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Stuart hated his sister-in-law, but could a weekend alone with her change his mind?
Jill's Older Sister
If there is anything better than leaving work early on a Friday afternoon in July, maybe it's knowing that you have the house to yourself for the whole weekend. These few precious days had been marked on my calendar for over a month now. Not any calendar at home of course. Jill, my wife, would have had a bird if she ever caught me looking forward to anything that brought me joy. Why? Because my beloved spouse of 14 years is a vindictive, hypersensitive, control freak who has dedicated her married life to denying me even the smallest of pleasures. But then what the hell, no need to dwell on that now. She and our daughter were gone till Sunday and for the next 48 hours my time belonged only to me.I parked my car out on the street and sprinted up the stairs through my front door. Normally this was taboo: Jill insisted that I park in the alley that runs behind our house and use back door. (She claimed that too many coming and goings at the front of the house was a clear indication that the inhabitants were decidedly "lower-middle-class") I kicked off my shoes and left them in the hallway (another clear violation of the house rules), stopped to take a piss without the shutting the bathroom door (a divorce worthy offense) and shed my suit, leaving it in a heap on the floor of my bedroom (yes Jill, I was born in a barn). Shit, was I ever having fun. And the weekend had barely begun.
I rooted out my grubbiest T-shirt and most faded shorts and slipped them on. The only thing left was to make myself a sandwich, grab a cold bottle of Bud and make my way out to the pool in the backyard. Feeling so upbeat, I briefly considered going into Jill's exquisitely fussy and over-decorated bedroom (yes, we slept in separate rooms) and move some of her knick-knacks around. That would drive her nuts, but I was already pushing my luck and thought better of it. And in any case, even if I got away with it, the change in her carefully contrived environment was likely enough to put her off sex for the next 4 or 5 months. Not that we did it all that often - once every other month if I was very lucky. But I had no desire to screw with even this level of frequency.
Things weren't always like this between Jill and I. Sure, she probably was always the same person deep down. But the cute little dirty blonde dynamo I met in college at least used to enjoy sex. Then, like today, she knew what she wanted and had no compunction about going out and getting it. We first met up on one of those university ski-trips. If you're unfamiliar with these college standbys, the formula goes something like this: get a busload of horny college kids, jam them into as few condo's as possible, add copious amounts of vodka and beer then sit back and let nature run her course. Jill didn't know me, but I knew her - everyone knew Jill whether they wanted to or not. She was one of the organizers of the trip and spent most of the weekend compulsively ensuring everyone was having a good time.
You could say that I ended up as one of her "special projects". What can I say, I'm not that good in social situations. By nature I'm a fairly quiet guy and keep to myself most of the time. I know that my demeanor puts off some people, they confuse my shyness with aloofness. But nothing could be further from the truth. I really didn't want anyone looking after me, but Jill wasn't the kind to take no for an answer. For two solid days she fluttered around introducing me to women. All for naught, though. I knew full well from experience that I was never going to talk a woman into bed. However, if Jill was ever exasperated by my repeated failures she never let on.
When I look back at what happened next I usually can't help but laugh. Some might characterize what she did next as a charity fuck. But anybody who says that doesn't know Jill very well. Jill isn't much for charity, but she sure is hell bent on getting her own way. She took my inability to get laid as a failure on her part - a failure she was perfectly willing to rectify. On the last night of the trip I decided to slip away from the increasingly rambunctious party and make my way back to my assigned bedroom. By this time I was exhausted by Jill's attentions and figured I would let both of us off the hook for at least one evening. I was on the floor in my sleeping bag, just about to nod off, when I heard someone enter the room. I could barely make out the figure of Jill slipping in, quietly closing the door behind her. At first I figured she was here to ball me out, so I offered up an excuse to keep me in her good books:
"Jill, I appreciate everything you're doing for me, but I think maybe I picked up some kind of bug. What do you say we take the night off and let me get some sleep?"
She whispered back: "Don't be so stupid. We both know what a lost cause you are. Now just shut up and enjoy."
With that she leaned over and locked the door. She moved over in front of the window and was instantly and gloriously silhouetted against the moonlight streaming into the room. She pulled off her fashionable ski sweater and kicked off her jeans. Resplendent in a matching pair of white panties and tank top she looked ravishing. Though Jill is quite petite, barely 5 feet tall, there is nothing petite about her curves. Her breasts, though small by most standards, actually look plump and full when contrasted against her teenager-like frame. Through the thin cotton of the t-shirt material I could discern her nipples becoming erect. She was possessed enough not to rush the moment, giving me ample time to devour her with my eyes as the reality of what was happening began to make itself known to my hardening cock. As she wiggled out of the tank top, she fixed her eyes upon me and the corners of her mouth curled up into a shy grin:
"Are you enjoying yourself Stuart? Maybe you want to strip down and unzip your sleeping bag."
Wordlessly I complied, kicking off my shorts and letting my very erect dick spring free. Jill continued undressing by slowly relieving herself of those sheer panties - the dark triangle between her legs now drawing all my attention. She tiptoed over to my prone body as I opened up my sleeping bag for her. She crawled in and stretched out next to me as I felt her lithe body make contact against me. I moaned a little and gave an involuntary shudder. Jill proceeded to rub herself slowly against me. Her naturally firm breasts started at my chest and caressed their way down to my groin before slowly making their way back up my torso. The sensation was incredible and she kept this up until I thought I was in danger of cumming all over her stomach. But she stopped just in time, choosing instead to make some more definitive contact. She grabbed my cock with both hands, holding me firmly, while she began to pepper my shoulders and neck with very erotic little kisses. I reached over and cupped her small but nicely rounded ass in my hands. She responded by squeezing my cock tighter and working her kisses up my chin to my waiting mouth.
