sister in-law and Niece visit part IV

sister in-law and Niece visit part IVShelley sat sideways on my recliner, her left leg dangling. Her camel-toe had returned but, mercifully, she was silent. This woman, sister of my late-wife, essentially spread-eagled on my la-z-boy in white yoga pants (with a visible black thong) and tight red University sweatshirt, simply annoyed the fuck out of me when she spoke! Bossy, Know-it-All, mean bitch. The kind of person that lets someone else speak for two reasons: she’s either catching her breath or waiting for the speaker to remind her of something else she wants to say. Then, she promptly interrupts the speaker for more of her self-coddling, far more important (in her mind) foaming at the mouth.I don’t know. Sometimes I think I hate her. DanyAnne shared many of her mom’s traits, but on such a smaller, less-pompous scale. You could tell that she wanted to be in charge, but her mom was a bull in a china shop. DanyAnne knew who her boss was, but I was willing to bet that she was a bad-ass when hanging out with just her friends. Her very nice little boobies now sported fully-erect nipples. She stood in front of my large stone fireplace, the snow on her flip-flops just beginning to melt off her ankles. From my view in the kitchen I thought she had a nicer body than her mother. She was smaller, and for sure her breasts had much more room for growth, but in form: it was nice!Her narrow ankles led up smooth, strong legs to the hem of her black corduroy shorts. Short shorts. The hem was an inch higher than where her cheeks began, and those creamy cheeks led to a firm semi-bubble butt that I wanted to slap, poke, prod, and play with. I wanted to bite it, nibble it, slap it again, and lick it. Her shorts were just loose enough for me to have witnessed, and then confirmed, the presence of pink cotton panties! Just looking at her body, as I mixed up two hot Irish mochas, brought comparisons to her mom: both of them had bodies that allowed me to put up with them as people, Shelley’s almost overbearing annoyingness, and DanyAnne, a young teenager and therefore also a know-it-and-done-it-all.DanyAnne took the mug I offered as I passed close in front of her. She smiled a bright, blue-eyed thanks that was tripled when she took a sip and tasted alcohol. Shelley was starting to sit up straight, her eyes were clearing up and I handed her the other mug.”So what do we want to do?” I asked, in my outside voice just to match these two ladies’ conversational levels. I retrieved my tumbler from the window sill where I had left it.”We’ll get suited up” Shelley said, ” we should have a couple of hours of daylight left.” I opened the front türbanlı maraş escort door and leaned out, smoking a cigarette. Shelley stood up and finished her mocha. DanyAnne had finished hers moments before, and looked ready for action, too. What I wanted to to was pull some shorts down and stuff my face in a pussy, but thought playing in the snow might be fun too. I knew from the few drags I took on that cigarette, that it was getting colder, and the snow wasn’t letting up! I slipped my coveralls on and threw on my boots. The ladies got dressed as well, I could tell they weren’t overequipped. They were not wearing thousands of dollars worth of gear, just light -weight snow-pants, boots and jackets. No overbearing (that woman brings this word out of me a lot) colors or ridiculous patterns. *******My Quad towed them both easily, and they were good enough riders, and my trails wide enough, that they had plenty of room on each of their halves of the trail. They never collided, there were no injuries (believe me, I would have used an injury as an excuse to get my thrills too…) but, more importantly, I didn’t drive myself into any trees. I was at a perfect, sustained balance between not give-a-fuck fun, and knuckles-aren’t-white control. We had a blast, by the time we got back to the cabin, an hour or so later, as the daylight faded through the still thick layers of falling snow, the three of us were sprawled on my front porch, giggling and grinning.”Come On Ladies” I offered them hands up and escorted them back into the warm, inviting embrace of my cabin. Dylan, believe it or not, was still playing. Opening the door greeted us with the warm, dryness of the fire and a hint of herb in the background. Reminded me that I wanted to rip a bowl. They both probably did too.I watched intently as they took off their snow gear. DanyAnne’s thin white t=shirt was transparent, it was soaked completely through! I saw her young tits as though she wasn’t wearing a shirt at all for a moment before she pulled it off her chest. Shelley’s yoga pants had a little ass crack sweat, but that was it. Still, they were really not bad to look at. What an ASS. MMMM.I pulled my 3foot bong, previously loaded, out from its hiding spot and put it on the coffee table. Shelley’s back was to me, but DanyAnne’s eyes lit up! I was insulted, she didn’t even register seeing my cock, but looked like she was about to lick her lips when she saw the bong. Shelley pulled off her sweatshirt, turned and faced us. She was flustered, cheeks flushed, hair askew, and now, quite heavily, the object of my desire. türbanlı maraş escort bayan She had on nothing but a black sports bra and her yoga tights. Then she saw the bong as well.She