I was at work and couldn't get Jessi out of my head. Her Sunday shower was all I could think about. Her body, her perfume, the smell of her panties. Jessi was all I could think about.
"Hey, Ben, you busy over there or just fuckin around?" I hollered.
"Nicky, c'mon, I'm doin' my nails, man. What the fuck does it look like I'm doing?" Ben clapped back.
Ben was my best friend and had been since the second grade. We had one of the most epic playground fights Lincoln Elementary has probably seen to this day. I punched him in the cheek, and he caught me in the eye with a great left hand. He got on top of me and spit in my face before giving me a few more to the face. I got him off and gave him a beautiful black eye and a wedgie that is still the stuff of playground legends.
"Let me talk to you for a few minutes." I said, lowering my voice for emphasis, "This is kind of important."
"Who'd you kill, Brother? What's goin' on?" He pressed.
"Nothing like that; I just have a girl problem. The kind where I can't get her out of my head, ya know?" I confided.
"Awe fuck Nicky, you and Melissa splitting up?" he said, his voice descending into sympathy.
"No, I just keep thinking about this girl I know," I said, pouring my guts out.
"Oh hell, in that case, keep your mouth shut, your pants zipped, and get over it before you're paying alimony like I am." Ben laughed as he turned back to the section of pipe he was welding.
"Man, this girl is different. She's Melissa's sister!" I blurted out, shocked at my own words.
"Oh, shit Nicky, did you fuck her? Is she pregnant!" he snapped sharply, wheeling around, suddenly interested in my problem.
"Nothing like that. I kinda saw her naked, and I think she's trying to get my attention more sexually, ya know?" I said, remembering why I never consulted Ben on things that actually matter.
He had been divorced twice and was only a year older than me. His first divorce started at my twenty-first birthday party. Ben has a problem where he is such a loving guy that he often forgets who he's married to and gets a little handsy with anyone with tits. He felt up some girl that was there, and it was going great for him until his wife walked up and punched him, threw her ring at him, and left in his truck full of tools. It's a comical situation we laugh about now. At the time, it killed the mood.
"Nicky, we're like brothers, and I'm gonna tell ya straight." He put his hand flat against my chest and looked at me sternly. "Never say that to another living person; keep your mouth shut and your pants zipped." He warned seriously. He then stopped and stopped and turned back to his work.
"That's the advice only your brother will give ya, Nicky," He said, half muffled from dropping his welding helmet over his face.
"Fuck!" I screamed into my own welding helmet.
With the noise of the site, my outburst went unheard. Ben was right. What the hell was I thinking? I have a good life and job, so why risk it?. Things were going my way, and this could seriously fuck that all up.
Kneeling in the quiet cacophony that makes up a job site, I thought about Jessi. Ben didn't understand, and how could he? He didn't see how she looked at me. He didn't see the things she did or the way she had changed. Was I falling for Jessi?
It was only Wednesday, and I felt like I'd worked eight days straight. I replayed every moment I could remember from the weekend. To think, on Saturday, I was having some pretty top-notch sex with Melissa. Then everything changed between Saturday night and Sunday, and her sister was all my mind could conjure.
Once my workday was finally over, I was so relieved to escape the mental prison I'd created for myself. I drove home, listened to the radio, and tried to relax. As I flipped my cigarette out the window and pulled into the driveway, I saw Jessi's car parked beside my spot.
Easing my truck into the drive, I couldn't help but feel some strange attachment as I parked next to her. I saw the menagerie of crap Jessi kept in her car. Her air freshener that hung from her mirror, the mint green phone charger she left plugged in constantly, even those fuzzy floor mats she loved so much. All these things reminded me of her. I could smell the inside of her car and, by association, her.
"For fuck's sake," I grumbled.
I was a grown man with a fixation on a girl who was not even twenty yet and who just happened to be my wife's younger sister.