We stayed in this embrace for I don't know how long. Though not a virgin by any means, my past fumbling experiences with sex had left me unprepared for the onslaught of sensations and emotions that were now overwhelming me. I guess I had started to buck insistently in her hands:
"Slow down there Stu, we've got lots of time. Don't get impatient on me now."
With that comment she disappeared into the sleeping bag. The next thing I knew she was licking my cock, teasing it really. She flicked her tongue randomly up and down my shaft, occasionally kissing the tip and then dragging her full wet lips back and forth across my hardness. I lay back, almost afraid that she was going to stop. Then, ever so slowly, those enticing lips engulfed me. As I entered her mouth I could feel her tongue continuing to flick around the bulging head of my cock. She began to bob up and down, taking most of me within her mouth. Little by little she began to pick up the tempo. Within a very short time I was past the point of return. I whispered to her that I was about to orgasm and she pulled away, letting me explode all over the sleeping bag.
"My turn now Stu."
She crawled out of the sleeping bag and made her over to one of the empty beds in the room. She sat down on the edge of the mattress and let her legs dangle below her. She was rubbing her breasts as she spread her legs for me, beckoning me forward with her eyes. I crawled over and kneeled down on the carpet between her taut thighs, her glistening pussy a few short inches away from my face. Maybe I was showing some reluctance, but goodness knows I wanted to dive in - wanted to lick and taste her. No, the real problem was my lack of experience. I had never done this before and I was at a loss as to where to start. She seemed to sense this, though, and put me at ease:
"Don't worry Stuart, I will tell you exactly what I want. Just do what I say."
She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to her. She was as good as her word, guiding me along as I began to kiss and lick that gorgeous little pussy. She kept up a running commentary, letting me know when even the smallest changes were required in either tempo or placement:
"........that's it Stu, now press harder with your tongue.....good, a little faster now......... Oh, not too fast Stu,....... that's right now....... Keep it up, your doing fine............now run your tongue up to my clit............"
I did exactly as instructed, all the while her smell and taste were driving me to abandon. But Jill remained assuredly in control, never letting my enthusiasm interfere with what she wanted. She climaxed with a couple of muffled orgasms and we collapsed together back on my sleeping bag. We held each other and I was hoping that after a short rest we would go a little further. But Jill told me she needed to get back to the party. She got dressed and with that she was gone.
To make a long story short, I guess you could say things developed from there. To my surprise, Jill looked me up once we got back on campus. It took a few months before we engaged in a repeat performance, but soon after we were an item and for the first time in my life I had regular sex to look forward to. Jill was still Jill though, and the price for this perk was the never-ending pressure she exerted on me to do things her way. By the start of the next school year, at her insistence, I changed my major from geography to economics (I had vague ideas about becoming a city planner, but she said that would entail becoming a civil servant - a fate worse than death.) I continued to acquiesce to her plans and ended up getting an MBA. We were married the summer after I finished grad school.
As I stood at the kitchen counter, preparing the sandwich I had promised myself, I couldn't help but notice that things were getting pretty snug in my shorts. So I reached down and gave myself a satisfying tug. Despite the nagging harpy that Jill had become, there was no doubt she had (and has) the power to turn me on. Too bad we have sex so infrequently now, which makes me wonder why I never left her. But then Jill has always been pretty shrewd in how far she pushes me; wisely staying well clear of my relationship with our now not so little girl and never begrudging me the 70 hour weeks I regularly put in at work. Though I may have started my career with a certain amount of reluctance, I soon found myself loving the business world. I was good at it too; no doubt the years with Jill had toughened me up. And in any case she loved the money I made. She was free to join useless social committees and plan never ending renovations to our overly fashionable house.
With my sandwich done, I grabbed a beer and made my way out to the pool - boner and all. The pool was another one of Jill's projects. I resisted at first, correctly guessing that building it was just another ostentatious way to announce to our neighbors exactly how well off we were. My objections were ignored, though, and Jill got what she wanted in the end. However, this is one fight I am now glad I lost. Once it was completed, Jill never made use of the pool - or the incredibly expensive cedar deck that surrounded it. She couldn't swim very well and I suspected she was uneasy being close to the water. This was great for me, though, as the pool became one of my sanctuaries - the only place outside of the downstairs TV room where I could relax away from Jill's suffocating presence.
Balancing both beer and sandwich in one hand, I opened the sliding glass doors and stepped out onto the deck. Something was odd though. Some of the deck chairs were out of place. I stopped and looked around when all of a sudden I saw some movement out of the corner of my eye. Off to the side and away from the pool I could make out the figure of someone reclining in a lounger. I couldn't see who, though, as their back was to me. At first I figured it had to be Jill, but with closer inspection I realized that this person was too tall and too brunette to be my diminutive wife. I was contemplating my next move when the figure turned around and spoke:
"Oh, hi there Stuart. I was wondering when you would get home. Hey, what's that in your shorts? Oh, poor Stuie. You've been thinking about moi again, haven't you? Really, someday you are going to have to give up this sexual fascination you seem to have with me. Honestly dear, nothing can ever come of it. Now, if you're not too busy, would you mind going back inside and getting me a glass of Chardonnay. And don't bother with that swill you seem to prefer. I brought my own bottle and it's chilling in the fridge."
