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More Than Just Good Friends

More than just Good Friends

My wife Betty and I have been married for more than 25 years and have known each other nearly 30. During our entire time together I've always had a "little spark" for Betty's older sister Tricia.

Like Betty, Tricia is a petite woman; in fact, she's even smaller than Betty. I'm guessing Tricia is just five feet tall, she can't weigh much more than 100 pounds, and she has 32B breasts which are relatively small when compared to Betty's which are 34C. Tricia has an angelic, model-like face, shoulder length black hair and crystal clear blue eyes. In my opinion, Tricia is a very beautiful woman.

For most of my marriage, my relationship with my sister-in-law has been nearly non-existent. We lived in different states, we both had children and jobs that kept us busy, which meant that we rarely saw each other in person. We only spoke on the phone occasionally, usually for no more than a minute or two and only a handful of times throughout the year. But that all changed a couple of years ago.

When Betty and I bought our lake-front cabin in Minnesota it meant we were now within a few of hours of Tricia, who lives in another part of the state with her husband Robert and their three sons. Tricia and I have seen each other more in the past two years than we had in the previous 28.

During the past couple of years, Tricia and I found out that we have a lot in common and share a similar sense of humor. When we saw each other at family gatherings, at my mother-in-law's house and at our cabin, Tricia and I talked and laughed and really got to know each other.

I have to admit it; my "little spark" for Tricia had grown into something more akin to a "flame." That's why I was particularly excited this past August when Betty told me that Tricia was going to be bringing their mother for a visit to our lake house for a four-day visit.

Tricia arrived in her minivan with my mother-in-law around 3:30 p.m. on Thursday. I helped Betty get her 80-year-old mother out of the van and into the house and then I went back out to the driveway to help Tricia unload the luggage.

Tricia was wearing a turquoise-colored halter top with ties around her neck and on her back, revealing the smooth tBettyd skin of her arms, shoulders and back. The light-weight material of her halter top cupped her tiny breasts ever so gently and her nipples were clearly visible. Tricia was wearing a short, pleated white mini-skirt and flip flops.

As she reached into the back of the van to grab her carry-on bag, Tricia's skirt rode up her legs giving me a glimpse of the bottom inch of her tight little butt cheeks. Her legs were fit, tBettyd and smooth, and I wanted to rub my hands from her ankles all the way up to her hot little ass.

Instead, I moved along side Tricia, reached into the van to grab her carry-on bag and lifted it out for her. Tricia looked at me directly in the eyes, smiled and said "thank you," in the sweetest little voice. I nearly melted.

The four of us enjoyed a wonderful dinner that evening before making our way out to the dock to watch the sunset. The sunset was fantastic and the conversation comfortable and loving. At dark, we finally made our way back to the house. Everyone was tired, so we decided to call it an early night and go to bed.

The next day we were greeted with thunderstorms and strong winds, so we all stayed inside, read books, played cards and just hung out. It was nice day, again filled with pleasant conversation and laughter. Tricia and I flirted a bit, spicing up our conversation with a double entendre here and there, and exchanging longing looks when no one else was around.

On Saturday morning, Betty announced that she needed to go into town to get some groceries and other supplies and asked who wanted to go with her. The storms had passed and it was a beautiful day and I really had planned on do some fishing, so I said no thanks.

Tricia said she'd prefer to stay back at the cabin as well since she had been spending so much time in the past few months attending to their mother's needs.

"I just need a little time where I'm not the care-giver," Tricia said to Betty.

Betty understood completely, so it was decided that Betty and her mom would go into town, while Tricia and I stayed at the cabin.

When Betty and I make a typical trip into town it usually takes us somewhere between four and six hours. It's an hour drive into town, then there's the grocery shopping, running other errands, getting gas, and other non-grocery items and then the hour ride back to the lake.

With Betty's mother in tow, Betty planned to be gone the better part of the day. Around 10 a.m., Betty and her mom got into our truck and drove off for town. I decided to go fishing for a couple of hours, while Tricia planned to go for a long bike ride, followed by yoga and a shower.

I had a great day on the water and caught plenty of fish for a fish-fry dinner later that evening. After getting the boat in the lift, I made my way into the cabin. Tricia was sitting on the couch reading a magazine. Her hair was still damp from her shower and she looked fantastic in a pair of very short cut-off blue jean shorts and a white wife-beater type tank top T-shirt. It was clear Tricia had no bra on.

