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