This is just a little fantasy of mine that I developed after having a conversation with my brother's hot little wife. Not sure how other writers get their inspiration, but most of mine develop from real situations that I expand on or wish had gone another way. XOXO Tiff
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I got a call from my little brother recently, of course he is only little in the relative sense of the word. He was coming into town for a job interview and wanted to get together. He was also looking for a place to stay, since they weren't exactly offering him the keys to the kingdom and he was planning on bringing his wife.
Delighted, I took a 3 day weekend so I could spend time showing them around and catching up.
My brother is almost 23, dark hair and grey eyes. He's a regular gym guy and although he is well developed, he's not overly muscled. Funny, smart and sensitive, in a word he's a catch. One of those all around good guys, but handsome and I guess the best word is manly. Not sure how he got that way with a house full of girls growing up, but there it is. The thing about Steve is that he's just one of those guys that make a lot of girls cream their panties.
Some of my girlfriends certainly thought so.
He got married 6 months ago to a hot little number. They were going to the same college, had some of the same classes and I guess hit it off. At least enough, that they got married 3 years later. She was blonde and blue eyed. A tight little package all the way from Mississippi.
Anna Beth was the typical southern belle stereotype. I mean look at her name, right? Every time I spoke with her I was constantly looking for an opportunity to say "Frankly my dear I don't give a damn!" or "My stars! Your poor old Grandaddy would be rollin' in the grave if he could see the likes of what you been up to!"
Sometimes I can be pretty corny.
I hadn't seen Steve or Beth since their wedding and was looking forward to their first visit.
They arrived on Thursday night, about 4 hours before I expected them, so I hadn't really gotten much done in preparation for their visit it. I went grocery shopping and had just started cleaning the house when they pulled up.
We spent the night catching up and I noticed that it was getting late and that they were pretty tired, so we decided to call it a night. We figured to have the Friday evening plus the weekend to hang out so we weren't in any big hurry.
There was no way I could put them in my spare bedroom. It's more of an office with a day bed, that's only real purpose is to make the room look furnished. The bed is only a twin, so I offered up my own bedroom for the weekend, which they reluctantly accepted.
Getting myself ready for bed, I cursed softly. I'm a pretty sexual girl, seldom going more than a day without masturbating. However standing in my spare bedroom with my shirt off I realized 2 things.
First, I left all my vibrators in my bedside table, which hey no big deal, I have fingers. But I would have liked to put them up some place. Not that I expected them to be snooping but there was one in particular that I thought might embarrass them.
Second thing was, that I didn't change my sheets and since I had masturbated that morning, I'm pretty sure that they smelled like pussy.
Peeking out into the hall I noticed that there was no light shining under my bedroom door. Figuring that they might be too tired to notice I went back to bed. I would change them in the morning.
We all slept in late.
I stumbled into the kitchen and began making breakfast. It was actually closer to lunch but let's not quibble, ok? Let's just call it brunch.
Beth came in next, her hair tousled from sleep. An MSU shirt on that was obviously Steve's. Her bare legs looked as smooth as silk. She was absolutely adorable.
She gave me a sleepy smile and said, "Steve's going to jump in the shower." It came out sounding like "Steve gonna jump in the shour."
God I love that accent.
"Morning, did you sleep ok?" I asked.
"Morning Tiffany. Like a log. Can I help with anything?"
"Nope." I pointed to my counter bar stool. "You just sit there. I got it!"
And she did. Looking just a purty as a peach! See two could play that game.
Steve came out soon after, hair still wet. He kissed his wife on the lips, me on the cheek and helped himself to a cup of coffee. He still hadn't put a shirt on and If anything he was even more ripped than I remembered.
"Morning sis! What's on the agenda for the day?" He asked.
"You tell us. What time will you be back?" I said.
"Depends on how it goes I guess. I would expect to be home before 5 though."
"Ok, well tonight I figured we could grill out and then maybe hit the town?"
"Sounds good sis! Beth?"
"You know I'm up for anything babe." She said it with a smile.
We made small talk until it was time for Steve to leave.
When Beth announced she was going to take a shower. I figured I had a perfect opportunity to move my toys and change my sheets.
I gave her a few minutes to get in there, then I began stripping my sheets. Right away I noticed that yes they did smell like pussy and not just mine. There was certainly evidence that my brother and sister in law may not have been as tired as I thought.
Taking the sheets I dumped them in the washer to start later. And grabbed some new ones.
Heading back to my room. I put on the new sheets. Then I gathered up the toys to stash in the spare bedroom closet.
That's when the bathroom door opened. Beth stepped out in just a towel and nearly walked right into me.
She said something that sounded like "yipe!" and then we both started laughing.
She looked at my arms full of toys and started laughing even harder.
"Where are you going with all that, Tiff?" She asked.
"I was going to move them into the spare bedroom. So as not to embarrass you...or myself for that matter."
"Why on earth would that embarrass me?" She seemed genuinely perplexed.
"I don't know. Seemed possible, I guess."
"Tiffany honey, I was strumming my own fiddle long before I met your brother!"
And we both laughed.
"Wow quite the collection you got here."
And it was - 2 vibrators, an anal vibe, a dildo and a strap-on. What can I say? A girl likes variety.
"Is this what I think it is?" she asked touching my strap-on harness and attachment.
"I guess that depends on what you think it is?"
"Is it for fucking girls?" Which sounded like "gurls".
"Yes or boys if they like that kind of thing."
"Of course." She looked at the little anal vibe and blushed.
"You can put them back or take them with you if you want. Now that I have seen them, I mean."
What was I to do? I didn't want her thinking I needed to use one that night. So I put them all back in the drawer.
Later that afternoon we were drinking tea on the porch, chatting and waiting on Steve to get back. Beth, her hair in a thick loose braid had her bare feet propped on the rail. A red halter top and some short shorts completed the look.
