Sister-in-law (Part 42)

By Reeemer

Met up with Tracy a couple of times following that last encounter.

Noticed that she was more moody then usual, and that she seemed to shy away from any conversational topic about my brother. I thought maybe guilt was in play, but was uncertain because previously, before their stint to America, when we were having our ‘illicit’ get-togethers… , she certainly behaved happier and if there were any guilt in her, it was well-hidden away.

hmm……

We met up for lunch a couple of days after that Sunday… think it was Pan Pac, or one of those hotels in the Marina area.. (our offices were in Suntec, remember?)

She had fully recovered and was back to her workaholic self.

She arrived 15 minutes late, catching me waving at her from our table, and walked to me swiftly, her handbag tugged over her right shoulder, both her hands holding and typing away on her Blackberry.

‘Hi’, she panted, planting herself down on the chair opposite me. ‘Sorry, last minute urgent matters.’

I smiled, and pushed the glass of water in front of her a few inches closer, and she gladly lifted it up and drank eagerly.

Man… this is not a fetish, but don’t you think chicks look damn sexy in office wear? She was wearing a grey dress suite, with her skirt at just above knee length and her matching jacket of italian cut that needlessly flatter her already gorgeous and slim figure. She had on a white dress shirt with a frilly collar, her half cup bra pushing subtly and deliciously against it… hmm… is that white or biege?…. Front view in sight so far… no VPL report obtained as yet……….. hehehe….

I urged her to order quickly, as I was starving.

She ordered the usual salad type stuff while I ordered soup, salad and main course…. she cheekily calling me a pig and resumed on the BB, spotting a cute little frown as she focused on the words in the email………..

Lunch was just filled with small talk… she was distracted by her phone all the time while my mind was also kinda drifting away to that important meeting I was gonna have after lunch………..

After we got the check, we started to walk out of the cafe. I could see pairs of eyes on her… hehe… fellow hunters lurking around………

I deliberately walked a few steps behind her… yes… the customary G-String… subtle VPL through her tight skirt… gosh… what an ass…

‘Hey,’ she turned around. ‘Where are you parked? My car’s at Raffles City, still waiting for my season pass here. Got in late today and bloody carpark’s full’

‘Just downstairs,’ I replied, stealing a glance at my watch. Do I have time to give her a lift?

She needed a lift to Maxwell road for a meeting, and I had 45 min to spare… so… why not? ……

She was done on the phone and had suddenly become very quiet.

‘You ok?’ I asked, now walking beside her.

‘yeah,’ she replied, with a faraway look in her eyes. ‘You brother, he’s back in 2 weeks.’

‘Oh,’ I answered. ‘Aren’t you glad?’
Yeah… realised I probably said the wrong thing the moment those words popped out.

She kept quiet and kept walking, while I sheepishly took a few quick steps and walked in front.

I led her to a stairway that was linked to the basement carpark somewhere between PanPan and Marina Square, where I parked. (Season there cheaper than Millenia one la). It was quite a secluded stairway, tugged away at one side of the hotel ground lobby.

Before we proceeded downstairs at the stairway entrance, she stopped and asked me for a cigarette. I was surprised, knowing that she only smoked when she had gotten high on drinks. Gosh… what was she so stressed about?

I handed her a stick of my Malborough Lights, popped one onto my own lips, and lit up my lighter for her. She took a deep puff and closed her eyes to enjoy that nicotine rush that I knew she was getting.

We smoked quietly and were undisturbed, the stairway not usually used by the main flow of human traffic.

I threw my cigarette butt on the floor first, smoking much faster than her. (Pro of course faster than amateur la). She took that as a signal and walked down the stairs before me, holding her cig gingerly with 2 fingers.

I followed her quickly, saying’ Hey, no smoking inside la… want to kena pay fine ah?’

Tracy walked real quickly and disappeared down the stairs. I took bigger steps and exited the stairway door into the basement carpark. She was nowhere in sight.

‘What the….’ I wondered, swinging my head left and right, seeking her.

‘Over here’ I heard her voice behind me. She was still inside the stairway, standing under the stairs, where some old broken furniture and unused boxes were placed.

I walked quickly to her, looking around the dark and dirty corner, asking,’ Why in the world are you standing here… my car is over th….’

Before I could finish, she grabbed me by my tie and pulled me towards her. She grabbed the back of my neck with her hands and planted her lips on mine…

Took me a second or two to get over the shock, before I started to enjoy the attack of her tongue….. I could feel the faint taste of cigarettes on her mouth, and her heavy panting was causing hot puffs of air to be blown on my face……

I embraced her closely and tightly, and stepped a little more to the side, so that we were at least partially hidden by the staircase. I was nervous as hell, not anticpating this, and knowing that people coming down the stairs or walking past the door had a good chance of spotting us.

Our kiss was getting wetter and more passionate, the smell of her perfume and her small moans were making me dizzy.

My arms started to make circles on her back… I unlocked the embrace briefly to slip her jacket off and threw it on the old couch next to us… we resume the hug eagerly, this time with my hands grabbing and meshing her ass… feeling the firm flesh and her lacy panties underneath……..

I stopped kissing her for a while to catch my breath… using the chance to look into her eyes and asked’ wow… this is nice, but what is wrong with….’

‘Shut up and kiss me again,’ she cut me off, planting her wet lips on mine again, using her tongue to make cute little stabs on mine……..

I was slow to warm up, but I was sure horny as hell now.

I let 1 hand move from her butt to her boobs, and started grabbing and cupping her left breast through her shirt and bra. Her louder moans signalled that she enjoyed it and probably wanted more…….

All knowledge of space and time was lost… f#$k the place…. f^@k the fact that we were getting late for our work appointments….

Tracy hugged me even tighter now, and lifted her left leg and half hooked it around my right leg…….

I seized the chance to move my hand up her left thigh, up under her skirt, and found her hot panty crotch in no time, feeling the heat and moisture underneath that thin bit of lacy material between her legs……….

I let 1 finger slid underneath and started to glide it around the smooth and wet flesh of her shaven vagina. She almost groaned out loud in pleasure, with our locked lips insulating the sound…..

I started to slide my index finger into her wet pussy, using my thumb to trace small circle around her clitioris (or around where i thought it was la… in those conditions, dark, nervous… how to be sure?)

Joining in, Tracy started to use 1 hand and grabbed me at my crotch. My proud erection already poking out of my briefs and against my trousers. Her small hand found it easily and she grabbed it hard and started to pump as best as she could through my trousers. It was my turn to start groaning and that sudden glimmer in her eyes as she looked at me, while we continued to french, told me she liked being in control too.

There was no turning back. I glided my hand out of her pussy. Tugging at the side of her g-string under her tight skirt (which was no easy feat), i started to pull her g-string down……… light blue…….. nice… her g-string crotch now wet with her own cum, a dark blue patch………

I pulled her underwear down to her knees, and she brought her left leg back down to allow the lingerie to slide down fully. Not wanting to dirty it on the floor, I quickly bend down to pick it up…..

The next image remains embedded in my mind, me bending down to grab her panties, looking up at her eyes, the CFM glimmer and half smile on her face, as she gamely lifted her feet to allow me to pick it up properly…….

man…….. nosebleed….

