Female relatives

My wife's younger sister isn't just a fool, she's a complete fool. The only wrinkle she has, and that one is between her legs. So she thinks with that wrinkle. Accordingly, her thoughts are specific. Simply put, after trying it for the first time, Verka decided that this hobby was just for her. And she got so addicted to it that now she's ready to fuck day and night, anywhere, as long as the dick is suitable. And what's interesting: she doesn't need to be brought to orgasm at all. As she once confessed to me, she likes the process itself.

— When he's walking around inside me, pushing against the walls, reaching my uterus, I get goosebumps all over.

True

, this confession came much later after we met. When my wife and I got married, this snot-nosed kid was about eighteen. She grew up and matured later. Nature endowed her with a slender body, a full bust, curvy hips, and a round ass. And there's no need to even talk about her facial beauty. All the girls took after their mother in looks. Beauties. Fair-skinned, straight noses, plump lips, arched eyebrows. They used to say about such girls: Eyebrows like sable. What's there to say, even my mother-in-law, I'd lay her down and fuck her right now for my dear. And not just once. And as for the girls, there's no question.

It took me a long time to get to this bitch. She'd already been married a couple of times, but it didn't work out. To be honest, besides fucking, she had no other talents. The youngest, lived off mom and dad, didn't learn anything and couldn't do anything. If the other daughters were more or less independent, this one remained a mama's girl. And when her father died, the daughter completely became a burden on her mother. And nature preserved this sex machine. She never caught any disease, never got pregnant. Good for nothing else but fucking. I wouldn't have gotten to her, but over time I realized that this fool didn't need to be persuaded. She was just built that way, she obeyed when forced, but reacted to persuasion like a stubborn horse.

I don't remember what occasion I was visiting my mother-in-law for. An occasion because I never got to visit just like that. After my father-in-law's death, all the household chores fell on me. The other sons-in-law snorted and vanished, but I, like that simple, compassionate Ivan the Fool, took everything upon my shoulders. Mother-in-law was delighted. And my wife turned out to be the most compassionate and humane of all the girls. So I left her alone, going to my mother-in-law's at every opportunity. And there was a ton of work! Mother-in-law didn't know where to put her son-in-law or how to please him. Almost like a saint. Everything was fine, but I'm a young man, and my wife and I had a habit: not a day without fucking. Except for natural rest days caused by female physiology. So being at my mother-in-law's for a long time without a woman was hard for me. And I thought: why not have this filly replace her sister? If before my attempts to lift her skirt ended in failure, this time it worked.

I was working in the yard, mother-in-law had gone off somewhere visiting. Either to her sister who lived in the area, or somewhere else, but she definitely wouldn't be back until evening. And then we'll see. Sitting down for a smoke, wiping the sweat of labor from my brow, I asked Verka to bring something cold to drink. I'm sitting in the shade, sipping the beer she brought. She's sitting next to me, chattering about something. A good nook. Not visible from the street or the yard until you come right up. An awning overhead for shade. And in this nook there's a cot that I made with my own hands. Sometimes to lounge there, lie down, sit after the bath. We're sitting on it. I say to my relative

— Come on, lift your skirt.

— What for?

— Quickly, I said!

— Yeah, right.

— What, you don't understand? I want to look.

— At what?

— At your ass. I'm going to fuck you today after the bath.

— And I won't let you.

— Who's asking you. In short, dear, come out here tonight without panties. I don't have time to take them off. I've been without a woman for so many days as it is.

— I'll tell mom.

— How old are you? And what, will mom give herself to me instead? You need to think. I repeat for the last time. After the bath, come here without panties. And bring something to wipe with.

She snorted, left, swaying her ass contemptuously. Like: as if I'd listen. And I wasn't really hoping. Rather, I wasn't hoping at all.

