ONE DAY WITH SISTER-IN-LAW

It all began when my close friend, who was like an older brother to me, got married. I used to visit their house frequently, even after his wife joined his family.

I never felt any attraction towards her. She had a healthy and curvaceous body, with ample meat in her breasts and buttocks. She was a D Cup, as far as I could notice. However, I always held her in high regard, treating her with the respect I would give to an elder sister.

As time passed and they welcomed their child, she matured further. At 32 years old, her figure became even more voluptuous, not only in her breasts and buttocks but also in her arms, legs, and thighs. She possessed a desirable "thicc" physique, resembling a combination of Kylie Jenner's features while embracing the alluring thickness of Bryce Dallas Howard. You could easily say that her breasts size went from D to DDD.

Now, let me provide some basic information about myself. My name is Patrick Hard, and I stand at 5'9" in height. I am 26. My brother, Vincent, is the husband of the remarkable woman I'm describing, whose name is Kylie Moaner.

On a sunny morning, my brother had left for work and wouldn't return until late in the evening. Fortunately, he took their child along, allowing me some much-needed time alone with Kylie.

I needed to visit Kylie's house to retrieve my bag. I rang the doorbell, and Kylie greeted me with her usual modesty. She was known for revealing as less skin as possible.

She was dressed in a lovely floral loose dress that extended down to her feet, with sleeves reaching her elbows. Though the neckline wasn't too revealing, I couldn't help but notice the outline of her generously endowed breasts. Despite the loose fit of the dress, her ample curves were still discernible.

However, my purpose for being there was solely to collect my bag.

I asked, "Kylie, the bag?"

Kylie replied, "Yes, he informed me about it." She was referring to her husband, who was also my best friend, and also my brother.

Kylie turned and invited me inside, saying, "Come in and take it."

Regardless of the loose dress she wore, there was no concealing her massive ass that could easily park ten dicks inside. Although I wished I was lucky like brother to fuck her, I knew it would go against ethical boundaries and jeopardize my friendship.

Kylie guided me to the bag, and once I had it in my possession, I bid her farewell, saying, "Okay, bye. I'll catch up with you later."

I was genuinely going, but then she said, "I made some tea, if you wanna take a sip."

It wasn't a gesture with any ulterior motives; she simply cared for me like a younger brother. She was known for her culinary skills, so it was her way of showing kindness.

We took our seats on opposite couches and quietly sipped our tea. The atmosphere was filled with silence, creating an awkward moment between us.

Kylie broke the silence, asking, "How's the tea?"

I replied, "It's as good as always."

A smile formed on her face as she remarked, "Vincent rarely compliments me. I'm not complaining, but it's nice to hear kind words once in a while."

I nodded and said, "I've been friends with Vincent long before he married you. He's a good man. However, I've heard that couples can sometimes become weary after being married for a long time."

Kylie responded, "It's only been five years for us."

I sighed and replied, "I know, but still... I mean, I'm not sure."

She replied, "That means you'll treat your wife the same way when you get married."

I chuckled and replied, "I don't really think about marriage."

She remarked, "That confirms it. You'll end up doing exactly what most men do."

I quickly added, "That's not what I meant. I mean, if I had someone like you, I would compliment her every day."

To my surprise, she didn't blush or smile at my words. Panic surged within me. What did you just say, Patrick? Would you say the same thing to your sister? Kylie was like family to me.

Realizing the situation was becoming awkward, I knew it was best to leave before things got out of hand. "I should get going," I said, attempting to regain composure.

She didn't say anything in response, only waving her hand dismissively.

Was I doomed? Had I just jeopardized my relationship with my brother and his wife? We were like a family. I contemplated apologizing, but I couldn't find the right words.

With a simple "bye," I made my way out of her house, but just as I reached the door, my phone began to ring. It was Vincent calling. Had she already texted him? My mind raced with a thousand possibilities.

I picked up the phone, trying to sound casual. "Hey, bro. What's up?"

Vincent's voice came from the other end. "Did you pick up your bag?"

I replied, "Yeah, I did. Now heading home."

Vincent suggested, "If you're not busy or anything, why don't you stay at my house with Kylie? Go watch a movie or something. She's like your sister. What kind of brother-in-law would you be if you can't even take care of your sister-in-law?"

I quickly thought about the situation and decided to lie, "No, Vincent. I'm actually really busy today, otherwise I would have happily stayed."

In truth, I would have liked to spend more time with Kylie, but she didn't seem too pleased after our conversation.

Vincent persisted, "Okay, come on, man. If not the whole day, could you at least spare a couple of hours?"

I couldn't say no to Vincent. It was the least I could do for him. Or perhaps I was also doing it for my own sake.

Letting out a sigh, I conceded, "Okay, fine. Just two hours, no more than that."

Vincent expressed his gratitude, "Thanks for the favor, man. I owe you one. Treat from me tomorrow."

With that, Vincent ended the call.

Filled with remorse, I re-entered the room. Kylie was still seated on the couch, holding an empty cup, lost in her thoughts.

The weight of guilt pressed even heavier upon me.

She noticed my return. Although she didn't say anything, her eyes bore a question - why have you come back?

I spoke up, feeling the need to explain, "Vincent mentioned that you might be feeling bored. He suggested that I accompany you, but if you'd prefer, I can leave. Also, I want to apologize for what I said earlier. I didn't mean it the way it came out. You're like a sister to me, and I hold great respect for you."

She only uttered one sentence, her voice tinged with curiosity, "Did Vincent really say that?"

I replied, "You can confirm with him, or I can make an excuse to leave. Perhaps I can say that I received an urgent call and had to go. But please, don't mention what I said to you. It would only complicate matters."

Kylie pondered for a moment, contemplating the situation. "I believe I may have overreacted slightly."

A sense of relief washed over me as a small smile appeared on her lips, though it was subtle and required careful observation.

She continued, "I don't need any confirmation. I have known you long enough to trust that you're speaking the truth."

Incredible! Was this truly happening? I was going to spend a couple of hours alone with Kylie Moaner, my sister-in-law. Admittedly, I had spent time with her before, but always in the presence of Vincent.She inquired, "So, how should we pass the time?"

I replied in my brain - by sucking your lips. I couldn't help but wish I could just kiss her lips once, savoring their meaty and succulent allure. But I quickly dismissed such thoughts.

I suggested, "Vincent mentioned watching a movie. Do you want to go out?"

I hoped for a positive response, as it would mean she'd sit behind me on the bike, bringing us closer together.

She responded, "What movie options do we have?"

I checked my phone, "Let's see... There's 'Wasp: Orgasmania.'"

At that time, Hollywood studios were producing a lot of R-rated content.

She seemed unsure and a little uncomfortable with the selection.

I quickly added, "Oh, and there's another Marvel movie, 'Captain Marvel: Secret Slut Warrior.'"

She replied, "Is there anything else that's worth watching?"

I shook my head and said, "Like there's a DC movie - Dominant Wonder Woman... No, you're right. Those movie titles are indeed too much for you."

She agreed, "Yes, it's disappointing how movies have become so vulgar these days. I don't watch them anymore."

She then asked, "But do you still follow Marvel and DC?"

I replied, "Yes, I'm a big fan of superhero movies. I keep up with all the latest releases."

Curious, she asked, "What about the overuse of vulgarity in those movies?"