I quickly stuffed the g-string in my pocket while we resume our kiss…. somehow we could not get enough of each other’s saliva that day……. hehehe……

i let my hand roam back down to her ass, and tried to inch by inch pull up her skirt to expose her butt and her pussy…….

I was just dying to kiss her down there, i was just dying to taste her wet, hot cunt…..

As I was starting to kneel down and bunching up her skirt at her waist…… (like all good movies……), we heard footsteps coming down the stairs… I quickly stood up while Tracy quickly pulled her skirt down, wiggling her ass cutely as she did so…….

She picked up her handbag while I quickly grabbed her jacket from the couch………..

Grabbing her by her arm…. we left the starway quickly and quietly… seeking out my car………..

Sister-in-law (Part 41)

By Reeemer

It was late afternoon, and the gloomy sky had progressed to rain.

We ate the chicken porridge in the kitchen.

Tracy’s mood was better, in stark contrast to the dark skies and rain outside.

Some colour had returned to her cheeks as she spooned the hot food and she started chattering on about New York.

Interestingly, none of us mentioned or even steered anywhere close to the colourful relationship we had been having.

Think it was only about 7pm, though it was a lot darker outside than normal, due to the weather. We had finished in the kitchen and were watching TV over hot cups of green tea back in the living room.

The hot drink and porridge had caused her to perspire again, and she repeatedly tied and retied her hair to try cool off. She was just so cute doing that…….

If there were any signs of our closer-than-what-people think relationship, it was the fact that she had remained bra-less this whole time. Her nipples poked so invitingly through her tee-shirt… and I am sure she was aware that they were visible. She however acted otherwise, feeling fully comfortable around me. now now now… is she also still bare under those shorts? hehehe

She had to eat another dose of her medicine and declared that she felt well enough to finally take a shower.

I nodded silently, staring at the football on screen, feeling kind of tired myself. The golf in the morning, followed by the trips to the hospital, supermarket and cooking (which I was not used to) drained me more than I thought.

I had dozed off when she emerged from the showers, looking and smelling fresh as daisies. She was in a long, loose, thick nightgown, not giving anything away at all…. sigh….

She said she felt the medication taking effect and she would be sleepy soon.
I said ok and asked her to go to sleep. I would either take the couch or go off home a bit later, after I finish the match.

She flashed me that priceless one-dimpled smile at me again and said thanks, goodnite, that I was a true gem being there for her, and that she missed me.

I smiled back as she turned to walk to her room.

Sigh… what was that? Is the magic gone? I was groping her, and she acted like it was nothing? So sick that she did not know?

What’s with all the normal chit chat? What’s with all the platonic type expressions?

Was she taking her stint away from Singapore as the end to what we had? Her emails over the last 1 year did get a little colder and colder, and i let it slip since i was so busy myself too.

What? How? It’s over?

Man……. I wasn’t feeling good, to say the least.

Only thing i could do was to think about my goddess lying on her bed, stared at the meaningless soccer action on TV, and listen to the sound of the rain outside hitting the window panes.

Sure enough… I drifted to sleep….. fatigue taking over everything…. fatigue causing me to start dreams.. dreams that were bizzare, varied in plots… but all hot and steamy……….

I was back at the office, i was naked, Tracy was naked… she was kissing my neck, her hands all over me….. she made me lie down…. she started to kiss a wet trail from my chest, down my tummy, down to… down to…..

With a jerk to my body, I opened my eyes and looked around. Yes, I was still in Tracy’s living room, I was still on the couch, the room was dark and the TV still on…..

But wait… is that Tracy? Kneeling next to me?

I rubbed my tired eyes, falling asleep with contact lenses is never a good idea.

Yes, it was my angel. Yes, she was kneeling next to me, on the floor, by the couch on which I was lying.

But there was more. My bermudas had been unbucked and unzipped. My underwear pulled to below my testicles, and there she was, eagerly sucking my cock with loud, wet slurps…..

‘Tracy,’ I whispered, putting my hand on her head. She appeared startled and looked up at me, not stopping what she was doing with her mouth, her lips, her tongue, her throat, all used in perfect, well-practised harmony.

‘Oh my god’, I moaned, letting my raised head fall back onto the couch, my whole body vanished and my existence was now confirmed to only the flesh at my crotch.

She continued in silence, using one hand to fondle my balls and the other massaging her breasts through her night gown.

I started to writhe a little, the ecstatic pleasure too much for words…..

After a few minutes, the blowjob stopped and I almost shouted in anguish.

I opened my eyes and saw Tracy standing up. Reaching for the zip behind, she quickly pulled down and let the heavy gown drop at her feet. Like before, she was naked underneath, her perfect breasts stood firm, nipples pointing forward.

Hey wait, check out her pussy, she is now cleanly shaven! I could not suppress a smile on my lips. She sensed that and smiled back.

Taking one long, freaking sexy step towards my face (I was still lying down on the sofa with my head lifted to look at her), she said,’Mmm… you like it, you want to take a close look?’

Before I could respond, she lifted her right leg and stepped on the little space between my head and the backrest of the sofa. She started to bend her left leg that was standing on the floor.

This had the effect of bring her pussy straight down onto my face.

I could not hold it any longer. I grabbed her by her butt and pushed her pussy into my face. Using my mouth, my nose, my tongue, I wanted to consume her, i wanted to taste the unique flavour that was her….

Gosh she was so wet… and she started to moan in pleasure, grinding herself closer into me, grabbing my free hands and placing them on her soft boobs, asking me to squeeze them, to own them….

Man…. there is till heaven afterall………..

Without letting her pussy leave my face, Tracy started to manouvre slowly around.

Soon, we were in the 69 position. She started to attack my cock with a vengence, letting it go deeper down her throat than ever.

Her pussy was getting wetter by the minutes, the warmth and hairless smooth skin making me lose my mind and I was not aware of anything other than wanting more and more of her taste in me. Her pussy still looked perfect, her hairless skin just a little bit darker than her milky white thighs.

After an eternity of mutual oral gratification, she stopped and climbed off me.

Motioning for me to sit up, she eagerly climbed onto my lap. I was so hard and she was so wet that I entered her in the most effortless manner possible.

Man… I had forgotten how good she felt… the tightness, the heat… I hugged her and grabbed her face, seeking out her luscious lips and tongue, the tongue i had been longing to devour for 1 year.

We french kissed like no tomorrow. To an outsider, it would probably look animalistic, even gross… hehehe… but we didint care… we were so lost in the moment, the noise, the moan, the saliva, the sweat… they were all ingredients to the sacred ritual we were having.

And my cock, deep in her cunt, seeking to probe the depths of the start of her womb. Once again, we felt connected like never before. Through her pussy, through my thrusting cock, i was almost able to feel her whole body, from head to toe. She started to press more, wanting more of me, wanting me deeper……….

Our bodies were covered fully in sweat by now, the film of moisture sticking her breasts warmly and closely to my chest. The fragrance of her hair sending all my senses into outer space….

I could feel her climax approaching, as she got louder, and started to bounce harder and harder on me, her two legs wrapped around my hips even tighter.

