senin yüzünden It was past ten o’clock when I woke up in the morning. I got out of bed and went into the living room. My husband put his pillow and a carefully folded sheet on the sofa in the living room that I mailed him at night, where he slept, made his breakfast in the kitchen, washed the dishes, placed them. He went to work early like every morning, afraid to wake me up…
“You lazy bastard…“ I thought… “God’s pure henpecked… if you fucked me like a man instead of washing two mail dishes every day, you wouldn’t have to wash dishes. I’d be your slave… asshole… you’re starving a 25-year-old woman like a bone marrow, stupid slime…”
I angrily threw the pillow to one side, the sheet to one side, went into the bathroom. I half filled the bathtub with warm water and lay down in it. I poured the scented bath gel brought by my sister, who came on leave from the Netherlands three days ago, and foamed the water thoroughly. I spread the slippery feeling given by the foams covering me all over my whole body caress caress…
I closed my eyes. As always, I dreamed that my brother-in-law’s hands were stroking each side of me. As I squeezed my nipples with my fingers, I thought he was sucking, teething. The hand that stroked my stony breasts, thighs, fingered my pussy, stroked my clitoris was his hand right now… My handsome uncle… My Hercules uncle… My brother-in-law who always looked at me with interest, appreciation…
They came to the trail with their latest model cars. They rested for two days in their own apartment on the upper floor of our building and got tired of the road. My sister, who was a little uncomfortable and wanted to see my mother, couldn’t stay long,
”I’ll go to my parents, stay there for a week or two,” he said. My brother-in-law was bored in the village, he couldn’t relax, he wanted to travel.
“I’ll leave you, kiss your hands and come back. And when you get back, you can call, I’ll come and pick you up,” he told my sister…
I was looking forward to my brother-in-law’s return. He loved me very much… we used to go on holidays together when we were girls. And after I got married, I saw the places that my husband, who worked for minimum wage, couldn’t take because of her. The apartment we lived in was theirs. They gave us the lower floor just so that I wouldn’t have any problems, they didn’t take rent.
We were barely getting by, we were having difficulty making a living, but now my husband’s impotence had been added to our problems. He was fucking once a month, every two months, hardly any trouble… and it was over in a flash. And last night, when he couldn’t do it, I got angry and sent him to the gym, he was afraid to take pills or something, he didn’t want to. He heard that there were side effects of a heart attack and so on. The coward is getting scared…to death…
When I think about my husband, I don’t even want to masturbate anymore. I got up, turned on the shower, rinsed off and left. While I was putting on my robe and drying my hair, I opened the curtain of the salon and looked at the street. As soon as I looked, a joy filled me. My brother-in-law’s luxury BMW with Dutch license plates was downstairs in front of the door. He’s here! My brother-in-law has arrived!
I hastily dried and blow-dried my hair, did my makeup. I wore my black underwear made of cut-out lace given by my sister, I wore my skirt above the knee, my blouse with an open collar. I put on my heeled slippers, took the key to their apartment that we had, and ran upstairs. I opened the door quietly. There was no one around. I looked through the December door of the bedroom, my brother-in-law was lying on his back on the bed, asleep.
He had only on shorts… His broad chest with little hair was slowly descending and rising as he breathed… I looked at his December lips, his handsome hard-lined face, his long eyelashes. He had one arm curled up at the elbow, his hand was on the pillow. His biceps were stretched, his muscles looked great Nov. Her flat stomach, muscular legs… Offf… I took my hand in front of me through the thin fabric of the skirt and stroked it.
I was jealous of my sister once again at that moment… Fuck the money stamp, she grabbed that statue-like man, bitch… What the fuck is she fucking my sister, I sighed. My eye caught on the puffiness on the front of your shorts. He was moving slightly, the bump… Is he dreaming or what?
The devil says, get naked, go to bed with your brother-in-law… Caress him caressingly wake him up. If he wakes up and sees me in this state… what would he do? Does he want me? Will he lay down and fuck a beauty? Or are they buckets? I don’t know… there’s also being embarrassed. Call eating a bitch stamp…
Let’s see if he wants me? Okay, he always says he likes it, compliments, but… After all, my sister’s husband… Oh, if he wanted to… If he said ok… I wouldn’t think about big sister, nor morality, nor incest… As long as he fucks me… Once… Once, Even that’s enough for me…
Looking at my brother-in-law, I got wet caressing and caressing myself thoroughly… He moved at that time, turned on his side. I was scared, took a step back and went to the kitchen. He was probably about to wake up, I should have made his breakfast. I immediately started working quietly.
It had been over half an hour when he appeared at the kitchen door in his only shorts… staring at me with sleepy eyes. So I looked at him, saying good morning. As soon as I looked, the swollen dick in front of me caught my attention.
“You have taken the trouble, sister-in-law, health to your hand…” he said when he saw the breakfast table I had prepared…
“What’s the trouble, uncle?” I was able to say. I tried to take my eyes off my brother-in-law and looked at his face. The man had seen where I was looking… Oh my God…
“I’ll take a shower and come right away… We met with friends at night, we took a head. I came home against the morning… I’ll wake up in the shower.” so he went to the bathroom.
