My Pretty Sister-in-law


Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Interracial, Black Male, White Female, .

Desc: Romantic Sex Story: My pretty blonde sister-in-law finds out about blackmen.

I have always liked my pretty sister-in-law, Miriam. She is about eight years younger than her older sister who is now my wife. At thirty-eight, I think that Miriam has gotten even prettier than when she was younger. Miriam has always been lovely but she was still in high school while I was in college dating her older sister. Back then, I certainly thought that she was off-limits as she would have been jail-bait if I had fooled around with her. She was cute, blonde and young but was always impish even as a budding teenager. Miriam was a big cock-tease even as a young teenager. And I had lusted after her all these years.

As I reflect back on how we got to be where we are now I had to remember back on an outing with my then future wife and her family at a beach house on the coast of Florida. We had just finished dinner and I had to go pee. We had been drinking beer and eating boiled shrimp and I had to go pee like a race horse. I was kind of in a hurry as I opened the door to the bathroom. I didn't realize it at first, but some one was already sitting on the toilet. It was my future sister-in-law, Miriam. She had her shorts down around her trim ankles and had been peeing. She quickly closed her legs and covered her nakedness with her hands. I was so embarrassed that I had to close my eyes but I'd already seen her golden-haired pussy. I turned to leave. "Don't go," I heard her say softly. I really didn't want to leave as I had to get rid of about three beers pretty quickly.

I hesitantly turned back towards her as she was still perched on the toilet. As I gazed at her pretty blue eyes, I saw that her legs opened and she began peeing again. I must admit I became fairly turned on as I watched the yellow liquid flowing from her bare loins. She finished and took a wad of toilet paper and patted herself dry.

"Now it's your turn," she said to me in that sweet little voice of hers. That was none too soon for me!

If I didn't have to pee so badly, I probably would have waited until she left. As it was, I had to go and go badly so I couldn't wait another moment longer. I don't consider myself a 'big' guy but I'm probably bigger than most. Miriam was curiously watching me as I pulled my almost-rigid dick out of my unzipped pants. It sounded like a cow pissing on a flat rock. I was more than just a little embarrassed, or should I say, em-bare-assed, as she saw me with my pants down.

When I finished, she said, "Here, let me help with that."

I literally jumped out of my skin when I felt her warm fingers on my hard dick. My girlfriend's little sister stroked my foreskin back and forth like she had done this many times before. She spit into her hand for lubrication and brought me to full attention. I couldn't believe that she was giving me a hand job with her parents and her sister just in the other room. I could smell her perfume and the fragrance of her freshly shampooed hair as she jacked me off. Needless to say, I was quite turned on by her show of brotherly love. After another minute or two of her expert ministrations, I shot my wad into the toilet. Miriam washed her hands and said, "Give me a moment's head start or somebody might think we've been playing hankie-panky."

Miriam had always been the 'wild' child. Her older sister was the 'conservative' and 'responsible' one. Thank god that I had to go back to college or I might have gotten in trouble with an under-aged minor.

Several years passed and I married Miriam's older sister. Miriam was the Maid of Honor at our wedding. I must admit, even getting married that day, Miriam looked fabulous in her pink satin bridesmaid dress. Half way through our wedding reception, my new sister-in-law asked me to dance. If it hadn't been for several glasses of champagne I'd had earlier, I probably would have declined her offer. It was a fast tune so I said okay. The next tune was a slow dance and she wanted to dance one more time with her new brother-in-law so I obliged. Thank goodness that it was fairly dark and crowded on the dance floor as Miriam was grinding her thigh against my loins. It didn't take long before I got a raging hardon.

"Ohhhh, I like that," she cooed into my ear as she sensually rubbed her heated loins against my erect manhood. "If my big sister doesn't take care of you, you can always count on me."

That was one helluva thought, especially on your wedding night. Fortunately, the tune was soon over and I made my way back to my table and wife my new wife but I could never get her pretty little sister out of my mind.