And with that Vivian turned back around.
FUCK! What was she doing here, this simply could not be happening. I wish it were Jill sitting there. In fact I wish it were anybody: just not my wife's ball breaking older sister. SHIT! What did I do to deserve this; what horrible sin did I commit that now requires retribution in the form of this evil spawn of Satan. Sure, Jill is no prize. But when compared to Vivian, Jill is a pussycat with a bit of a mean streak. When it comes to making those around you feel less than worthless, Jill can't even hold a candle to her older sister. Vivian is and will always be the undisputed queen of stone cold nastiness: "a bitch without peer" is how her second husband referred to her after the divorce.
I lowered my sandwich to hide my still semi-erect dick and barked: "What the fuck are you doing here? Jill and Lindsay have gone to the city for the weekend and nobody told me anything about visitors."
Vivian just laughed and spoke without bothering to face me "Stuart, Stuart. Like you would have any say even if someone told you. No, this has been planned for a couple of weeks. I'm having my place fumigated and Jill graciously offered up her bedroom for the weekend to keep me safe from all those nasty sprays. I'm not surprised she didn't tell you, though. Just look how emotional you are. Now, how about that glass of wine?"
I stood there for a few seconds, frozen with fury and embarrassment. I took a couple of deep breaths and decided to keep my feelings to myself. There was no telling what I would say or do in the mood I now found myself in. I turned on my heel, went inside and made my way downstairs to the TV room. I had to get my thoughts together. I couldn't believe she was here, and I was livid that she had caught me with an erection. I was just like her not to let something like that pass. Dammit, why does it always work out this way between the two of us? Just once I would like something to hold over her, something that could melt that disapproving, upper-crust façade she wore with such practiced ease.
Thrice divorced, Vivian had ensured that each one of her "victims" brought her more wealth and (in a perverted way I will never understand) more social status. Of course, she had no problem using each of these assets as weapons: means to toy with and belittle those around her. Really, I could write books on all the ways my sister-in-law has tormented me over the years. I would probably start with the way she sabotaged my membership hopes at a golf club I had spent years trying to gain entry into: after a handful of futile attempts, one of the members finally took pity on me and explained how Vivian had used her nebulous connections with the membership committee to ensure I never got past the final vote. I would then go on to detail how she screwed me out of a birthday surprise I had planned for my daughter: back before the money really started rolling in, I saved for a full year to buy Lindsay a horse - I had my heart set on this and everyone except my daughter knew what I was up to. Then, the day before Lindsay's birthday, Vivian shows up with (you guessed it) a pony I could never hope to afford and pre-paid lessons at the most exclusive stable in town. I would also be remiss if I didn't mention the numerous times she has blatantly tried to split me and Jill up: Vivian has never been shy about telling anyone who will listen what worthless husband I make and how Jill could do a lot better. Sometimes I think the only reason I have stayed with Jill so long is to spite Vivian - preventing her the one victory she would dearly love to lord over me.
If this litany of abuse doesn't justify the hatred I have for my sister-in-law, I don't know what does. And this is just the start. I could go on and on. But as I sat there downstairs staring at the blank TV, sulking in the only comfortable chair in the entire house, I had to admit to myself the real reason I couldn't stand her. Despite all the cruel things she has done, despite every venomous barb directed by her at me, the force of my anger toward this woman actually had its genesis in the events of a weekend now 14 years in the past.
Though Jill and I were together for almost 4 years before our wedding, the only family I had ever met were her parents - and that was when they came out west to see Jill graduate from university. I knew Jill also had a sister, and I knew she was married to some rich guy from Germany (Vivian's first marriage), but Jill seldom mentioned her and I couldn't have cared less. We planned to have our wedding back in Maine, figuring that if Jill's parents were going to put up the bucks, the least we could do is have the ceremony close to their home. We arrived a couple of weeks before the wedding and made our way to my soon to be in-law's swank beach house. The next week was a whirl of social engagements whose only purpose, as far as I could tell, was to test the outer limits of my boredom quotient. Jill was in her element, though, and was eating up all the attention being lavished on her. I, on the other hand, was surviving on pure grit. And by the weekend I had reached my limit. I think Jill sensed this as well, deciding that my gloomy presence was only going to weigh her down at the evening's planned cocktail party:
"You know Stuart, Vivian is supposed to get in tonight. Probably pretty late. It might be nice if someone was here when she arrived."
Music to my ears, finally an out. Trying desperately not to look too eager, I offered to make the sacrifice and stay home for the sake of this woman I had never met. Jill flashed me a look that told me in no uncertain terms that she wasn't buying the attitude and would be exacting a steep price in the near future for her graciousness. I didn't care though, at that point no price seemed to steep. Finally I had some time to myself. For the first time in a week I felt able to take a deep breath, free from all the feigned politeness and superficial niceties that seemed to underlie these plastic affairs. The beach house really was incredible; the wall facing the ocean was constructed almost entirely of glass. The resulting effect was quite dramatic: as long as you were in the kitchen, dining room or living room, you felt as if you were on the beach. But I had no intention of hanging around. As soon as the cars left, I made my way down to the water line and started walking. I had wanted to do this for a full week and was only now getting the opportunity.
