Cynthia – my new sister-in-law

I guess something made me really look at her, that morning. Cynthia, my
new sister-in-law, my husband Greg’s sister. She was staying with us,
visiting, for the first time since Greg and I were married, and Greg
was off at work and Cynthia had just come down for breakfast. I looked
at her, and realized I hadn’t really payed much attention, but that she
reminded me of Greg in a lot of ways. They had the same eyes, and
though her hair was lighter, their faces were similar, and even their
build: both were about 5’8″ and rather slender. And they had some of
the same personality quirks, and there was something the similar about
the way they spoke.

Well, Cynthia had come down for breakfast, and I surprised myself! I
felt an attraction! I had never felt an attraction like that for a
woman! And I certainly wasn’t unsatisfied with sex with Greg–to the
contrary, it was great and seemed to be getting better all the time–we
were doing it more than ever, sometimes getting together twice in one
day! We both loved it, and sometimes, I’d even ask him for it!

Well, I sat there at breakfast and surreptitiously peeked at Cynthia,
wondering how she could be having this effect on me! She was dressed in
shorts and a sleeveless white top, her long limbs showing. The way she
smiled at me did things to me I couldn’t believe! I wished that Greg
was home, though I couldn’t imagine slipping off with him while Cynthia
was around. I sat there, trying to keep my conversation going, but
feeling very distracted.

After breakfast, we really had nothing to do, so we went out to the
mall. We were in a clothing store and I tried on a couple of skirts,
but having Cynthia around was still affecting me. I encouraged her to
try on an outfit, and soon I found myself looking forward to getting
her to try on more of them. Cynthia came out of the dressing room
dressed in this sexy little black dress and she asked me and the
saleslady what we thought. I looked at her, and my heart skipped a
beat! I managed to stay calm though and tell her I thought the dress
suited her. The saleslady agreed. Cynthia was looking around for
another dress to try on, and I found myself asking the saleslady if she
knew of any dresses that would look good on Cynthia. She showed me one
and Cynthia agreed to try it on, and the saleslady and I looked for
more. Then the saleslady said, “You’re hooked on her, aren’t you?”

Cynthia was changing at the time. It took a second for it to sink in,
then I felt a momentary wave of panic. I was *that* transparent? I
forced myself to speak as nonchalantly as the saleslady had: “Excuse
me?”

“Oh, you can’t deny it–you have the hots for her. You like to see her
dress up.”

“She’s my *sister-in-law* and we just came in to do some shopping!” I
wasn’t nonchalant anymore, but I managed to keep my voice in a low
hiss.

“And you like to see her body. Here, we could try to convince her to
try on this,” and she showed me this slinky little dress that I
couldn’t believe! I don’t know when she could wear such a thing other
than for her future husband. “I’ll bet she’ll try it on,” continued the
saleslady, “encourage her,” and she pushed it in my hands. I looked
down at it and just about went into a trance.

Cynthia had come out and was modelling another dress. Once again, it
almost killed me to look at her, and I felt a lump rising in my throat
about the thought of seeing her in the dress in my hand. Finally, I
proceeded to talk her into trying it on. I surprised myself how smooth
*and* relentless I could be! I told her it was just for a lark. I told
her she should at least have the chance to see what she would look like
in such a dress. She went for it, and took it into the changing room.

The saleslady said “You’d like to see her nude, wouldn’t you?” I didn’t
see how she could be so forward.

“Listen,…” I started, ready to tell her what’s what.

“Oh, stop denying it–listen to me: I’ll tell you how you can get your
chance to see her nude.” The part of me that wanted to do it kept me
tongue-tied and I just stood there dumbly.

“Good,” she went on, “I know this pond you can take her to go swimming.
It’s a little out of the city and no one goes there, so you can just
drive her there and tell her it’s so hot you two should just take a
dip.”

“Go swimming naked?!” I said. Then Cynthia came out of the dressing
room. I was transfixed. After a few seconds of just staring, I glanced
at the saleslady. She was staring too, but in a second she seemed to
come to her senses. Anyone, man or woman would have stared at Cynthia
in that dress. She had come out preening, but looked a little alarmed
at our reaction. In a second, we were both telling her how great it
looked, if a bit daring. Cynthia seemed a bit embarrassed by the idea
of other people in the store possibly coming over and seeing her so she
went to take it off.

As soon as she left, the saleslady proceeded to tell me how to get to
this pond she was talking about. She said just make sure we have a beer
for lunch, and then just drive out, telling Cynthia that on the spur of
the moment I’d remembered a perfect way to beat the heat. Cynthia came
out and we left, but as we left I felt I was in the possession of
dangerous knowledge… I didn’t know if I’d be responsible for my own
actions!

I found myself taking us to one of those restaurant-bar chains for
lunch and sure enough, we each had a beer. I stared at Cynthia while
she wasn’t looking and sometimes I thought I’d never do anything like
that saleslady suggested and other times I was afraid I’d already
decided to do it. We sat there and talked a bit, and then, sure enough,
when we left, I found myself following the saleslady’s directions. And
I even used her line.

