This is the true story of my conquest of my brother-in-law. I am 26 years old
and single. Partly by choice and partly not. I have a great job and I travel a
lot. I've never been able to find the right guy that will take me as I am.
Frankly, I scare men. Not that I'm ugly, but it's a combination of things. I
make a lot of money and that bothers some men. I am six foot one in my bare
feet. A lot of guys don't want someone taller than them. I only weigh 145, which
isn't bad for my height. I don't have big boobs or anything. I'm only a 38-B,
but I am far from ugly. I have long dark brown hair that I leave down to the
middle of my back when I'm not working. Really I think I'm pretty attractive.
So, I make the best of my single life, I date some, I even have an occasional
one night stand when I'm traveling.

My oldest sister, Marla gets mistaken for being my mother. It just kills her. We
look a lot alike. She is 16 years older than me. I was a "oops" for our parents
Actually, from the time I was 13 until I was 20, I spent every summer at Marla
and her husband Larry's house helping with their two kids while they went to
work. Marla is a nurse and Larry is a building contractor. They stay really
busy.

I had a few days off and decided to go visit them. We get along great and talk
about everything. Larry got tired of listening to the "hen party" and headed to
bed about 10:30. Marla and I just sat around drinking wine coolers and catching
up. At some point I said, "Well, Marla, now that the kids are out of the house,
I bet you and Larry finally are back to having a great sex life."

"Well," Marla started hesitantly, "Larry sure wants it to be. Between work and
everything, I just can't get excited about it more than about once a week. Larry
seems to think it should be four or five times a week. He just wears me out.
Sometimes he just gets pissed."

"Aren't you afraid he'll start cheating on you?" I asked. "He's still pretty
good looking for an old geezer of 44. You used to say he was dynamite in bed
too. What happened?"

"Well, like I said, I am just not as horny as I used to be. Poor Larry would
never cheat on me. He really doesn't believe in it. Maybe we just need something
to spice up our life." Marla looked a little upset. "You know, for the past 21
years, we have slept with each other every night except maybe a dozen when one
of us had to be out of town. And every morning we get up and Larry gets in the
shower and I join him. We still give each other a wash down." She smiled at
this. "Of course sometimes that leads to screwing in the shower, but Larry says
that doesn't really count cause it's not the 'full meal deal'. He likes it
better when we spend more time and do everything we can think of. So do I
really." She still had a little smile on her face.

I smiled too. "Well that sounds pretty good to me. I'm lucky to get laid once a
month."

"Shame on you," said my big sister. "You shouldn't talk like that." Marla
giggles a little. "How about I get us another wine cooler and you tell me about
it."

When she got back, I had started to think of a plan. I decided I would ease her
into the idea. "Well, I've met some nice guys and even some hunks, but I still
don't think any of them are as big as Larry."

Marla looked puzzled. "I me that guy Bob or Rob or whatever. He was at least
six-five."

"That's not what I mean. I accidentally saw Larry in the bathroom one day the
last summer I stayed here. I think he thought you were coming in and hadn't shut
the door tight. One of the kids was in the other bathroom so I came in to use
yours and threw the door wide open and Larry was standing there facing me with a
big grin on his face and a hard on that looked like it was a foot long. He
grabbed a towel and I left quickly, but I still have an image of that monster."

Marla was chuckling. "I remember now. He was really embarrassed. Besides, it's
only nine inches. I measured it."

"Only nine inches? That's like saying I'm only six feet tall. That's pretty big,
but then you've never seen another one have you?" I knew this was true, or at
least pretty much so. Marla was a virgin when she and Larry got married. I also
knew that Larry wasn't but I thought he had been as faithful to Marla as she was
to him.

Marla giggled. The wine was getting to her. "I guess I really don't have much to
compare it to, Lynne, but it's always been more than enough for me."

Talk drifted to other things and around midnight, on our third wine cooler, I
sprung my plan. "Now Marla, you know that Larry is hornier than you. And I'm
hornier than you are. Why don't we help each other out?"

Marla looked shocked, "What are you talking about?"

"Well, in the morning when Larry gets in the shower, you will get a phone call
to come in and take care of an emergency at work. I know that happens enough.
Then I will slip into the shower in your place."