"Why don't you take a shower," Tricia said to me, "and I'll make us some lunch."

I went back to the bathroom, took a shower, and got dressed. Since it was a hot day, I simply pulled on a pair of shorts (skipping my usual boxers) and a T-shirt. I walked to the kitchen where Tricia was sitting at the table. There was sandwich at my place and she had already started in on hers.

"I thought after lunch we could take a walk in the woods," Tricia suggested.

"That sounds fine with me," I replied, making my way to the refrigerator. "Would you like a beer?" I asked.

"Sure," Tricia said, wiping the corner of her mouth with a napkin.

We sat there making small talk as we ate our sandwiches and drank our beers. When we had finished eating, we slipped on our flip flops and made our way out to the woods. We live in the heart of both state and federal forests which are full with miles and miles of hiking trails. Tricia and I selected a trail close by and started out on our journey.

As we walked, we talked about nothing in particular and there was absolutely no flirting or racy language between us, just a friendly conversation between a brother-in-law and sister-in-law.

We had been hiking for about 30 minutes when I told Tricia how much I valued getting to know her during these past couple of years, how much I really enjoyed her company, and that I was honored to call her one of my best friends.

Tricia stopped in her tracks, turned to face me, took my hands in hers and said, "That's very sweet of you, but I think we'd both like to be more than just friends, don't you? I know I'd like to take this relationship to the next level."

Tricia then leaned forward, put her arms around my neck, and kissed me on the mouth. Not a friendly little kiss mind you, but an open mouth, deep French kiss. Our tongues danced in each other’s mouths and I could feel her little breasts pressing against my chest.

We kissed for at least a full minute before Tricia finally broke our embrace and took a couple of steps back. Standing there in front of me, Tricia pulled her tank top up and over her head revealing her beautiful little baseball-sized tits and toned flat stomach.

Tricia then undid the button of her cut-off shorts, pulled down the zipper, hooked her thumbs in the waistband and wriggled them over her gently rounded hips. Her shorts dropped to her ankles and she stepped out of them showing me her hot naked body.

Tricia had a neatly trimmed little stripe of black pubic hair about 2-inches long and no wider than a pencil, just above her clit, but she was completely shaved around her pussy lips. Like Betty, Tricia's lips were full and pink. "Beautiful pussies must run in the family," I thought to myself.

Tricia stepped toward me, wrapped her arms around my neck and started kissing me again. As we continued to kiss passionately, I ran my hands down Tricia's shoulders to the small of her back and finally let them cup her tight little butt cheeks. Tricia was pressed hard against me and I'm sure she could feel my rock-hard cock against her stomach.

Expertly, Tricia moved her hands to the belt of my shorts, quickly undid the belt, button and zipper, allowing my shorts to fall to my ankles. Without breaking our kiss, Tricia wrapped one hand around my cock and started stroking it, and with the other hand she massaged my balls.

Slowly, Tricia broke our kiss, dropped to her knees and took my cock into her warm, wet mouth. I pulled off my shirt so I was standing on the trail completely naked. Tricia continued to massage my balls with one hand, but with her other hand she started twisting as well as stroking my cock. My wife Betty gives awesome blow jobs, but her sister Tricia had taken the art of cock sucking to an entirely new level in my book.

And just when I thought it couldn't get any better, Tricia released my balls, slipped her arm around my thigh and put her index finger on my ass. At first, she just lightly rubbed my sphincter, but slowly, Tricia began to push her finger into my asshole. Soon Tricia had her entire index finger up my ass. I was in heaven. Here I was standing completely naked in the woods, getting a fantastic blow job from my hot sister-in-law while she finger-fucked my butt.

I was getting very close to cumming, but I didn't want this to end right now. "Please," I said to Tricia, "just stop for a while. I don't want to cum just yet."

Releasing my cock from her mouth, and her finger from my ass, Tricia stood up and said, "Alright then, I guess it's my turn."

