Chapter 8: Teenaged Tease

Police lieutenant John Flett was an upright member of the CoR congregation and he was being seriously considered as a deacon of the church although in deference to the times they were also considering adding a woman as a deacon. But Flett unlike Ramsay held his marriage vows as solemn and never gave serious thought to sex with a woman other than his plump and docile wife Barbara. Except...

He'd wondered a couple of times though if he was the only man alive who wanted to bang his wife's sister. He didn't figure he was, but then again he'd never taken a poll. He hadn't always lusted over Cheryl. When he met her she was only ten years old and he didn't lust over any ten-year-olds. But as the years went by he'd watched her change. The breasts came first and seemingly overnight. By the time she was thirteen she was probably a D-cup and she was proud of her mammarial adornments. And more than once Cheryl had caught her brother in law admiring them. Initially, he was embarrassed, but that was before she started rubbing them up against him. The first time it happened he was sure it was his imagination until five minutes later when she asked if she could borrow ten dollars, and could he not mention it to her sister.

As her tits grew, so did her attitude. She became totally dismissive of adults and used her sharp tongue and roll of her eyes to disparage all comments made from anybody over twenty five. Cheryl also seemed to carry an acute awareness of her budding sexuality. Like a pawn she played it. The borrowing of money in exchange for copping a feel was just one example. Interestingly, it was that attitude and not her good looks that made him want her that much more, an attitude of defiance. An attitude that said, you want to fuck me don't you? Well, guess what... you can't.

The more she led her brother in law on, the more he wanted to fuck her. He wanted to pin her on her back and fill her with his cock. He wanted to bite the nipples on her big tits and he wanted ram every inch of cock he had to offer in her young pussy. He wanted to feel her fingernails dig into the flesh of his triceps as his hips bounced between her legs. He wanted feel her body stiffen beneath him, to hear her whimper in his ear that it was too big and beg him to slow down.

He was not sure why he felt these primal and unchristian urges around Cheryl. He'd never felt these types of animalistic desires for any female before. Actually, it was totally out of character for him. Barbara always described him as a wonderful, caring lover: tender, gentle, and thoughtful and if she'd been brazen enough to talk about sex she'd have said that he always took his time, was always in tune with her body's rhythm, and always moving slowly and sensuously. And almost always he made her cum to a glorious climax. But with Cheryl, for him the rules all changed. With Cheryl he smelled sex and nothing more.

Still, as much as he wanted his young sister in law and as often as she filled his fantasies when he was trying to pretend that his plump, soft bodied wife was her firm-bodied, big-titted sister he was well aware that his desires could never be satisfied. The girl was a tease. He just hoped she didn't end up teasing the wrong person.

It was a Saturday night and Barbara had hosted a dinner in honor of Cheryl's seventeenth birthday. Their parents were off traveling in some distant country and her two other sisters begged off for some reason or other. Actually they didn't come because they or their husbands were over the magic age of twenty five and they couldn't stand their young sister's nastiness. So the dinner party was just John, Barbara and Cheryl. And three bottles of wine.

With dinner finished and the wine half gone John cleaned up the dishes while Barbara and her sister chatted. That's not quite accurate. Barbara tried to make conversation and Cheryl contradicted everything she said.

"Let's play a game!" Barbara suggested after John finished with the dishes.

"Oh great -- what's next, break out are Barbies?" Cheryl asked, rolling her eyes.

Barbara threw a glare in Cheryl's direction as she made her way to the closet that held the board games. "What about Scrabble?" she called out over her shoulder. It was a question she wasn't really expecting an answer to.

They set up the game on the card table and discussed the rules they would follow. Cheryl wanted to use dice to choose the first player and she wanted carte blanche for dictionary selection. John looked surreptitiously at the night's breast-flattering blouse which consisted of a snug-fitting yellow tank top. The seventeen year old saw his discreet glance and drew back her shoulders to show her magnificent boobs in sharp relief under the flimsy top. When she took the dice in her small hand to establish who would play first he got another good look at her jiggling tits as she shook the dice. Did she use that same up and down motion on her boyfriend's cock? As the evening progressed he caught Barbara eyeing him, trying to see if he was still checking out her sister's prominently displayed boobs. He was and his organ swelled with incestuous desire.

Barbara didn't really mind that her loving husband cast lustful but fleeting looks at her kid sister. She had first noticed it about four years ago when Cheryl's bust became prominent. But she'd noticed also that after they were with her sister and no matter how disagreeable the girl was that John was delightfully passionate in bed and some of her best sex experiences had happened after Cheryl had almost blatantly teased him.

"Frig is not a real word," Barbara objected when her sister put those four letters together.

"How about this, then?" Cheryl spelled out f-u-c-k. "That's a real word isn't it?"

"Don't use that language Cheryl. Not even with scrabble tiles." But John could see that his wife was nervous about chiding her younger sister.

"Pleassse, John," the birthday girl begged, batting her blue eyes at him, turning on that fake charm. "We can use anything in the dictionary can't we? I mean, the complete dictionary including slang." She drained her wine glass and signaled imperiously for John to refill it.

"Well, I guess so," the man said. It's her birthday, Barb so we can allow that can't we?" He filled the girl's glass.

"I suppose so," the older woman said grudgingly. Cheryl's increasingly tasteless use of sexual allusions disturbed her.

The network of connected words grew and grew with Cheryl adding an occasional four-letter word accompanied by a defiant glance at her sister. And she continued drinking wine. Time and again she chose a new word location that necessitated a reach across in front of her brother in law and each time she did that she managed to rub her big tits on some part of him, his arm, shoulder or the back of his hand.