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enemy.
    Damion swung open the big door and was surprised to
see a petite and very wet blonde, shivering on the doorstep. In fact, he was so
transfixed by the effect of her virtually transparent blouse, plastered to a perfect
set of tits that he didn’t recognise her until she spoke. ‘Damion, I’m so sorry
to impose on you.’
    It was his wife’s baby step-sister, Deborah. Hardly
a baby anymore, she was twenty five or six. She was living with her boyfriend
in Dorset or somewhere. Not at the moment though, her puffy eyes and the small
suitcase by her side told me everything him needed to know.
    ‘You could never impose on us, sweetheart,’ he said,
pulling her in for a hug. ‘Go and get yourself warm in the kitchen. I’ll get
your big sis up to sort you out.’
    Two or three words were all Suzi needed to fly into
action and look after her little sister. When she got back into bed, Damion
pulled her over to lay her head on his chest and stroke her soft hair. ‘I
suppose you’re going to want to fuck her,’ she murmured before drifting off to
sleep.
    He most certainly did want to fuck her but it had to
be done right. He loved this young woman nearly as much as his wife and he
wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. Although not related by blood, bizarrely she
had grown into almost a younger version of his lovely wife. What hot-blooded
male wouldn’t want her?
    The next few days passed without incident. Debbie
was a delight to have around. If she was heart-broken about her split with
Eric, she didn’t let it show. She was her usual bright and breezy self.
Uninhibited as always, the sight of her at breakfast in a shorty nightie was
guaranteed to give Damion a hard on to start the day.
    A few days of that routine was already driving him
mad and he grabbed my wife for a chat. ‘What you said, when Debbie arrived…!’
    Suzi smiled. ‘You know I was pretty frigid, erm
before…’ she began and Damion nodded. ‘Well, Debbie was never like that. She used
to embarrass me but she enjoys sex for sex’s sake.’ She grinned. ‘You know,
like a bloke!’
    Any man could certainly relate to that and Suzi
could now as well. ‘But do you really think she’d be happy to fuck her
brother-in-law?’ Damion asked.
    ‘Only if I ask her!’
    The following evening was a Saturday and Suzi told
me she was cooking for the three of them. After a delicious Prawn Biryani, we
all settled down in the lounge with a couple of bottles of wine and started to
chat about stuff. Not surprisingly, the conversation soon moved to sex. Debbie
was very relaxed, having drunk more than her fair share and didn’t seem to have
many inhibitions when it came to talking about her sexual experiences and
preferences. ‘My problem,’ she slurred, ‘is I want a man with a big cock who
knows how to use it and has the stamina to be able to keep using it!’ She took
a long gulp from her glass. ‘My problem is I only ever get one of the three!’
    Suzi put her hand on her husband’s inner thigh and
his cock immediately jumped to attention; something which didn’t escape her
sister’s notice. ‘I must be a really lucky girl then,’ she purred.
    ‘I’m jealous,’ the younger woman retorted.
    ‘There’s no need to be, baby sister,’ Suzi grinned. ‘I
don’t mind sharing my man with you.’
    Damion took that as a green light. Moving to the
stereo, he pressed play on the disc Suzi had prepared. The corny sounds of The
Stripper set the girls off cheering and giggling. He got into role and started
to strip my clothes off like a professional at a hen party. Down to my boxers,
Damion wriggled suggestively in front of his sister in law. Her eyes were fixed
to the very obvious erection inside but she still couldn’t quite cross the line
and touch it. Standing behind him, Damion’s wife reached around and yanked them
down, leaving her little step-sister with her lips just inches away from an
impressive boner.
    ‘Well go on then,’ Suzi taunted. But Debbie