She came… with a loud moan that was music to my ears. A hot gush of sweet nectar emerged from her heavenly opening and wetted my pubic hair even more.

My own climax approached. The new gush of blood into my cock making it even harder, longer and more hooked up. She started screaming again, feeling this new sensation.

With a war cry, matched by her high pitched scream, i came…. and came.. and came… my semen mixed with her juices, wetting my thighs… wetting the couch………..

She climbed off me, panting like a dog.

I collapsed on the couch in exhaustion, with her next to me, hugging me like a koala bear……….

The rain poured on…….. and we fell into deep deep sleep……

Sister-in-law (Part 40)

By Reeemer

It was a quiet day at the clinic, Tracy was already with the doctor when i finished my smoke and was out of the doc’s room after 20 minutes.

She was down with the flu, the doc gave her a jab and prescribed a fairly strong anti-biotic.

The journey back was a quiet one, she was too tired to chat, and was dozing off just 3 minutes into the 15 min journey. I stole glances at her delicious longs uncovered by her denim shorts. Gosh, the 1 year in New York had made her even fairer.

Just that.. she being sick and all, preying upon her now… just seemed… just seemed wrong………..

We arrived back at her place, and she walked straight to her kitchen to take her medication.

‘Hey, thanks so much,’ she sighed, leaning against the living room wall and flashing me a bigger smile this time. ‘I need to sleep… the medicine will be knocking me out for sure… could you er…. stay for a while…. just dun wanna be alone when I am this sick……’

‘Sure,’ I replied, planting my ass down on her couch and reaching for the TV remote control. ‘I’ll be the security guard for today’

‘Thanks’ as she turned and walked into her bedroom. She must have gone straight to bed, no lights, no sound.

I went into the kitchen to grab a beer, and wanting to see if there were any food. Had not had lunch since golf and I was famished. The fridge was empty except for some juices…. oh yar, she just got back from the states a couple of days ago….

After 15 minutes of channel surfing on both Starhub TV and MIO TV, I was getting restless.

I have to say proudly that being the gentleman that I am (really la… dun laugh dun snigger, i can be quite steady one la), i was not feeling horny in anyway and not thinking about getting into her pants.

I decided to go into her room to check on her.

She was sound asleep, with the aircon on at a cosy temperature and all curled up under the blanket. I could see that she had removed her pull over, which was thrown on the floor, and probably fallen asleep in her tee-shirt and shorts.

I left the house and made a quick trip to the nearest supermarket, deciding to stock up some food for her and buying a couple of things to throw together a quick hot meal for my patient…

An hour or so later, i was calmly stirring my hot steaming pot of chicken porridge in her kitchen, while munching on a chocolate bar.

‘Hey you there?’ I heard her call from her room. ‘Could you get me some water?’

I poured a glass, taking care to add in some hot water to make it lukewarm.

I entered her room and she was seated up in bed, leaning against 2 pillows.

‘Thanks,’ she smile and downed the glass in 1 long drain. ‘You’re a champ’

I sat on the edge of the bed next to her and placed my palm on her forehead… she was much better already.

‘Man, I feel sticky and smelly,’ she said, wriggling up her cute little nose, pulling the tee shirt from her chest to and fro, trying to air herself. ‘But I still don’t feel I am up to it for a shower.’

‘Yeah,’ I smiled, acting cheeky again. ‘You stink.’

‘Really?’ she looked like she believed me, lifting her arm and smelling her armpit.

‘No worries,’ I replied, suddenly having a brilliant brilliant idea. ‘Let me get you a warm wet towel and give you a rub down’

‘You would?’ Tracy replied, staring at me unbelievably.

I stood up quietly and went into her bathroom. I made the tap run until piping hot water emerged and let it soak though a medium sized face towel.

Squeezing the towel as dry as possible with my hands, i brought it out with me. Tracy had switched on the TV facing her bed and watching the news channel.

‘Thanks so much,’ she smiled, taking the hot towel from me. She started to wipe her face, the back of her neck, her chest, her arms and legs.

Seeing her hands disappear under her tee-shirt was really really starting to turn me on. I quickly sat myself next to her to hide my hard-on… hehehe… as usual, lil bro sometimes dun follow commands… this kind of situation, i trying to act good guy and take care of her, and lil brother must decide to start mission….

Tracy started to slow down her wiping motions and was going to say something, when i grabbed her hands and pulled the towel gently from her.

‘Here,’ I said, patting her on her shoulder. ‘I’ll do your back.’

‘Err…. ok,’ she replied, turning her back to me, sitting cross-legged with the blanket covering her from toe to hip.

Her tee-shirt was quite loose, so i did not have to pull it or lift it up. I gently wiped, starting with her exposed lower back and started to move upwards.

Of course, the first thing i noticed, was that she was not wearing a bra. I started to breath in deeply to control myself, my hard-on under my shorts now starting to get painful.

Tracy, with her back turned, remained oblivious to all these. In fact, she was enjoying the warm back rub, allowing small moans of pleasure to escape from her lips. Come on… you know that will not help me in calming down…

I started to wipe in longer strokes, the towel starting to lose its warmth.

Tracy’s denim shorts were quite loose at the waist. I did not know whether it’s because she had lost that much weight, or she had actually unbuckled a little at the front.

One careless stroke caused the towel to move low and half my palm holding the towel went under the waistline of her shorts. She jumped a little, saying it was ticklish. I said ‘Oops’ and withdrew my hand quickly.

One of my fingers had touched the top of her butt crack…. Oh my word…. she was panty-less too……….

Maybe it was the discomfort and heat she felt from the fever that caused her to go commando under her outer clothes? Man… did she remove them before she slept, or was she commando all the way to the clinic?

Man…………

My lil head took over the big head at that instant.

I started to rub her back again, but increasingly used less of the towel and more of the skin on my palm. I alternated between rubs and using a few fingers to gently massage her back.

Tracy was probably feeling too relaxed to feel the change in what I did, or she simply allowed me to do anything as long as she felt good. I could see from the side that her eyes were closed and she was breathing though her mouth, totally at ease and enjoying….

My hands started to roam more from her back to her sides. Stroking and massaging her shoulders, upper arms and sides of her upper back. I venture further and further, and soon, the tips of my fingers were brushing the sides of her delicious soft, bra-less boobs….

Tracy remained quiet, and with her eyes closed, she was swaying a little bit, almost like she was in a trance.

I decided it was now or never. Moving both arms under both her upper arms from the back, I gently grabbed her boobs with both palm…. oh my… how i missed those, how many nights had i fantasized about those mounds from heaven over the last 1 year.

They were still soft, yet firm, the B Cuppers amply feeling my hands. Her nipples were already hard and erected, poking me gently in the middle of both palms. I starting to grab harder and loosen my grip, in a regular pattern. I started to move my hands in circular motions, kneading and massaging gently.

Tracy’s moans of pleasure were more audible now, and her head started to tilt back to rest on my shoulder.

I was dying…. i was almost horny enough to come in my pants. But i was at a loss. She was sick, I did not know whether she knew what was happening, but my hands were in full grasp of her boobs… and she was loving it……….. how? how?

