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I found the note sitting on the kitchen table when I got back from work, and my heart dropped like a stone when I karups daily read its contents. "Hey Honey!" Amanda’s signature way of starting one of our domestic memos. There were times when I wondered if the woman was trained in psychological conditioning: her bubbly countenance could talk me into just about anything she needed doing. Always the same overly enthusiastic greeting, quickly followed up by a request to clean out the garage or do the dishes or some shit. "Surprise! Guess who dropped by after you left for work with a packed bag and a long weekend off from college?" I found myself mouthing the name before I’d even read it. "Haley!" Fuck. "She’s in town till Monday night, and I want her to feel right at home. So be nice! I won’t be home until later, but she’s just going to be lounging around. The girl deserves a break from her semester. Thanks honey! PS: Could you clean out the garage when you get a chance? I put the note down and took a good look around my kitchen. The updated marble countertops and newly painted oak looked a lot less like home now. The whole condo suddenly felt very small, and I found my breath catching in my throat. Her name rang out in my mind again. Haley. My pants started to feel a little tight, and I cursed myself and the urges I could not control. Without a thought though, one of my hands had slipped its way down to the rapidly emergent bulge in my jeans. I breathed deep, closed my eyes, and let my hand brush the tip of my cock poking through the denim. On the exhale, the unmistakable flip flop of sandals came bounding down the hallway. "Tom?!" I quickly sidled behind the counter and slammed my hands where they safe, up on the surface. A big toothy smile found it’s way onto my face. Haley came round the corner of the condo, and I began to wonder if there would be any hiding my urges at all. She was a pert little 18 year old, and significantly different from the big sister I had married. And the little two piece bikini she was wearing? It wasn’t making things any easier. She had obviously been out on the deck, tanning her slim hips. My eye picked up the sun cream still visible, even against her milky white thighs. "Haley! I…I had no idea you were going to…" Her arms were around me in an instant, and soon her body was against mine. I grimaced, and try to retract my pelvis as best I could. I must’ve looked like such a dipshit. She pulled away, and I scanned her face for any sign of recognition. Was she going to call me out? She flashed her teeth in a smile, "I haven’t see you in forever!" It didn’t seem like she would. "Since before I went to college! How’ve you been, brother in law?" She gave me what I assume was meant to be a playful punch, but if so it was far too pulled for any impact. It was more like a light strong against my blazer. The smile grew ever so slightly. "I’m good, Haley. How’ve you been?" I backed away a little, my legs slightly parted, and turned away for some pretense or another. I spotted a bottle of vodka sitting on the counter. That’d do. "Missing you guys, obvi." There was that fucking grin again. She came round the counter and got closer to me, "You see anything different about me?" I gave her a quick glance. She looked the same to me; big green eyes, cute little nose, long brown hair. Yep, just as fuckable as ever. There was something though…something that wasn’t quite right… "You got a nose ring!" She tapped it with her finger, "Right on the money. amateur anal galleries Got it a week after I moved in the dorms. Figured someone in the family should go a little crazy, right?" I tightened my lips in response: not a smile that could later be used against me, but nothing rude either. Having such a hot little shit as your wife’s sister is not a great situation, but you get quite adept at dealing with. She came a little closer, crossing her arms in front of each other as she leaned into the counter. My eyes looked down at hers and tried their best to stay from the tits spilling out of her bikini top. God, those tits. They must’ve been the most perfect C’s. So suited to her trim, athletic frame. "I know how Amanda feels about things like that, afterall." She laughed, "She’s not exactly the wildest one, is she?" I went into the cabinet and retrieved a small glass, casting a glance backwards as I did so. Haley was still in the same position, and I swear I caught her eyes flicking up and down my body. "It’s good your back from work, Tom. I was starting to get bored all alone in here." I smiled in response again, and wondered if my lack of verbal response could be construed as rude. It was probably just making me look like a moron. That’s alright. I can deal with that. All the blood rushing to my cock though? That’s another story entirely. I poured an ounce of vodka in and grabbed a lime ice cube from the freezer, topping it off with ginger beer. She was still staring at me. "No, I guess not." I answered, "Your sister likes to have all her ducks in a row." Like a coil, her body began to unfold, twisting and turning every which way as she stretched in the pretense of a yawn. She had the tattoo’s for a while, I remembered that. But I swear she had been working out since she got to college: her body looked more supple than ever. She moved a little closer, and I nearly swallowed my tongue as I felt her boobs rub up against my arm as she moved past me. "I’m always telling her, you know. She’s got to have a little…" I turned to face her, and found her leaning back against a different counter, "…fun." I don’t know why I bothered calling it a bikini – the thing was clearly too small for her assets. And those, tiny little panties… "And I know what a fun guy you must be." She bit her bottom lip, "Does it ever get frustrating, Tom? Come on…" She pushed herself off the counter and got close enough for me to smell the peaches of her hair, "You can tell me." I looked down at her and raised my visibly trembling glass to my mouth, relishing the icy cool of the drink. "Oh!" Her face brightened up, "That’s a great idea! Can you make me one, Tom?" I swallowed another gulp, and asked, "I’m sorry?" "A Moscow Mule." She looked at me like I was twelve, "Your drink. Why don’t you make me one, too?" She cocked her head, "You know, it’s a little rude not to offer…" I tried to laugh, but it came out a hoarse whisper, "I don’t think your sister would exactly approve, you’re only eighteen…" [cont in comments] KatrinaRay [1 comment]