Marla's mouth was hanging open. "But...but..." she stammered for at least a
minute. "But Larry will think I am gone. And actually he'll be pissed that I am
not taking a shower with him. Then if you go in he'll know it's not me. Besides,
you're my sister and he's my husband and that's just not right"

"Are you worried that I might take him away? Or that he'll be pissed at us if I
climb into the shower? Would you rather Larry or I went to some stranger because
we're too horny and just can't get enough? It's better all around this way."

"Well, I uh, I don't know." She still needed convincing.

"Let me lay it all out for you and then decide," I said. We talked for another
hour and then went to bed.

At seven the next morning, I was wide-awake despite too much wine and too little
sleep. I was sitting on the edge of the bed in the spare room already naked
except for a towel. As soon as I heard the shower, I called Marla from my cell
phone in the hallway. Marla stepped into her bathroom and said loudly over the
shower, "Larry, that's the hospital. I have to go right away. I'll call as soon
as I know when I'll be home."

"Ah, shit," growled Larry. "I was hoping I could at least give you a good
sudsing since you came to bed so late last night."

"Sorry sweetie," said Marla. "Be sure to take good care of Lynne while I'm gone.
Bye." She reached into the shower and smacked him on the butt and then left. She
winked at me as she went by. I could tell by the smile on her face that she was
OK with this now.

As soon as I heard her car start, I slipped in to the bathroom. She had left the
door open. I peeked in the edge of the shower curtain. Larry had his head under
the nozzle washing shampoo out of his thick blonde hair. I could see his tight
butt and long back. Soap was streaming down it. I dropped the towel on the
floor, squirted some liquid soap and my hands from the basin, and slipped into
the shower.

Because of the water, Larry didn't hear me. I stepped up behind him and wrapped
my arms around his chest and pressed my breasts up against his back. He jumped a
little and then finished rinsing his hair. I kept a tight grip so he wouldn't
try to turn around. He said, "So, you were just bullshittin me weren't you
Marla?" I squeezed him tightly, not saying a word. "Thanks for hopping in
sweetie. I have a stiffy that you wouldn't believe."

I slid my right hand down across his belly and soaped the hair below his belly
button. . His construction work obviously kept him in shape. No pot belly on
this guy. I kept my left hand rubbing soap into his chest. Then I let my right
hand slide down until I was at the base of his prick. I soaped all around his
pubic hair and then slid my hand down to his balls. I soaped them up too. Larry
gave a heavy, happy sigh. I moved my hand around and started caressing his dick.
My hand almost didn't reach around it. The though of it, the feel of it was
making me very wet inside.

Larry's left hand reached back. He was running his hand along my thigh and I
moved enough that he could slip it between us. I felt him caress, then stop,
then caress again, then abruptly pull away and turn around. The look on his face
was priceless. I had forgotten that my trimmed pussy was going to feel different
than Marla's. She trims her bikini line, but that's it. Mine is bare except for
a triangle above my pussy.

Larry's mouth was opening and closing and opening and closing. No words were
coming out. He was trying to grab the shower curtain to hide behind it. His eyes
were like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Hey, Larry, it's OK. Didn't you hear Marla say, 'Be sure to take care of
Lynne'? That's what I'm here for. I need some of that big dick of yours."

Larry was still doing the fish imitation, but he had quit grabbing at the shower
curtain. I pulled myself up against his chest and then started kissing my way
down his belly. Larry moaned. I reached behind his ass and gave it a squeeze
with both hands as I got down in a crouch in front of that huge dick of his. I
kept one hand on his ass and brought the other one around and grabbed his penis.
Then I slowly licked around the head as I stroked the length of the shaft. Larry
looked down as I looked up and smiled. "I'll take care of you and you can take
care of me, just like Marla wanted," I cooed. Then I went back to work on that
hunk of meat.

Of course, the only view Larry had was of the top of my head and occasionally my
mouth on his dick. He had definitely quit fighting it. He had relaxed a little
and was moving in rhythm with my sucking and stroking. I just hoped he didn't
move too much. No way could I fit that entire thing into my mouth.

After about 4 or 5 minutes, I felt Larry's arms pulling me up to him. As soon as
I stood up he wrapped his long arms around me and kissed me hard on the lips. It
was a long passionate kiss. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and he pushed
back. Our wet bodies were pressed against each other. His left arm was around my
shoulders and his right hand had slipped down to knead my buns.

