My Dirty Secrets Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

My Dirty Secrets Chapter 2

... breasts were heavily contrasted by her usually tan skin. Something about her tan lines turned me on. I dared not linger as she was moving around the room, and getting caught would be catastrophic.

I changed out of my jeans and work T-shirt into a pair of shorts. I reapplied some deodorant, looked in the mirror, and flipped my hair to the side. I didn't have a ton of hair. I preferred to keep it shaved pretty close on the sides and fade into a thick length on top. Looking at my arms and chest, I noticed my tattoos needed some lotion. Rubbing lotion on my chest and both arms, I kept flexing my arms and chest in the mirror. I had not fussed over my appearance this much in a long time. I sprayed myself with the cologne bottle on my dresser and took one last look in the mirror.

Looking hard at myself, I wanted to figure her out. I decided to leave my shirt off. Going shirtless was usually a no-no. My mother-in-law, while sweet, was a bit of a prude. Besides, if she had issues with the amount of tattoos I had, she may go into fits if she saw my pierced nipples. Though if Jessi wanted to do this, I was up for it! I was about to play chicken with her and see what game she was playing and how far she was ready to go.

My confidence was soaring as I left my room. I could hear the water in the bathroom where Jessi was brushing her teeth. Grabbing a pillow, I headed to my usual corner on the floor, which I had adopted as my spot. Nope, I would be going in hard if we were doing ...

... this. Turning around, I sat on the other end of the couch right next to where she had sat. This game was about to get serious because there were two of us willing to play it. She had to have some motives I wasn't fully aware of, or why else would she be applying powder to her breasts before bed?

My sister-in-law pranced out of the bathroom with a spaghetti-strap tank top and purple high-cut panties. She walked through the room, and I couldn't help but follow her. Not just with my eyes, but my head, very obviously tracking her movements. Swallowing hard, I tried to speak but couldn't make a sound. Her perfect ass was almost half popping out the bottom of her panties as she gently jiggled her way into the kitchen, not to mention her tits swaying underneath what barely counted as a shirt.

She returned with two glasses of ice water and handed me one as she plopped down next to me without an issue.

"Are we a comfy pair or what?" She giggled as she took a sip.

"Yeah, I didn't wear a shirt," I stammered.

"I couldn't tell," her cute voice laughed.

I couldn't tell you how long we sat or what else happened, as it was all a blur. One moment I'm on the couch chanting my inner mantra to keep my cock from standing out straight, and the next, I lost the battle. Taking a drink of her water, she spilled half the glass down her shirt. Her thin white shirt was now transparent, and the cold water definitely got the attention of her nipples.

"Shit," she said, trying to wipe the ...