This is my first story submission. Feedback and comments are welcome. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter one
It had been a great concert. Festival really. Five rock bands that my wife and I had loved when we were younger had reunited and were on tour playing stadiums, areas and, in this case a large grassy field about an hour from our home in Toronto.
When we saw the tickets go up we had snapped them up, picking up one for an old friend of ours and, surprisingly one for my wife's much younger half sister, Jenny.
I say surprisingly because while I am 40 and my wife, Kristen, is 39, her sister is from my father in law's second marriage and she is only 19 years old, not someone you would expect to enjoy a show of middle aged rockers and fans re-living their youth.
Not that I minded. My wife's sister is fun and funny and, honestly, pretty enjoyable to look at. She's 5'4 with thick curly brown hair, wide set eyes, a cute button nose with freckles dancing across the bridge and over her cheeks. She always seems to be smiling. Her small frame carries a full chest, (I would guess 36D? I dunno. I'm terrible at guessing these things) a relatively small waist and full hips and ass. I have to admit that I may have found my eyes inappropriately lingering on her body from time to time at family events.
This isn't to say that I had done more than that: look. I was happily married to a woman I find beautiful. Kristen has aged wonderfully. She has a full figure as well (my preference) and the slight crows feet around her eyes and the odd grey hair (which she promptly plucks out) are the only indications of her age. She gets asked for ID when purchasing liquor and most people assume she is in her late twenties not late thirties.
I suppose since I've been describing these women I should tell you about myself. My name is Mark. I've been told I'm handsome. Most people are surprised by my age as well, though I no longer get the guess of 25! I'm 5'11, and keep in decent shape. For a while I was building up a bit of a belly and love handles, getting a real dad bod, the result of long hours spent at work behind a desk, but I was uncomfortable with that so started running long distance. My blond hair is thinning, but I'm not bald. I have a full beard that is beginning to get steaks or Grey (which I kind of like).
I suppose the choice not to have children my wife and I made has contributed to our relatively youthful appearance. My friends who had families do not look like us. They look like parents.
Anyway, our friend, Bill, had volunteered to drive since he quit drinking five years ago and we were in his car on the way home. Kristen was in the passenger seat. She suffered from pretty bad road sickness sometimes and could not handle sitting in the back. She had the AC on high and was trying to fall asleep to combat this. I was in the back seat with Jenny.
"Can you turn down the AC?" Jenny asked rubbing her arms. It was a warm summer night, though now that the sun was down it had gotten much cooler, and she had worn a fun but not warm outfit to the concert.
I glanced over at her. Her top was a blue textured tube top that rolled over her full breasts, hugging under them and stopping just above her belly button. Her skirt was loose and came halfway down her thighs. I must admit that I had enjoyed watching her dance to the music earlier with my wife.
Looking at her now I noticed that the cold air in the car had made her nipples hard and they were tenting out the material. I tried to be discrete but marveled at how high her breasts still stood. Ah, the wonders of youth!
"Sorry," Kristen called back. "I need the cold air to keep my nausea down! It sucks I know but I can't help it."
"I have a blanket back there," Bill called back.
Jenny looked at the blanket that was on the seat between us and shrugged.
"Ok. Maybe later," she said off handedly.
Kristen seemed to fall asleep then and Bill, saying that he needed something to stay awake turned up the radio. Both Jenny and I were looking at our phones.
I was scrolling through Instagram, checking out the photos of friends, artists I like and funny memes. As I was flicking my thumb across the screen I heard Jenny say quietly, "Oh, she's cute."
I glanced up at her and saw that she had been watching my screen not hers. I scrolled back down and saw what she had referred to: a photo of a tattoo artist I followed, in this case wearing a cute top that showed off a pretty impressive set of tits.
"Does Kristen know you follow hot chicks?" Jenny teased.
"Hardly," I scoffed. "I think you'll find this pretty tame." It was true. I didn't really use Instagram to look at girls.
"Lame," she said smiling. Suddenly she plucked my phone out of my hand. "Here, let me show you something...my account...it's private so I'll have to approve your follow..." she handed my phone back and picked up hers, presumably approving my follow.
I was curious so I took a look. My eyes widened as I began to scroll through the feed of someone with the username @jennyhazfun88. All the pictures were of the same girl, in various sexy poses wearing various sexy outfits. And they were, of course, all of my sister in law.
"Uh," I stammered, unsure of what to say, what she wanted from me, why she showed me this. "It's..you?"
"Yeah" she said quietly. "It's like a fun, I dunno, project? What do you think?"
I should have closed the app. I should have said something non-committal, something appropriate. I should have. But I continued to scroll. Here was a picture of her, camera angled up at her, in a very small red bikini. Her pale skin like porcelain, the undersides of her breasts round and inviting. Another of her in the bath with bubbles covering her lower half and an arm draped across her chest, hiding her nipples but nothing else. The next one was of her laying on her back on a bed, wearing a thin babydoll negligee. Beside her, laid out in a fan formation were four dildos and vibrators of varying sizes. The caption read: busy night ahead of me!!
Now I am only human. I cannot help the fact that I am a man and I react to...certain stimuli. My cock, which had been contentedly resting flaccid between my legs, suddenly, and excitedly began to wake. I was wearing light, loose shorts (perfect for a hot summer day at a festival) and as I began to react, my cock filled, thickened and lengthened down there leg of the shorts lifting the fabric slightly. I glanced down and, while I could see clearly, I hoped that in the dark of the car Jenny wouldn't notice.
I coughed nervously and finally looked up, away from my phone and at her. She had shifted so that she was leaned back against the door behind her. She was watching me carefully, green eyes focused on my ice blue ones. I couldn't help but to scan her body, one o had seen so clearly in those photos.
I had noticed her nipples were hard earlier from the cold air. If I wasn't mistaken there were harder now. Making more of an impression against the fabric of her tube top. My eyes slid down further and saw that her skirt, either because of the way she had shifted or by design, had moved higher, revealing most of her smooth thighs. Any higher, I realized I would see her underwear.
I shook my head and forced my eyes back to meet hers.
"Um..."I stammered, unsure about anything at this point, "what...what the hell, Jenny."
She smirked and put on a false pout.
"What," she teased, "you don't like the photos?"