NOTE : This story contains cheating, and unprotected sex. All characters over the age of 18.
Constructive feedback welcome. I write this stuff just to kind of get it out of my head but I do hope others enjoy it. I admit this is a little similar to one of my other stories but what can I say, I likes what I likes.
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The early morning ride through rural Colorado on Christmas morning wasn't my favorite tradition, but at least the roads were empty at 5am.
My wife was silently sleeping beside me as we drove to her parents' house about 3 hours south of ours. Her family had a tradition of having breakfast together on Christmas day, and her sister Alexa's family was staying at the house (she had a husband and a two-year old) so we decided to just drive down early rather than trying to sleep in the living room or something. The weather wasn't bad, especially for late-December Colorado, and wearing your PJs to breakfast was part of the tradition, so I was pretty comfortable. And truth be told, I liked her family a lot. More than mine, probably. Her parents were older but kind -- kind of losing their hearing and memory but only to point that it was endearing, not sad. Her younger sister, on the other hand, was the one I really liked spending time with.
It's a cliche to be in lust with your wife's younger sister, for sure, but it was justified in this case. My wife is gorgeous, and I love her to death, but her sister Alexa is just a smokeshow. I met her 8 years ago, when I had been with my wife Amy for a few months and we were in the "meeting family" stage, and Alexa had just turned 21 years old. My wife was taking me to a big family get-together and had arranged for us to meet her sister and her sister's boyfriend at a bar beforehand to pregame a bit (we're a few years older but were still in our mid-20's at the time). We walked into the bar and my face turned red when I saw Alexa sitting there in a crop top and tight jeans. Her brunette hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and either she was barely made up or was very good at makeup, because she just had a natural glow to her. She had a lithe dancer's body that she was obviously proud of by the way she dressed (I learned later she did ballet for years). She jumped off the bar stool and ran towards us and I just couldn't help but stare dumbfounded. After initial greetings we all headed to the bar and my wife whispered "why are you all red-faced" and i played it off like I was just nervous to be meeting her family, but in reality I was nervous that I was going to sprout a boner in front of her sister. Like, I'm 25 years old, I don't spontaneously get erect at pretty girls like a teenager, but if I were to describe my perfect physical ideal of a woman... I think I was dating her sister.
That was years ago, and since then obviously Amy and I had gotten married, as had Alexa, to a guy my age named Kyle, and two years ago they had a baby. We see them on holidays but not as often as my wife would like, but that's adulthood. Especially since the baby, where they live several hours away, it's tough to plan anything.
Since the kid, Alexa has somehow gotten even hotter. She was one of those women who was lucky enough to immediately bounce back from the pregnancy weight and regained her thin body, with the exception of her breasts, which must have doubled in size and never returned to their original B-cup. Every time I had seen her since the kid I had trouble even looking in her direction, and had running through my head that not only was she my wife's sister but someone's mother and don't ogle her body please.
"You doin' OK?" My wife's voice from beside me in the car startled me from my daydreaming about her sister, and I smiled over at her.
"Doing great! Have a good nap?"
"Yeah, sorry I fell asleep."
"No worries," I replied. And it wasn't, I liked to drive and we'd been married 5 years, so I'm comfortable in silence with her, whether she's awake or not. "We're almost there, excited to see your family and the baby?"
"She's not a baby anymore, but yes! I feel like little Taylor is getting to the age where I want to spend more time with her so she remembers me!" Taylor was her sister's daughter, obviously. My wife was always afraid that if we didn't see her sister enough that the kid wouldn't "know" us. I had heard it so many times at this point that I just nodded.
Half an hour later we pulled into the drive of her parents' house and started getting the presents out of the trunk. I heard the back door of the house open behind me and the squeal of sisters who don't see each other enough running towards each other and hugging. I carried the gifts past them into the house and greeted my in-laws while placing everything under the tree.
The house smelled already of pancakes and coffee, and it was a nice wakeup from the cold and dark drive. I hugged my in-laws and watched as Amy and Alexa walked in the door. Alexa was wearing a simple set of Christmas-themed cotton pajamas but they hugged her perfect figure like a glove, and I realized I may have already been staring too long and immediately looked away and at my wife, who was greeting little Taylor and not even looking in my direction. Phew. I looked back at Alexa and caught her staring at ME with a mischievous glint in her eye. Had she noticed me staring?
I looked around the kitchen and realized I didn't see her husband anywhere. "Where's Kyle?"
She looked... annoyed?... briefly, before masking that with a look of faux-concern. "He has the flu or something and stayed home." She didn't offer elaboration so I didn't push.
"Oh, that sucks." She just shrugged in response. Then she closed the gap between us and gave me a big, whole-body hug. I was immediately aware of her breasts pressing into me, and then immediately after that disgusted with myself for being such a pig, even in my own head, about my wife's sister in front of her entire family. "How have you been, Max?" she asked into my shoulder, mid-hug.
"We've been great! Missed you guys!"
She broke the hug and nodded. "I know. So tough to get together with this little rugrat running our lives these days" she laughed, gesturing to Taylor, who was deep into showing Amy some scribbles she had drawn.
"OK, breakfast time!" said my mother-in-law from across the kitchen, and we all flocked to the dining room to eat.
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After breakfast it was time for presents, and it was the first year that Taylor was really old enough to enjoy opening gifts, so it was fun to watch that. But it was also fun to watch Amy, who had appointed herself as Santa this year, crawl around the floor in her pajamas and get the gifts and hand them to everyone. My wife and I had decided way back that we were not going to have kids, but seeing how Alexa had filled out in all the right places was seriously making me want to knock Amy up the first chance I got. It took every ounce of willpower for me not to keep my eyes fixed on her the entire time. Again lucky for me there were plenty of distractions and no one was watching me, but I was still trying my best not to be obvious. I was honestly considering going into the bathroom to rub one out just so my horniness wouldn't keep growing. Especially sitting here in just pajama bottoms it would be real obvious if I sprouted a boner.
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After all the gifts had been opened and the mess cleaned, my wife announced that she'd really like some quality time with her niece, and asked Alexa if she minded if just the two of them went over to the big Santa's village thing the town did on Christmas afternoon. Alexa laughed and said she hadn't had a quiet moment in like 6 months and it would be the best gift she could get.