We never waited for mother-in-law. She didn't come. After the bath, I'm sitting in my favorite nook, sipping beer, relaxing. Warm, nice. Stretched out, resting. I'm wearing just my underwear and nothing else. Verka, who went to wash after me, is coming from the bath. And into the nook to me. Right, what's there to do at home alone. Poured herself some beer, sipping. She smells good of young, clean skin. The aroma can't be compared with any perfume. I casually put my hand on her back, stroked it. Also checked that she definitely wasn't wearing a bra. Lowered my hand further — and she didn't put on panties either. Good girl, listens to her elders. I'm kneading her ass, and she doesn't even blink, like it's supposed to be, like I've been kneading her ass all her life. Reached for her tits. She pushed me away

— I'll spill the beer like that.

Okay, I didn't really want to anyway. Then I slipped my hand between her legs. She spread her legs, didn't even resist. And even slid slightly off the seat to give me better access. Soft little hairs on her pubis. And a little lower, where I tried to get at least a finger in, it's wet and warm. Know I definitely hit the right spot. Working with my fingers, I look at her. Seems to be drinking beer calmly, but she's slowly getting turned on. Slid down even further, spread her legs wider. Then put the glass aside and hugs me, tries to kiss. And why not? Here we already opened her robe completely. And here are her tits, and you can knead her tummy. I tell her

— Sit on my lap.

And I quickly get rid of my underwear. She's a smart girl in this matter, sat where she should without unnecessary questions. Sat well, with her back to me. I can nibble on her neck, her ears, paw her tits and insert. She's rocking leisurely, sometimes lifting up, sometimes pressing tightly. Both of us are enjoying it. I'm thinking: I hope I don't come too soon. From starvation it can happen quickly. Got away with it. I mean, I held out. If she comes, you can't tell anything until she says so herself. Even her pussy doesn't vibrate. It was later, when I started putting her on all fours, I noticed that when she comes, her asshole tightens, becomes like a chicken's butt. Otherwise, it's hard to tell. I rocked her, pumped her, then say

— That's it! I'm going to come now!

— Come.

— And you?

— And I already did.

She sat down, spread her legs, wiping herself. I tell her

— Maybe we should go to the bath? Granny isn't here anyway.

— Let's go.

In the bath, we washed, put her pussy in order. And I got some too. Everything that flowed out of her ended up on me. Sat in the nook some more, groped each other, kissed. She kisses great, learned. And she's not at all shy about grabbing her brother-in-law's dick. Pulled down my underwear so it wouldn't get in the way and enjoys herself. Between groping we talk. What do people talk about at such moments? Right, about her body and yours. She says she noticed a long time ago that I had a thing for her. Just doesn't understand why I only decided today. I say, did she forget I asked before. She answers that she thought I was joking. And in general, you shouldn't ask. If you want it, just fuck.

— So I can want it whenever. And then what?

— And nothing. When you want it, then fuck.

— So you'll have to walk around without panties.

— And I will. Or better yet, I'll wear thongs. You don't need to take them off. Move them aside and fuck.

Talking on this topic led to me laying her body on the cot and fucking her more seriously. Warned that I didn't need to wait for her, didn't try to hold back. But I tried to give pleasure. With all the knowledge and skills available to me at that moment. That's when I found out that Verka likes the process itself.

Interesting. Having given herself to her brother-in-law, she didn't even feel any discomfort in words. After all, she was cuckolding her own sister. No. As if it's supposed to be that way. Like it's all in the natural order of things.

We went to sleep each in our own bed. Suddenly granny comes back early.

In the morning, while granny wasn't there, while there was a morning erection, I fucked my relative once more. Accumulated over so much time, need to get rid of it. She was sleeping on her stomach and I didn't wake her, turn her over. Lay on top of her, hands under her stomach, pulled up her ass and

pounded away. She even helped, moving her behind. Came, pulled out of her. She turned over. Eyes still cloudy from sleep, she smiles

— Is this good morning?

— Something like that.

— Always wake me up like that.

— And granny?

— And you do it while she's in the yard.

— And if I don't come, don't have time

— And I'll give it to you later during the day

— And will it work out?

— It will work out.

