My sister's husband ✓

"Bend over."

Those were the first words my sister's husband, Jason told me when I went up to question him about the mess made in the kitchen. I was a worker at a pet store somewhere around the new neighborhood I was staying after finishing in the neighborhood college. I had to come over to my sister's place to spend some time with her and work part time before moving back to Florida, where I previously grew up and used to stay with my parents and friends.

We had a time table in the house. Gracie, my sister was always busy being a pregnant nurse in a big private hospital, the Buborn hospital. And so whenever she was on her shifts, I and Jason her husband would take turns tidying up the house. Now Jason was a freelance fictional writer, writing for several publishing and short story editors and when he wasn't on a job, he would have so much time to hang with us around the house.

I had a boyfriend, Ben, but we were currently on a break because he felt like I wasn't giving him as much attention as I used to and needed to be apart from me for a while. Unhealthy and toxic on both sides, yes I know.

Back to the present, I got back from work at 5:20pm only to see dirty plates scattered on the counter, which shouldn't be so because I washed plates this morning. Even though it was Jason's turn to do the dishes.

After coming up to confront him about it, he only got off from the mess of paper works, jotters and pen scattered on his table and approached me with the words, "bend over."

My breath hitched at the command and I found my tongue coming out to wet my lower lip. Instinctively, I rubbed my legs together to reduce the call ache down there but it didn't seem to be working because his look only made more liquid pool at my core, making me feel dirtier than I should. Literally and figuratively.

"Jason, you're not paying any attention. I said you need to stop leaving your dirty plates on the kitchen counter after using them and-" I didn't get to complete my words because his right hand grabbed me by the neck and he pulled me flush against him.

"Do you want me to impale you over my cock right here?" He asked in his usually calm tone but the lust in his eyes had me filling my panty with my moistness.

"N-no Jason..." I protested weakly, knowing what I was going to get regardless of my words of protests and wantonly anticipating every moment of it.

Still, I lightly slapped him and he dropped his hand, his stance still fierce to drive home a point as he pulled me flush against him to reduce the distance between us.

"You idiot. We're not done with this conversation, so don't you dare try to go macho on me." I groaned, following him as he pulled me along to his reading table with a stride that bid no argument. He pushed me against the table, standing behind me and pressing flush into me.

I couldn't just let him have me again so I resisted a little, feeling uncertain despite the tingles spreading through me as he pressed his body into me so I could feel all of him. Oh fuck, his cock is hard already. Then he proceeded to bend me over and lift my dress over my hips, eagerly palming my aching mound over my panty while my breathing picked up in anticipation.

"We shouldn't be do-"

"I'm not going to go slow Maria. I'm going to pound your sweet little cunt till it aches and then you won't be able to walk around the house for days." Jason told me bluntly, his breath fanning the side of my face, eliciting a moan from me. Jason's way of dirty talking always came as a surprise to me. I remember Gracie telling me when I just moved here that Jason was a gentle and considerate lover in bed. He would tell her he loves her and confess his undying feelings towards her and they only ever had vanilla sex. Gentle, little rocking in bed, spoon fucking. That wasn't the Jason I knew.

The Jason I know fucks. Hard and fast. Like a maniac, his dick is just about six and half or seven inches but boy, does he know how to use it well. It was even too long because he always managed to push in for a while before getting it into me. I'm not too proud of my sin because I know sleeping with your brother in-law is wrong but hey, I never said I was a saint! Every girl needs that one man that can satiate her sexually.

'This is wrong Maria...' I mumbled to myself, feeling him lean in and plant his warm lips on my ear lobe, sucking on the skin.

"Jason...fuck you..." I groaned in partial annoyance and partial lust. My ears were one of my weak spots and the bastard knew so.

'I know it is wrong, but it feels so right and even you can't deny that. Especially when the guy is so damn hot and has a curvy dick...' A voice argued back in my head and I nodded because it was indeed the truth. He did have a curvy cock.

'But he's my sister's husband...'