Tricia leaned against a small tree, thrust out her hips and spread her legs. She didn't need to tell me what "her turn" meant, I knew she wanted her luscious pussy licked. I knelt down in front of Tricia, put my hands on her hips and moved my mouth to her beautiful wet slit. Slowly I began licking the outer lips of Tricia's pussy.

Tricia put her hands on my head and began running her hands through my thick hair. Tricia's husband Robert has been bald since the day I meant him nearly 30 years ago, and for the past 20 he's been shaving his entire head. I must admit, it does look good on him, but Tricia must miss running her hands through a thick head of hair while a man eats her pussy because she was really stroking my hair.

I pushed my tongue deeper into Tricia's dripping wet cunt and moved my hand to her ass. At first I just squeezed her butt cheeks, but I figured that since she had her finger in my ass that maybe she wanted me to return the favor.

I put my finger on her tiny little asshole and immediately Tricia purred, "Ummm yeah," and adjusted her hips and legs a bit giving me better access to her ass. I continued to drive my tongue in and out of her wet pussy while I pushed my index finger into her butt. Again Tricia purred, and she even started to slowly rotate her hips. She was really getting off on me fingering her ass.

I moved my mouth to her clit and began sucking on her little button. Tricia grabbed my hair tight with both hands and began shaking.

"Oh god yes," she cried as she started to cum.

I continued to suck on her clit and finger her ass, and in an instant Tricia let loose with a tremendous orgasm. Her pussy juice ran out of her in waves and I drank it up and quickly as she produced it.

Finally, I could feel petite Tricia's body begin to relax. The grip she had on my hair loosened and she slumped against the tree. I removed my mouth from her still quivering pussy and slowly pulled my finger out of her ass. For no particular reason, I decided to smell my finger. To my surprise, there was no real smell at all. "She must have thoroughly cleaned her pussy and her ass when she showered," I thought to myself. And that gave me an idea.

"Turn around," I said to Tricia.

Without hesitation, Tricia turned so she was facing the tree. I put my hands on her tiny little butt cheeks and spread her ass. I leaned in and began flicking my tongue on her sweet little balloon knot.

"Oh yeah," Tricia said. "Lick my asshole. Stick your tongue in my butt."

This was truly a side of Tricia I never would have guessed. Who knew that this demure mother of three would love having her asshole licked?

I went to work. First I just licked her sphincter, but after her butt hole was good and wet, I curled my tongue and pushed it inside Tricia's tight little ass. Tricia took her hands off the tree, leaning her shoulder on it for support, then took her hands and spread her butt cheeks as wide as they would go.

I took one of my hands off her butt and moved it to her sopping wet pussy. I pushed my middle and ring fingers into her pussy and started to finger fuck her, all the while I was thrusting my tongue in and out of Tricia's tight asshole.

"Oh god I'm cumming again," Tricia screamed.

She started shaking and I could feel her juices running down my hand and wrist.

"I need your cock in me right now," Tricia cried. "Fuck me. Fuck me now with that big cock of yours."

I pulled my tongue out of Tricia's ass, my fingers out of her juicy cunt, stood up and with her back still facing me, I slid my rock-hard cock into her tight little pussy.

The first thing I noticed was that Tricia's pussy was both tighter and hotter, temperature-wise, than my wife Betty's. This only added to the incredible sensation I was having while fucking my petite sister-in-law out there in the woods under the clear blue sky.

I pumped my cock in and out of Tricia's hot pussy while squeezing her tiny little tits and twisting her hard little nipples. It didn't take long and Tricia was cumming again.

"Oh god, oh god," Tricia said over and over as her tiny little body shook with yet another powerful orgasm.

I was on the verge of cumming myself, when my thoughts again turned to Tricia's tight little asshole. I pulled my slick, wet cock out of Tricia's pussy, put the head of my prick against Tricia's sphincter and began pushing it into her butt. I was a bit surprised when Tricia offered absolutely no resistance. Instead, she reached around and once again used her hands to spread her butt cheeks.

I gently pushed my cock into Tricia's tight asshole until my entire dick was buried deep within her. I pulled my cock back until just then head was in her ass, then I pushed it back into my hot petite sister-in-law. Over and over again I pumped my cock in and out of Tricia's tight anus, until I was ready to explode. I then thought to myself, "Let’s see just how far Tricia's willing to go."

