The Sister-In-Law: Hot Bed, Hot Trouble

"Don't keep prodding me with your rod, Chase. It's itchy…"

In a northeastern village, I am in bed with my wife and the rest of her family.

My wife, Dakota Allen, and her younger sister, Yvette Allen, sleep on each of my sides.

Yvette sleeps with her back to me, and her backside presses against the front of my body. Her body has just developed into maturity, so her round buttocks are firm and supple.

They set ablaze the primal heat that stirs within me.

Unbelievably, she seems to have started enjoying my prodding. Dakota is sleeping just behind me. I cannot hold it in much longer…

My name was Chase Campbell. I was born and raised in the South, yet I had married a woman from the Northeastern valleys.

My wife, Dakota Allen, suggested that we go to her hometown to celebrate New Year's Day this year. We had been married for several years, and we had gone to my place every previous New Year. So, she insisted on going back to her parents' home at least once.

Winters in the Northeast were especially cold. Heavy snow drifted outside, while the fireplace inside the house burned hot.

What surprised me was that there was only one fireplace in Dakota's home. So, the entire family often crowded in the living room to sleep at night.

People in the rural Northeast were very hospitable. As soon as my in-laws saw me arrive, they slaughtered a hen just to cook a feast for me. Soon, steaming dishes filled the table that was set up on the heater platform.

Dakota's younger sister, Yvette Allen, was very thoughtful. She served me a bowl of cream of chicken soup. Her fingers brushed lightly across the back of my hand. Her skin felt unbelievably soft against mine.

I looked up at her. It had been several years since I last saw her. I hadn't expected that the little girl from back then had now grown into a young woman.

She looked fresh and vivacious, and I found her extremely adorable. Her figure had developed perfectly. Even when she was wrapped in a thick coat, the full curves of her chest were still visible.

When she realized that our hands had touched briefly, she lowered her head shyly. Her fair cheeks flushed crimson right away. She looked just like Dakota when we had first met.

However, by then, we had already been married for years. So, the passion from our youth was long gone.

I asked my in-laws, "Yvette should be 18 by now, right? Is she going to college this year?"

Hearing my concern, Yvette had a faint smile on her lips.

My mother-in-law, Ginger Grant, put down her fork and said, "Yvette is 19 this year. She didn't get into college last year, so she stayed home for a year. We're planning to send her to the city to work. She isn't as lucky as her sister, who got to marry such a good man