His Sister, Between My Legs

A naughty encounter with her sister-in-law [fisting]

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Friday night was family dinner for the Patel family. It’s when everyone comes together to celebrate the week’s wins. This Friday night is also Sumaya birthday: Amaya’s sister-in-law. The names are confusing, indeed. The mansion pulsed with excitement for their princess’ thirtieth birthday. Neon strobe lighting ran across each window pane, all the colours Sumaya adored. Red and pink, it did mimic the Red Light District a little too much. Alas, whatever Sumaya desired, Sumaya acquired. It was a perk being the only devoted daughter of a billionaire. So when Amaya married her brother, Ayaan, it seemed that Sumaya had gained a sister…or competition.

However all that glitters isn’t gold, my lovely readers. Within the confines of the luxurious mansion, adorned with gaudy items and high ceilings. There’s something very fishy going on between the two young women of the house. Cat fights? No. Jealousy? No! So what do you think it is?

The clock struck seven. The servers lined up in a perfectly in the foyer, trays of champagne at the ready. Ayaan and Amaya were the last to enter; and typically Ayaan ignored everyone and went straight into the study to talk to his father about some business predicament. His dark leather brogues clacking on the black and white tiles as he hurried away from his beloved wife. Amaya would politely greet the servers and conduct small-talk as she hid the shame of being ignored by her husband. Told you, all that glitters isn’t gold.

Making her way into the parlour with a glass of champagne in hand and a fake smile plastered on her face, she was welcomed warmly by her in-laws. Mahisha Patel was the matriarch and always dressed to the nines. Her slim figure was clothed in a sheer pink sari. Bulgari jewellery sparkled around her wrists and neck. An elegant lady. Har foxy brown eyes darted to Amaya and welcomed her into the throng of family members and guests.

“Namaste beta! You look lovely. Ayaan is with his Papa?” Mahisha’s rich velvet voice cooed to Amaya.

“Hi Mahisha. Yes, he said it was about some investment meeting.” Amaya had nothing more to say as she sipped on her champagne.

A loveless marriage is what she was trapped in. Moreover, she was confused about her sexuality. After Sumaya had come out to her parents, she was applauded and seemed to surmount a lot of support. Amaya knew that her long-standing attraction to her sister-in-law was something more. The stolen glances at dinner every week. The prolonged touches. They could never exhibit their true affection for each other, for nothing had happened….yet. The innocent duo would send each other memes, text occasionally about the newest trends. Everything else was communicated via the family group chat. From the outside they looked like two happy, civil sisters (in-law).

Sumaya entered through the gold embossed cream doors. To Amaya she resembled a princess, a sexy dominatrix. Her wine coloured gown clung to her hips. The backless cut enhanced her long torso. Amaya could not take her eyes off her. Sumaya’s full breasts were bursting from her corseted bustier. Maroon jewels accentuated her smoky, brown eyes. Some would call her a siren. Amaya would call her, perfection.

“Thank you everyone for coming to my birthday. Please eat, drink and enjoy.” Her husky voice filled the extravagant parlour.

The entire parlour cheered as they all began to mingle under the chandelier. But all was not quiet. Amaya couldn’t keep her emerald eyes off Sumaya. Sumaya’s long blonde hair kept whipping around to catch Amaya’s eyes. This game of cat and mouse is incredibly boring! Let’s make it interesting…

Now I decided to intervene. Call me Kismet. We have met before, but I don’t think you remember me…

Amaya needed some peace and quiet from the roaring party. The jazz band had arrived and added to the sheer lively atmosphere. It did mimic a Roaring Twenties affair. She entered the library. The smell of cigars and oak wafted through the air, allowing Amaya to take a much needed respite. First editions hung on each shelf, an obvious brag from her in-laws. The large oak desk sat in the middle, intimidating the room, making it look larger. It was timeless.

“Oh sorry. I didn’t realise you were in here. I needed somewhere to take my heels off. They are killing!” Sumaya’s tipsy lilt came from the entrance of the library.

“No no, come sit. I was just…It was…I needed some quiet,” Amaya responded in a whisper.

“So… You didn’t like the party?” Sumaya said as she walked in, closing the door behind her. Locking it.

“I am,” she said simply.

“So why can’t I see it on your face?” Sumaya walked towards her now, closing the gap.

“Because every time I see you. I’m reminded of how I can’t be with you. Touch you.” A very honest response from Amaya.

“You’ve felt it too?” It was Sumaya’s turn to be surprised now.