I guess the answer came soon enough and rescued my volcano either from pre-mature eruption or internal damage.

Tracy suddenly opened her eyes and started to climb off the bed. She looked at me with sleepy eyes and sighed,’ Thanks man.. that was a good massage.’

Reaching up to bundle her hair into a ponytail, she started to walk to the bathroom nonchanlantly… like nothing happened?!?!?!?

‘I’m much better now…. hungry… what’s for dinner?’ as she disappeared behind the bathroom door and i heard the toilet flush….

Man… talk about being left high and dry……….

Sister-in-law (Part 39)

By Reeemer

Ok,

Let’s reset everything. Too lazy to recap where I ended off.

Here’s an account of something more recent.

(Gosh, was just reading at the old threads, has it been that many years since I started writing on this?).

It was one of those cloudy sundays. I had just finished golf and not in a very good mood, losing a couple of hundreds at the game to my buddies. The soggy ground from the previous night’s downpour made the whole morning even less enjoyable.

Had just finished my shower and was placing my golf bag back into my car boot. My handphone rang and the display showed ‘Tracy’.

My heart started pounding a little. The gloomy day was starting to look brighter.

Tracy and my brother had been in New York over the last year or so, and came back briefly only during chinese new year. My brother was there to open his new office and Tracy applied for transfer to work at the Manhattan branch of her law firm, to be with him.

I knew they had ended their expat stint there and were coming back soon. My mom told me Tracy was going to be back first, as she was required back at her Singapore office, while my brother was probably going to stay behind for another month or so to finish things up.

That long long long awaited phonecall from her had seriously made my neck grow millimeter by millimeter over the last few weeks… hehehe…

‘Yo, you back?’ I almost shouted into my phone.

‘Hi’ was the reply. I was a bit taken aback, the voice did not sound like the goddess I had been worshipping. It was soft, it was … er…. coarse…

‘Tracy? That you?’

‘Yes, it’s me…. had been back for 2 days… down with fever, and a very very bad throat.’ she replied with a very feeble tone.

‘Gosh, you ok?’

‘Not really, that’s why I called, i need to see a doctor, but i am too sick to make calls and move myself…. and it being Sunday and all…. Can you help?’

Can I help? oh please, I will hijack an airplane just to fly her to the nearest doctor if every doctor in Sillypore were dead that day….

‘Sure…. gimme 20 min, i’ll see you at your place…’

‘Thanks, see ya… and dun tell anyone k? Dun want your mom or bro to fret over this.’

Hehe… sometimes Hunter no need to try hard to find cover and concealment………..

Driving like a mad man was probably an understatement.

I made the usual 15 minute journey in less than 10, and was buzzing her doorbell before I knew it. My heart was pumping in anticipation, and my lil bro had been in a semi-awakened state since her phonecall…. hehehe…

Tracy opened the door quickly. I had not seen her for almost a year and was quick to give her a detailed scan from head to toe. She had retained her hair-style, long and straight down to just below her shoulders, slightly highlighted with streaks of burgundyish brown. She seemed to have lost a little weight, though this only served to make her endless legs look even longer and more slender. She was indeed sick, will little eye bags. She was wearing denim shorts, tee-shirt and a thick cotton hooded pull-over. As such, I was not able to get an immediate sit-rep of what she had underneath (but dun worry, u know me, i will find a way to know very soon…. barharhar).

‘Thanks, this flu virus is killing me’.

‘No worries, some antibiotics and good sex will put you in shape in no time.’ I tried to cheer her up by being cheeky.

‘You you you, had been 1 year, you still don’t grow up.’ she managed a half smile, as she shut the door and walked out with me.

I don’t know about you guys, but i am the kind that get turned on a lot by smell. My fav has got to be that of a lady after work, where the faint lingering trace of perfume is mixed with the womanly musky scent created through a little dollop of dried perspiration.

Except this time, from Tracy, it was even better. She had probably not showered since she woke that morning, and being sunday, no perfume.

What I got was a little trace of shampoo smell from her hair, and lots of her honest, original body musk. It was not body odour, it wasn’t anything close to being labelled unpleasant, just nice, earthy, warm smell from her skin…. man… what i could have given just for a chance to dive my nose into her most delicious and intimate body parts then, her neck, her chest, and of course, the sacred place where the two most beautiful legs in the world meet………

But.. no … wait…..

Hunter I am, but I am a gentleman too… my angel is sick, my angel needs help, and that’s what she’s gonna get….

In a jiffy, I had alighted her at the A&E clinic at The Glenagles, parked my car at the basement, and walking up to street-level, sucking hard on my cig, claming myself down…………

Sister-in-law (Part 38)

By Reeemer

Tracy was sitting next to the small pool when I returned with my haversack. She had removed her shoes and had her bare feet soaked in the water. She was looking dreamily into the small ripples she was creating, feeling calm and relaxed.

Without speaking a word, I dialed room service for wine and some snacks…. Bloody expensive if I remember correctly.

I changed into my swimming shorts and sat next to her, lighting a cigarette, inviting a naughty but playful stare from her, as she waved away the second hand fumes and pretended to look angry, but unable to hide a slight crooked smile, flashing her trademark dimple.

We kept quiet and enjoyed the sound of flowing water from the pool.

The wine arrived shortly, and I poured 2 glasses as she answered her mobile phone. It was my brother saying he had crossed the causeway and hoped everything was ok.

Well…. Things will be ‘ok’ more later, if I had my way…. Hehehe…….

We started some idle chit chat and enjoyed the overpriced wine and deep fried snacks. The wine introducing a nice healthy pink glow to her gorgeous smooth cheeks.

I stretched myself, yawned lazily, and without warning, plunged into the pool.

‘Hey,’ she giggled, wiping some droplets of pool water off herself.

‘Join me,’ I said, shivering a little bit from the sudden change in temperature.

‘Idiot,’ she said.’You know I don’t have my gear with me.’

‘I have lots of extra tee shirts and shorts in my bag,’ I said, looking eager. ‘See whether you can find anything suitable.’

With the wine helping a great deal I was sure…….. Tracy stood up and went into the bed room.

Within minutes, she re-emerged, sending my already pumping heart into the next gear.

The clever girl had chosen a pair of shorts with draw strings to tie them tight around her slim waist. She was wearing my black tee-shirt (darn…. Why I never bring only the white thin ones?), hanging loose around her slim frame. She had tied her hair tight in a bundle using rubber bands she found.

She climbed into pool very slowly and started to walk around a little bit.

Without warning, I used both arms and shoved a huge wave of water onto her, soaking her from the top of her head.

‘Hey,’ she shouted, rubbing her water-hit eyes…….

Yes…I was right…….. no bra below that shirt, the wet material clinging on to her body was a dead give-away…….. and hey, though the shirt is black, could I just make out the shape of her small but definitely erected nipples?

We continued our chit chat standing in the pool, drinking wine. Tracy was looking relaxed, obviously loving the villa and the nice, serene and private setting. I ordered more wine, poured generously, and was feeling a good buzz, having a good time, enjoying the company of this gorgeous lady, my sis-in-law….hehehe.

We were well into our third bottle (ouch… the bill), and the sky started to turn a nice hue of orange. I was just starting to ask Tracy about dinner when my mobile phone rang.

