started to gasp as I gently pulled each nipple in 
turn and then released. I took my other hand off her 
mouth, and I then took each nipple between my fingers, 
rolling them gently back and forth in rhythm the 
entrance and exit of my cock from her vagina. She of 
course had been well lubricated when I'd first started 
raping her, but now she was positively dripping.

Her breath was getting faster and faster. I pressed 
forward so that my pubic bone bore down on her 
clitoris, giving her extra stimulation. She obviously 
appreciated it, because she pushed her hips back at me, 
timing her movements with mine.

"Oh Emma you're soo good, soo good. Oh god, I love 
fucking you," I moaned. I was in heaven!

"Fuck me Jeff! Keep on fucking me! Fuck me with that 
big cock! Give it to me! Give it to me! Oh god its 
happening again, its happening again, oh god, again I'm 
getting it twice, oh god, fuck, fuck, fuck me fuck me 
harder!"

I did as she asked. I began to pound into her hard, 
hammering my cock in her over and over again as deep as 
it would go.

By now Emma was throwing her head from side to side, 
and every breath was a gasp as her body climbed the 
ladder to orgasm. I was helped by the fact that she was 
not as tight as my wife. There is no way I could have 
lasted this long with Jocelyn. The clock on the end 
table showed I'd been raping her for a good 12 minutes, 
and I'd been easily able to maintain my control and was 
not even close to coming. But her own approaching 
orgasm began to pull me too to the edge.

"It's gonna happen again! I'm gonna cum! I'M GONNA CUM! 
Aw god fuck me hard, oh Jeff you can fuck me any time, 
oh fuck me, oh FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!"

Her message was rather repetitive, and there was no 
misunderstanding her. From a very reluctant rape 
victim, my rock-hard penis had turned her into a 
gasping slut, whose hands were grasping my ass so as to 
push me into her as hard as possible with every thrust.

"This is IT! I'm CUMMMMINNNGGGGGGGGGGGGG!" she 
screamed. Her own orgasm acted like a vacuum on my cock 
and my lust, bringing me too to orgasm, and sucking the 
sperm from me in heavy spurts. I went on and on and on, 
not wanting it to stop. I had never in my life had a 
fuck like this! Here I was, first of all fucking my 
very own sister-in-law, and raping her too! It was the 
biggest turn on of my life!

Emma's orgasm lasted even longer than her first one, 
and I came inside her so hard my balls ached. After 
every last drop of cum had been deposited forcefully in 
her snatch, I remained in her, my cock semi-flaccid. 
She stayed beneath me, her own movements slowing, and 
then finally coming to a halt. I did not pull back, 
instead letting cock rest inside her. 

She rested quietly beneath me, not daring to look me in 
the eye, her head instead to one side, her hand in a 
little fist against her mouth, breathing heavily. When, 
after a few minutes, my cock began to grow hard again 
and expand inside her, she only lay passively as the 
rape continued. I had conquered her. I knew now that 
this was but the start of what would be a very 
interesting relationship.

END

Except for the part where I fuck my sister-in-law, this 
story is, unfortunately, a true one. I've lusted after 
her for years, but I am sure nothing will ever happen. 
I am alone tonight, and I thought it would do me some 
good to put on paper what I have been fantasizing about 
for some time.

It took me just over two hours. This is the first story 
I have written. If there is any interest, I will post 
some other stories, some of them fictitious like this 
one, others true. Please post a comment if you liked 
this.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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