This attraction to Jessi was fast becoming far more than sexual. I loved Melissa, and I still do. We told jokes and laughed. We went on dates and had meaningful conversations about things we were passionate about. Honestly, I had difficulty not sharing my excitement about my attraction to her sister. We are that close. I knew that Melissa was likely to take a dim view of her husband spying on her younger sister in the shower and jerking off with her wet panties afterward.
Getting out of the truck, I grabbed my lunch cooler. Instantly, there she was before I could shut my door. Jessi came out the door in a romper that left little to the imagination. She obviously opted out of wearing a bra, and her makeup and hair were sexy as hell. She looked damn good.
"Heya, studly! How was work?" Jessi called out.
"Hey Jess, just another day on Wall Street," I answered, laughing.
I grabbed my cigarettes out of my pocket out of nervous necessity. Lighting one, Jessi took my hand…
"Oh damn, you cut yourself," she said, holding my hand and looking at a cut I'd earned at work that day.
I was paralyzed. Her hand was so soft, and the way she held mine so tenderly that it sent electricity through me.
"Yeah, um, I did that right after lunch, I think," I said, lighting my cigarette.
"I'll be right back. I'm going to grab the first aid spray and help you put on a bandage," Jessi said sweetly. "Don't go anywhere," she said in a playful voice.
I smoked my cigarette and lit another before she came back out. I was almost shaking, anticipating her touching me again. I knew I should just put the bandage on myself. But the thought of her soft fingers on my hand was too much to resist. Jessi reappeared with the can of spray and a roll of bandage gauze. Taking my hand, she sprayed the cut and let the excess drip onto the concrete.
"Damn, Jess!" I exclaimed.
"Oh, big baby, did that sting a little?" She said, mocking my reaction.
"What are you cleaning that with, gasoline?" I laughed.
Jessi continued tending to my hand. I watched as her much smaller hands held my own. It was quite a chore for her to manage my seemingly giant hand as she wrapped the bandage around and around. She carefully taped the gauze and patted my forearm.
"Good as new," she chirped.
"Thanks, hot stuff," I said bashfully, flicking my cigarette toward the street.
Jessi picked up my lunch cooler, and we went inside. On the counter was a note from Melissa letting me know she was picking up a third shift rotation at the hospital this week. The in-laws were out of town at their retreat until the following Sunday, along with Melissa's youngest sister. How the hell was I going to be home alone for four nights with just Jess and me? I stood with both hands flat on the counter over Melissa's note. Ben's words droned in my ears, "Keep your mouth shut and your pants zipped."
Jessi had gone to her room and now reappeared with a fresh bit of perfume. My mind was sucked back to Sunday, laying on her bed with her panties to my face jerking my cock. As my cock started to stir in my jeans, I quickly tried to distract myself.
"You smell great. Do you uh have plans?"
"Nope, how about you?" she replied with what looked like a wink.
Was she testing me? Was there something I was missing in all of this? I'm not an ugly guy, and I've had girls hit on me before. Was she hitting on me?
"Probably just dinner and TV with you then," I replied.
Jessi went to the kitchen and made a frozen pizza for us. We ate together and watched a movie. She was still in that sexy romper. As usual, she sat on the couch and had one leg propped up and the other crossed under, leaving her pussy wide open for me to steal glances continually. That romper did even less to hide her light purple panties than her white shorts had on Sunday. After the movie, Jessi got up, presumably to get her pajamas on and brush her teeth, which she usually did at about ten o'clock. At the same time, Melissa goes to bed.
Tonight, her evening ritual was taking a bit longer. I walked to my room to see what was taking so long. I also hoped to peek in Jessi's room if she'd left me an opening. As I passed her door, I slowed down and peered in. She was topless, looking at herself in the mirror, brushing some powder onto her chest. My cock began to grow. Seeing Jessi topless again made my pulse race. My heart beat in my ears like a bass drum, keeping time. She was innocently beautiful. Her milky breasts were heavily contrasted by her usually tan skin. Something about her tan lines turned me on. I dared not linger as she was moving around the room, and getting caught would be catastrophic.
