The sister-in-law

The first time I laid eyes on my future sister in law, the first thought I had was that she was the most beautiful woman I had ever met. I was 12 and she was 15, a few months younger than my older brother who had just gotten his driver's lisence.

They had been dating for about a week when he brought her over to watch a movie at our house. She was short and petite, but despite her age and stature, she already looked like a full grown woman. Her breasts, just b-cups i would later learn, looked huge on her tiny frame.

Later that as i lay there thinking semi-innocent thoughts about her and touching myself, I experienced my very first orgasm. It was accidental. I honesty had no idea what I was doing.

Maybe my age, her beauty and me discovering masterbation while thinking of her all combined to make me obsessed with her from that day on. Or maybe she just gave off some certain pheromone that drove the guys in our family wild.

For probably the next six months she was my fantasy. Until then, i had had very little interest in girls. After than, i wanted to be near her. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to smell her.

I guess she enjoyed the attention I gave her because after about a month she started facilitating my fantasies by often inviting me to go along with them on dates. My brother didnt seem to mind, but by that point he was getting a nightly attention, so he would have done anything she asked.

While my brother was at work, she started waiting at our house for him to get home. She would help me with homework, watch movies and ask me about girls. I really didnt have much to tell.

About six months after they started dating, Amy got her driver's license, and i thought that would be the end of her hanging out with me, but i was wrong.

Sometimes when he was working, she took me with her to ride around town, which didnt hurt my reputation as a middle schooler. That had been her plan, though, and it worked, with some unexpected side effects.

One night we pulled into the parking lot where all the kids hung out. On this particular night there happened to be a large number of kids from my school around and she looked at me and grinned.

"We are about to step it up a little, Alan," she said. "Your friends just noticed you riding in the car with an older woman. Tomorrow the guys are all gonna ask questions, and the girls are all gonna flirt. Thats how girls work. They see you with an attractive older woman, they want to know why. Maybe you are very sweet. Maybe you have money. Maybe you have a huge..."

"Uh...okay," I said, turning red.

"We are gonna give them a little more of a show," she said with a smile.

Suddenly Amy leaned across the car and started kissing me. It was all lips, no open mouth or tongue. I mean, it was largely theatrical, but for a kid who had never been kissed, it was huge.

It worked just as she had said too, because my status in middle school skyrocketed.

Several of the girls who witnessed the faux makeout session were suddenly interested in me, and I soon found myself in the middle school dating pool.

Amy and I continued to hangout, but as i spent more time with girls my own age, we spent less time together. Still...i would think about her at night when i was alone.

Six years passed before the day I saw her naked. It was the day of my eighteenth birthday party, and its safe to say I got a present i was not expecting....