I couldn't have been any happier, the salt air was invigorating and the feeling of wet sand under my feet took me back to my boyhood in Oregon. I could've gone on like this for miles, which is what I just about did. By the time night had fallen, I finally remembered why I had been granted this reprieve. Vivian was due any time now and I needed to get back to the house. I turned around and started to hustle back. It was pretty dark, only the lights from all the beach houses told me I was making any progress. Finally at about eleven, I spotted my in-law's place and made my way up to the patio outside the living room. Instantly I saw that I was too late. A woman was standing in the living room, staring out through the massive windows.
"Shit, I hope she isn't looking for me", I thought.
When I got about ten feet away from her I waved my hand, looking for a response - a response that was not forthcoming. Puzzled for a second, I quickly realized that she wasn't looking out through the glass. She was in fact staring at herself. She was using the reflection in the windows as a mirror. Of course. It was a moonless pitch-black night and all the lights were on inside. No one standing in the living room had any chance of seeing anything outside - as long as there were no lights on outside, their vision would be too obscured by the reflection in the glass. Not wanting to go inside flustered, I took a couple seconds to rest and figure out how I should make an entrance. I didn't want to just walk in on her, she had never seen me before and would likely freak out if I just barged in through the patio door. Maybe it was better if I went around to the other side of the house and knocked on the front door. It should have been an easy decision, but the problem was that I was considering a third option as well. You see, Vivian was a stunner. Standing here just a few feet away, I was getting an unimpeded chance to unashamedly check her out. I had seen pictures of her before, but for some reason they had never made a distinct impression on me. Hard to know what I was thinking as this woman was utterly gorgeous. I could make out the similarities between her and Jill. The nose and chins were the same. But that is where all comparisons ended. Vivian was at least 6 inches taller than her younger sister and had raven black hair. She had full pouty lips and the largest greenest eyes I had ever seen. And her body was amazing: long shapely legs framed perfectly by a too short skirt and large full breasts that her stylish jacket had difficulty constraining. As I continued to stare, still trying to figure out what I was going to do, when she made up my mind for me. I guess no one told her that I was supposed to be here waiting for her. She was under the impression that she had the house to herself. She walked over to her suitcases, still piled up next to the door, and began to rummage around for something. After a minute or two she pulled out a one-piece bathing suit. It was a warm night and she had traveled all day to get here. I guess she wanted to indulge in a midnight swim before heading off to bed.
At this point I should have sprinted to the front door and made my entrance - or at the very least chosen option 1 and barged in through the patio entranceway. I knew I had no business out here. But I couldn't help myself. I was already hard, actually I was very hard. Jill had cut me off when we got engaged - deciding that with a little abstinence we could make our honeymoon something very special. Nice idea, I guess. But come on, it had been over 6 months since we had last had sex. Too say that I was horny was a huge understatement. No, I was staying right where I was.
Vivian returned to her place at the window, kicked off her high heel shoes and began to remove her sheer black stockings. I watched spellbound as her slightly tanned thighs came into view. She removed her suit coat and began to undo her silk blouse. With me hanging on every button, it seemed to take forever. I guess the combination of lust and anticipation were warping my sense of time. When she finally let the blouse fall to the floor I knew I was way past doing the right thing. Her breasts were straining at the lacy white bra she had on, pushing her tits together so that her cleavage seemed enormous. She unzipped her skirt and let that fall to the floor to join the discarded blouse. She had on the skimpiest panties, sheer and lacy as well. Through them I could barely discern the outline of her pubic hair. This whole time I had a hold on my incredibly erect cock, clutching and grabbing myself through my nylon running shorts. I couldn't believe I was watching this, so close and in so much detail. Vivian then pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. She stood upright and seemed to spend some time examining herself. She had to like what she was seeing, the crop of hair surrounding her pussy was trimmed nicely and seemed to wedge comfortably between her legs in a perfect V. She did a slow pirouette for herself and I got my first real glance at her ass. And what an ass it was: round, full and with a hint of muscularity that only enhanced the form. Finally she removed her tits from their silk prison. What can I say; these breasts were perfect in every detail. Her tits were even larger than I thought and hung with a slight natural sag that I found intoxicating. The areolas around her nipples were almost saucer like in size and very dark in color. She fondled herself softly, seeming to take pleasure in the freedom her breasts now enjoyed. Again she stopped to examine herself in the windows. It was uncanny how she could be completely naked a few feet in front of me, yet be so unaware of my presence. By the time she began to put on her bathing suit, I had already lost all self-control. My shorts were pushed down to my knees and I was furiously pumping myself with my right hand. I closed my eyes and arched my back - ready to cum, steadying myself against the patio railing with my free left hand.
At that moment I heard a very loud SNAP as the railing gave way from my weight. I came out of my pre-orgasmic trance and opened my eyes to see that Vivian too had heard the sound of the breaking wood. Stunned for a second, it took me a moment to realize the imminent danger I was now in. I fumbled in vain, trying to get my shorts pulled up. But I was too late. Vivian, now dressed in her one piece, lurched forward and flicked on the outside lights. Instantly I was bathed in blinding illumination, shorts still at my knees, while my erect cock gave all the evidence anyone needed to know what I had been up to. I stood there stupidly, the both of us looking at each other. I pulled my shorts up and tried to make my way to the patio door. But Vivian was ahead of me, getting there first and locking it. Then she made for the phone in the kitchen. I sprinted around to the front door, dashed inside and stopped her just as she started dialing 9-1-1. She clocked me across my jaw with the cordless phone and started to dial again. Frantically I blurted out who I was.