‘Hey, it’s me.’ It was Nicki. Oops……….

‘Yo, how’s everyting, you settled?’ I replied, trying to hide my anxiety at this sudden turn of events.

‘Yes, I am done early, you at the resort? I will be there in 30 minutes.’ She answered.

‘er…..sure,’ I stammered, not sure how this is going to work out…….. come on… I was building things up, and I hadn’t bonked Tracy yet!!!!!!! Hehehe……..

‘But there is one thing,’ she said, ‘Can I bring a friend? Han……. He just got in town from Canada and I want to show him around.’

Darn…… things just got from bad to worse right?

‘Sure,’ I tried to sound calm. ‘Is he your latest special friend?

‘Er…….. kind of, I guess,’ she giggled, as I tried to recall whether she mentioned him before when we had drinks previously.

I told Tracy about this, expecting her to maybe request to depart herself……….. I mean, Nicki is a close friend of all of us, my brother included, how would this look?

To my surprise, she seemed ok, and even said we should wait for their arrival before deciding on the dinner plans…hmm… how the plot really thickened…………

I know there wasn’t enough time, but my lil bro got the better of me. I hugged Tracy from her back, as she yelped in surprise and started to giggle. In a jiffy, I was tonguing her neck from the back, pressing my bursting erection into her submerged butt, eagerly moving my hands below her wet tee shirt and kneading her oh so delicious boobs.

Tracy enjoyed the titillations, giving her soft moans of pleasure, grinding her butt back to feel more of my erection, which must have turned purple with urge by now……. Hehehe….

I released my hands reluctantly and spun Tracy around. With my palms now firmly on her tight butt, I locked lips with her and eagerly seek out her tongue. She anxiously frenched me back and we got lost in this precious precious moment.

I started to move my hand down into her shorts underwater and seek out her temple between her legs. I used my fingers to trace out her pussy lips but she started to writhe in discomfort, clamping her legs tight together.

‘No,’ she whispered, breaking our kiss. ‘I don’t want chlorine water inside me.’

‘Sorry,’ I chuckled.

Without a word, I held her at the waist and lifted her out of the water, as she gave a small yelp in surprise.

I sat her on the edge of the pool, while I remained in the water and stood between her legs, with my face level with her boobs, wet tee shirt invitingly cling on her torso.

I lifted the shirt to below her neck and started to lick one nipple while my hand caressed and kneaded the other breast. Her moans were getting louder and she tilted her head back, with her eyes closed, and pushed more of herself onto me.

With my other free hand, I started to untie the drawstring and pull her soaked shorts down inch by inch. When the shorts reached midway down her tights, I pushed her upper body back to lie flat on the ground next to the pool. I slipped her shorts off fully and threw them aside.

With her lying down, legs bent at the knees and opened, forming an ‘M’, I attacked her pussy with so much rigour I thought I would faint from lust.

I used a combination of my fingers and tongue to tease her pussy lips, finding her clitoris and using my tongue to make soft circles around that heavenly rose bud.

Tracy was now almost twisting her upper body from left to right with pleasure, lifting her butt off the floor on occasions to push her pussy lips deeper and fuller into my face and mouth. Her vagina was now wet, and the taste on my tongue told me it was wet not from the pool water, but from her own love nectar, which I was hungry to lap up totally.

She must have come at least twice, moaning like an animal in heat. I thanked God for the private setting the villa was designed in. Even though we were outdoor by the private pool, the fences were high and we were in no way within sight or hearing distance of our neighboring villas.

I was just climbing out of the pool, dying to fuck her, when she suddenly sat up, looking flushed.

‘Wait,’ she panted. ‘They are almost here. Let me change into my dry clothes first.’

Sister-in-law (Part 37)

By Reeemer

Saturday came soon enough. I happily packed my stuff, taking extra care to put some condoms in my toiletries bag (must have confidence in myself right? Hee hee).

Just as I was going to hop into my car, my handphone rang, it was a call from Nicki.

‘Hey,’ she replied, sounding a little out of breath. ‘I am so sorry. Something just cropped up and I need to rush back to the office. Some Ang mo boss made a surprise visit this morning and my local boss wanna make a presentation with my help.’

‘Oh darn’ I could not hide my disappointment. ‘What time will you be done?’

‘Really don’t know, and I wouldn’t count on it. My boss mentioned something about dinner tonight with this guy and our team’

‘Oh……er…’ I was at a loss for words.

‘I am so sorry. Did you say this stay was just for 1 night? I am off for Monday and could come tomorrow instead.’

‘Well, I am not sure it is for one or two, since it is a corporate gift from someone wanting to win my favour,’ I lied. It was one night la. One night already thousand plus dollar, where got people give gifts so generous one…………..

‘Ok, I gotta go, let me know whether I should go tomorrow’ She replied, and hung up before I could respond.

Darn, now talk about being stranded high and dry, and with blue balls.

Left with nothing for the morning, and not sure whether I wanna go check out the resort all alone, I called my brother to see whether he was free to do breakfast, since he was the one nearest to my place and I know he is one rare guy who wakes up early on Saturdays.

‘Yo dude,’ my brother replied after just one ring.

‘Wanna go eat Bak Kut Teh?’ I asked.

‘Thought you going Sentosa?’ he asked. I could hear Tracy in the background asking him who was on the line. Hee hee hee……….

‘Slight change of plans,’ I sighed……

‘Look, it is just as well you called, I need to get to KL for a meeting on Monday and my colleagues called to ask if we could leave today for a round or two of golf along the way there. I am dying to go but Tracy is giving me shit because I promised to drive her and her collection of old stuff to the Salvation Army today. If you are free, could you help?’ my brother asked, and before I could answer, he turned from the phone and shouted to Tracy about the new plan. Typical of this bossy fella……..

Wow….I thought to myself. Talk about twist of events.

But hey, better not get my hope too high, I told myself. Sounded like she was gonna to be having a busy Saturday too for charity.

‘What time could you come’ he asked.

‘Er….well…anytime I guess’ I stammered.

‘Ok, dude listen, I am out of here in an hour, please come soon so that I can have some peace and pack my golf gear properly,’ he begged.

‘OK, I’m on my way,’ I chuckled.

I reached my brother’s place after a short drive, and Tracy was already standing at the car porch, ready to go.

She looked delicious as usual. Her hair was tied up in a pony tail and she was wearing one of those silly oversized Gucci type sunglasses. She was in a light yellow sleeveless tee shirt and beige Bermudas, with matching brown sandals.

‘Hey cowboy’ she flashed her trademark one-dimple smile.

‘Where’s my silly bro?’ I asked, climbing out of my two-seater.

‘Packing la’ she answered, and pointing to a pile of almost 8 boxes of old clothes and stuff.

‘Wow!’ I exclaimed. ‘There is no way those can fit in my car’

‘I know,’ she replied with a laugh. ‘Your brother did not say we need to make more than 1 trip right?’

‘NO!’ I shouted, and chuckled along, shaking my head at being tricked by my clever brother.

