This is a work of erotic fiction.  This work may contain description of sexual intercourse between consenting adults, non-consenting adults, adults and children (both consensual and non-consensual).  If you are turned off by such works, leave now. 

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My Sister-in-Law

If I were to ever say that Renu didn’t excite me, it would be an outright lie. As a matter of fact, any man claiming to say that she didn’t make him horny was lying. Renu is one of those women who can make a man go crazy with lust. The worst part is that she knows it. By the way, just for the record, Renu is my wife’s younger sister. 

So when my wife announced that Renu would be coming to live with us for a while I received the news with mixed emotions. It was bad enough when we used to visit her parents, but at least that was only once a year and for a period of a week at that. During that week Renu would torture the hell out of me. She knew that I knew what she was doing and I knew that she knew I knew. I’m surprised that my wife never questioned me about my heightened sex drive when we visited her home.

The first few days after her arrival ran true to form. I would find myself looking up her skirt, which would have accidentally ridden up to display her wet panties. The woman was a nymphomaniac, if there ever was one. She story was that she was in town looking for a job. Surprisingly, she found one very soon and then life began to settle into a kind of routine. My wife would leave for work at 6:30 a.m. Renu and me would leave together at 9. Renu usually had her bath after my wife left, so she would use the two and half hours to torture me by lounging about the house wrapped in a bath towel.

The evenings were better as my wife would be back before either of us were. So Renu would behave herself, at least as much as Renu could. But after supper, the torture would begin again. My wife would hit the sack immediately. I usually stayed up watching some TV or reading a paperback and Renu would keep me company. 

It was in the second week of her stay that she made her first move.

“Could you help me out here?” she asked me.

“Sure, what do you need?” I asked back. 

“I can’t seem to decide what to wear. I’ve laid out a few clothes on my bed, tell me which one you think I should wear.”

I followed her towel clad body into her bedroom. On the bad she had laid out two sets of clothes. One was a sleeveless t-shirt coupled with a jean which I knew clung to her like they stitched it around her. The other was a t-shirt with a plunging neckline and a skirt which stopped well above her knees.

“The sleeveless and the jeans look good”, I told her.

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“Why did you choose that?”

“Well, because I think you looked smashing in it the last time you wore it.”

“Good enough”, she said and dropped the towel. 

I stared at her naked body for moment and turned to leave.

“You can stay and watch me dress, if you like. Going by the way you have been ogling at me, I guess it’s time you got to see what I have to offer.”

Her eyes shone with a naughty twinkle, she was daring me to take her up on the challenge. So I stayed and watched her cover that wonderful body. After she was done I left the room with a raging hard on. My wife got a royal fucking that night.

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“What did you do to my sister last night?” Renu asked me.

Today I had chose for her to wear a saree, again with a sleeveless blouse. 

“What do you mean?” I asked in return.

“She looks like she stayed up all night. Don’t tell me you fucked me through fucking her.”

“IF I fuck my wife, believe me it’s my wife I’m fucking.”

“So if I want it, I have to get on my back and spread, is that what you are saying.”

“Take it anyway you like”, I shot back.

“I’ll take it in the missionary position”, she said, twisting my words around and lay back on the bed with her legs spread out.

I hesitated.

“Quick, or we’ll both be late to work.”

I couldn’t help it. I yanked my zipper down, pulled out my penis and mounted her.

We made love like two animals in heat and it was over before we could warm up. Both of us had been yearning for it too long to be able to control ourselves.
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