That stopped her. She gave me a quizzical look and then, somewhat surprisingly, she started to laugh. At first I was relieved. Thoughts of a tearful conversation with Jill from a jail cell began to recede from my mind. But Vivian kept on laughing. There I was, on my butt on the kitchen floor, rubbing my sore jaw while this goddess towered over me - laughing with abandonment at my predicament. Slowly I got up and my sense of relief began to dissolve into debilitating waves of shame and embarrassment. Vivian saw this and only laughed harder. I attempted an explanation, but the words became stuck in my throat as the futility of an excuse became apparent. Finally she spoke up:
"Boy, does Jill know how to pick a winner. You really are quite a catch, aren't you Stuart. Well, I'm going to have a swim. Maybe that will give you enough time to finish off what you started on the patio."
With that she grabbed a towel and made her way out to the patio and down to the beach. From the darkness that enveloped her, I could still hear the laughing.
I don't know how I made it through the next week. As maid of honor, Vivian was with us constantly. Her smiles and knowing looks reminded me everyday what an ass I had made of myself. I was fearful that she would use the incident to ruin the wedding, something she actually threatened to do once when we found ourselves alone. In the end she didn't share my embarrassment with Jill, but I am pretty sure she didn't entirely keep it to herself. In the receiving line after the ceremony, I couldn't help but notice the snide smirks worn by some of the guests when they got to me.
And now here I am, 14 years on and those knowing smiles still burn me. Burned then, and I'm still getting burned now. How could I have let Vivian catch me like that - both then and today? There was no winning with that woman and in truth I really didn't feel like putting up much of a fight. I turned on the TV and flicked mindlessly back and forth looking for something to keep my mind off that witch upstairs. I finally settled on an old John Wayne movie, and spent the rest of the evening nursing my wounds.
I got up early the next morning and put in 18 holes before getting back to the house at about noon. When I didn't see any sign of Vivian I started to get my hopes up. Maybe she wasn't planning to stay the whole weekend. Maybe she had decided to go torment some other poor soul. But those hopes were quickly dashed as I noticed her black Jaguar pulling in out back. I resolved to ignore to her, no law saying I had to give her an opening. She plunked down a bag on the counter and invited me to help myself to some fresh bagels.
"No thanks", I replied icily.
She chirped back: "Come on Stu, let's call a truce for the next couple of days. You know you want one, I even got some lox. Come on, don't be mad about what I said yesterday. What did you want me to do, just ignore the state you were in. You have to learn to loosen up honey."
My lack of humor was a common target for her scorn, and it bugged me that she was reverting to this theme. Against my better judgment I spat back:
"Look it Vivian, I can take a joke as well as the next guy. But something about you just seems to suck the fun out everything you come into contact with. But I don't want to get into that. What's really bugging me is why you're here at all. Since when did you feel the need to spend some time with me? Don't you have a condo in down in San Francisco. Why can't you go there. Why fuck-up my weekend when you could be living large in the city?"
Vivian looked at me funny, sighed, and answered: "Well, what I'm about to say will probably make your day, but what the hell - you're bound to find out anyway. It seems as if my financial position has taken a hit as of late. Apparently all those sure fire stocks my financial advisor had me invest in turned out to be worthless. This is embarrassing to admit, but I actually had to sell the condo. Who knows, I might even have to get married again. It's all so humiliating. So you see Stu, Jill really was doing me a favor by letting me stay here."
I couldn't help but smile as I heard this. Of coarse she dumped all her money in those bogus dot com money sinks. Her "financial advisor" was probably nothing but one of her slick divorce lawyers. And to make it all the sweeter, I couldn't help but compare her situation to how I was doing. Yes, boring old conservative Stuart was actually up a few dollars despite the recent downturn in the markets.
"See there Stuart, I actually made you smile. Now take my peace offering and lets call a truce."
I still didn't trust her, but I grabbed a bagel anyway and made my way chuckling out to the pool. Maybe this weekend wasn't such a bust after all.
I settled into a deck chair with the paper when things really started getting weird. Vivian came out a few minutes later with a cup of coffee for me. First bagels, then an unflattering confession and now she was actually serving me: either the universe had changed polarity overnight or she wanted something from me. I was betting on the latter. Vivian went back inside and left me alone with my thoughts for the next couple of hours. I figured I had better keep my guard up.
Finally, she emerged in one of Jill's housecoats, asking me if I wanted to join her for a swim. I declined politely, amazed that she would even extend an invitation. She stepped out of the housecoat and I noticed instantly she was wearing a bikini - and a revealing one at that. Goodness was she built. It amazed me she was now in her 40's. True, maybe her breasts sagged a little more and her hips might be carrying a few more inches. But I could honestly say that this only made her more desirable. She swam lazily, back and forth across the pool for the next half-hour. I tried to concentrate on some papers I brought home from work, but I was surreptitiously watching her the whole time. I made sure she didn't catch me though. I didn't want any repeats of the day before. She got out and went straight to the kitchen, returning with a beer for me and a glass of wine for herself. She then made a beeline for the hot tub to warm up.
"Come on Stu, keep me company."
"I can keep you company from here," I replied.
She sipped on her wine for a while, enjoying the jacuzzi. But I knew something else was up. Finally she spilled it:
"Stu, I need to talk to you about something. Why don't you take a break and bring your beer over here."