“Always,” she whispered.

In that moment, Sumaya pushed a strand behind Amaya’s ear. Staring for a while, then kissed her. Hard. On the mouth. Amaya’s lips parted to welcome the kiss. Both of their tongues intertwining with each other. Sumaya’s hands gripped Amaya’s waist and pushed her towards the desk. Amaya gasped when she felt the coldness of the desk against the back of her knees. Sumaya began kissing down her neck, trailing inferno bites causing Amaya to moan loudly.

“What if…” Amaya gasped.

“No one will. They’re too busy,” Sumaya said between her assault on Amaya’s nape.

Pushing her against the desk now, her upper body was supported by the desk. Sumaya pushed the top of her dress down forcefully, revealing Amaya’s brown, hard nipples. Leaned down, she began sucking on them softly. She was waiting for sister-in-law to object. However only moans of pleasure echoed through the vintage library. Sumaya hiked her dress up to reveal a floral lace thong, focusing on pushing that down, Amaya now had her Valentino dress hunched between her torso.

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“Sit up on the desk. I’m going to eat your pussy.” Sumaya demanded. Taking the lead.

Amaya sat atop the gold encrusted desk and spread her legs. She revealed that her pussy was wet. Sumaya took a step back and licked her lips, relishing in the thought of what her sister-in-law would taste like.

“Lean back and enjoy what it feels like to be worshipped because I know my brother won’t.” She said, matter of fact.

With one last kiss, Sumaya knelt down to begin eating her sister-in-law out. She was gentle at first, kissing her inner-thigh, licking and caressing the soft flesh. She then took a whiff of her scent, relishing in her musk. Sumaya spread her lips open to reveal Amaya’s clitoris. As if on queue, a long languid lick from the top to bottom accosted Amaya’s senses, and she gasped. The long licks turned into short, invasive intrusions as Sumaya began teasing her. Her legs still wide open and with her drawing circles on her clitoris. Amaya began to writhe against her face as she needed more of Sumaya.

However her sister-in-law had other ideas, pushing her body further back and now splayed in front of her, she pushed her index finger inside of her beautifully wet pussy. Sucking on her clitoris while fingering. Small circles was Sumaya’s speciality, she would pace correctly to ensure that her married sister-in-law would get the ultimate pleasure from her mouth and finger. Believing that she needed to make Amaya scream in delight, she upped the ante. Gathering the spittle at the back of throat, she spat on Amaya’s already soaked pussy and inserted two more fingers into her. Thrusting back and forth, almost losing her entire hand inside of her sister-in-law. Amaya was struggling to see straight. It was exactly what she needed. All the while, Sumaya brought her head back to passionately kiss her. Their tongues danced with each other. Amaya enjoying the taste of her own juices.

“Do you think you can take my whole fist?” she mumbled against her lips.

“Ye-yeah.” It wasn’t hesitation from Amaya, but excitement.

Sumaya kept consistently thrusting her three fingers inside of her. The moans filling the room, then she stopped to prepare the fourth finger to penetrate her sister-in-law. Amaya shrieked as the four fingers worked over-time. Sumaya was in shock to see how easily Amaya took her hand. Now gripping on the the desk for support, Sumaya fucked her. Hard. She no longer felt like she wanted to be sweet and gentle, instead she wanted to see Amaya lose herself. Without any warning, she inserted her thumb, and by making a fist, her entire hand became a pleasure trove for Amaya.

It was a sight to behold, the expensive rings that Sumaya wore, were now soaked with Amaya’s pussy juices. Indeed, making it all glitter. The rings added an extra element of texture for her as she nourished in feeling wanted and desired, but most of all, filled with pleasure. Wet sounds began escaping Amaya’s pussy and she could feel that she was close. Her pussy beginning to quiver in anticipation toward her explosion. All she could see was Sumaya’s pink diamond tennis bracelet glinting from below as she began sucking on her clit and fisting her. It was truly a sight. A few thrusts of Sumaya’s fist and Amaya could see the stars and the moon. Her legs closing involuntarily, and shaking from the torrent of her orgasm. Sumaya wouldn’t stop until every single ounce of Amaya’s juice was not plastered around her face, or sunk into her diamond ring.

Amaya lay there gobsmacked at what had just happened. A fist still remained in her wet pussy, and now she was dealing with he after-shocks of her orgasm. Sumaya placed a gentle kiss on the inside of her thigh and stood up, kissing her to lock in the delicious taste.

“We should meet here every Friday night,” Sumaya asserted.

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