I pulled my dick completely out of Tricia's butt, put my hands on her smooth shoulders, turned her around and gently pushed her to her knees. Without saying a word Tricia took my cock -- which had just come out of her ass -- into her mouth and began sucking on it for all she was worth. I didn't last a minute. My balls tingled, my leg and back muscles tightened up and I blew load after load of hot, sticky cum into Tricia's mouth. To her credit, she swallowed every last drop.

For the next couple of minutes, Tricia continued to lick my cock, completely cleaning it of my cum, her pussy juices and anything her ass may have left behind. She then stood up and gave me a deep, French kiss. I could smell and taste myself, her pussy and her ass on her mouth, and I have to say, it was the most erotic kiss of my life.

After kissing for many minutes I finally suggested, "Maybe we should get dressed and head back to the cabin."

So both Tricia and I put on our clothes, and then walked hand and hand in silence back to the cabin.

When we arrived, Betty and her mother were still not home. I checked the answering machine for messages and there was one from Betty.

"Mom and I decided to get a late lunch, so we probably won't be home until sometime after 6 p.m.," my wife said on her message. I looked at the clock and it was only 4:15 p.m.

Tricia had heard the message too and asked, "Do you want to go to my room and do it some more?"

"You don't need to ask me twice," was my response.

In a flash the two of us were naked and lying on Tricia's bed kissing. I was gently rubbing her asshole with my finger and she was stroking my cock with her hand. Tricia then started kissing my chest and stomach as she moved her way down to my cock. Once again, my dick was in Tricia's hot little mouth. I adjusted myself on the bed so we were now in the sixty-nine position.

We were both laying on our sides, Tricia had my dick in her mouth, while my head rested on Tricia's left leg, my mouth pressed against her pussy. I worked my tongue into Tricia's already wet pussy. I had really come to love her taste, and I wasted no time sliding my tongue deep inside her vagina, causing her juices to flow into my mouth. We were in no hurry, so we laid there on the bed for nearly 20 minutes with me tonguing Tricia's pussy and her sucking on my cock.

We finally broke from this position and Tricia laid flat on her back. I climbed on top of her in the missionary position and slid my rock-hard dick into her tight, hot pussy in one easy motion. Tricia put her legs up and over my shoulders allowing me to push my cock deep inside of her.

I started pumping my cock slowly in Tricia's pussy at first, and then gradually I picked up the pace. Soon, I was pounding my dick hard in and out of Tricia's hot little cunt. Tricia started to cum first, saying over and over again, "cum in me, cum in me." So I did. My ass muscles tightened and I let loose with all my energy. I blew my entire load in Tricia's sweet, beautiful pussy.

When I had finally deposited the last of my seed deep inside of Tricia's pussy, I rolled off of her and she curled up in my arms. We laid there naked in our embrace for quite some time until I thought I heard the truck pull into the driveway. I shot up out of bed, quickly pulled on my shorts and T-shirt and went into the kitchen to look out the window.

"They're home," I called out to Tricia, as I made my way to the front door.

I went outside, helped Betty's mother from the cab of the pickup, and helped her into the house. Just then, Tricia made her way from the back of the house, her hair was neatly brushed, she was wearing a navy blue T-shirt and the white, pleated mini-skirt she had on the day she and her mother had first arrived.

Everyone said hi to each other, and then Betty, Tricia and I began the process of bringing the groceries from the truck to the house. At one point when Tricia and I were alone outside she leaned in toward me and whispered, "I don't think I'll be able to wear shorts, pants or even underwear for a few days. You gave my pussy and ass quite a work out."

"Well, on the plus side," I said, "you look really hot in that mini-skirt."

Then I noticed that Tricia had a glob of cum dripping down the inside of one of her thighs.

"You might want to wipe that off," I said pointing to her thigh.

Tricia looked down, took one of her fingers, wiped up the cum off her thigh and stuck it in her mouth. "Ummm, sweet as honey," she purred.

Tricia and her mom left the next day. I'm sure we both would have loved another chance to be with each other, but the opportunity never presented itself.

It's been a couple of months now since our encounter, and Betty and I are back in California. I haven't even talked to Tricia since that gloriously erotic day last August. Who knows if we'll ever hook up again? But even if we don't, I know we'll always be more than just friends.


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