Disclaimer: This story and all characters are fiction. All characters are over 18.
I swiveled my barstool towards the kitchen to hide the bulge in my bathing suit. My sister-in law, Michelle affected me that way. Today she was wearing a two-piece blue bikini. Let me describe her and you will see why I tent so easily when I see her.
Michelle stands at five foot seven lovely inches. I am guesstimating, her weight at one hundred thirty pounds. Not a skinny model type but a curvaceous female. From the bottom up, she has powerful legs, yet very feminine, which taper into a fantastic pear shaped ass and a small but nicely rounded belly. I have never found women with flat stomachs all that provocative but a small pooch is a major turn on. I find a pooch very feminine.
She has natural blonde hair down to her ass and green eyes within which a man could see his unborn children. She has a waspish waist and a nice set of tits, not little girl ones but easily a double D. Without question, I envy my brother!
She didn't even give me a look as she made her way out to my parent's pool. I had to check out her ass as she made her way to the pool. Mom was talking, as usual, as she busily prepared something in the kitchen. Mom was like that; always talking, always busy. She is a short plump woman. Her name is Liz, but she insists that I not use her name but just continue calling her mom, like I did when I was a kid.
Dad was puttering in the backyard. He loved yard work. My parents are great. Mom has never worked outside the home and would not want to. Dad is an operation manager for manufacturing company and makes great money. He has kept our family quite comfortable, in an upper middle-class way.
Me; I am twenty-six years old. I just finished a stint with the U.S. Air Force, six months in training, two years in Turkey, and finished up my tour of duty in Greenland. I made first lieutenant. If I had re-upped I am sure I would have made captain, however, the mentality of a military hierarchy just isn't for me. So here I am, two weeks out of the military living with mom and dad until I can find suitable employment.
During my military career my brother Marty had fallen in love and married Michelle. After two years of marriage the crazy guy decided that he needed to follow his principles and volunteered for the army, hoping to fight terrorism throughout the world. So, there he was in Iraq fighting the fight. Michelle was also staying with my parents. Michelle's mother died in an automobile accident when she was nine, and her father is an alcoholic. So she opted to stay with my parents, which made them very happy. They always wanted a daughter, now they had one.
It was tough seeing her every day and doing the right thing, keeping my hands off and to myself, literally. I must admit that she did nothing to encourage me, not even a little flirting or covert eye contact. That surprised me cause it might sound immodest of me, but many women considered me a handsome man. I stand six feet tall and weigh in at a little over two hundred pounds of hard muscle with good abs. I have good features and jet-black hair that I wear long.
"Hey Adam, give me a hand," said mom.
She had dishes on the counter and gestured towards them. I got up off the barstool; fortunately my bulge has softened and was no longer noticeable. I helped mom set the table. Mom opened the sliding glass door and hollered to Michelle and dad that dinner was ready.
"Mom, give me a second for a quick change," said Michelle.
She had her hair wrapped in a towel and flashed through the dining room, heading for her room. Damn, she is hot.
Dad ambled in, grimy and a little muscle sore, he had put in a long day working on the yard. He loved that kind of work and would never accept help of any kind. Dad is a nice guy, in his early fifties, successful, still lean and he has a wonderful manner in dealing with people. Polished is how many people describe him. At the office, friends call him Howard, and Mr. Mathew by subordinates, but my brother and I and now Michelle call him dad.
"Give me a second dear," he said to mom, "I need a quick shower and a change."
"Food is on the table, make it quick," said mom with a smile.
Dinner was great as always, we all sat together and after dinner watched TV until about nine O'clock.
Michelle said, "Goodnight," and headed off to her room.
Mom wasn't to far behind her. About thirty minutes later she said, "Goodnight," as she left the room.
Dad turned to me with a smile, "Guess it's just you and me guy."
Dad and I had been guzzling Seven & Sevens. Nothing dainty about us, we were using beer mugs. Each drink had about three shots and this was already our third. Both dad and I were pretty high by the time the ladies said their goodnights. Of course, our being close to being wasted could have been the cause of their early good nights. I don't know.
Dad had one more then called it a night. Me, I had several more out by the pool and then dragged my ass out to the pool house where I was staying. Drunk, I almost fell into the pool when I staggered passed it. The pool house door was a challenge to open, in my present state.
I staggered into the bathroom to take a quick piss. The pool house is nothing fancy, a futon bed, a bathroom with shower and a small kitchen. It is adequate for my needs. I felt hot after drinking all that booze. I threw off my clothes, down to the buff, and fell asleep on the futon.
Ok, so I passed out. Totally zonked hours later, like in a wet dream, I could feel a hand running over my chest.
"God, you are drunk," said Michelle.
All I could get out was "Huh?" I tried to open my eyes, and I blurrily saw Michelle.
"I must be dreaming," I muttered.
There was no way Michelle would be here, so I was just having a sexual fantasy. I know my conscience would never let me fuck my brother's wife and I certainly didn't remember seducing her.
