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A few weeks passed since my first lovemaking session with my sister-in-law Mary and my wife seemed to be oblivious to it. Mary and I stole every moment we could to have sex, even quickies, in many parts of the house. It was sometimes difficult considering the size of the townhouse and the fact that my wife and her other sister was constantly with us. Even at that, we managed satisfy each other a good number of times. I was surprised at how horny Mary was and more surprised at how much she seemed to enjoy having sex with me. To keep up appearances, I also had to have copious amounts of sex with my wife with the hope that keeping her satisfied would keep her mind off observing anything out of the ordinary between Mary and myself. I think it worked as life was blissful and all was happy at my home. But even with my wife and Mary around, I started to develop thoughts about their youngest sister Anne. Anne was 22, about five foot 4, which made her the tallest of the three sisters. She had nice athletic legs but what really turn me on is her size 34C breasts. She wasn’t as eye-catching as my wife but had a certain quality about her that made her desirable to me. Anne was the good girl of the sisters and had just one boyfriend so far who she broke up with for being too aggressive and jealous. As far as I know, the guy never even got to first base. As far as I knew, Anne was still a virgin. For some reason, she was always open with me. I think she saw me as another big brother and told me a lot of things about what was going on with her. I like our relationship and I really enjoy Anne’s outlook on life. When I first met Anne, she wore dowdy and oversized clothes which hid her breasts. I had always thought she was flat like Mary. However, there was one day we went out to the beach and I finally saw them at their full glory. She wore a nice bikini top and I immediately noticed the size of those things. I had an immediate hard-on which would have been noticed had I not been wearing baggy shorts. Since that day, I’ve fantasized about sucking those melons. Sometimes, I had a choice of masturbating istanbul travesti on thoughts of Mary’s ass or Anne’s tits. Well, on another weekend afternoon, little did I know that I would be one of the most important things in Anne’s life. My wife had to go on an errand with Mary which would take them most of the day to do as they had to travel about two hours out of town. I decided to stay home and catch up on some reading while Anne decided to stay home to clean up the house as it was her turn to do that particular chore. Around mid-afternoon, I decided to stretch my legs and see how Anne was doing and got out of the room. I saw her in the TV room arranging the DVDs as I we had a couple of movie nights and a lot of the discs were just lying around. Anne was wearing tight short shorts and a body hugging top which showed off her magnificent breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra so I could easily see her nipples poking. “You had anything to eat yet?” she asked. “Nah, I got caught up reading and forgot it was already late in the afternoon,” I replied. “Want me to fix you something?” she asked. Feeling a bit hungry, I told her I wouldn’t mind a salad or sandwich if it was alright. She said she was also a bit famished so she’d fix us a couple of sandwiches. As she bent over to get the last of the DVDs, I quickly glanced at her cleavage and saw a flash of her nipples. Again, my mind drifted to sucking those twins. As my thoughts wandered, I failed to notice that Anne caught me looking down her top. She immediately stood up and straightened out her top. Needless to say, I was embarassed and looked away and mumbled something about how hot the day was. She silently went to the kitched and prepared two BLTs and called me to the table to eat. We chatted about what was going on and I asked her about her job and how things were going. She mentioned that she was happy with what she was doing and the people at her office were great. I asked if there were any cute guys she could go out with and she replied that there were a couple that looked good. Then the conversation istanbul travestileri turned a bit hot. “There’s a couple of cute guys but I can feel they just want me for something all men want,” she said. “And what would that be?” “Well, they look at my tits all the time and it creeps me out. Makes me feel dirty.” Trying to sound brotherly, I told her, “Well, they are very attractive, you know. In fact, those are some of the best boobs I’ve seen. No disrespect.” She looked at me strangely which told me that she may have been offended by what I said. I immediately apologized and told her I had meant no malice by what I said. She just smiled and to my surprise, said, “You think so?” Trying to be blase about it, “Actually, yes. They’re nicely proportioned and round just like men want them.” “This conversation is getting a bit weird,” she replied. “I know. I’m sorry,” I immediately apologized. “It’s alright, Joe. I know you mean well. We’ve always been able to talk about these things anyway.” “Yeah, well, let’s just forget about it. I don’t want you to get creeped out by me,” I shyly returned to her. We continued to chat about other things and finished our lunch. She stood from the table and bent over again to get my plate. As she did so, I again so her cleavage and those nice nipples. Again, she caught me and sat down. She looked at me in a strange sort of way and I felt very guilty and awkward. “Joe, were you looking down my top?” she asked quietly. “Yeah. I’m sorry. It’s just that your boobs are so gorgeous. I couldn’t help myself,” I stammered. She just looked at me for a minute and finally said, “Would you like a better look at them?” “What?,” I said incredously. “Do you want to see them?” she again asked. Throwing caution to the wind, nodded my head. To my great exhiliration, she stood up and slowly took of her top. Out popped the most magnificent breasts I had ever seen. They were still perky and high on her chest as I don’t think any man has touched them at all. All I could do was stare and admire them. My cock had immediately hardened travesti istanbul and started to poke through my boxers. “Well?,” she asked with an innocent smile that all the more made me want to take her. “Those…those are just fantastic. Gosh, you’d make a great Playboy centerfold,” I answered. “Would you like to touch them?” she quizzed. “May I?” “Go ahead, Joe.” Looking around out of reflex to see if anyone could see, I stretched my hands out and cupped them tenderly. My thumbs worked on her nipples slowly. They were now alive and hard. Taking care not to be too rough, I squeezed her boobs gently and just took stock of them. I couldn’t believe I was finally touching those breasts that I had fantasized on for so long. Looking at Anne’s face, her eyes were closed and I could feel she was enjoying it. Her legs were shaking and I could see the beginnings of moisture forming on her white shorts. She was moaning softly while I was kneading her breasts over and over. She opened her eyes and looked down and saw my now rock-hard cock totally out of my boxers. Smiling, she asked if she could touch it. I told her to kneel and stroke it. She did so and slowly took a hold of my cock and stroked it. “Believe it or not, this is the first time I’ve ever held a man’s…uh…thing,” she said coyly. “You’re shitting me,” I said. “No. I’ve never let anyone touch me this way and I’ve never touched a man in this way either. I’m saving myself for the right man.” With self-control, I slowly pushed back and took her hands off my cock gently and said, “Look Anne, I don’t want you to regret doing this. I’m your brother-in-law and I know you’ll meet some other man who can give you what I can’t give.” She looked at me with those innocent eyes and simply replied, “Joe, I’ve always wanted you to be my first lover. I don’t know why but I’ve always been comfortable with you and I know you’d never hurt me. That’s also one of the reasons I agree to move in with you and my sister.” Anne’s words slowly sank in me with disbelief. I asked myself what was up with the women in this family? Did all of them want me? As I gathered myself, I asked, “Anne, I’m really flattered but are you sure this is what you want? This is the only time you’ll lose your virginity and I wouldn’t want you to regret this as time goes by.” She replied, “Joe, I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.
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