Before I could respond, she added, "But you're a boy. Boys love that kind of stuff, right?"

I tried to steer the conversation away, "Well, some movies do have excessive content, but they still have great storytelling like before."

She chuckled, teasingly saying, "Oh, so you're making excuses to watch your favorite Marvel heroines doing things you want to see."

I tried to defend myself, "No, that's not true. There's a genuine plot and character development in those movies."

She questioned me further, "So tell me, what exactly happened in the film that broke Avatar's record and made over 4 billion dollars?"

I replied, "Black Widow - Wet Skin was truly a masterpiece. It has an incredible rating of 9.2 on IMDB, and surprisingly, women made a significant contribution to its box office success."

She seemed skeptical, "You must be making that up."

I assured her, "I'm not. You can check it on the internet if you want."

She replied, "I'm not interested in watching it."

I clarified, "I'm not suggesting you watch it. It's just a fact."

She said, "Okay."

I repeated, "Okay."

After a moment, her curiosity got the better of her, "But what was so good about that movie that it scored higher than The Dark Knight? Tell me the plot."

I teased cautiously, not wanting to anger her again, "Seems like someone is curious."

She replied, "Listening is better than watching."

I said, "Alright then. The main plot revolves around Yelena going rogue. She manages to transform the Time Stone into a..."

I hesitated, realizing it might not be appropriate to say in front of her.

Curiosity got the better of her again, "Into what?"

I warned her, "It involves R-Rated language when I describe the story. Are you okay with that?"

She replied, "You've already mentioned movies like Orgasmania and Slut Warrior. Just tell me the plot, I am genuinely curious."

I proceeded, "Alright. So, she turns the Time Stone into a vibrator."

I could see Kylie feeling a bit awkward, but she didn't want to show it.

I continued, "After that, she magically fixes it in Natasha's vagina, and every time Natasha orgasms, she gets transported into a different time. Meanwhile, Yelena begins to kill everyone Natasha cares about."

She responded, "That's some weird stuff, but the concept feels fresh."

I agreed, "Yeah, and at one point, Natasha feels so weak, she couldn't even walk, after experiencing 69 orgasms back to back."

She nodded, seeming to relate to the idea, "69 is a lot. I mean anything more than 20..."

Realizing the conversation was taking a strange turn, she quickly changed the topic, "So, yeah, I think we should watch a movie today."

I gave her a slight warning, "It's gonna be R-Rated."

She replied, "I'm not an idiot. I know. I haven't been to theatres in a while. Let's watch it. Which one is getting the best reviews?"

I felt excited because I was always crazy about movies, and watching an R-Rated movie with Kylie was a dream come true.

I replied, "Well, apart from Marvel and DC, there is a Mission Impossible Spinoff - Ilsa's Vulva. And a HIMYM Spinoff - How I Fucked My Sister."

She reacted with shock, "That's incest. God, what has our world come to? What else is there?"

I continued, "There's also a raunchy comedy sequel starring Jennifer Lawrence and Millie Bobby Brown - No Hard Nipples. But the one with the best reviews is Wasp: Orgasmania."

She decided, "Okay, give me your phone. I will book the tickets."

I protested, "It's alright. I have enough. Let me pay."

But she insisted, "I am elder to you. I should."

As she walked towards me, I replied, "That's not a rule."

Determined, she stood in front of me and said, "Patrick, I am ordering you."

She stood barely inches away from me, but surprisingly, she didn't seem to feel awkward. Her focus was on my phone, but my attention was fixated on the fact that I was so close to her body for the first time.

"I'm sorry, Kylie. I could obey any of your orders, but not this one," I said, holding the phone up in the air, just out of her reach.

Kylie tried to stretch her hand to reach the phone, but she couldn't quite get it. In that moment, I caught a tiny glimpse of the deep valley between her mountain-like breasts, and I was grateful for this unexpected sight. The soft slope of her cleavage beckoned, inviting my gaze to explore further.

"Patrick, bring it down," she said, jumping up in an attempt to take the phone from my hand.

As Kylie reached for my phone, she made a playful attempt to grab it from my hand. As she jumped up, her large breasts bounced up and down in a mesmerizing dance. The motion seemed almost hypnotic, drawing my eyes to the gentle sway of her ample bosom.

Her floral dress, though loose and modest, could not contain the natural movement of her breasts. The fabric stretched and molded around the soft curves of her chest with each bounce, teasingly revealing more of her enticing cleavage.

Finally, she managed to catch hold of the phone. "Okay, you won," I said, pretending to be defeated.

But in reality, I felt like I was the one who had won. Now it was time to watch some nudity on the big screen with my sister-in-law.

"Okay, when does the movie start?" Kylie inquired.

"It's at 1:30," I replied.

Kylie checked the time on her phone and realized they had an hour to spare before the movie.

"We just have an hour. Let's go right now. Let me book an Uber," Kylie suggested.

I hesitated for a moment before speaking up, "Actually, I have a bike. We could take that, but you might want to change into something like jeans."

Kylie glanced down at her dress that reached down to her feet and considered my suggestion, "Hmm, you're right. I don't think this dress is suitable for a bike ride. Might slide up. Uber sounds like a better option."

Her mention of the dress sliding up on the bike made my imagination run wild, picturing her legs exposed all the way to her knees.

"Yeah, right. Then change into something more comfortable," I replied, trying to keep my composure.

"Uber it is then," Kylie affirmed, and I silently agreed, suppressing the excitement of having her ride on the back of my bike.

With the decision made, we booked the Uber and prepared to head to the theater.

********

We settled into the backseat of the Uber as the driver began the journey. I couldn't help but notice the driver stealing glances at Kylie, despite her modest dress. But it wasn't his fault, My Sister-in-law was such a busty woman, that people would easily give thousands of dollars just to have a night with her.

It irked me to see someone eyeing her like that, and I shot a glare at the driver to remind him that she belongs to me... uh sorry, she belongs to my brother unfortunately.

Kylie and I sat on the opposite side of the window, leaving a respectable distance between us. I wanted to maintain a level of propriety, given that she was my sister-in-law and a married woman. However, Kylie seemed to sense my unease and encouraged me to sit closer.

"Why are you sitting so far away? Come here, I won't bite," she said.

Taking her invitation, I slid a little closer, and she followed suit, bringing us within touching distance. My heart raced as our shoulders touched, sending a wave of excitement through me. I knew it was a simple gesture, but being this close to her made my pulse quicken.

Kylie then reached into her purse and pulled out two mints, offering one to me. "Want one?" she asked.

With a barely audible "Yes," I accepted the mint she offered, but my nerves got the best of me, causing my hands to tremble. In my anxious state, I accidentally dropped the mint, and it landed on Kylie's thigh.

Embarrassed, I hesitated to pick it up, my cheeks flushed with a rosy hue.

Kylie, engrossed in her phone, nonchalantly said, "Take it."

Still feeling flustered, I stammered, "You give it to me."

To my surprise, she took my hand and placed it on her thigh, guiding it to where the mint had fallen. Even though her dress covered her thigh, I could still sense its thickness under my touch, and my heart raced at the intimacy of the moment. I quickly retrieved the mint and nervously ate it.

As I tried to explain my hesitance, Kylie remarked, "You're way too shy. No wonder why your ex left you."