‘Nevermind,’ I answered, after thinking for a moment. ‘I know just the thing to do. Back in 15 min’

With that I got back into the car and drove off. I reached my friend’s place nearby and knocked on his door for whole 5 minutes before he answered.

‘Dude, morning, sorry’ I grinned at his sleepy face. ’Need to borrow your MPV.’

‘You nut. Why never asked me earlier, and wake me up like that’ he yawned, reaching to the counter near the door and threw me the key.

‘Return to you later today’ I said.

‘No hurry la,’ he said and yawned again. ‘I flying to Hong kong tomorrow and won’t be back for a week. You can park your car outside the house and return mine over the next few days. Just dump my car key in the letter box when you return’.

In a matter of 30 minutes, I was driving the MPV, with Tracy next to me, and the boxes stacked nicely at the back with all the seats folded down.

‘Clever boy,’ Tracy smiled.

‘Where are we going?’ I asked, breathing deeply to catch her perfume and smell of shampoo in her freshly washed hair, one white bra strap slipping off tantalizingly off her bare left shoulder.

‘NUS’ she replied. ‘They having collection drive today’
We started chit chatting, steering clear of the taboo topic, and felt a bit distanced (had been a while since we got naughty, my brother being in town and all).

‘Thought you were busy with something this weekend?’ she asked casually.

Hmm….seems like she did not know I was going to the resort.

‘Nothing la,’ I answered.

We started chatting again and the topic was steered carefully by me. We started to talk about our favourite resorts and about hotels in Singapore.

‘No way, I would have heard of it,’ she said, turning right to look at me.

‘I am not kidding, we have a new resort in Sentosa with private pool villas, like Banyan tree. I can show you.’

‘Is this one of your ploys to get me to the beach with you?’ she asked, smiling to herself.

‘I swear,’ I answered, puzzled that this trendy goddess was not aware of this new happening resort. ‘What would I get if I prove I am right?’

‘Nothing,’ she smiled, taking off her sunglasses and staring hard at me with her oh-so-lovely eyes. ‘Just take me there. I am free anyway’

‘No,’ I said, not giving way. ‘If I am right, you would spend the night there with me.’

‘Let’s see whether you are talking rubbish or not first,’ she replied.

We settled the matter at NUS, and I thank god it was not a long drive to the island from there.

As I drove into the resort entrance, Tracy started to realize I was indeed not kidding.

‘Let’s check it out,’ I said, after stopping the car and letting the valet take it. ‘Hey, mister,’ I asked the attendant. ‘Are you guys fully booked for the villas?’

‘Please check with the counter, sir,’ the friendly man replied. ‘I was told we are but you never know whether some reservations were cancelled.’

I took Tracy on a walk around the compounds as well. As luck would have it, one of the villa doors was open for housekeeping and we sneaked a look in.

‘Wow, this is wonderful,’ Tracy exclaimed.

‘How, shall we stay?’ I asked, hopefully.
‘You siaow ah? Must be expensive, and you heard the guy, they’re fully booked.’

‘Tell you what, you do sit down at that nice garden bench over there and I will see what I can do.’ I gestured, amused at the whole thing.

‘You think you Hollywood celeb huh?’ She looked amused, and wiping off a bit of perspiration off her forehead.

‘If I can get how?’ I taunted.

‘If you can get, I stay with you…you mad cowboy’ Tracy said, turning her back to me and walking to the shaded bench nearby, outside the villa we just previewed.

In 10 minutes, I returned with a magnetic room key.

‘What do you know,’ I grinned broadly now. ‘They gave us the one we just sneaked at. Good, they finished housekeeping. Let’s go in’

You should see the goddess’s face…she was first confused, then amazed, then started to hide a grin (with no success) and walked towards me to pinch me on the arm.

‘Idiot,’ she said, pretending to look angry but unable to hide her smile. ‘You had a booking right?’

‘A promise is a promise,’ I replied, opening the villa door and bowing to welcome her in.

‘Pity,’ I said as she entered. ‘Looks like you’re gonna be in the same clothes for a whole day. Let me fetch my haversack from the car.’

Sister-in-law (Part 36)

By Reeemer

This was in May this year.

Through some business dealings, I was given a free stay at a certain new 5 star resort on Sentosa. (I think it is a no brainer to guess which it is, but I just dun wanna mention its name, for fear of trouble as this encounter is really a little bit spicy).

Icy of the cake is that the free stay was in an individual villa with private pool.

So, like what all bros will do, I started to go about planning for a girl/partner/sex buddy/whatever-u-wanna-call-it to make this potentially debauched getaway with me.

I remember I recently met Nicki for drinks. Nicki is a friend of me and my brother (Tracy’s hubby, for those who need to recap, heehee)….more like old neighbours actually. We kind of grew up in the same row of old terrace houses in old Tanglin Road.

Nicki is the same age as Tracy, and they know each other well through my brother.

Despite being quite young, Nicki is unfortunately a divorcee, leaving her ex husband due to some complicated matters regarding third parties (both party guilty…yes, you heard me, she had affairs too).

I bumped into her near my office, where she worked as a finance analyst in a nearby building. We arranged lunch and subsequently went for drinks.

Nicky is what you would call…….. tasty, for lack of a better word.

She is not drop dead gorgeous, but still certainly enough a head turner.

Long, black hair, small but glittery eyes, about 1.75m (quite tall), slim waist, arse to die for, and decent sized boobs, from what I could gather.

What really attracts me to her is her smile, with 2 deep set dimples, full lips, and celebrity standard perfect teeth.

And how she has changed, from the shy, a bit blur girl I used to know to someone who is chatty with a great sense of humour.

As we are considered quite close family friends, our conversations had stay squeaky clean.

However, after our last drink session, I was beginning to see the light…. hee hee (maybe the whole bottle of whiskey, plus the sight of her cleavage and her G-string VPL through white cotton skirt helped a lot la).

She was a great drinker, and one of the few rare girls who could enjoy a cigar with me (the sight of that Cuban wrapped by her lips…..darn!!!!).

Thus, I decided she was ripe for the taking and thought that the resort getaway provided the perfect setting.

After leaving a message, she called back and readily agreed.

‘Private pool? wow….i will bring my swim suit’ she replied.

hmm…excellent, no questions raised about spending night with me at the place. Or did she presume I would take the sofa? hmm……….

‘Great, I will pick you up from your place at 9 am Sat morning then. Check in is for after 11 am….. and I hope your swim suit is the more than 1 piece type….haha’ I got started.

‘You, I tell your mother, you die!!!!’ she chuckled, before bidding farewell to answer the other line on her office phone.

Sister-in-law (Part 35)

By Reeemer

We started to calm down a little and ordered another round of drinks.

Tracy excused herself to the washroom and I continued with a little idle chitchat with Belle. Wanting to up the ante as much and as quickly as possible, I ordered a few shots of tequila and cajoled her into downing them with me.

She obviously was getting really high, her eyes in a daze and her face flushed almost red now. I was now starting blatantly at her cleavage and she seemed totally oblivious to this act.

Tracy came back after quite a few minutes and planted herself next to me, really close this time, with the side of her right leg pressing closely against my left.

‘So, still flirting with the slut, I see,’ she panted, drawing a long pull of her cocktail through her straw.