There it was. I knew today was about something other than good intentions. She wanted something and I was being buttered up. Guardedly, I took off my shirt and hopped in the hot tub with her. But before she could say anything I decided to hit her with a little speech I had been working on over the course of the afternoon:
"Now, before you say anything Vivian, let me just tell you that I know what this is about. You need some money and you are going to ask me for it. Well, I think you know that I have done pretty well over the last few years and I probably have enough cash lying around to get you up on your feet. But, there is no way you are ever going to see any of it. We both know how you have treated me over the years. You have left me with absolutely no desire to help you out. And a couple of bagels isn't likely to change things. Maybe if you hadn't tried so hard to get Jill to leave me, I might be a little more receptive to the idea of lending you some cash. But as things stand, you are never going to see any of my money."
I leaned back, arms folded self-righteously across my chest: quite satisfied with my little sermon. Vivian didn't say anything initially and just stared back at me blankly. But after a couple of moments she started giggling:
"How long have you been waiting to say something like that to me. It almost sounded rehearsed. Tell me you didn't plan that. No Stuart, I don't need your money. What a sweetie for thinking that though. Maybe I exaggerated the situation I am in, but the truth is I could lose ten times as much as I have this year and I would still have more money than you are ever going to see in your lifetime. Sure, I hired an incompetent broker. But believe me when I tell you that my divorce lawyers were the best money can buy - and given the settlements I received, they earned every cent. My only problem right now is that everything I have is either tied up in property or in complicated deals I don't understand. What I was looking for from you was a little advice. All I wanted was the name of a reputable money manager who could get my finances back in order. That's all. Sorry to disappoint you though."
Embarrassed, I mumbled the name a guy I knew and promised to give her his card before she left. This lady was pure teflon. I was convinced that nothing unpleasant had ever stuck to her. I finished my beer and made moves to get up. But my day of surprises was only beginning. Vivian reached over, grabbed my forearm and told me to sit down.
"One more thing Stuart. I have never tried to break you and Jill up."
I couldn't believe she said that. Maybe I read her money problems wrong, but no way was I going to let this pass:
"Oh, come on Vivian," I answered sharply. "You don't like me and you can't stand to see your little sister with someone you disapprove of. You been working away at my marriage since day one."
"No Stuart, you come on. Listen, if had really wanted you guys apart, all I had to do was tell Jill what happened that night at Mom and Dad's house before your wedding. Think about it, I never told a soul."
That hurt. I couldn't believe she had brought that up, to actually put that terrible evening out there in words so I could no longer pretend it didn't happen. I could sense myself getting in way over my head here. But she did have a point. Why didn't she tell Jill? I pondered this for a second, when Vivian spoke up again:
"You know what, I think it's time for me to dispel a few other myths for you. I like you Stuart. I have always liked you. Despite you lack of humor and your maddening aloofness, I have always been your biggest supporter in the family. Who else would put up and provide for someone like Jill. I know what a pain she is and I know how she treats you. But you have been there for her from day one. If I had to guess I would say that you have never even had an affair - though God knows nobody would condemn you for it if you did. I know you blame me for not getting into that golf club, but I had to do something. Joining those fools would have been disastrous for you career. What ambitious executive in their right mind joins a golf club that has a history of excluding blacks. Really, how did you ever get to be a Senior Vice-President? And I know that you have held a grudge every since I bought Lindsay that pony. But by the time I found out what you were up to I was left with no other choice. You don't buy a cheap thoroughbred that has been put out to pasture for an eight-year-old girl. That guy you were dealing with was stringing you along, Lindsay could have been killed trying to ride that brute.
Listen Stu, I'm not trying to pass myself off as a girl scout. I know you think of me as a gold-digger. And maybe I go to far teasing you sometimes - but then you really are a tempting target. There's something about that pompous countenance of yours that I just can't ignore. But I have never actually done you any harm. And I think it's about time you gave me some due."
With that Vivian sat back and just stared at me, defying me to dispute the truth of anything she had just said. I tried to come to terms with everything she had revealed, but it was all too much to take in. So I went with my first instinct: deny it all and go on the offense:
"Don't screw with me Vivian. I'm not buying any of it. Also, this whole sincerity thing really doesn't suit you. Honestly, you should go back to playing the snake. You make a better reptile than you do a human being."
Obviously at that moment this was not the thing to say. Vivian's green eyes flashed with unmistakable anger. I knew I had gone too far.
"Well fuck you too. Why don't we talk about the real reason you can't stand me? It has nothing to do things I've said or stuff I've done. You just can't stomach the fact that I caught you in such a compromising position all those years ago. Your precious dignity took such a blow that you still can't see past your embarrassment. Well it wasn't my fault you couldn't keep your cock in your shorts. Let's not kid ourselves - you want me so bad it still pains you to be in my company. And what's even more galling than the embarrassment you suffered is the fact that you can never have me. Well isn't that too bad for you. Maybe it's time you stopped acting like a pompous little hypocrite and learned to make do with my little sister."
Now it she that had gone too far. Up to this point I had worked to keep my emotions in check. But there was no way I was going to let her get away with what she had just said. Enraged, I spat back this lie to her:
"Poor misguided Vivian. You actually think I have spent all these years pining for you. Sorry to disappoint, but you really are not that special. Maybe 14 years ago you had some physical charms that I found somewhat attractive. But you flatter yourself if you think I could ever have a thing for you. Truthfully, I had almost forgotten about that incident until you brought it up this afternoon. I guess it must have had an impact on you, though. Maybe you're the one who needs to move on."