Her words stung, and I immediately felt hurt. "Kylie, hey! That hurts," I said, trying to defend myself. "And I didn't take the mint from your thigh because of how I angered you before."

She said, "Oh, yeah, my bad. Despite the fact that I'm like your sister, you should feel more relaxed around me. Look at you, so rigid. Keep your hand here."

She patted her thigh, encouraging me to place my hand on it.

I asked, still uncertain, "What?"

She reassured me, "Relax yourself. I'm just trying to help you open up."

My heart was racing with excitement as I hesitantly placed my hand on Kylie's thigh, feeling the softness of her thigh and fabric of her dress beneath my fingers. "Better," I managed to reply, trying to keep my composure.

It was a dream come true to touch her like this, even if it was meant to be a simple gesture between friends or siblings. I wanted to hold her thigh more firmly, but I knew it would be inappropriate and could send the wrong message. So, I kept my hand steady, savoring the closeness without crossing any boundaries.

The car ride continued in silence for a moment, but then the driver broke the quiet atmosphere with his curious questions, "So, you two are brother and sister?"

Kylie replied with a warm smile, "Yes, that's right."

Playfully, she squeezed my cheeks, adding, "This is my cute little brother."

The driver, seemingly intrigued, asked, "Oh, are you married, Miss?"

I found his question a bit intrusive, but Kylie handled it gracefully, replying, "Yes, happily married."

The driver seemed impressed, "That's great for you. What's your name then?"

Kylie confidently answered, "Kylie Moaner."

Upon hearing her last name, the driver made a remark, "Ah, a Moaner. Moaners belong to reputed families."

The driver's tone when he said "Moaner" caught my attention, though Kylie seemed oblivious to it.

Kylie proudly replied, "Yes, I am a proud Moaner."

The driver continued, "Yeah, you should be. Moaners are known for big, round, and beautiful..."

I held my breath, not knowing what crude remark he was about to make, but he surprised us by saying, "Eyes."

Kylie smiled innocently, thanking him, "You are a nice man. Thank you."

The driver responded, "Always pleased to meet a Moaner."

I saw an opportunity and decided to take it. I discreetly squeezed Kylie's thigh, and she let out an unexpected gasp, showing some signs of discomfort.

Startled, she asked, "What's wrong?"

I leaned closer to her ear and whispered, "This is not a good man."

She seemed puzzled and whispered back, "What do you mean?"

I explained, "You didn't notice, but I did. The way he said 'Moaner,' it wasn't appropriate."

She brushed it off, saying, "You are being delusional."

Finally, the car pulled over, and I was relieved to get her away from that disgusting driver.

*********

We were inside the movie theater, waiting for our show to start when I spotted a familiar face nearby. Instantly, I recognized her as my ex, Rachel Kawksucker, the one who had dumped me.

To give you an idea of her appearance, she looked exactly like Rachel Zegler, but with red hair. She was dressed in tight jeans and a white crop top.

As soon as Rachel saw me, I panicked. I didn't want to appear like a loser in front of her again. In a moment of desperation, I turned to Kylie and blurted out, "Kylie, my ex is coming this way. She always thinks of me as a loser. Can you please pretend to be my girlfriend?"

She seemed taken aback and responded, "What? That sounds weird and awkward. Won't I look older than you? Besides, I am your brother's wife. I can't do that, Patrick."

Before I could convince her, Rachel stood right in front of us. She still looked attractive, but if given a choice, I would pick Kylie over her in a heartbeat.

Rachel greeted, "Hi, Pat."

Then she noticed Kylie and asked, "Who is this? She can't be your sister. I know your family. She looks more like your cousin. Poor Pat couldn't even get a girlfriend after I dumped his sorry ass."

I tried to maintain a smile, even though her words were demeaning. "Look, Rachel..."

But before I could say anything more, Kylie stepped in, feeling the need to defend me, "What the hell did you say, Hazel?"

Rachel corrected, "Rachel."

Kylie continued, "Whatever. Patrick is not single. He has me, a loving girlfriend who treats him with respect, not like a loser."

Although Kylie didn't need to use the word 'loser' in her response, I was grateful that she stood up for me.

I could see that Rachel was getting a bit jealous, not just because Kylie was beautiful, but also because she had an impressive set of assets.

Kylie fired back, "Did you come to the movies alone? Seems like the real loser is you."

I couldn't help but smirk a little at Rachel's expense.

Rachel, noticing my amusement, said, "Whateves. You're too afraid to show a little skin, Kylie. So old-fashioned."

Kylie confidently defended herself, "I dress the way I want, and I don't feel the need to reveal everything to the public like a whore."

Rachel had nothing to say in response. Kylie seemed so strong and assertive at that moment.

Rachel scoffed, "Yeah, your choice. But at least Pat and I had some closeness. We didn't stand miles apart."

Kylie noticed and said, "Baby, come to me."

The way she said it gave me mommy vibes, but I seized the opportunity and wrapped my arm around Kylie's waist, pulling her closer tightly, as if I was claiming her as mine.

Kylie didn't object. We had to show Rachel that I was not a loser.

But Rachel didn't seem satisfied; it felt so normal for her. Kylie knew she had to level up a bit.

She gave me a loving kiss on my cheek. I knew she meant it in a different manner, but I was feeling so lucky today. First, my hand on her thigh, and now she kissed me on my cheek.

I tried to reciprocate by kissing her on her cheek, but Kylie's expression subtly showed me that I shouldn't have done it.

I smiled apologetically, hoping Rachel wouldn't notice. Kylie smiled too, probably forgiving me.

Rachel seemed a bit suspicious, "Kiss on the cheek. I suspect she is your cousin. Why would your girlfriend not kiss you on the lips? Oh my God, Pat, is your family this messed-up? Is she acting like this to make you seem like a stud?"

Kylie got so angry that she said to Rachel, "Enough with your nonsense, bitch. Patrick is the best man ever, and you are a big loser to lose him."

Kylie turned to me, and in an instant, her lips were touching mine. She didn't just pull away after a short kiss.

She kept on sucking my lips. I couldn't stand there like a statue, so I started to kiss her back, and we kissed for like 30 seconds. Although my hands remained on her neck only.

As the seconds ticked by, I became aware of how long the kiss was lasting. I didn't want to push her boundaries, so I gently pulled away, breaking the connection between us. Kylie looked at me with a mix of emotions in her eyes, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for possibly taking advantage of the situation.

Why did Kylie kiss me for so long? Was she enjoying it? Probably not. But she had to make it look real, so she just acted professionally.

Rachel let out a tiny scream at us, "You guys are the worst!" and she walked away.

Kylie smiled proudly; she won. I didn't know Kylie was that competitive.

But she really cared about me. She would do anything to protect her little brother. LUCKY ME!

We made our way up the stairs, entering the auditorium where a surprising sight awaited us. The entire theater was devoid of any audience. It was a puzzling sight, considering the usual excitement that surrounded Marvel movies.

Kylie remarked, "It seems like no one is particularly interested in this Marvel movie."

I shrugged, feeling a sense of confusion as to why the turnout was so low. It was unusual for a highly anticipated film.

Kylie's voice carried a hint of remorse as she spoke, "I'm sorry for what I did earlier, trying to protect you from Rachel."

Her apology caught me off guard. I had expected to be the one offering apologies for involving her in my personal matters.