'The more complicated, the better the fuck. Taboos are the sweetest.'

'That statement isn't even a thing.'

I shook my head to ward off the mental battle I was currently having with myself. This was wrong, no matter how right it felt. "Look, Jaso-"

My words died in my throat when he fingered the crotch of my panty lightly, causing me to whimper..

"Jason, please."

"Hmm.. Let's see what you have under this sexy gown of yours. Oh, I love this panty." He grunted, before fiercely ripping the panty off and that caused me to cry in protest. "Quiet or I'll leave you hanging. And we both know you love my dick."

"Fuck you..." I mumbled but not too loudly.

I had little choice so I bit my lower lip, and closed my eyes as I felt his skilled, long digits finger my pussy. It was a lustful feeling but I couldn't help myself. I wanted what my sister was having and the rougher, the better.

I wanted to turn around and kiss him but knew I would have to get whatever he was willing to give me. He was always in charge. Always.

He expertly parted my pussy lips with his finger, causing me to instinctively shudder in delight. His hands felt like a warm water gliding down my pussy, working its way in and then drumming harshly on the tender flesh like rain droplets. He massaged my pussy lips furiously and my lips parted in anticipation as his thumb pressed down on my clit.

"Ungh...ungh...ahnnn..." I moaned, holding the edge of the table tighter and feeling the blood circulation of my hands reduce. "Please, move your fingers..unghhh..."

He kept going at it, scissoring his way in furiously, driving me to the peak as my lips parted in excitement and lust.

But all of a sudden, he pulled his fingers out of me and I groaned in agony.

"I- You're not going to get away with this torture!" I wiggled my butt for him to see what he'd done to me.

"What are you going to do about it, huh?" His hoarse breath caressed my ears and filtered through my nostrils. It smelled like tequila.

Is he going to fuck me or not? Irritation began to grow in me. Still, I could feel the hunger at the pit of my stomach grow to fruition as he turned us around and pushed me onto my knees and ordered me to go face down on the tiled floor, so my drenched, pulsing pussy was faced directly towards my so called brother in law.

I clenched the floor, as I felt the tip of his huge curved cock poking my favorably tight pussy. An unwelcome jolt traveled up my spine and I wiggled a little because even though we'd fucked a few times, it was still a bit uncomfortable getting his dick in.

He finally got into me and we both moaned at the delightful feeling.

Then he started fucking me with slow thrusts.

"J-jason please don't stop," I pressed my palms into the tiled floor tighter as I felt more of this thick curvy cock sink further between my folds and into me. The image of my sister's smiling face fluttered into my memory and I gasped, clenching against him because at the same time, Jason slammed forcefully into me.

The guilt bit into me, harsh and glaring. This was wrong.

Jason reached for my hair which I still hadn't taken from the bun I put it in earlier and pulled at it, making me arch my back.

"I...Jason after this last time, we'll have to cut this off. We're cheating ungh-" he cut me off with a harsh slam inside me.

"Your pussy says other wise, Maria so take this dick." His voice was thick with emotion that I couldn't begin to describe. "You're wet right now and your cunt gripping my cock this way only tells me it wants more. We won't be cutting it off."

I groaned loudly in denial as he sunk more of his huge cock inside of me. He pulled back till only the tip was in me and then rammed in, making me let out a long moan. My body may have betrayed me at this point, but I was determined to get him to stop. At least after one last fuck.

"What about Gracie..." My voice was shaking as I felt my hips treacherously begin to move against his hard, pistonong cock. "I'll explain everything to her. I'll tell her that you took advantage of my drunkenness on your wedding anniversary and last month-"

"Go ahead," he slapped a palm on my left cheek, making me squeak in surprise and clench harder on him. "Tell her and I'll simply claim that you tried to seduce me. She'll believe me, why wouldn't she? Gracie has always been in love with me, even when I cheated on her once she forgave me. Yes she loves you but I know she doesn't trust you completely. If I tell her you seduced me, she'll have you thrown out before you even give a word of explanation. I'm her safe haven, she can't do without me. Fuck, arch your back. Yes, like that."

