Patricia

John picked up the phone, only to be instantly jarred by Patricia's frantic voice:

"HELP! My house is flooding! Please come on over to help!"

Without delay, John threw on some sweatpants, and rushed out the door to Patricia's house.

10 minutes later, he rang her doorbell. She had a nice 2 story, in the middle of suburbia. He noted she kept her bushes neatly trimmed. He smirked as he wondered if that applied between her legs, as well.

The door quickly wooshed open, and there stood Patricia in a long, white, and soaken wet t-shirt. Her short black hair was wet and matted to her head, her nipples were clearly visible through the sheer cotton tee. The shirt clinged to her frame, covering her ass, but showing off her sexy long legs.

"Quit wacking off, and get in here and help!", she yelled.

She rushed into the bedroom, pointing at a very large wet spot in the ceiling, above her bed.

"There!" she yelled, pointing, "I woke up to a stream of water pouring on me!"

John shook his head, trying to clear the image in front of him. As she pointed, her soaked shirt rose, revealing the tight globes of her ass. She was wearing a pink thong, which was just as wet as the rest of her.

He ran and shut off the water to the whole house.

"The leak is actually in the ceiling", he said, "this isn't something I can fix quickly, it will take some time, and money!"

She pouted. The look suited her, John thought the look of her wet and pouting was not the way he was used to seeing his bitchy sister-in-law. She seemed... ****.

His cock grew, engorged by the sight and thought of her.

She broke down and cried, and fell into John's arms.

Noticing his hard cock pressing into her, Patricia pushed John away, screaming "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

John stammered "I... uhh... uhhh..."

"You are one sick bastard!" she said, "you get off on this? huh?" she rubbed her hands on her tits, down her lean stomach and onto her hips.

"Yeah, I notice the way you look at me. I have the nerve to call up my sis Taylor, and give your wife an earfull. "

"Please... no...", John replied.