The effect this statement had on her was instantaneous. If she was pissed before, she was livid now. Her nostrils flared as she stood up and took a menacing step toward where I was sitting. I thought she was going to take a swing at me, so I stiffened slightly to keep my guard up. But instead of leaning back to slug me, she grabbed her bikini top and pulled it down to her waist - letting her breasts fall free just inches away from my face. She then pushed her bikini bottom to her knees, letting it disappear beneath the bubbling water and giving me an eyeful of her delicately trimmed pussy. She stood there for second, hands on her naked hips, staring down at me malevolently.
"Go ahead Stuart, tell me again how you don't want this - how you all but forgot what I have to offer. Go on and explain that you don't desperately want to fuck me and haven't wanted to fuck me everyday since that night. Not only are you a bad liar, you are a pathetic liar. So go ahead and take it in while you can, because you are going to have to live with the knowledge that this is as close as you are ever going to get to me."
That fucking bitch. I couldn't believe her nerve, couldn't believe her gall. She was so confident of herself, so fucking haughty as she lorded her naked self over me. Of course I wanted her. But no way would I admit to it - not with her standing over me like that. I decided that my best plan of action was to simply ignore her. I would climb out, calmly go inside and leave her to stew in the jacuzzi by herself. However, she was standing so close to me I had very little room to stand up. She wasn't budging, though. But then neither was I. So I stood up anyway and found myself face to face with her - her body now leaning inadvertently up against mine. I couldn't help but notice that her breasts were pressed into my chest. But even more alarming was the realization that my now very erect cock was pushing through my wet shorts and poking up against Vivian's smooth flat tummy.
We both stood there for a few moments - both still as angry as anything. But neither one of us could ignore the physical contact that now existed between us. If she had put up any kind of resistance I would have hopped out and conceded defeat. But she did nothing of the sort. In fact she seemed to move slightly closer to me, putting a little more pressure on my already blood-engorged penis. I don't know if this was a deliberate move on her part, but I reacted without thinking. I reached around and grabbed her curvaceous ass and pulled her closer to me, all the while grinding my cock into her. At the same moment I bent down and put as much of her right breast into my mouth as I could fit.
Vivian started to push me away, but then seemed to freeze with a low moan. She reached down and pushed my shorts down as far as she could. My cock now free sprang up to meet her waiting hand. She grabbed me tight and pulled my hardness to her pussy - rubbing herself with my cock as I continued to suck greedily on her massive tits. Within a minute or two we were both lost in an intense sexual frenzy. I couldn't pull her close enough, couldn't get enough of her in my mouth. My hands were all over her body: grabbing, rubbing and caressing. There was nothing tender about what we were engaged in, this was primal and intoxicatingly immediate. Soon I had my hand between her legs and was almost lifting her out of the water as I pressed her swollen pussy upwards. She had locked her mouth onto my neck and now had hold of my ass, pulling me closer and egging me on with groans of encouragement and pleasure. I grabbed her by the waist, lifted her up and sat her down on the edge of the hot tub. She spread her legs wide and I stepped in between them. Her eyes were still ablaze with emotion, but the anger had mostly given way to lust. I grabbed both of her breasts and pinched her nipples hard. She responded by crossing her legs behind me and pulling me toward her. Foreplay was now over; both of us needed me inside her.
My very erect cock was positioned perfectly at the right height to enter her. The lips of her pussy were swollen and spread invitingly apart. I stepped forward and she guided me in with her left hand. Instantly I was up to the hilt, all of me inside as her abundant lubrication ensured unhindered access. She leaned forward, kissed me a few times and then bit me hard on my lower lip - actually drawing a little blood. I found this both incredibly sexy and more than a little infuriating. I reacted instinctively by backing off for a second and then slamming myself forward as hard as I dared - once more sinking into her as far as I could. She threw her head back and begged me to do it again, while she locked her legs even tighter around me. Staring into each other's eyes, I started pumping in earnest. With every thrust she was there to meet me. Her ferocious gaze seemed to dare to me to go harder, to go faster. I obliged best I could and was soon in the throws of a very intense orgasm. I don't know if she came or not, but at that point I really didn't care.
With both of us momentarily spent, we just sort of froze in the position we were in. We were both still too overcome with raw emotion and adrenaline to engage in any kind of tenderness. She surprised me by moving back and getting to her feet. Before I knew it she turned and ran into the house. I watched as her magnificent ass retreated from me and disappeared through the patio doors. Still horny, I got up and followed her in - but I didn't see any sign of her. Hearing something, I followed the sound upstairs into Jill's bedroom. I stepped in, but still didn't see Vivian anywhere. Just then something pushed me hard from behind and I fell onto Jill's bed in response to the blow. Vivian was there looking down at me, eyes still ablaze and maybe even more pissed off than ever:
"Hey asshole, who gave you the right to do that? Don't you even think of ever touching me again."
I felt my anger bubble up once more, pissed that she would hit from behind and pissed that she would blame me for what had just happened between us. I darted over and grabbed her by the leg, pulling her fighting form closer and eventually throwing her onto the bed with me. Furious, she slapped me across my face. I grabbed both her wrists and pinned them to the bed. With me now straddling her, I noticed that I had become hard again - very hard. I looked down at her and said:
"You are going to pay for that. And for your information, I have just begun to touch you. Now, put me in your mouth and start sucking."
