Sweet, Sweet Temptation

A while ago, my sister-in-law, Annie Larsson, who is in her senior year of high school, came over to stay with us during her summer break.

The well-developed young woman's daily outfit consists of a camisole and tiny shorts. She doesn't even wear a bra. When she walks or sits, her bust always looks perky. She has a slim, curvy waist, and her butt is always arched alluringly.

Any man would have dirty thoughts about her, especially me, her lecherous brother-in-law who dares to act on his lewd impulses.

The term "sister-in-law" is simply too tempting to me.

"Michael, it's my first time. Go easy on me…"

Deep into the night, a young woman dressed in nothing but socks knelt before me, her face flushed as she stared at me with her glistening eyes.

"Shh. Take it like a good girl…" I said, sliding my fingers into her wet mouth.

She sucked on them obediently, her tongue greedily dancing around my fingertips. Quiet whimpers escaped from her throat. That was probably the most melodious sound a woman could make.

My name was Michael Jones, and I had tied the knot not long ago. Once, my wife's sister, Annie Larsson, came to Geordan during her summer break and temporarily stayed at our place.

In the height of summer, she wore a thin camisole and tiny shorts every day, not even bothering with a bra. When she walked and sat, her breasts always looked perky.

Her thin waist was enticing to look at, and her round, soft butt was always arched in a seductive curve. No man could keep his thoughts straight, especially not someone like me, who was both bold and dirty-minded.

The fact that she was my wife's sister made the whole fantasy even more appealing.

Sometimes, I would take advantage of her by teasing her—brushing against her chest, touching her butt, pinching her waist, and, naturally, admiring those long, slim legs.

At one point, I came to realize Annie's Achilles' heel. When she was being dominated, she couldn't bring herself to fight back and could only take it quietly.

Once, I went into the bathroom for a shower and found a pair of panties she had forgotten to put away. I was just holding and admiring them when she suddenly snatched them and held them against her chest, as if she were protecting them.

I pretended to seize them, only to hold onto her smooth breasts instead. She always wore a thin camisole at home without a bra, so it felt just like touching flesh. Reluctant to let go, I played with her softness again.

Annie was stunned for a solid few seconds. When she saw that I was aroused, she gasped and quickly bolted out of the bathroom, her face burning.

And so, after a few attempts, I could almost feel myself consumed by lust.

I quickly finished my shower and returned to my bedroom with my hardness. Seeing that my wife, Britney Larsson, was already sleeping on