"Bu-"

"You're so firm. This pussy is mine. All mine." He reached my pussy while still ramming into me and slapped a palm on it, making me clench hard on him and throw my head back as I reached my peak, letting go on his cock. "Ahh, I'm cumming...oh hell...unghgg..."

"That's it, ride it out. I'm only halfway done. Fuck yeah. Don't think about telling her, you'll lose out on both ends." He warned again and grabbed my hair to pull my head back and arch my back for him to get a deeper penetration.

My mind was blank at what else to say because I knew he was partially correct. Gracie was madly in love, no, obsessively in love with Jason and would deal with anyone that tried to come between them. Family or not.

I moaned as I felt more of his cock going inside me. The stretching of my pussy was painful but there was a sweet ache to it that bothered me because I found myself enjoying it too much than I should. He was my brother in-law and this needed to stop.

Yet, as he plummeted his hard cock inside of me, I found myself matching his pace as I moved against him.

"Now let's turn this up, baby." He stated and then pulled out till only the tip was inside of me once again, and violently thrust forward, the sound of flesh slamming against flesh filling the room.

I felt my lips instinctively part I practically began to see stars, my slightly wet palms painfully gripping onto the floor, my breath coming out in hurried pants. Then he undid my zipper down my back to my waist where my gown was bunched up and I quickly pulled the gown off me. Without further ado, he unhooked my bra.

A pleasurable moan filled the room as he grasped my full breasts with both hands, tugging on my nipples and squeezing my breasts in a way that made me let out embarrassing moaning sounds. His curvy, smooth cock slammed in and out of my moistened pussy, every movement tormenting me with pleasure as I panted for him to give me more.

Before I knew it, I was riding another powerful orgasm. Shame flushed through me at the satisfaction I felt, cumming on my brother in-law's cock but lust overpowered the feeling.

"Fuck, you are one tight lady. One would've thought after our fourth fuck, you'd loosen up a little." He grunted savagely as he continued slam against me. "I swear you feel like a virgin every time I take you again."

"I--just shut up and fuck me-" I broke off whatever I was going to say as a mini orgasm wracked my body. "Are you going to cum already..." I whispered the last word out as I could feel my veins pulsing harshly in my forehead.

He pulled me up to my feet and we made a short trip to his matrimonial bed. Then he made me plant my face down into his bed, ramming into me from behind once more.

I was ashamed to admit that I felt an immense pleasure radiating throughout me as he resumed rolling those hips and continued the pounding of my pussy with his cock.

"Ugh I'm coming in this sweet pussy... oh...oh nice...fuck nice." He groaned with his own release and I found myself clenching around him. I was on the pill anyway so it wasn't like he could get me pregnant. "Ungghhh... ah.. ah..ahnnnn...yes." He grunted with primal force and then with one brutal push against me, he unleashed his hot cum deep inside me.

I cried in pleasure as I felt his hot seed splash my walls. After a few seconds, he leaned in to kiss me so I turned around as much as I could.

"Damn your pussy is so fucking good!" Jason groaned, kissing me on the lips. Then he pulled out of me, chuckling openly at the sloshing sound his cock made as it left the gripping folds of my pussy lips. "Maybe I should leave more plates around the kitchen."

Turning around, my eyes narrowed into a glare and I tried not to stare at his dangling cock. I crossed my arms in defiance. "I'm serious Jason."

"Fine. I'll wash it. I was just teasing you earlier. You know I love you in short dresses so I couldn't resist taking you." He palmed my left breast and my breath hitched. Then he tugged at the nipple. I could feel my body getting hotter again and I struggled to maintain a confidence stance. No. This had to stop.

"J-Jason," I cleared my throat to get myself in check. "I'm serious. This can't go on because we both know it's wrong. I'm calling quits." I pulled him closer by the collar, kissed him good and then left the room with my drenched panty, bra and my dress inside out.