The other day, reviewing a photo album, an old photo of my sister-in-law caught my eye. A familiar photo that I had never seen before. She was with other family members ... What caught my attention was her blue dress.


My sister-in-law and I have been frequent lovers for over 20 years. Here at “Casa dos Contos” I have several stories based on our relationship. Some of them I sign under the alias of Satyr. It was a very intense relationship. From those 20 years, for 10 years we made love at least once a week! This was made easier because we were neighbors, our houses were side by side! In the morning I was looking out the window when my brother left the car. So, as I had the key, there I went. I opened the door and she was usually waiting for me in bed, wearing a nightgown (before, I closed the door to the couple's daughters' bedroom, two pre-teens). We made love, we fucked good and after checking the street, she left quickly and came into my house.



She was my brother's first girlfriend and married a virgin. (In other tales I tell in certain details how that started. I am only giving a few strokes to situate the reader). What made me feel no guilt was knowing that my brother betrayed her ... I did not betray systematically, the marriage was never threatened, but my brother, male, was always the type that "... if a woman gives a leash, I send to see ! ”Despite the evident shamelessness, we were even naive and our relationship was a mutual discovery. She is 11 years older than me, who at the time was 20 years old. I've always been crazy about her. There were hundreds of handjobs that I hit, since pre-adolescence, thinking about her.




Well, knowing that and knowing that she was faithful, I plunged once and for all in conquering my sister-in-law, which ended up happening ... Certainly things were worth it. And so it was: a woman, fiery and needy (because my brother, after 10 years of marriage, did not give him enough attention, because he compensated outside the house ... I came to know that even a sister-in-law, her sister, he took it. He even told me that. For these and other reasons, I ate his wife with a clear conscience, I never felt guilty ...

As I said, for 10 years we fucked at least once a week (after that they moved and at a distance we were not available as when we were neighbors).


In a certain period, for example, we made love during the 6 days, from Monday to Saturday. Yes, I was an athlete and I was 21 years old! On that occasion, I got sick, I was in bed with a bad flu, but in fact, I was physically exhausted. She would visit me several times, take cakes and sweets for me, but that in the eyes of all was just the care, almost maternal, of a sister-in-law by the youngest brother-in-law.


What made me write these memories here was the fact that some of these fags were memorable and there are many memories, which I can tell in future stories, if you want. One of them was the occasion when our morning fuck was interrupted, as my brother returned shortly after he left. Dangerously I had to go out the back and jump over the wall ... Another was the time when we were so horny that we climbed into the room with the front just touching! Calculate the danger. Let it be said that many times we try to finish, but we did not succeed ... The desire always won!


Well, what was remembered by the “blue dress” was the following:


I went out for a run at around 4 pm, as I worked at night and slept in the morning. Time available for training was the afternoon ... I ran about 10 km and when I arrived in front of the house gate, totally sweaty, she left her house and called me. She had just taken a shower, this one was fresh and wearing this blue dress, the size of which was just above the knees, sleeveless and a discreet V-neckline.


She asked him to help her move a sofa. I went to answer it and I was surprised that the sofa "change" was a short distance, about 30 cm., Something that she would easily do! Thinking that she could have invented a reason turned me on, but I found it very unlikely. I was sweaty and even taking a shower would have taken some time. Furthermore, his daughters were due to arrive from school. "Impossible", I thought, "only tomorrow ..."


Well, I helped to drag the sofa, I pulled and stayed at one end, resting on my knees, because I was really tired. Sweaty. She came fixing the sofa cover and when she got to where I was, she went down to where I was crouched ... It happened fast. Our faces close and we exchange a kiss. At first, discreet, like boyfriends, but that didn't come apart, it took a long time. In one of the moments when we left, I said: "I'm sweaty ... and you took a shower ... I'm dirty."

"It feels good ... salty kiss ..." So, we kissed willingly. Needless to say, we patted ourselves, massaging our backs, squeezing our asses, sliding madly and painfully our hands down our thighs, in double anxiety. She removed my sweaty T-shirt, threw it aside and licked my nipples. I lowered a flap of her dress and kissed her breast; I stuck my hand under the dress and felt the pussy over the panties; she reached under my running shorts and held my cock and we looked at each other intensely: we felt it was inevitable! It would be more crazy! I stuck my hand under my panties, she moaned discreetly, saying:


"Strip..."


... I pulled off my panties, she dropped my shorts and lay on her back on the carpet and our altered breathing was the only thing we could hear, besides the discreet noise of the quiet street.


I went over it, my legs were wide open, inviting me ... Oh! Her hairy cunt stood out with the whiteness of her body. Before I threaded it, I even slid the stick in the crack extension ...


"Come on ...", she stammered and I could see anxiety on her face, her body rising with heavy breathing, her hips writhing


"I'm sweaty, I'm going to get you dirty ..."


“Sweaty, salty. I loved smelling your man ... I take another shower .. ”


... and I penetrated it and we made Dad and Mom very simple, very intense, very happy. We hugged each other tightly, she didn't take off her dress, I didn't take off my shorts.


We enjoy! We come as we always do. We are never dissatisfied, always satisfied. The difference now was the time that was against us. Her daughters would be arriving soon from school, less than 10 min ...


"Wow! ..." she squeezed mine as I threw myself on my back on the rug. "We are two crazy people ...", she said smiling, her face very red, some spots more spotted than others. She approached me and gave me a hickey on the neck


"I can suck ... You can't ..." and she laughed. "After the girls arrive I take a shower ... I still feel him here ... - she put her hand on her pussy-I'll think about us."


We got together quickly, I put on the shirt. I went to my house and 5 minutes later I heard the school car with the girls arriving ... A tremendous risk that at the time we did not give so much importance.


There were other notable moments: our first oral. (a) First separated, thenb) A very risky situation where I was helping my brother fix the car and he had to fetch a piece from the store, I went in to drink water she was sitting on the sofa ... I went straight, I went to the kitchen and when she came back she had her legs spread, without panties, masturbating hard and said "How about dessert?" I fell for it, did a quick, oral, she came and smeared my face ... “I was crazy! Since I saw you arrive, I couldn't stand it ... ”She kissed me wildly, the details deserve a full story.


Anyway, it was these memories that ran through my mind while at my brother's house, with the whole family around, I looked longingly at that old album, the unforgettable blue dress ...


That she did with the dress. Does it still exist?