We ended up on a little country road and turned onto a little track
into the fields. Eventually we came to this little pond in a very
obscure spot! No one was around, and it looked like people seldom came
there. I broached the idea of taking a swim. Cynthia laughed and
thought I was crazy. I told her it was no big deal, just a way to cool
off, and that no one knew about this spot. In a minute I could see she
was wavering and finally she went along with it!

We stood there, and I realized she wasn’t just going to take off her
clothes while we watched each other. I turned aside and pulled off my
top. I didn’t look her way, but started talking as if this were
something I do all the time. I glanced back at her and she was just
staring at me, open-mouthed. Lust? No, just shock–she wasn’t quite
ready for this yet.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, this is nothing!” I said, trying to
encourage her and defuse her embarrassment. Finally, she nervously
started taking off her top. I looked away, and continued, taking off my
shorts and kicking off my shoes. A discrete peek revealed she was
nervously glancing at me while continuing to undress. Soon I was
completely nude, and I walked up and tested the water with my hand.

“Come on,” I said as I turned around. She was just taking off her
panties and her breasts were bare! When she stood up, completely nude,
I stared in awe, but was quick enough to catch myself before I made a
scene. I walked in a few steps, and then dived down under water to get
myself used to it quickly, and came up and looked back. She was so
sexy! She was at the edge of the pool now, and cautiously making her
way in. I kept looking at her, but I kept a playful smile on my face as
if I were just waiting for her to join the fun. Soon she was in and we
were both swimming.

I couldn’t believe it. This was too much! Here I am lusting after a
woman, and swimming with her, nude! And she has *no* idea! It occurred
to me that I might get us into playing tag or some other touching game!
I could pull her under in fun? Tickle her? I couldn’t believe the
thoughts that were coming into my head–where would this all end?

Then I realized that another car had pulled up! Caught! Cynthia and I
immediately made sure the water was covering us and glued our eyes on
the car! I felt such panic. Out of the car came a woman, in a black,
one-piece swim-suit. It was the saleslady! She had a towel on her
shoulder which she threw on the ground, and proceeded to walk into the
pond!

“Hi, thought I’d join you.” Cynthia and I just stared and didn’t know
what to do. In seconds, she was gliding around the pond, and in a
minute, she swam up to us and stopped, planting her feet on the bottom.
“Perfect day for a dip,” she said as if nothing strange were going on,
“going suitless?” she asked with a sly smile.

“We just stopped for a little dip,” I said, suddenly wondering how we
were going to manage to leave. Would she leave soon? Should we leave
while she was still around?

“Oh, don’t be shy!” she said, “it’s nothing really,” and she swam out
to where we were. Immediately, she was splashing Cynthia, laughing, and
Cynthia responded by taking off after her. Soon she had the three of us
playing tag, and let me tell you, it was weird touching bodies like
that, knowing both Cynthia and I were nude.

Then once when I looked back at them, they were together. The woman was
behind Cynthia, so close that her face was right over Cynthia’s
shoulder. I stared for a second, and then moved closer. The woman
obviously had her arms around Cynthia under water, and Cynthia had this
vacant stare–even though I was in front of her, she was looking right
through me. Her mouth was hanging open and I could see the rise and
fall of her breathing.

“Come on, come here and kiss her!” said the woman. I was staring at
them, openmouthed, wondering what was going on. “Oh, come on, hurry!”
said the woman. I still didn’t approach any closer, and soon I realized
they were moving toward me.

Soon they were close to me, and had turned so that Cynthia was face
away from me and the woman was close to me. “I set things up for you,
and you freeze,” she said. She kept moving closer until she was right
in front of me. Then she added: “Here! Here’s a kiss,” and she grabbed
my head with one hand and put her lips right on mine, hard!

I was in shock. Her tongue was working its way into my mouth, and
somehow, I just stood there, not able to move. I felt her hands on my
body, and soon I felt skin against my back. My back was against
Cynthia’s! The woman wasn’t kissing me now, but she was caressing my
breasts under water, and her hand was wondering up and down my body,
sometimes down to my crotch. I was breathing hard–out of control. I
heard hard breathing behind me. Cynthia. She was writhing and moaning.
The fingers were down to my sex, in my sex. I almost passed out.

We, Cynthia and I, were on our hands and knees, next to each other,
almost touching, in about five inches of water near the edge of the
pool. Our shoulders *were* touching. And our hips. And thighs. The
woman was behind us, kneeling. I felt her finger my cunt. Cynthia was
moaning and swinging her head back and forth. The finger found my rear
hole. I couldn’t stand it.

We were kneeling on the carpet in the woman’s apartment, still nude.
She hadn’t allowed us to get dressed when we came–even when we came in
from her car. My car was still at the pond. It was supper time and Greg
would be wondering where we were. The woman was sitting on a chair in
front of us, wearing a top, but nothing below her waist. Cynthia and I
were pushing our heads toward her crotch between her wide-spread legs,
both licking at the same time. Against my left cheek was Cynthia’s
right, and against my other cheek was the woman’s thigh. My tongue
touched Cynthia’s as we licked and licked. The woman’s hand was behind
my head, pulling it to her cunt.