wanted to hit that bong, but the glance she took towards DanyAnne informed me that she had never smoked in front of her daughter. DanyAnne broke her mothers stare by retrieving a lighter out of her shorts pocket, grabbing the bong, and taking a HUGE hit. I was flabblergasted. I’m one and done when I hit that thing but she filled it up and cleared it like a pro, twice, before giving up a small, deferential, cough, and passing it to her mother.”Never Fucking tell your dad about this!” Shelley warned. I knew her husband hated me because I smoked reefer. He thought somehow it was evil and thus, so was I. If he ever found out that I blew a load on his passed out mother’s face, hours after Shelley’s birthday party had concluded several years ago, he might have gotten a little bit upset.DanyAnne, for her part, simply rolled her eyes. Duh, like she didn’t have a thousand things that she kept from the both of them. I realized, the cheap vodka was my first clue but it added up after the bong hit, that she was probably going to be hard to drink under the bus.Shelley’s hit, like Shelley, was loud and obnoxious, drew all of the attention in the room, and generally annoyed me. She went into another bout of hacking and wasted a whole lot of bong hit at the same time. I grabbed the piece before her convulsing could topple it to the ground.I looked DanyAnne dead in the beautiful blue eyes for the first five or six seconds that I was inhaling smoke, and let my eyes unabashedly leer at her perky little tits for the last half of the hit before returning to her eyes as I carbed the bong.I turned to look at Shelley, hacking her lungs out right next to me on the couch, and blew all of my smoke in her face. So funny, her lungs, just starting to find clear air, were suddenly assailed with smoke again. I hoped she didn’t crack a rib from coughing too hard, and began patting her right between the shoulder blades.I passed around more drinks, took a piss. When I came out the music had been changed, DanyAnne had plugged into my PC and was playing her lists. Definitely more upbeat than my tunes. The two of them were up, side by side in front of my fireplace popping, twerking, jerking. It looked like they were both getting fucked by an invisible octopus but I realized it was probably some new dance fad. That scene was hot: mom and daughter shaking and bouncing, asses out, swinging pendulums of warm türbanlı escort maraş fuckability. Did they know what they were doing to me? Was this some sort of game? I knew exactly how many laws were being broken, and how many I planned to break. And Sins? As the song dwindled down, and the two of them smiled and laughed and hugged, I decided that when I got the opportunity I would show Shelley my stash. I had to at least fuck her? Right?I pulled her aside and said I wanted to tell her something. DanyAnne wasn’t buying it.”More like show her something” the little teen tease said, giggling. “What? No! Its something thats private and none of your business” I told her, sternly and all grown-up. Shelley laughed and told me to lead the way.We went into my bedroom, she appeared a bit nervous. The sign was obviously “I’m having fun, getting fucked up, don’t ruin it”, but I had no intention, yet, of applying any sort of moves on her, nor doing anything to imply that I was perving in any way. Instead, I opened up my cabinet, pulled a silver tray out, set it on the corner of my bed, and pulled the lid off.”Oh Fuck!” so unexpected was that pile of Columbian Snow that her reaction was completely natural. And it was Desire. I knew that she used to love this shit but hadn’t done it for years. I arranged a small portion for her, which she immediately snorted with experience. I arranged a bit more and she whiffed that up the other nostril. I set a bit up for myself and did it, then replaced the tray in my cabinet.”Thank You” she gave me a great hug, kiss on the cheek, and pat on the ass, and we went back out to the front room, Shelley clearing her nostrils with no shame, as though her daughter wouldn’t know what she was doing.Shelley grabbed her drink, rum and coke, one of my cigarettes, and headed off to the kitchen. “Pete, you’re the best, hang out and relax and I’ll make dinner.”Damn. d**gs make me horny but guilty too. Was I all wrong? Shouldn’t I use this opportunity to reestablish a healthy relationship with my late-wife’s family? Nice lady and her pretty, innocent, daughter? Nahh.”Sounds Great, thanks Shelley” I flopped on the couch with DanyAnne.”I want to try it” she leaned towards me and whispered. I could see her mom, over the back of the couch, wiggling around in the kitchen, shaking that fat fuckable ass to the beat of DanyAnne’s music. I turned back to DanyAnne, and got my first glimpse of her bare nipple as she leaned.”Try what” I leaned closer to her, and her exposed nipple. “Why can’t you just be glad I let you drink and smoke weed?” I was really just teasing her, but kept on.”I’ve Heard its really fun” she said. I smiled at her, fully aware that both of her nipples were now visible under the loose collar of her shirt as she remained leaning. “It’s up to your mom” I said. She leaned back, then stood up and went into the kitchen. I was still spinning and could tell I was going to need to eat soon. I had to assume the same would be true for the two of them.