I responded, "You did what you felt was necessary. I appreciate your support."

Kylie's eyes held a hint of concern as she leaned closer and whispered, "Let's keep this between us. If Vincent were to find out..."

Understanding her worry, I assured her, "Don't worry, Kylie. I won't breathe a word of this to anyone."

We settled into our seats, with Kylie placing the popcorn tub on her lap. As trailers and advertisements played, not a single person entered our auditorium. However, to my dismay, Rachel unexpectedly appeared at the last moment and chose to sit right beside me.

In the entire theater, the seating arrangement had us placed as follows: Kylie, then me, and then Rachel. I found myself uncomfortably sandwiched between my ex-girlfriend and my sister-in-law.

Feeling uneasy, I looked at Kylie, silently expressing my concern. She nodded, indicating that I should try to ignore Rachel's presence and focus on enjoying the movie instead.

With no possibility of changing seats due to the theater's strict policy, we had no choice but to carry on. The film started, and Evangeline Lilly looked stunning in her bikini-clad Wasp costume, performing all the action sequences.

As the thrilling action continued on the big screen, Rachel's hand unexpectedly touched mine, causing a brief distraction from the movie.

She pleaded, "Pat, listen to me."

I replied, "Let me watch the movie first."

Rachel persisted, "Just one thing, then you can do whatever you want."

I asked, "What is it?"

Rachel confessed, "I booked all the remaining seats in the theater."

Suddenly, everything made sense. The empty auditorium and the absence of other moviegoers were due to Rachel's actions.

She continued, "I still love you, Pat. Please forgive me for all the pain I've caused you. I'm truly sorry, Pat. Take me back."

I responded without hesitation, "I have a girlfriend now. I can't do that."

Kylie, engrossed in the film, remained oblivious to our conversation, fully immersed in the action on the screen.

Rachel, undeterred by my rejection, persisted in her attempts to win me back. She remarked, "Your girlfriend is so engrossed in the film that she doesn't even notice you. Let me show you how to truly enjoy a movie."

Her hand ventured towards my pants and began to rub it.

I firmly stated, "Rachel, stop this right now."

Meanwhile, Kylie remained unaware of the unfolding situation, completely absorbed in the movie's captivating storyline.

Realizing that Rachel's actions were crossing all boundaries, I took hold of her hand and firmly pushed it away.

Unexpectedly, Rachel leaned in and kissed me, seeking to reignite the past. However, I did not reciprocate the gesture, gently pushing her away.

To my dismay, Kylie witnessed this unexpected display of affection between Rachel and me, potentially misinterpreting the situation as a reconciliation. Kylie, however, refrained from intervening, allowing me to handle the situation.

In an assertive voice, I exclaimed, "Enough, Rachel! I don't want to be with you anymore! I have a girlfriend who means the world to me!"

Rachel, hurt by my rejection, fled away in tears.

Despite Kylie being engrossed in the movie, she glanced at me and expressed her disapproval, "You shouldn't have yelled at her. It could have been a chance to reconcile, and she might have changed for the better. I'm not your actual girlfriend, Pat."

I wanted to respond, to explain my feelings, but words failed me.

Throughout the movie, we sat in silence, with me even forgetting to enjoy the popcorn. Occasionally, our hands would unintentionally touch as we reached for popcorn simultaneously, but it felt like there was an invisible barrier between us. I couldn't help but think that the kiss had changed everything, and not for the better.

As the moaning sounds emanated from the movie, depicting Evangeline Lilly's character getting fucked in the ass by Hulk, "Fuckk. Aahhhh. Ahhhh. Ahhhh. Fuck my loser ass."

While I glanced at Kylie, she watched the scene with a composed expression. It made me wonder if she was getting aroused at all.

I mustered up the courage to make a move, even though it felt nerve-wracking. After all, she had kissed me earlier, so there was a glimmer of hope. The movie theater seemed to be the only place where I could possibly make a move with her, so I decided to take the chance.

As we both reached for the popcorn, our hands met in the tub. I held her hand for a moment, hoping she would perceive it as a playful gesture.

I tried to initiate a conversation, hoping to tease and arouse her, "How's the movie?"

She replied, "It's nice. Although the sex part seems irrelevant to the story."

I countered, "But many people come to watch these scenes."

She responded, "I'm not that kind of person. I came today because I didn't have anything better to do."

Feeling emboldened, I suggested, "You should come more often."

She remarked, "Then Hollywood should make better movies."

I asserted, "You should come for more often for these movies... With me."

She probably sensed lust in my eyes. But she ignored it and laughed.

She replied, "Go. Get your Kawksucker."

Despite feeling incredibly aroused and tempted to push boundaries, I knew I had to be cautious about my actions. However, my desire was overwhelming, and I was willing to face the consequences.

I reached my hand into the popcorn tub again, waiting for her to place her hand in mine. When she did, I held it firmly, not letting go.

With a smirk, she asked, "Playing a game?"

Ignoring her question, I gently pulled her hand out, revealing a few popcorns in her palm. In a bold move, I leaned in and took a bite of the popcorns directly from her hand.

She looked at me with confusion, asking, "What was that?"

I replied, "I'm trying to open up. Then I'll get a girlfriend, right?"

She corrected me, "That's not what I meant."

I was overwhelmed with desire for her, yearning to lick every inch of her body at that very moment.

In a commanding tone, I said, "Feed me the popcorn."

Kylie dismissed my request, saying, "You're not a kid."

Undeterred, I insisted, "Remember how you called me your little brother in the car? Treat me like one now."

Kylie seemed tired and frustrated, "Please calm down. It's like you're punishing me for everything that happened in the car."

Ignoring her plea, I said, "Your little brother is hungry."

Exhausted, Kylie finally relented, "Fine, I'll feed you the popcorn. Now, let me watch the movie."

As her eyes focused on the movie, mine were fixed on her fuckable face.

As her hand approached my mouth, I eagerly devoured the popcorn she offered.

Then she brought more popcorn, and this time, I seized the opportunity to lick her palm while eating the popcorn.

She warned me, "Don't make my hand dirty."

Kylie continued feeding me, oblivious to my subtle actions, as she remained engrossed in the movie. However, her attention shifted when she noticed that I wasn't watching the film, but rather, I was focused on her.

A sense of unease swept over her. Did she suspect my true intentions?

She chuckled nervously, trying to play it off, "Patrick, watch the movie, not me. The popcorn is gone."

Defiantly, I replied, "The real movie is playing right here," and I gently poked my finger against her cheek.

Kylie's words came out in a rush, her attempt to defuse the situation evident in her voice. "Alright, enough of this. It was just an act. Seems like you took it way too seriously. Let me call Rachel back, and then you can do whatever you wanna do."

As she stood up from her seat, I instinctively pulled her back, causing her to land back in her place. The fear in her eyes was unmistakable, and I knew I had crossed a line.

"I don't think I want to watch this movie anymore. I remembered something," she said, her voice shaky.

"Okay, let's go," I replied, surprising both her with my ready compliance.

Taking her hand, I held it firmly, perhaps too tightly. I could sense the discomfort in her grip, but my emotions were running high, and I couldn't seem to let go.

*********

We stepped outside the theater, and I suggested, "Let's take a walk."

Kylie looked at me incredulously, "Are you crazy? It's 3 PM, and the sun is scorching hot. I don't want to walk."

