My Girlfriend's Nubile Sister

12

My girlfriend's dad came home soon after and was really impressed with the work I had done. I was fairly sure this was largely due to him not having to paint the walls. "The weather is really hot nowadays," he commented while wiping his neck with a towel. "Come have some ice cream!"

My eyes lit up at the mere mention of an icy treat. What's more, from the plastic bag, it was probably Ben and Jerry's. Uncle then went into the kitchen to get spoons for the ice cream. "Come out from the toilet soon! The ice cream is going to melt!" Uncle shouted, making sure that his wife could hear him.

Shortly after, my girlfriend's mom came out of the bathroom, wearing a plain yellow T-shirt and a pair of shorts. Well, there wasn't much to see here. Uninterested, I went into the bathroom to take a leak. Due to the hot weather, I had been drinking a lot of water. But perhaps a little too much soft drinks, as my stomach started hurting halfway through urinating. Suddenly, I heard someone trying to open the door.

"Oh no, will you take long?" I heard Aunty's voice coming from the other side. "I might take a while! Is everything okay?" I replied promptly. "No worries, take your time!" she replied in an understanding tone. "I'll just take my laundry later!"

That very moment, my eyes lit up like the sun. Did she just say something about laundry? My eyes surveyed the toilet, flying all over the place. Then, I noticed a pile of clothes in a laundry basket. Without even thinking, I looked through the basket like a miner looking for gold nuggets. Without much effort, I found the overworked blue bra she was wearing. Immediately, I flipped it over to check the size.

Yep, she was without a doubt a solid D cup. Barely a few minutes ago, her ample bosom was just in direct contact with this piece of fabric. It may sound dumb, but I believe I had a good reason to be jealous of this bra. Staring at the fabric, I could feel my penis tingling. I tried my best to hold back my 'evil' thoughts. Why the hell was I getting aroused while touching the bra of my future mother-in-law? I mean, sure, her breasts were gorgeous, but she was still the mother of my girlfriend!

While the angel and the devil bickered above my head, my body moved on its own, bringing her bra close to my face. I took a whiff, like the repressed pervert I am. It smelled like roses. If not for it being in the laundry basket, I could swear this was a clean piece. Coming to my senses almost immediately, I dropped the bra back into the laundry basket, lamenting my lust-filled mind.

Still, my body was definitely being honest here. My mother-in-law was without a doubt one of the most beautiful women I knew despite her age. The fact that Evon and Evelynn weren't around didn't help either. I needed to release my load one way or another. Feeling my stomach rumbling again, I decided that it was more important for me to relieve myself first.

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By nightfall, we were more or less done with the paint job. Truth be told, I was rather proud of what I had achieved within the span of a day. After taking a bath and wiping any traces of paint off my skin, I made myself comfortable on the couch. As it had been a tiring day, I could feel myself slowly drifting to sleep.

My future in-laws were already inside their room, so the lights in the living room had already been switched off. After replying to all work-related messages, my eyelids started to get heavier and I fell asleep soon after. So anyway, I was pretty sure that I had a dream. I don't remember what kind of dream it was, but I was pretty sure that it was an erotic dream of sorts. Why was I so sure? Because I woke up with a raging boner. As I wasn't wearing any underwear, I literally pitched a tent in the living room.

As if that wasn't enough, the second thing I noticed was a hand on my shoulder. Still groggy from my nap, my mind wasn't working as intended. It took me a few seconds before realizing how bad this looked.

Voice: I... I think you should go sleep inside the room...

I quickly looked up. The owner of the hand was my girlfriend's mom. She was looking at my penis with an awkward smile on her face. Although she seemed a little embarrassed, I could see how her eyes were fixated on my cock. They were just like Evon's.

"Oh shit! I'm sorry aunty! I don't..." I tried to smooth out the situation as much as possible.

She shook her head and told me that it was okay and I didn't have to be sorry about this.

"Evelynn isn't around, so it must've been hard on you!" she added, trying to lighten the atmosphere. If a person could die from embarrassment, this must be what it would be like.