A little later, he came out wearing his sweatpants, smelling of shampoo, sat down at the table. I had set up the table. I put his tea in, we sat down and started breakfast.
“Thank you, sister-in-law! You made a very nice breakfast!” said.
“Oh, what have I done, brother-in-law, bon appetit!I said.
We have breakfast, drink tea, and talk about the weather, family, friends. Then the subject was opened from his brother-in-law, because he worked hard and received little money.
“Oh, uncle, oh, I wish I had gone to someone in a good situation, we barely get along well!” i was telling my brother-in-law about my troubles or something… my brother-in-law also,
“Oh Rose ah… Girl, you wanted to marry that guy yourself, otherwise I would have married you to a friend in the Netherlands!” said. My eyes are full,
“Whatever you say, you’re right, uncle… I know it was me who wanted this, but I loved him… then I didn’t know that these situations would be like this!”
“Anyway, don’t worry about the money problem, sister-in-law, I’ll tell your sister, she’ll send you reinforcements every month!” His thoughtful gesture made me both happy and sad. I couldn’t resist, I slipped out of my mouth, twisting my neck,
“Ahh, I wish it was just the money, brother-in-law!” i said, I fell silent at the last moment… He was curious, uncle, he looked at my face,
“What else is the matter with you?”
Even though I said, ”Never mind uncle…” or something, he insisted that I tell him. He came at me. I was also forced, a little embarrassed,
“I don’t know how to tell uncle, your brother-in-law can’t do the other job anymore. He approaches me once a month, every two months!” I said, “I started sobbing. He was very surprised. After throwing off his astonishment, he pulled his chair next to mine and held my head and rested it on his shoulder with a fatherly demeanor,
“Okay, baby, don’t cry… I’ll do everything I can for you, for your husband, we’ll take care of it! Don’t upset yourself so much… That’s enough…” he was trying to calm me down… Tears were falling from my eyes, but on the one hand, the puffiness on the front of his tracksuit downstairs caught my attention. I was in a very strange situation. My head is on your shoulder, our legs are touching each other, the sweet smell of men makes the pole of my nose ache. We’re so close… He started stroking my hair, I melted,
“All right, sister-in-law, don’t cry anymore, dear!” he said again in that calming voice… I slowly withdrew, but as I withdrew, he was on his cock again, standing up in the swell in front of my eyes.
“I’ll freshen up the tea, uncle…” I got up saying. I brought the tea and sat down again.
We sipped our tea without talking. For a while, there was no sound from him, nor from me… what was going through his mind, if I only knew… I told him my condition, my pure state, so I wrote you… my letter. My husband’s dick doesn’t get up, he can’t fuck me. He said he’ll take care of it. I won’t be sad. What could be the solution to this… since my husband can’t lift his dick… shouldn’t you find me a cure, brother-in-law? If you would do me a favor… Look, we’re alone at home… One you, one me… Offf… Brother-in-law… Oh brother-in-law… Finally,
“Sister-in-law, I don’t understand, young man, what is wrong with this guy? And when he came to the word, no one does it better than him!” he said. I sighed,
“So it is, brother-in-law… He does everything with words, but there is no execution!I said. He looked at my face,
“And how can you stand it, sister-in-law? Well, if I don’t make your sister for two days, she’ll get on top of me, she’ll scold me terribly!” said.
“What can I do, brother-in-law? I have to try to accept my fate. I can’t stand it either, but should I do it with guys passing by on the street and be a bitch? How lucky my sister is to have married you! I wish I was me instead of my sister!” then my eyes filled up again, I started crying… He gently nestled next to me again,
”Don’t cry, dear, if you want to…” he said and fell silent, he couldn’t get the rest of the sentence out. I looked up and looked at my brother-in-law’s face. It seemed to me as if his face was flushed… Oh god… Or? I looked into your eyes,
“Yes, brother-in-law, me?” I was able to say.
He said, ”If you want…”, but he was stuck and couldn’t finish the sentence. But he was looking at me so… he was looking so fucking hard, I knew what he meant right away,
“How could I not, brother-in-law? It’s been exactly three months since I touched your brother-in-law’s hand!” I said and suddenly clung to your lips.
At first, we were both afraid and shy when we kissed. But after 4-5 minutes, my brother-in-law was kissing me like crazy. He threw his hand over my blouse to my breasts, squeezed my stony breasts in the palms of his hands. I groaned with pleasure.
“Oh sister-in-law… These are steeper, bigger than your sister’s breasts… How long have I been consoling myself with the dream of them!” he said “and took off my blouse in one move. He freed my breasts from my lace bra and started licking, sucking. So I put my hands between my brother-in-law’s hair, while pressing his Decapitated head to my breasts,
“Oohhh… Do you know, uncle, how many times I’ve touched myself thinking about this moment too! You’ve always been my dream, I’ve always wanted you!” i was moaning and murmuring while my breasts were being kissed and smelled… On the one hand, he put his hand under my skirt, squeezed my wide hips often, stroked my pussy over my panties, caressing a state.