I felt like shutting her mouth with my dick, but I composed myself, "Alright, let me book a cab."

I moved away from her slightly, trying to maintain some distance as I made a call. The person on the other end answered, and I spoke with a hushed tone, "I have a job for you. You'll be paid well. Just remember, she's mine."

I ended the call and walked back to Kylie.

Kylie looked genuinely concerned as she asked, "Are you okay, Patrick? You've been acting a little weird lately."

I took a deep breath and decided to be honest, "The way you kissed me, it messed with my head."

Her expression softened, and she asked, "How do you mean?"

Without hesitation, I replied, "I mean, I didn't expect to feel anything, but the kiss felt good. Even better than anyone has ever kissed me before."

Kylie's eyes showed regret, "I am so sorry. It happened because I reacted quickly. To be honest, I didn't feel a thing. It was just an act to save you."

My desire for her grew, and I said with a hint of hunger, "Then save me again."

Confused, she asked, "What!?"

I gathered my courage and repeated, "Just kiss me once more."

She snapped, "No. This is wrong on so many levels."

"I know," I admitted, "and I'm sorry for putting you in this situation. But you said you're sorry, and yet you're not willing to do something in return."

Her eyes filled with disbelief, "I can't believe you're saying this. I am your brother's wife. I thought you always looked at me as a sister."

I lied, "I did. But I can't control what I'm feeling right now. Maybe one kiss would take all my pain away."

Shaking her head, she firmly said no.

Determined, I gently took both of her hands in mine, "Just try, please."

She attempted to release her hands from my grasp, "No, it can't happen."

I brought my mouth closer to hers, but she turned her head, and I ended up kissing her cheek instead. The taste of her skin only intensified my desire, but I knew I had to stop. This wasn't right. But who wanted to do the right things anyway?

She pushed me away, her voice firm, "Enough, Patrick."

Finally, the cab arrived, and she seemed relieved to go home and get rid of me. I couldn't help but wear a mischievous grin as I knew what was about to happen next.

As we looked inside the cab, we saw that the backseat was filled with luggage, leaving no space for us to sit comfortably.

Kylie was visibly annoyed, "What kind of cab is this?"

The driver, who was my man, replied apologetically, "I'm sorry, ma'am. You two will have to adjust a bit."

She protested, "No. You go. I will book another cab."

The driver pleaded, "Please, ma'am. I haven't earned a single penny today. Kindly get inside."

Frustrated, she asked, "How are we gonna sit?"

The driver suggested, "You can sit on sir's lap."

She turned to look at me, and I shrugged, as if to convey that this was the only option available.

I sat inside the cab, and she reluctantly settled on my lap.

She carefully lowered herself onto my lap, I could sense her hesitation and discomfort. Her movements were cautious, and she tried to maintain a certain distance between us. Her body tensed up slightly, as if she was trying to create a barrier, even though her softness felt inviting against my thighs. It was evident that sitting so close to each other made her uneasy, but the lack of space in the backseat left us with no other option.

I couldn't help but notice the striking contrast in size between her ample hips and my relatively smaller thighs. Her soft ass was undeniably large and curvaceous, almost overflowing from the limited space available on my lap.

The driver began the journey and tried to strike up a conversation, "What's the relationship between you two?"

She started to answer, "Sis-"

I quickly intervened, "Boyfriend-girlfriend."

She turned to me, clearly upset by my response.

The driver, seemingly unaffected by the tension, remarked, "You're pretty lucky to have a thicc beauty like her."

She snapped at the driver, "Hey, asshole, don't you know how to treat women with respect?"

The driver shamelessly smiled, unfazed by her scolding.

She turned back to me and whispered, "This driver is utterly disgusting."

I replied, trying to downplay the situation, "Well, that's how some drivers speak. You might be overreacting."

She retorted, "Overreacting? You lied about me being your girlfriend. Why would you do that?"

I hesitated for a moment before confessing, "I didn't want to feel like a loser in front of him. I know it's wrong, but I was just trying to save face."

Annoyed, she said, "So, you keep advertising me as your girlfriend, even when I'm not. You're nothing like the person you pretend to be in front of Vincent. Let me go home, and I'm telling him the truth."

The driver interjected, "Hold onto your girlfriend tightly. There are a lot of thieves around here."

I held Kylie's stomach tightly, pulling her close, feeling its softness and warmth, my mind wandering to inappropriate thoughts about how her belly would jiggle if she were fucked hard.

Kylie seemed uncomfortable with my closeness, but she didn't say anything, choosing to ignore it. Meanwhile, my dick was aching hard, and I knew it would be inside her if there were no clothes.

The driver, not understanding the underlying tension, placed his hand on Kylie's thigh and squeezed it tightly, making an inappropriate comment, "Involve me too."

Kylie's patience reached its limit, and she slapped the driver hard on his cheek, fiercely scolding him, "Motherfucker."

Unfazed by her reaction, the driver turned the car into a secluded alley, exacerbating the tense atmosphere.

He said with a leering grin, "If you were my mother, I would love to be one."

Kylie yelled with anger and fear, "Stop the car!"

"Driver, enough of this nonsense. Just take us home," I asserted firmly, obviously acting.

I subtly blinked at the driver, trying to convey a silent message.

However, the driver seemed to take offense at something Kylie said earlier and decided to cross all boundaries by grabbing her breast. I didn't anticipate him going this far.

Kylie was understandably shocked and started to struggle, but the confined space of the car left her with little room to escape the driver's grasp.

She said, pleading, "Let me go!"

Seeing her distress, I decided to take action and fake-punched the driver in the face, warning him to know his place.

Driver said, "My connections are with a big gangster, you know. And he doesn't take disrespect lightly. Either give me a good show, or I'll make sure you both regret crossing me."

Kylie whimpered, "Please, let us go. We'll give you money.

I commanded firmly, "Stop the car."

The driver played tough, retorting, "I won't."

"Stop it, and we'll find a solution," I insisted, trying to reason with him.

Finally, he halted the car, and Kylie and I stepped out into the desolate road with no one in sight.

Suddenly, he brandished a gun, aiming it directly at us.

"Decide," he coldly uttered, the threat lingering in the air.

Kylie, terrified and unable to run, pleaded with tears in her eyes, "Patrick, save me. I want to see Vincent and my baby. I don't want to die."

I gently caressed Kylie's face and spoke softly, "I'm sorry, Kylie. There's only one way out. We'll have to give him a show."

Without hesitation, she agreed, "Yes, I'll kiss you. Let's do it, and maybe this pervert will be satisfied. But please, just take me home."The driver couldn't hear our whispered conversation, but he made a subtle gesture, signaling that he was waiting for our decision. I responded with an okay sign, indicating that we had made up our minds.

Driver asked again, "Have you decided yet?"

I replied, "Yes, we'll do it."

To Kylie's dismay, the driver added, "Then fuck your girlfriend in the car."

Kylie was taken aback, as she had only thought a kiss would suffice.

She pleaded, "Please, don't do that."

The driver, however, insisted, "Then how would I see you naked?"

Trying to take control of the situation, I told Kylie, "Wait, I am talking."

I led the driver a few steps away, ensuring that Kylie wouldn't overhear our conversation.

I confronted the driver, my anger boiling over, "Hey, what the fuck, man!?"