I changed out of my jeans and work T-shirt into a pair of shorts. I reapplied some deodorant, looked in the mirror, and flipped my hair to the side. I didn't have a ton of hair. I preferred to keep it shaved pretty close on the sides and fade into a thick length on top. Looking at my arms and chest, I noticed my tattoos needed some lotion. Rubbing lotion on my chest and both arms, I kept flexing my arms and chest in the mirror. I had not fussed over my appearance this much in a long time. I sprayed myself with the cologne bottle on my dresser and took one last look in the mirror.
Looking hard at myself, I wanted to figure her out. I decided to leave my shirt off. Going shirtless was usually a no-no. My mother-in-law, while sweet, was a bit of a prude. Besides, if she had issues with the amount of tattoos I had, she may go into fits if she saw my pierced nipples. Though if Jessi wanted to do this, I was up for it! I was about to play chicken with her and see what game she was playing and how far she was ready to go.
My confidence was soaring as I left my room. I could hear the water in the bathroom where Jessi was brushing her teeth. Grabbing a pillow, I headed to my usual corner on the floor, which I had adopted as my spot. Nope, I would be going in hard if we were doing this. Turning around, I sat on the other end of the couch right next to where she had sat. This game was about to get serious because there were two of us willing to play it. She had to have some motives I wasn't fully aware of, or why else would she be applying powder to her breasts before bed?
My sister-in-law pranced out of the bathroom with a spaghetti-strap tank top and purple high-cut panties. She walked through the room, and I couldn't help but follow her. Not just with my eyes, but my head, very obviously tracking her movements. Swallowing hard, I tried to speak but couldn't make a sound. Her perfect ass was almost half popping out the bottom of her panties as she gently jiggled her way into the kitchen, not to mention her tits swaying underneath what barely counted as a shirt.
She returned with two glasses of ice water and handed me one as she plopped down next to me without an issue.
"Are we a comfy pair or what?" She giggled as she took a sip.
"Yeah, I didn't wear a shirt," I stammered.
"I couldn't tell," her cute voice laughed.
I couldn't tell you how long we sat or what else happened, as it was all a blur. One moment I'm on the couch chanting my inner mantra to keep my cock from standing out straight, and the next, I lost the battle. Taking a drink of her water, she spilled half the glass down her shirt. Her thin white shirt was now transparent, and the cold water definitely got the attention of her nipples.
"Shit," she said, trying to wipe the water off her shirt with her hand.
"I'll grab a towel," I said, fumbling with my own glass and wedging it between the cushions.
I came back quickly and put my knee on the couch. As I did, I widened the gap that previously held my water securely and dumped it right onto the couch, where it quickly ran under her ass. She was bouncing and squirming at the icy water over the cushions. Jessi patted herself with a towel while I tried to dry up the water. She clicked the overhead light so we could see, and oh boy, could I see. Her perfect nipples were as hard as tacks and begging for attention. As I bent over, Jessi just laughed.
"Shit," I giggled.
She just smiled and kept patting herself with the other towel. Why didn't she change? Surely, she knew that her shirt was utterly see-through at this point?
As my mind raced, my eyes stayed fixed on her wet panties, ass cheeks, and her wet shirt. Looking at me, she paused and dropped the towel to the floor. I quickly reached for it, knowing how clumsy she was on her best day. It was like she was one step ahead of me as she squatted down, spread her legs, and bent down so her perfect breasts were right in front of my face. I don't know what was more captivating to me, her magnificent chest or her purple panties. Her panties had somehow managed, only to be covering the bare minimum at this point. Her chubby, bald pussy was very easily visible as she looked directly at me.
Her eyes met mine, and I was caught. She didn't move and placed her hands on her knees, remaining in that pose. She looked dead into my eyes and spread her legs slightly wider as she cocked her head slightly to the side.