Closer to lunch, mother-in-law arrived. And we're busy working. Verka after fucking seemed to become more active. Doing something, trying to help. Her nature is whorish, she keeps trying to grab my dick, understanding that it turns me on. And also twists her ass. Put on a skirt that only covers her ass, panties made of thin string. Like there's something on her ass, and at the same time nothing. And this turns me on more than if she were wiggling a completely bare ass. And I don't miss a chance to get under that skirt, knead her pussy.

Granny went to cook food. And Verka pulled me into the nook.

— Let's go quickly, while she's home

— And will we have time?

— We'll have time.

— Well, look. If we don't have time…

— Then I'll suck you off.

— And where are you planning to do that?

— On the roof. I mean in the attic. You'll be like working, and I'll suck you off.

— Or maybe straight to the attic.

— And where there?

— It's okay, you'll get on all fours. That way you can keep an eye on granny too

In the attic, Verka quickly went to the dormer window, leaned on it, sticking out her rear. I didn't take her thong off, just moved it slightly to the side, inserted. Pumping with puffing, trying

— And if I come, you won't suck?

— I will. Come quickly, granny's coming

While mother-in-law was walking from the house to the shed, while she spotted us in the attic, I had already pulled up my pants, hiding my dick there, which I even managed to wipe.

And my life became blissful. Verka offered her pussy as soon as I hinted that I wanted it. And I always wanted it. As if a demon possessed me.

The devil prompted Verka to go study. Preparatory courses, entrance exams, session and so on. She left for about three months. And we were left with granny. With mother-in-law, that is. We called her granny out of habit, not because of age. There are grandchildren — granny. And that's it. And she's barely a couple of decades older than me. Had her eldest daughter, my wife, at sixteen. So she's still in her prime. Just stopped being a young thing. She's a peculiar woman to me. Free-spirited, cheerful in company, even though she doesn't particularly respect vodka, talkative. And even her husband's death didn't break her. Recovered quickly. Things were moving towards winter, and there was work up to the roof. I took some time off, asked my boss for some unpaid days, kissed my wife and went to my mother-in-law's for a couple of weeks. Only without Verka it will be boring for me. Without a woman, and when you're used to fucking constantly, it's dreary. Okay, I'll work. Maybe fatigue will replace a woman. It didn't.

A few days later, having washed off the sweat and dirt of labor, I was sitting on the porch, smoking. You can't really sit in the nook anymore, it got cool. Was waiting for mother-in-law from the bath. She'll come and we'll have dinner. She came, started climbing onto the porch and stumbled. Leaned on my shoulder, and I caught her by the ass to hold her. And my hand slipped right under her skirt. And under the skirt, her ass is bare. And it turned out so well that my palm slipped between her legs right onto her bush. It's their fashion — to ignore panties. Both my wife and her other daughters get rid of this item at the first opportunity. My wife explains that the elastic presses. What the other daughters say — I don't know. And I didn't ask mother-in-law. Only once saw her bare ass when the wind lifted her skirt. Or when she bent over herself. I pulled my hand back, even got a little embarrassed. Mother-in-law, after all. And she acted like she didn't notice.

— Oh, mama, what's with you?

— Got drunk. Won't make it to the bed.

— It's okay. You have a son, I'll escort you.

That's what she calls me, son. God didn't give her one of her own. Only girls. Led granny to the bedroom. She really had gotten tipsy. Walks, swaying. Not completely drunk, but tipsy. Reached the destination, but the bed isn't made. And while she was standing, holding onto the bed frame, I quickly straightened the bed, helped her land.

Sitting on the veranda, poured myself another shot. Didn't have time to drink it, mother-in-law calls

— What do you need, ma?

— Would like some water to drink.

— I'll bring it now.

Brought water, she's sitting on the bed, drinking. And her robe is open. Usually she sleeps in a nightgown, but today it wasn't her fate to change, no strength. And in the open robe, her naked body is visible. Her breasts, though large, don't dangle like rags, they're firm. And I wanted so much to touch them that I couldn't resist and took one in my palm, squeezed it. She flinched

— What are you doing, son? Why?

And I was already carried away.