As the kiss ended, I thought I would finally get to try that monster dick in my
pussy, but Larry began caressing and kissing my breasts. He nib bleed at each
nipple to make sure they were standing tall. Then Larry slipped down to the
floor of the tub and began kissing and licking my thighs with one goal in mind.
I moved my feet apart to give him whatever access he wanted.

His hand on my ass slipped lower and probed my crack and rubbed hard against my
asshole. He was kissing and licking the outside of my shaved pussy gently but
insistently. I lifted my right foot to the top edge of the tub and Larry buried
his mouth in my pussy. He tongued inside of me, he licked me, and he nibbled my
clit. His finger probed my ass without quite going in. I pushed against it and
let him slide it in and out about an inch. He was truly good at eating out a
pussy. He seemed to know how to pace himself to my needs. Speeding, then
slowing, biting lightly, then kissing tenderly. I knew I was going to have an
incredible orgasm, but I think Larry knew it first. He was ready to support me
as the wave swept over my entire body. He stood and held me tightly.

As the orgasm subsided, I reached down and again began stroking his cock. I
whispered, "I'm sure glad you do what my sister tells you to do. Now I want to
repay the favor." I again lifted my leg to the side of the tub and pulled him to
me. I guided his long member to my waiting pussy. I moved the head slowly back
and forth in my slit and then slipped that huge head inside. Larry stood very
still for a moment and then very slowly, almost so slow I couldn't tell, he
eased his cock inside of me about halfway. Then he began to stroke easily up and
down entering a little more each time. After about 10 of these slow strokes, I
pushed down hard against him and took it all in. We just stood there for a
moment. It was an incredible feeling, made even more so because of who we were.

Then we began picking up the pace. He was taller than me and his strokes nearly
lifted me off the tub floorAfter nearly slipping I said, "Larry, let's try
something else before we break our necks" He eased out of my cunt and seemed to
pop out as his knob left my pussy.

I turned around with my feet spread apart and bent down to put my hands on the
end of the tub. The shower was still running across us both. I reached back
between my legs as Larry came toward me. I slipped his cock in easily this time
and he held my hips and began to doggy fuck me hard. He slipped one hand under
and helped massage my clit as he pounded into me. I climaxed and my pussy
squeezed him so tight I don't know if he could have pulled out if he had wanted
to. I felt him stop with a jerk and the felt his cock pulse as he released a
huge load of sperm deep into my pussy. He felt like he was going to collapse on
my back with the third and fourth spasms.

We separated and washed each other off. He was being very gentle as he washed me
off. I was actually starting to get horny again. I soaped and rinsed his now
dangling member. Then he shut off the water and grabbed some towels for us.

"Wow, that was incredible, Lynne." Larry sighed. "You don't know how much you
look like Marla did when we first got married." He chuckled a little and then
continued. "Of course, she didn't really know some of things then that you know
now."

"Thank you Larry," I said as he dried my back. That was wonderful. I hope you
know that Marla was OK with this. She said you needed it.

We walked out into the bedroom drying our hair and that's when a bright flash
caught us both. Larry and I looked up and saw Marla sitting at the head of their
big California King sized bed holding a digital camera. She was propped up
against some pillows and had a blanket over her lap. Larry had the deer in the
headlights look again. He started doing the fish imitation too.

"Well, Larry, I didn't have to go to the hospital after all," said Marla, trying
not to smile. "You two sure look a sight, though. Do I need to be ready in case
you have a heart attack, Larry? You certainly can't deny what you've been up to.
I have it all right here on the disk. How could you attack my baby sister like
that?" Then she couldn't help herself and began laughing. "You ought to see the
look on your face. I can hardly wait to bring this picture up on the computer.
It's OK, Larry. We planned this all last night. But seeing you two standing
there naked, makes me wish I had been in there watching instead of out here just
listening. In fact, now I'm getting horny. You ready for the next round yet?"

Marla stood up, dropped the blanket, and then her blouse, which was all she was
wearing and came and gave us each a hug, and then both of us a hug at the same
time. "Whenever you two have recovered, we're going to try something else," she
said.

I spent three more days there. We showered together the next morning, but it was
way too crowded to do much more than soap each other up and try to rinse off, so
we adjourned to the bed. We took more pictures too. We actually all slept in the
same bed the next two nights ....... Well eventually we slept, but that's
another story.

The end