The driver smirked, unapologetic, "You never told me. Your girlfriend is so hot. Let me touch her once again."

I clenched my fists, trying to control my rage, "You grabbed her boob. I didn't say anything. Utter one more word, and I'll make sure you regret it, you piece of shit."

The driver attempted to defuse the tension, "Calm down, man. Just give me the money, I am good to go."

I glared at him, "Yeah, you have done your part, I'll manage the rest. Now drop us home."

*********

After dropping Kylie off at her house, she seemed visibly shaken by the disturbing events that had unfolded. I settled the payment with the driver, ensuring he left without further trouble.

Kylie sat on the couch, clearly disturbed and trying to process everything that had happened. Concerned for her, I went to the kitchen and returned with a glass of water, offering it to her.

She gratefully drank the water, her thirst evident. Even the simple act of watching her lips touching the glass made me so horny.

Kylie finally broke the silence, asking, "What happened back there? Why did the driver just let us go? He didn't even demand that we kiss."

I hesitated for a moment, then decided to tell her the truth, "Actually, I made him a different offer."

Kylie's anxiety grew, "What did you promise him?"

I replied, trying to alleviate her fears, "Remember when he asked me to... fuck... have sex with you"

Kylie nodded, her eyes filled with concern.

I continued, "I convinced him that I would take care of it, and he agreed to let us go."

She asked, her voice tinged with worry, "So, what did you end up giving him?"

I hesitated before answering, "He wanted us to make out and record a video, but with no sex involved. It seemed like a slightly better option at the time."

Kylie's face showed disbelief and concern, "Patrick, are you out of your mind? What if he decides to make that video public? It would have been safer if we just kissed in front of him."

I responded, trying to defend my actions, "Do you think I did all of this because... because I wanted to make out with you?"

She remained silent, neither confirming nor denying my implication that the driver was my man.

Attempting to convince her, I said, "It's up to you. If you believe that all of this was just a fake act, then I'll leave now. But consider this, what if the driver returns with the gangster while you, Vincent, and your child are asleep?"

Feigning departure, I headed toward the exit, pretending to leave her house.

"Patrick, wait," she called out, her voice full of concern.

I smirked to myself, satisfied that she hadn't let me go.

I turned to her, asking, "What?"

She hesitated before replying, "Okay. But what about the video?"

With confidence, I reassured her, "I have it all planned out. The video I will make will automatically delete after one watch. There's no way he can make it public."

Kylie seemed to relax a bit at that explanation.

"So when should we... I mean, Vincent will be back soon," I said, wanting her so desperately.

She responded, "You're right, but it just feels so wrong."

In an attempt to ease her worries, I moved closer and sat beside her, "Let me help."

She expressed her discomfort, saying, "I don't like it. I'm only doing this to protect my family."

Trying to comfort her, I replied, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked for another kiss. Although you are a good kisser, right now I don't want any of this either."

Acknowledging the gravity of the situation, she added, "It's a big problem."

I gently held her hand, trying to reassure her, "Let me help you ease into it, and remember, we won't be doing anything more than making out."

With her consent, I slowly moved her loose sleeves up, exposing her shoulders. Her arms were thick and sturdy near her shoulders.

It felt as if she was wearing a sleeveless dress.

Curiously, I asked, "Show me your pits."

She seemed puzzled, questioning, "But why?"

I responded, "To help you ease into it."

She hesitated, "But isn't making out just intense kissing?"

I rolled my eyes at her remark.

She quickly added, "Vincent told me that."

Dismissively, I said, "Vincent is an amateur."

Without further hesitation, she raised her arms up in the air, giving me access. I kissed and lightly licked one of her armpits, then pressed my lips against it.

I found her suppressing her moans.

I asked, "Feeling better now?"

She replied, "Kinda."

I reached down to her feet, carefully removing her sandals, and proceeded to sensually lick her thumbs. I could sense her excitement, though she was again trying to control it.

Concerned, she asked, "I don't have to undress completely for this, right?"

Reassuringly, I replied, "Don't worry, I have a camera trick in mind to fool him."

Curious, she inquired, "When are we actually turning on the camera?"

I said professionally, "Let's warm you up a bit first."

With a gentle touch, I lifted her dress just enough to rest on her thighs, revealing her legs through her knees. I planted soft kisses there, making her shiver with anticipation. As I began to move her dress further up, almost crossing half of her thighs, she stopped me by placing her hand on mine.

"Please don't undress me," she pleaded.

Assuring her, I said, "No need to worry, it's just a little revelation."

She hesitated but seemed to consider her options. Finally, she spoke up, "I'll go change into something sexy, so you won't need to undress me."

I nodded, eager to see what she had in mind.

She said, "I'll be back. Wait for me."

I couldn't help but feel triumphant as my perfect plan was unfolding just the way I wanted it to. I couldn't wait to indulge in the desires I had always harbored for her.

*********

She came back, dressed in a white v-neck top that revealed her deep line of cleavage. Her breasts seemed almost ready to burst out, and a glimpse of her pink bra was visible from beneath the top, leaving little to the imagination. At the bottom, she wore jeans shorts that showcased her thunderous thighs in all their glory. She looked incredibly tempting, and my excitement was hard to hide.

"Is this okay?" she asked nervously.

Trying to maintain composure, I replied, "Perfect. Yeah, that should keep him satisfied."

Feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation, I walked closer to her. I could see her visibly nervous, but I reassured her, "Let's go to the bedroom, where we can be more comfortable."

Kylie nodded.

As she moved towards her bedroom, I swiftly caught her hand, pulling her closer into a hungry kiss. Our lips locked with an intense hunger, and I savored the taste of her lips and the softness of her tongue.

Reluctantly, she pulled away, concern in her eyes as she questioned, "Patrick, what are you doing? Are you getting excited?"

I shook my head, concealing my true feelings.

Curiously, she asked, "Then why this sudden urgency?"

I responded, "Are you feeling entirely at ease?"

She hesitated, admitting, "No."

Seizing the opportunity, I prodded, "Well, if you don't perform convincingly in front of the camera, what then?"

Her worries seemed to waver, and she appeared to contemplate her options.

With a persuasive tone, I whispered, "Let's proceed inside."

We entered the bedroom, and I promptly removed my shoes and socks to get comfortable.

With a teasing smile, I said, "You begin. Let me see how at ease you are."

She seemed surprised at the request, "Me?"

But then she mustered the courage to lean in and give me a peck on the lips. And another one followed. The kisses grew longer, and I couldn't help but wonder if she was beginning to enjoy it too.

My hand instinctively moved down her back, inching towards her ample derriere, but she halted my advance.

Breaking the kiss, she asked, "Was that good?"

I replied, "A little more, please."

Although she possessed a curvaceous and substantial figure, I effortlessly lifted her, placing my hands on her hips, which were still confined by her shorts.

With a playful gesture, I gently tossed her onto the bed, causing her breasts to jiggle heavily.

My hand slowly traced down her thigh, though she knew she was safe within the confines of her jeans shorts. I gently rubbed the fabric, providing comfort while testing the boundaries of our intimate game.

I deftly circled the button of her shorts, teasingly toying with the idea of opening it. I opened the button.

She protested, "Patrick, no."

Despite her protest, I left the button undone and leaned in for another passionate kiss, wrapping my arms around her in a tight embrace.