I was on my way to getting drafted after college and sent to Viet Nam so I decided that I would take my fate into my own hands and volunteered for the Marines. Boot camp at Camp LeJeune was a lot tougher than I thought it would be but I had always dreamed of becoming a Marine. I went in as enlisted but due to my college graduate status, I was sent on to Officer Candidate School. I ended up in Korea for a couple of tours of duty and missed all of the action in Viet Nam. All we really had to worry about was the North Koreans roaring across the DMZ (Demilitarized Zone) in South Korea and getting unpronounceable sexually transmitted diseases from the Korean whores.

At the request of my wife, I took leave to go to Miriam's wedding. She was marrying a guy by the name of Maurice and my wife was going to be the Matron of Honor so I couldn't really afford to miss the big event. My wife's parents really went all out for her little sister's wedding and reception. The wedding was held in the big church downtown with the reception at the exclusive country club. It almost didn't happen there as Maurice's Best Man was black and he had invited several other of his black friends to the wedding. The manager of the country club had a fit as "Negras" as he called them, "Are simply not invited inside the club! They can do the yard work, if you want." It really cost Miriam's daddy a pretty penny as he had to shell out a bundle of money to appease the prejudicial country club manager. It would have been a real travesty if part of the wedding party would not be allowed to attend the reception. I did see quite a difference of racial opinion as the older folks frowned upon the blacks at the reception. Miriam made it a point to dance very closely to Maurice's black Best Man who had played football with him in college. Maurice had been a standout football recruit but had gotten hurt in his sophomore year during a conference playoff game. He lost his scholarship but, fortunately, by working a couple of jobs at night and weekends and with the help of Miriam's daddy, Maurice was able to finish college and get his degree in economics. He went on to become a successful insurance agent and even opened his own agency.

One of the things that Miriam did during her wedding reception to 'rub' it into their snobby, country club prejudicial noses, was make it a point to not only dance very close to the Negro Best Man but also to dance with each and every one of the black guys present. Her parents weren't very happy but her new husband didn't seem to mind.

When I finished up my active duty military obligation a few years later, I came back home and worked in the construction business for a while. Pounding a nail really wasn't my idea of work so when a foreman's job came open, I jumped at it. Now, years later, here I am, a project manager in the construction business building regional shopping malls. My next job was a huge new shopping mall in the affluent Mountain Brook area of Birmingham, Alabama. As it was, that was where Maurice and Miriam had taken up residence. My wife was talking to her little sister one Sunday afternoon the week before I needed to be in Birmingham and was surprised that she had asked if I could stay with them to save my per diem. My wife knew that her sister had a little room in the basement that they had converted into a game room. There was also a pull out sofa for when company came to visit. For the six months that I'd be in Birmingham, that would be okay by me. All I thought about the next week was seeing Miriam again.

Maurice was out fishing with some buddies but Miriam was there to greet me. She looked fabulous and I told her so. She just blushed a little. I liked that and smiled at her. Even after fifteen years of marriage, Miriam looked even better than when she was younger. Today, she was wearing a pair of blue jean shorts and a red and white checkered halter top that had been tied into a knot in front revealing her bare, firm tummy. Her beautiful long blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail that bounced when she walked. She was barefoot as usual and had just painted her nails a fire engine red. She had put on lipstick for me but didn't need any makeup for her to look very attractive to me. It didn't take long for a tent to form in the front of my own trousers. I tried in vain to conceal my hardness.

I had been to their house in Mountain Brook a few years earlier but they had only recently installed a swimming pool in their back yard. I thought that it would be especially nice to take a refreshing dip after work to wash off all the grime from a day's work on the construction site. Miriam led me down the stairs into the basement. They had worked very hard to wipe out the musty smell that basements often had. There was also a pool table in the comfortable-sized room. They had replaced the old door leading outside with new sliding glasses doors that gave me a perfect view of the gorgeous pool. This would be better than any hotel that I had stayed at lately!

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