After our adventures at my house the previous month, I was looking forward with curiosity, as well as a mix of other feelings, to my next visit at my brother and his wife's house. It happened that I had a business trip to Cincinnati a couple of months later, and they offered me their guest room for my 3 day stay. I happily accepted, and could hardly keep from an involuntary hard-on for the next 4 days. She was in my mind all the time, as I packed, and throughout my flight up.
I was kind of disappointed, and maybe a little relieved that my brother was alone when he picked me up at the airport. It delayed me seeing Karin for another hour, but when we walked into the kitchen, there she was.
My niece came up for a hug, I noted with surprise how mature she looked, how much like her mom, then Karin came around the kitchen island. She was wearing her work clothes, nice stockings (I wondered what kind of a view they led up to,) and a skirt and white button-down shirt. She dusted off her hands, and came over to hug me hello.
Did I detect a little blush in her cheeks? A little bashfulness in her gaze? Understandable of course, I'd never greeted her before after having tasted her pussy, shared her tongue, sent her home with a load of my cum deep inside her.
"Hi Mikey," she said sweetly, hugging me maybe a little more directly than before, turning her cheek to my kiss. "How was the flight?"
"Ok, I guess." I watched as my brother left the kitchen and headed into the family room. I leaned in a little to inhale her fragrance. Was she wearing this perfume for me? Or just a normal day for her. As we broke the hug, Karin turned quickly back to the stove, dragging her breasts across me. On purpose? So hard to read.
Dinner, visiting, bedtime. I lay in bed, listening to the house, wondering what my sweet sister-in-law was doing, what was she thinking. Was she peeling off a new pair of panties? Thinking about the hard cock in her guest room? I heard the shower start up, my brother downstairs. What would happen if I joined her? Was she rubbing herself thinking of me across the hall? Getting squeaky clean for her guest?
Hard as iron, I fell asleep.
I woke to the sounds of a family in the morning. Mom making breakfast, packing the husband and kids off. I heard them heading off for the bus, then her footsteps up the back stairs. Karin humming as she entered her bedroom across the hall. Shoes dropping to the floor. Was that a zipper? Then the door to my room eased open, I closed my eyes and willed my cock to wait. My heart hammered.
She tiptoed to my side, I peeked through slits. Black lingerie, creamy white thighs, large round breasts. She leaned over me, looking closely. I eased my eyes closed, waited. I felt the bed shift towards her, then shift again, and... I smelled her. I opened my eyes to see her easing a leg over my head, her ass to my face, looking back at me past her pendulous breasts. She smiled, "Good morning baby, are you ready for breakfast?
I smiled back, and she slowly lowered herself to me. Her thighs brushed my cheeks, I felt her panties touch my lips. She pulled the sheets away, and found me hard. Now her lips brushed the head of my cock, and it jumped to her. The smell of her engulfed me, I shivered in anticipation. I lifted my head and licked her, feeling the spongy give of her pubic hair under the silk. I licked up and down the edges of her panties, then harder right up the middle of her slit. A slippery bit of juice oozed through the translucent crotch, and I tasted her. The same sweet tangy sweat that filled my daydreams, Karin's pussy.