She stopped me, her voice more assured, "I am fully comfortable now. Go ahead, turn on the camera."

I replied, "Okay."

I placed my phone on the nearby table, but instead of pressing the play button, I left it untouched. After all, it was all just a planned act to enjoy her body.

I moved closer to the bed, and she made a request, "Patrick, your shirt, remove it."

In a teasing tone, I responded, "Getting hot, are we?"

She chuckled, "No! It's acting like a rough barrier."

With a grin, I removed my shirt, revealing my hairy chest. My physique wasn't extremely muscular, but it wasn't thin either.

She said, "You have a pretty good chest. Don't take it the other way. Just a sister complimenting her brother."

I complimented back, "But your chest is so--."

She interrupted firmly, "Patrick."

Feeling a mix of surprise and excitement, I jumped back onto the bed. To my astonishment, she lunged at me, gripping my chest hair and sucking on my chest with a sense of assertiveness that I hadn't seen before. The combination of pleasure and a little pain from her tight grip made me let out a tiny exclamation, "Kylie!"

Unfazed, she urged me, "Be a man, Patrick."

Her confidence and eagerness spurred me on, and soon, she shifted her attention to my nipples. I couldn't quite comprehend how it happened, but the sensation of her licking on them felt incredible, taking my arousal to new heights

I gently detached her mouth from my chest, pulling her closer in a tight embrace, whispering, "Come here."

We resumed our hungry kisses, both exploring each other's lips with fervor. As our desire intensified, my hands moved towards her chest. Despite her bra and top, I could feel the softness and size of her tankers, and she didn't protest my touch.

I couldn't help but feel excited as I moved my hands towards the hem of her shirt, intending to lift it up.

However, she interrupted the moment, breaking the kiss to express her discomfort. "Patrick, no. Touch me anywhere you want from above. I don't want to show the pervert my assets."

As I felt the desire burning within me, I wanted to express my feelings to Kylie, "Your assets are so humongous. I wish you were my..."

Before I could finish my sentence, she filled in the blank, teasingly asking, "Wife?"

I nodded, acknowledging the depth of my desire for her.

But she gently redirected my thoughts, "You are a handsome man. You will get someone better with me. But don't go for someone like Rachel. Get someone with bigger things."

Feeling emboldened by the moment, I slid my hand under her top, teasingly remarking, "This big."

Her response was a soft moan, "Mmm. Yes. Something like this."

I pulled her top down, revealing her bra that struggled to contain her ample assets, enticing me with their allure.

I insisted, "Take them off. I can see you're enjoying it too."

Her eyes betrayed her, revealing the truth she didn't want to say out loud.

But she brought up the camera concern, "The video."

I reassured her, "This much is enough for that jerk. Let's close the video."

In a quick motion, I got up from the bed and pretended to close the non-existent video.

Curiosity getting the better of her, she said, "Show me the video. I want to see how I looked."

But the truth was, there was no video. I hadn't recorded anything.

Trying to divert her attention, I said, "Oh, it's not something you'd want to see."

Fueled with urgency, she leaped from the bed, her ample breasts bouncing heavily, and demanded, "Patrick, where's the video?"

I said dismissively, "Leave it."

She cleverly took off her top. She looked stunning in that pink bra, and a surge of desire washed over me. I wanted nothing more than to rip that bra apart and taste her soft breasts. But my attention was diverted when she snatched my phone from my hand. Panic set in as she searched through it, realizing there was no video.

"Where's the video?" she asked, her voice tinged with frustration and confusion.

"Oh, it must have gotten deleted," I replied, attempting to lie again.

Her expression changed, and a realization seemed to hit her. "Did you... did you not record the video, and I did everything for nothing?" she questioned, a mix of disbelief and anger in her eyes.

Then, suspicion crept into her mind, and she accused, "Did you just plan all of this?"

"No, you're getting it wrong," I tried to defend myself, but I knew there was no escaping the truth.

She scolded me, her voice filled with disbelief and anger, "I can't believe it, Patrick. You allowed another man to touch my breast. You deceived me, manipulating my emotions by making me believe my family was in danger."

I felt numb, the weight of my actions sinking in as she continued to express her disappointment.

"You should be ashamed of yourself," she continued, her voice trembling with emotion. "I trusted you, and you took advantage of that trust. I am like your sister. Would you ever do something like this to your sister?"

Inwardly, I knew the answer. Yes I would definitely do a lot of this to my sister is she looked like her, but I couldn't bring myself to say it out loud. My desires had clouded my judgment, and I had acted irresponsibly.

With a loud, angry scream, she demanded, "Get out of here! You are pathetic. I can't believe you would even think of doing something like this with me."

I was filled with shame and regret, but I still blurted out one last plea, "Please, don't tell Vincent."I turned back, contemplating whether to leave Kylie's house or not. However, a troubling thought interrupted my thinking process. Would she actually keep this secret from Vincent? After all, he was her husband, and the truth was bound to come out eventually.

As I stood there, torn between leaving and staying, I realized that I was already in a precarious situation. Running away wouldn't necessarily make things better or safer for me. So, I decided to carry out my original plan.

"Give me my phone. I'm going," I said, trying to maintain a sense of nonchalance.

She handed me my phone, her face displaying disgust and disappointment.

I took my phone back and quickly clicked a photo of her. She looked like a busty pornstar in that moment, clad in her pink bra and jeans shorts. I knew this picture could come in handy later.

"Why the fuck?" she exclaimed, her shock evident.

I replied callously, "I know the fate of women like you. If I don't take advantage of the opportunity, someone else surely will."

Her eyes flared with anger, and she snapped at me, "Shut the fuck up, Patrick! I've had enough of your games."

I said, rubbing my own jeans, "My dick is still hard."

She retorted, "Then suck it off yourself."

In that moment, all sense of respect and familiarity for my sister-in-law evaporated from my mind. The only thing I saw was a tempting and thicc piece of meat that I wanted to dominate and destroy completely.

Taking a step forward, I firmly clenched her throat in my hand, asserting my control over her. "I've been waiting for this moment," I whispered with a sinister tone.

She struggled, attempting to break free from my grasp, but my hold on her remained unyielding.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, "I trusted you. Vincent trusted you."

With a callous grin, I replied, "Who asked for your trust, Moaner, when all I desired was you?"

She dropped to her knees, desperation evident in her voice, "Please, delete the photo. I'm a married woman."

I held her head in my hands, lifting her up and wiping away her tears. "Okay, I will delete it, but you have to promise to send me nudes every day," I demanded with a sinister smile.

She pleaded, "No, please, I can't do that."

With a malicious grin, I continued, "Let's start with something easier then. Moan for me, after all, you're a moaner."

Confused and torn, she replied, "What? I'm a respectful Moaner."

Undeterred, I insisted, "Moan, and make it sound like you're being fucked."

She was confused, but then decided to moan, "Mmm. Yeah. Mmmm. Aah."

But it felt emotionless.

Growing more forceful, I shouted, "Moan, you fucking moaner!"

Frightened, she complied with loud moans, "Aaaahhmmmmmm... Ohhhhhh... My pussy is so wet... Mmmmmmm... Fuck me... Fuck me right now... Fuck me like I'm a... Like I'm a... Slutty moaner."