‘Come on, ‘ I said. ‘Be nice.’

‘She is a slut,’ she smiled. ‘Tell her tell her….’

Before I replied, Belle, who obviously heard it, said something in retaliation and wanted me to relay the message again.

This went to and fro many more times, with me feeling somewhere between annoyance and silliness. I tried to play along sometimes, but just ignored them mostly, as they obviously were able to hear each other, since they were almost squealing, both totally intoxicated and without a care to everything around them.

Sigh…just imagine, 2 lawyers, educated in the best schools overseas, behaving like stupid schoolgirls.

My lil bro was starting to get impatient, and I was now anxious and totally helpless….look…Mr Hunter has been successful many a times, but Mr Hunter has never tried to handle 2 stupid quarreling schoolgirls at the same time…die lah….dunno what to do….

I lit another cig, laid back and sighed……..

The 2 chicks were now talking with each other again, varying from soft whispers to loud taunts and uncontrollable giggles.

I tried to ignore them but bits of what they said did get to me.

They were now, like school girls, trying to compare everything about each other, who had better taste, who had better make-up, who was better in this and that….blah blah blah…

Soon enough, the topics became more taboo and I began to be more interested. They were now arguing over who was the better kisser, because who had better lips, whose tongue was more nimble..etc etc…

Dumb right? Sigh…the wonders of alcohol……..

I stopped them, putting one hand on each of their knees and said. ’Why dun we put this to the test?’

The chicks looked at me, and without thinking twice, said yes, of course, no problems, that will show the other party who the real kisser was……..blah blah…

Hehe…yes, give me credit for turning the situation into my favour.

Before I proposed how each of them should take turns to kiss me, the judge, Tracy leaned towards Belle, grabbed her at the back of her neck, and planted her lips on hers!! This had the effect of me having the 2 chicks do mouth to mouth just in front of my face!!!

Belle struggled a little at first but soon got into the moment with Tracy.

Somehow, I suspected they were not doing it for the first time.

The 2 chicks were really getting into it, with tongue action involved. I was not sure whether I should feel ‘yaya’ or embarrassed, as almost everyone around us were now starring with eyes opened. Some stupid guys in another table even clapped and cheered a little.

This went on for a while, enough for majority of the audience to soon lose interest.

I could now hear soft moans escaping through the locked lips, and the sides of the mouths were glistening a little with saliva.

Remember, at this point, that each of them were still at each of my side, but leaned forward and sideways for the kiss. This had the effect of them lifting the back half of their bums off the couch in order to reach the other.

Hehe…

Without thinking twice, I slipped each of my hand under the 2 heavenly butts and started to caress, taking comfort that in this position, nobody else would know what I was doing.

Man…almost died there.

First Tracy’s butt. Warm, firm…just the shape I remembered. My expert left hand quickly seek out her pantyline, and satisfied myself in knowing that yes, she was in her customary G-Strings.

Belle, large, softer, curvy and in no way of an inferior shape. Could not really make out her pantyline as she was wearing pretty thick denim skirt. I tried to move further inwards to reach the bottom hem of her skirt and see if I can probe any further up her bare legs and do my part for the ‘discovery channel’. However, she reached down with her free hand and brushed my hand off.

At the same time, felt Tracy’s hand on my other hand. However, instead of brushing me off, she grabbed me on my wrist, and guided my hand to the valley in between her pant legs from the back. Why in the world must she be wearing pants that day!!!!

Man, she was warm, almost hot there.

Before anything else happened, an approaching waiter caused the chicks to break up their kiss and leaned back onto the couch, just in time for me to pull my hands off.

All these happened in a span of about 3 minutes, but man….I had never been filled with so much lust before………

After that ‘lesbo cum butt-feel incident’……..we settled down again, and resumed drinking briefly.

Could feel that the excitment was getting to me, the alcohol swimming in my head and perspiration forming on my cheek.

The 2 gals were now quite quiet, each still quite flushed in the face, with Tracy still starring at me straight in the eye, as if challenging me to see who gets to make the next daring move.

After a couple of minutes, Tracy leaned coyly to my ear and whispered, ‘Time to go, cowboy.’

What? I was thinking, that’s all? darn………

Belle was still acting as if she was floating in air, her eyes dreamy and far-away, face flushed almost crimson and swaying a little from side to side.

Before I could respond, Tracy stood up, pushed something into my hand, and said,’ Let me get this.’

With that, she leaned over, grabbed Belle by her hand, and walked out of the bar, holding Belle tightly by her side. Man…..Belle was gone. She was staggering as she walked and Tracy had to even carry her handbag for her.

Looking on sheepishly, with the same stupid table of guys sniggering at me that my luck and ‘party’ was over, I slumped back into couch to finish my cig.

Looking into my hand, I noticed Tracy had stuffed a bunch of folded ten dollar bills in it.

Opening it up to count (hehe, who dun like to count money, right?), I noticed something stuffed in the middle of the stack.

Taking a closer look, I discovered that it was a hotel room card of the Marriot Hotel, with one magnetic key in it. Rm No. xxx was handwritten on the card.

Damn….I almost stopped breathing with the shock and excitement of the moment. So that was why Tracy disappeared for so long when she made her supposed trip to the washroom……..

Downing the last of my drinks, I settled the bill quickly, and started to walk out briskly.

I took special care to walk past the table of idiots, who were giggling and decided it would be fun to see me walk out all alone and disappointed.

Acting nonchalant, I gripped the hotel key with two fingers, flashed it at the table, and asked,’ Guys, the lift lobby for rooms upstairs is over there right?’

The guys stared at me in silence for a moment until one of the smart ass answered, ‘Wow, even got a room, using it alone? waste money lah…’ And the whole table starting roaring in laughter.

And like in all good TV serials……..

Before I could think of a good response, Tracy appeared at the bar entrance by herself at that moment in full view for all of us. Looking at me, she beckoned by curling her index finger, flashing me her gorgeous smile.

Turning back to the guys, I replied,’ hmm….darn…another busy night.’

With that, I walked off without looking back, with Tracy hooking her arm around mine as we rode into the sunset togather………..

Sister-in-law (Part 34)

By Reeemer

I tried to act nonchalant and normal, with the 2 giggly babes on my sides.

I have to say I was distracted by Belle a lot. She was wearing casual white blouse with a frilly collar and was quite lowly cut. Those boobs of hers creating the deep cleavage were just crying to be squeezed…

I starting to sip my drink and kept quiet, deciding to see what was going to happen.

The 2 girls were indeed quite high. Belle’s cheeks were blushed a cute shade of pink and Tracy was just grinning all the time, with a dreamy look in her eyes.

Though quieter than Bar None, the place was quite abuzz with activities and we had to raise our voices a little above normal decibels to be heard.

The 2 silly girls continued to ignore me and did not speak directly to me. Though on each of my sides, they leaned forward from the couch and continued their conversations literally in front of me. geesh…….

I did not really bother with what they were saying, though i did hear them playfully call each other ‘sluts’, and ‘bitch’……xiao cha bors….

They got tired after a while and leaned back to drink some more of those silly cocktails. I turned to look at Tracy. She looked into my eyes, winked and flushed me her trade mark dimpled smile. Turning to the other side, Belle quickly looked down at her drink, trying to avoid me catching her starring at Tracy flirting with me.

