Back home with Sharon

I decided that I’d had enough fun at the mall. After all, I could explore the mall another day, but Sharon was only in town for a few more days and I hadn’t had my share of her yet.

When I got home, I walked into the kitchen. Sharon was sitting at the table, eating a sandwich.

“Hey Shar,” I said cheerfully, as I walked in, “where’s Jamie?”

“Oh, she said she was tired. She went upstairs to take a nap.”

“Whatcha got there?” I asked, nodding to her half eaten sandwich.

“Egg salad. There’s more in the fridge if you want some.”

I thanked her and made myself a sandwich, sitting down across the table from her. I tried to make some small talk, but she seemed distracted. Probably thinking about earlier in the dressing room. She didn’t seem to notice as I looked her over. She had on a tight fitting white shirt, and a pair of jeans that hugged her curves. It was clear that she didn’t have a bra on under her shirt.

I waited until she went to take a drink of her water, and then stopped time just as the glass was about to reach her lips. I reached over and pulled the glass about two inches farther from her face, sat down and restarted time. Amused, I watched as the water began to pour out of the glass, right down the front of Sharon’s white blouse.

She shrieked as she felt the cold water coating her breasts. She slammed the glass down on the table and began patting her chest down with her napkin. Only after a few moments did she look up and see my gaze locked on her chest. Looking down, Sharon realized that her shirt was now transparent, and her scrunched nipples shone through like two beacons.

“Oh, shit!” she exclaimed, quickly crossing her arms across her chest and jumping to her feet. “Damn, damn, damn. I am not having a good day.” She stomped her foot. “Listen, I’m gonna go change, and I think I need to lie down for a little while. Do you mind cleaning up in here?”

“Nah, don’t worry about it,” I answered, watching her ass as she walked out of the room. I gave her a few minutes to change and get into bed, before I walked downstairs to the guestroom. I stopped just outside and listened for a moment. I didn’t hear any noise, so I figured she must be in bed.

I stopped time, and walked into her room. Sure enough, Sharon was lying under the covers on the guest bed, her eyes closed tight. I peeled back the covers to reveal Sharon’s pajamas. She was in a purple, satin number, with loose fitting tap shorts and a four button top that barely concealed her breasts.

I unbuttoned her top to expose Sharon’s perfect b cup breasts. Her nipples had softened, and her flesh was milky white. I bent down and sucked each breast into my mouth, teasing her nipples with my tongue. Then I sat up and pulled her bottoms off, spreading her legs apart. Her pussy was still red and swollen from the pounding I had delivered earlier. I slipped my tongue between her puffy labia, lapping at the ample juices, and teasing her little clit.

I sat back and thought about what I wanted to do to Sharon this time. I could always fuck her again, taking my time and savoring her body with time stopped. But I had already done that, and I wanted a little more participation from my nubile young sister-in-law.