I remarked, "Now I can see why Vincent married you. Your voice alone can make a man cum."

She pleaded, "Please, just go now."

I showed her my phone and deleted her photo, and she seemed somewhat relieved.

She said, "Vincent will be here any moment. Please leave."

Ignoring her plea, I suggested, "Come with me to my house. I want to fuck you."

She implored, "Patrick, please go."

I tightened my grip on her thick shoulders, making it difficult for her to break free. The sensation of my fingers digging into her flesh made me feel dominant.

She struggled, "Patrick, I don't want him to see me like this."

Ignoring her protests, I trailed my finger down her bra strap, "You make me so hungry."

With skillful precision, my hands moved down each of her bra straps, gently coaxing them over her shoulders and down her arms. Despite my efforts, the bra stubbornly clung to her ample breasts, creating an enticing tease as her heavy milkers remained partially concealed.

Her hands moved to adjust her bra.

I stopped her from sliding her bra straps back up, firmly stating, "No."

"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked in distress.

I replied, "Look at yourself in the mirror. You know the answer."

She protested, "I am a mother and a wife. You can't have me."

In a fit of anger, I slapped her hard on her cheek, causing tears to well up in her eyes.

As I pulled down my jeans, revealing my boxer shorts with a prominent bulge, she couldn't bear to look.

"Why are you acting like that? You were enjoying your time with me," I asserted.

"That's because you lied and manipulated me," she retorted.

"Now I am telling the truth. I really want to fuck you," I confessed.

Her eyes widened in horror, and she nervously grabbed onto my bulging boxers.

She suggested, "I can make you cum with my hands. Please don't fuck me."

I gently slid my finger inside her navel, teasingly asking, "Can you really?"

She nodded, then skillfully removed my boxers, revealing my erect penis, and said, "Begin."

Her soft hand caressed my member, and the sensation was incredible. I had never experienced such pleasure with anyone else.

Her hands moved slowly up and down, even though her facial expressions remained melancholic.

I unzipped her jeans shorts, and she hesitated, saying, "Patrick, please don't undress me."

I reassured her with a lie, "Just remove your shorts. You'll still be in your underwear."

I roughly pulled down her shorts, leaving her in a pink bra with straps down and pink panties that were incredibly enticing. The sight of her was so arousing that one could easily cum just by looking at her.

Her hand moved rapidly, jerking me, and I knew I would climax at any moment. "Oh, Kylie, you are so..." I tried to express my pleasure, but the sensations were too intense.

With each motion she made, her luscious breasts seemed to come alive, swaying sensually within the confines of her bra. The gentle bounce of her curves sent a delightful shiver through her body, and her bra straps slid ever so slightly down her shoulders, allowing a tantalizing glimpse of her pert nipples.

She seemed unaware of her exposed state, lost in the moment.

I reached the peak and ejaculated onto her hand. Trying to regain my composure, I complimented, "Your boobs are gorgeous."

She looked down, noticing her bra hanging down, revealing more of her breasts. She instinctively moved to cover herself, but I stopped her, saying, "Don't."

She protested, "But I made you cum."

I said, "It would be unfair if you didn't have an orgasm. I believe in equal rights."

She pleaded, "I don't want an orgasm. Go, Patrick. Please."

I insisted, "Just cum in front of me, and I will go. Or should I help you with my dick?"

She looked down, and my dick was hard again. Confusion crossed her face, wondering how I could get aroused so quickly.

I repeated, "Are you going to cum or not?"

She hesitated for a moment, contemplating her choices. It seemed she preferred to finger herself rather than getting fucked.

She cautiously slid her fingers inside her panties, and a gasp escaped her lips. I knew she was going to moan a lot.

Her breath hitched, and she found herself biting her lower lip, a gesture that betrayed the mounting pleasure that danced on the precipice of release.

I snatched her hanging bra, "Give me that."

Now she was completely naked except for her panties.

She laid down on the bed, stretching her legs apart. She felt the need to justify, "If you think I am enjoying this, you're wrong, you sister-fucker."

I observed her fingers dancing inside her panties, probably playing with her soft and tight vagina.

She began to moan softly, "Mmmphhh, No, Mmmmphhh, yes."

Then she started fingering herself vigorously, and her moans grew louder, "Ohhhhhhh Myyyyy Myyyyy Myyyyy Gooodddd."

I could touch my dick, jerk myself off, but I had another plan in mind.

She moaned louder, "I am gonna... I am gonna... Cum."

I said, "Stop."

Her hands stopped instantly; she was on the verge of cumming.

I asked, "Do you want to cum?"

She nodded, "I need to now."

I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself on top of her. I gently pulled down her panties, and surprisingly, she didn't resist.

Her shaved pussy lay there, exposed and vulnerable, its delicate folds glistening with arousal from her own intimate touch. The soft pink hue of her inner lips contrasted against the deeper shade of red that painted her outer lips, evidence of the fingering she just did.

I positioned my dick at her entrance.

She said, "This is not right. I could do that on my own."

I could sense she was just saying it. She wanted my dick so badly now.

I pressed my dick against her entrance, gently entering its head a little.

I asked, "Are you sure?"

With each inch of my manhood that entered her, I could sense her body respond, her walls tightening around me in response to the new and intimate intrusion. The feeling of her warm, velvety softness against the sensitive head of my cock was nothing short of euphoric, sending waves of pleasure cascading through my entire being.

She didn't speak, but her actions spoke louder. She wanted my dick.

So, with force, I plunged it inside.

She screamed, "Aaaannnhhh."

I showed no mercy and began to fuck her with rapid intensity, causing her breasts to jiggle like crazy. Her body responded to my relentless rhythm, her hips rising to meet each of my thrusts, inviting me to delve even deeper into the depths of her pleasure.

She managed to utter some words between gasps, "Pat-- Ummm-- Go-- Slo-- Mmm-- No."

I stopped momentarily, "No? You want me to stop?"

She shook her head, "N-No, I meant go... slower."

But I couldn't hold back. I continued thrusting, clenching her thighs tight.

She moaned, "Mmmm... Patrick... this is so wrong... but it feels so good..."

I pinched her nipples, pulling her breasts up. She arched her back, pushing her breasts further into my grasp, seeking more of the pleasurable sensations.

She moaned, "So rough."

Her fingers grasped the sheets, her knuckles turning white as she surrendered to the overwhelming sensations washing over her.

Her face looked incredibly hot, a mixture of moans and pleasure.

I could feel myself getting closer to climax, and she seemed to be reaching her peak too. She screamed, "Make me cummmmmm."

While still fucking her, I pulled her towards me so her face was before me. I playfully slapped her cheek, teasing, "You wanna cum?"

She nodded, her eyes filled with desire.

I slapped her again, "Really?"

She nodded twice, urgency in her movements.

I pushed her, and she fell onto her back. I thrusted as deep and fast as I could.

She exploded into an orgasm, "Oh, Patrickkkk... You make me moan like no one else could. I am your Moaner."

I pulled out just in time and filled her navel with cum, "Then lick it."

With a deliberate and almost tentative touch, she scooped up the evidence of our passionate encounter from her navel.

Her eyes never left mine as she raised her cum-coated fingers to her lips and licked them.

I dressed up and began to leave the room, "I will be coming back for more."

She said, still licking her hands, "Your sister-in-law will be waiting for you.