Image cour­tesy of The Infi­nite Ache

I’m a lit­tle ashamed to be writ­ing this. This is based on a series of incred­i­bly hot dreams I’ve had about some­one in my real life, my brother-in-law. We’re not related by blood, but through mar­riage, and the funny thing is, I’m not at all attracted to him in real life. But every now and then, he haunts my dreams…

I can’t say it all started out inno­cently enough, because, well, it didn’t. Things were pretty wrong from the get go, from the first smol­der­ing looks across the room at the kids’ birth­day party to the first covert hand­job under the fam­ily din­ner table. The next thing I knew, we were meet­ing in the hall­way at fam­ily gath­er­ings, sneak­ing a quick kiss here and a quick feel there. We were extremely care­ful at first, mak­ing sure no one was around, mak­ing sure the door was locked, mak­ing sure nobody even suspected.

It wasn’t quite incest, though there was some­thing very inces­tu­ous and taboo about the entire thing. He was mar­ried to my husband’s sis­ter, so we weren’t related by blood, but their’s was an extremely tight knit fam­ily with plenty of fam­ily vaca­tions, lots of fam­ily din­ners — I can’t think of a week that went by with­out the entire fam­ily get­ting together at least once.

As things heated up between us, tak­ing addi­tional risks made things even hot­ter. We would sit next to each other at the weekly Sun­day din­ner, where, sur­rounded by every­one, his fin­gers worked their way under the hem of my skirt and up my thigh. Try­ing to ignore the heated flush of my cheeks while his fin­gers worked their way inside me, find­ing me wet and will­ing, all the while try­ing to pass the peas and keep up with the steady chat­ter. He loves to pinch my engorged clit, caus­ing me to lose my train of though mid sen­tence, leav­ing me blush­ing and stut­ter­ing while every­one laughs about how scat­ter­brained I can be.

We’ll stop by their house to pick up a pan or a dish, and while they chat in the kitchen, he’ll have me pinned against the door of the util­ity room, my fin­gers quickly find­ing the throb of his cock behind his zip­per while he pushes my skirt out of the way, rip­ping my stock­ings in his haste. I barely have time to stroke him once or twice before he is inside me, my legs wrapped around his waist while he thrusts into me, sti­fling his moans against my neck while I bite my bot­tom lip to keep from gasp­ing aloud. All the while, we can hear them chat­ting in the other room through the thin veneer of the door.

We never meet out­side of fam­ily things. We never meet each other for lunch or a work day quickie. But when they come over to bor­row a video, I know we’ll find each other in a dark­ened hall­way, and I’ll be on my knees with his cock down my throat, his hand in my hair, his eyes, usu­ally so calm and laid back, glit­ter­ing in the dim light as he fucks my face to his satisfaction.

Fam­ily vaca­tions are always the best. We do a few days at Dis­ney World for the kids, tol­er­at­ing the long lines for a few moments with Mickey. I love the feel of his hand on the curve of my ass under the hem of the short skirt I wear while we stand in line under the hot sun, the way he brushes against me when no one’s look­ing, press­ing the full­ness of my breasts between us. I ended up fak­ing a headache to go back to the hotel room where he later met me under the guise of hav­ing for­got­ten the spare bat­tery to the cam­corder — we never made it to the bed.

Later, we spent a week at the beach for the adults at a lovely lit­tle place only a stone’s throw away from the water’s edge. While the kids pad­dled in the waves, I returned to the house to use the out­door shower to get all of the itchy sand off my skin.

Behind the nar­row pri­vacy enclo­sure, I stripped off my suit, throw­ing it over the wooden divider, and turned the water on full blast. Lus­cious tor­rents of hot water beat down on my sun scorched skin, then he was behind me, his hands reach­ing around to cup my breasts pos­ses­sively, his mouth tast­ing the salt on my neck, his erec­tion already hard and evi­dent, mak­ing itself wel­come between the cheeks of my ass. It’s the kiss­ing that does me in. We make out like teenagers on a first date, grop­ing and suck­ing, lick­ing and bit­ing. He opens his mouth to me, demand­ing my tongue, slides his into mine so I can suck it. Fin­gers on my nip­ples, pulling and stretch­ing them to taut points. My hands below his waist, fin­gers stroking rhyth­mi­cally as his cock grows at my touch, swelling, throb­bing, until I can’t pos­si­bly fit him in both hands.

His hands under the cheeks of my ass, lift­ing me up and onto his cock, then my back against the rough wooden slats and he’s mov­ing inside me, stok­ing my fire, fuck­ing me, tak­ing me until I’m scream­ing, mouth sealed against his skin to muf­fle the sound. Pulling out almost all the way to sink back inside me and I’m com­ing, my gush­ing wet­ness as hot as the water pour­ing down over our bod­ies. He sinks his teeth into my shoul­der, dri­ving into me, bruis­ing me, doing me, our bod­ies slap­ping beneath the water, the shower hope­fully loud enough to mask our sounds.

Over his shoul­der, I can see my mother-in-law detach her­self from the crowd and begin wan­der­ing towards the house. My hot breath against the seashell of his ear, I tell him “someone’s com­ing”. Eyes, wild and a lit­tle unhinged burn into mine and he’s devour­ing me, feed­ing off of me, eat­ing me alive with his mouth and his cock, and I know he’s going to come any sec­ond, and the plea­sure builds and I’m almost there again. Then he’s pulling out of me roughly, stamp­ing a hard kiss across my mouth, and he’s gone, leav­ing me shud­der­ing under the cool­ing stream of water while my mother-in-law stands on the other side of the enclo­sure ask­ing if I’m okay.

Mmmm, he always leaves me breath­lessly wait­ing for the next time dream.