My wife Julie's younger sister Katie and I have always been close. We used to play and joke around since she was in elementary school. An odd thing happened while I was away in Afghanistan though. Katie grew up.
Katie is now 20, with naturally dirty blond hair that she dyes pure blonde, a 5-7 frame with a B-cup top and one of the world's best behinds.
Since I've returned, I've been trying to reestablish the closeness we once had. It's hard though, as what used to be innocent tickle games and play wrestling when we were both younger now turns into awkward closeness, her perfume intoxicating me, and hot breaths mixing in near kisses. I'm not sure if it's my hormones taking over or of there's something there that's mutual and it's awfully high stakes to go by trial and error to find out.
One night my wife and I were out drinking and Katie joined us. When my wife went to the restroom, Katie leaned in close in a way that can only be done by someone fighting to hold onto fleeting sobriety, put her hand on my leg and said with mildly slurred speech "I need to find myself a guy just like you." As she turned and pulled her hand from my leg, I don't think she expected my member to be as full and long as her proximity had made it and she accidentally stroked across it.
She jumped a little in surprise and glanced down at my pants which were becoming tighter by the minute. "Just like you..." she said with a smirk which I didn't know how to read and she staggered off to hit the dancefloor. My mind was a blur as all I could picture as I watched her twist and turn while dancing was that she was performing the same moves while straddling me. To make things worse, as she danced she had her back to me several times and was rubbing her ass while looking back at me wantonly. I needed to leave...
With our busy schedules of work and school, I didn't see Katie much for a while. One night while my wife was out shopping, Katie stopped by to see her.
"Julie around?" she asked.
"Nope, out shopping. She should be back soon though. You want to hang out a while?" I meant nothing by it, but the stirring in my pants made me wonder how innocent that question really was.
"Sure. Got anything to drink?"
At the first mention of loosening up her inhibitions, I almost ran to make up a couple of long island iced teas for us. I made them far stronger than I normally would have, but she didn't seem to mind.
I sat down at the computer desk figuring we'd shoot the breeze for a but until my wife got back and checked my e-mail.
"So what are you up to?" she asked. She walked up behind me and leaned slightly over my shoulder. "Just checking my..." When I turned back towards her, my mouth was at the incredibly sexy curve that ran from her perfect ears to her soft white neck.
I was having a hard time holding back. I wanted to kiss and lick her and bite her gently. "I love that perfume." Was all that I could say.
"I can tell." She said as she put her hand back on my leg. Once again, my cock was looking for action and the fabric of my closes was having a hard time constraining it. As much as I wanted to do everything from kiss her for hours to the other end of the spectrum of ripping her clothes off and pounding her until she passed out. I had to stay level headed and talk this out with her. We had a lot of history and communicated well. We saw things pretty much eye to eye, so I figured it'd be an easy conversation.
"Katie could you sit down for a minute," I said. To save my marriage I had to act before it went any further. "I need to talk to you seriously for a minute."