I chuckled to myself, shook my head in disbelief and lit another to fag.

Tracy at this moment leaned towards me and whispered into my ears.

‘I am tired of shouting. Tell Belle I think her jeans make her look fat.’ With that, she giggled and pecked me on my cheek.

WHAT THE!!!!!!!

I looked at her in disbelief and was going to retaliate when Belle this time leaned into me. Wasn’t sure whether it was deliberate, but this had the effect of nestling my upper arm quite a bit into her deep valley. The soft material of her blouse and thin (non-wired type) bra did nothing to hide the mass and softness of her awesome twin mounds.

‘What did she say?’ she sighed into my ears.

I coyly placed one hand on my laps to try to adjust my trouser tentage while stammering…’I do not know what you school girls are up to…….and I feel silly……and…’

‘What did she say,’ she whispered again. This time I could feel her hot breath in my ear.

‘Er…that your jeans make you look fat…’I smiled sheepishyly, noticing some ang mohs looking at me enviously.

‘That bitch,’ Belle uttered, but could not control her own giggles. ‘Tell her that I think she is just jealous with my full titties.’

‘Hey hey…’ I could not help laughing. ‘There is no way I am using that word. We guys call them boobs, or tits…..’

With that, Belle and I broke into laughter. Tracy looked at us slightly annoyed, pinched me on my arm and said,’ what the hell did she say?’

I turned to her, noticing that Belle had continued to cling onto my arm and nestled it deeper into her chest.

‘Er….well…that you are jealous of her boobs,’ I tried to put on a straight face. ‘You know?’ I uttered before Tracy could retaliate. ‘She is indeed kinda…er…..better endowed than you….’

Belle squealed out in drunken delight, glad that I sided with her, and planted a kiss on my cheek as well.

I swear, the waiter collecting our glasses at that moment looked like he wanted to punch me in the face, seeing me being sandwiched in such close proximity by 2 babes who are gorgeous in their respective own rights…

Tracy got really annoyed and pinched me repeatedly in my left arm.

Maybe it was the alcohol, but I decided it was time to quit acting ‘bochap’ and start to get fresh with the ‘flesh’ around me….hehe.

I lifted both arms and put one around each of their shoulders. Belle continued to giggle at my teasing of Tracy while Tracy tried to hide her grin, one side of her mouth curled up and showing her gorgeous dimple and pretended to stare at me in anger.

Instead of resting my hands on their shoulders, I swiftly moved further down until both my forearms were pressing against each of their backs. I straightened my arms further to my 2 sides, curled both my wrists inwards and succeeded in grabbing Tracy’s left tit and Belle’s right tit at the same time. Sigh…..

The 2 chicks squealed simultaneously, inviting all the people around us to stare again. I quickly withdrew my arms, and almost doubled over in laughter.

‘Yipe,’ I said, still chuckling. ‘Belle is at least 1 cup bigger.’

‘Idiot,’ Belle hit me on my arm, smiling but her face flushed in a deeper shade this time, looking a little uneasy. I turned to look at Tracy and for a moment, I thought she was quite expressionless….until …yes my bros…until I could detect that naughty glimmer in her eyes, as her mouth slowly broke into a smile, her eyes staring deeply into mine, saying wordlessly to me,’You sure you game for what might possibly happen tonight?’

Man….I was still enjoying the moment up till that point, remembering how big and soft Belle’s boob felt in my hand, while Tracy’s felt firmer. Hmm….were her nipples actually also harder when I copped that feel?

So, at that moment, all the ‘breasty’ feelings in me were totally dispelled by the look on Tracy’s face.

Yes my bros, the sign was loud and clear. She was challenging me, and I am not one to back down when another throws the gauntlet.

Say with me………….HUNTER MODE ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sister-in-law (Part 33)

This happened on a Friday night a couple of weeks ago.

I was at Bar None with a bunch of old friends, many of whom were from the same college as me. As it turned out, Tracy was in the group as well. Many of the people there were common friends of ours (and my brother’s of course).

Drinks started to flow at a steady rate upon our arrival at around 9.30. We alternated the dancefloor and our table which was laden fully with bottles of vodka and tequila.

Allow me the mandatory task of describing the goddess again.

Tracy was in her casual work outfit, being a Friday. She was in a black polo-tee and causal beige pants cut off at the shin. Her matching light brown sandals had thick soles which made her already long legs look even more slender. Her hair was tied up in a pony-tail, accentuating her gorgeous long neck decorated with a cute short necklace of rustic beads.

Tracy’s best friend was in the group. Belle was the same age as Tracy and a fellow lawyer. A babe in her own rights, she was however a totally different creature from Tracy, lookwise.

Belle had short hair, cropped in a very trendy and sporty style. She was tall, at almost 1.7m and the best phrase to describe her would be ‘super-curvey’.

While she sported a slender waist, her curvey broad hips and those oh-my-god-at-least-d-cup breasts would make the wimps in all of us call out ‘MAMA!’.

Belle and Tracy was stuck together like Siamese twins the whole night, and I did not get much chances to get close.

The 2 babes were stuffing themselves silly with shots after shots of vodka and were giggly like silly school girls each time a buaya tried to approach them. Almost felt like they were keeping score on who had more.

What made my heart beat was that many times when they whispered into each other’s ear, telling silly girlie what-ever, Tracy would looked at me from the corner of her eyes. In fact, I caught Belle doing that a few times too….hmm….what was it I wondered……

One thing was for sure, however. While Belle looked at me in a very shy manner, Tracy took liberty to really stare and smile at me…….the CFM tone quite unmistakeable…….

Where was this night heading?…I started to wonder, trying to distract myself with the drinks and talking with my buddies on the chicks who were overflowing the dancefloor.

Had been some time since I got up-close-and personal…is the hunter back-on-the mode?

It was just passed 11 or so when the 2 lawyer babes left the disco.

I did not notice their absence until a while more and decided to seek them out.

Leaving the radius of the loud disco music blast, I stood near the car valet place just outside the hotel and called Tracy. After 3 continuous attempts, knowing that she would probably not be able to hear the phone through the music or in her drunken state, she finally picked up the phone.

The babes were at Living Room, just further into the hotel lobby (for bros who dun cheong Marriot joints). They had some friends who were there early but had to leave. The 2 chicks grabbed the chance to take over the comfy couches from the friends to chill there, away from the loud and crowded Bar None.

I walked coolly into the pub and saw the 2 babes slouching at the corner table. They had tall glasses of colourful dunno-what cocktails in front of them, and as expected, were still sticking into one another, deep in conversation…and giggles.

I planted myself down next to them and lit a cig.

The 2 girls stopped talking, turned and looked at me together, and then bust out laughing together….geesh…what was wrong with them?

I ignored them and ordered a drink, preferring to just stare at some SPGs with Ang Mohs at the bar counter.

When my drinks arrived, the 2 girls suddenly stood up, picked up their drinks, and walked over to me. With a giggle…again….each of them sat on each of my side, Tracy on the left and Belle on the right…

Hmm…what..the..??