Even as these events were unfolding, I was surprised to hear something like that come out of my mouth. And for a second I wavered, thinking I had gone too far. But with my command I felt some of the fight go out of Vivian. I got off her and she began to lower herself to my crotch. When she seemed to pause for a second in reluctance, I grabbed her head and made sure her mouth continued it's journey downward. She enveloped me with her warm lips, sucking and licking my hardness with increasing abandon. I felt myself getting light headed with desire and before I knew it, I began to make my own way down to the treasure that lay between her legs. I put my hand between her thighs and easily pried them apart. At this very moment I wanted nothing more than to bury my face in her bush. I dove in and started licking and sucking with the same enthusiasm I used to fuck her just a few minutes earlier. She responded by picking up the pace as well, bobbing up and down on my cock while she kept a firm hold on my scrotum. We stayed like this for a very long time, locked together in an exhausting 69. I don't know how many times she came, but with each orgasm Vivian would clamp her thighs down on my head, then spread her legs even further apart in an invitation for me to continue. When I finally came, Vivian made sure to swallow every drop. Now completely spent, we both collapsed back on the bed.
I drifted off and didn't wake for a couple of hours. I took a shower, got dressed and made my way downstairs where Vivian was cooking something that smelled delicious. We made some awkward small talk, the after-effect of the afternoons events were still very much with us. We enjoyed a nice dinner, and by the second bottle of wine we both finally began to relax. She brought up what happened first by admitting that it was the most intense sexual encounter she had enjoyed in years. For me there was no such comparison to make, I had never even remotely experienced anything like that before. Soon we were recounting the details of what had happened, pointing out to each other what we were feeling and thinking at each step of the way. Within a few minutes I was getting hard again and Vivian began showing unmistakable signs of arousal as well. But what she said next really sent me over the top:
"Stuart, what do you say the two of us re-create that night you spent on Mommy and Daddy's deck 14 years ago."
To my surprise, I was not the least bit ashamed when she brought this up. Actually, I was feeling quite the opposite. Vivian was the consummate sexual enchantress; maybe her ex-husbands actually got something in exchange for all the money their divorces cost them.
Quickly I stripped down and made my way out to the patio: taking a seat just outside the sliding glass doors. I wanted to turn off all the outside lights, but Vivian wanted them on:
"This time I want to watch you while you watch me."
As she began to strip, it became apparent to me that she had spent some time planning this. Under her jeans and t-shirt she had on a set of black garters that were matched by the sexiest panties and bra I had ever seen. By the time she started shed her stockings, my cock was as hard as it was going to get and I was unabashedly rubbing myself. Not wanting to waste an orgasm on my right hand, though, I made my way to the glass doors so I could join her. But before I could get there, Vivian leaned forward and locked them on me. She stood there on the other side of the glass, now completely naked, chuckling at my predicament. So she wanted to play this scenario all the way through. Without any hesitation I took off around the side of the house and made for the front door. That fact that I was nude, sporting a very erect penis and was quite exposed to anyone who came wondering out on our very well lit street made no impact on me. When I got to the front door, I found it too was locked. No doubt she would have left me out here for quite a while longer - taking immense pleasure in my humiliation. But I still had a card to play: I raced to the side of the house, over to the stairs that led down to the basement. Reaching up and grabbing a key that we kept hidden above the door, I let myself inside and quietly made my way to the stairs. As I reached the upstairs landing I could see that Vivian was standing next to the dining room table, back to me while she peered out the glass doors for my presence.
Silently I made my way across the living room, grabbed her by the shoulders and forcibly bent her over the table. I had taken her by surprise, but she wasn't going down without a fight. She tried to turn around and was throwing backward punches my way. I barely avoided her flailing fists and drove my hips up against her ass to keep her in place. I then reached around her and grabbed her by the elbows to protect myself. Now that she was somewhat subdued, I started to grind my cock into her ass. I rubbed myself back and forth across her, loving how it felt on my dick when she tried to wiggle away. Then I reached down and guided my cock so it was just resting on the opening to her pussy. That seemed to stop her resistance. In fact, after a few moments of inaction, she began to move herself backward - trying to get me to enter her all the way. I decided against that, however. It was time to take a little revenge for her mischief:
"Come on Stuart, put it in. I'm sorry about locking you out, but now you are just being plain cruel."
I let her suffer, teasing her a little more by refusing to give her what she so plainly wanted. Eventually, I couldn't hold myself back any longer and I slowly let my cock slide into her. She reacted by becoming far more vocal than she had been that afternoon. She moaned and begged me to go further - to fuck her and fuck her hard. I was content starting off slowly, though. I wanted to spend some time playing with her body - squeezing her exposed ass and then grabbing her breasts with both of my hands and pulling her up to me. The sex may have not been as frantic as it was earlier in the day, but it was just a pleasurable. She came with an explosive shudder and I shot my load just a few seconds later.
It's been 18 months since this all happened. Vivian ended up deciding that the only person she was willing to trust with her finances was someone in the family. I was the logical choice, of course, and she has started making frequent visits to our place so I could keep up with her books. And since she lives over a hundred miles away, Jill invariably invites her to stay the night. Vivian always accepts and, once Jill is asleep, has made a habit of visiting me in my bedroom. The sex between us is always equal parts playful and ferocious. I guess it is lucky for me that Jill is such a sound sleeper. This arrangement has also produced a welcome side effect. Though my wife is still the same demanding person she has always been, I guess I have become far less tolerant of her nonsense - especially when it comes to sex. Energized by my relationship with her sister, I started making far more frequent visits to Jill's bedroom. And once there I couldn't help but bring some of the passion and sense of adventure that sex with Vivian has imbued me with. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when, after a few months, Jill started making the occasional foray to my bedroom as well. In fact, just the other day she suggested that we move back into the same bedroom. Of course I nixed that idea. Some things are better left just the way they are.
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