Banging my Sister-in-law-Frank and Eva

The first time my sister-in-law Eva flirted with me was when she was helping me straighten up a recently vacated apartment in a building my elderly mother owned. Eva had trudged down the street bundled up in winter clothes on a bitterly cold day in our Midwestern city to help me out, knowing I wanted to get the flat rented by February 1st.

My older brother Jim had been out of town since after the holidays, working on the West coast after he had been laid off before the holidays, leaving Eva with the kids, 18 mos., 3 and 7, who were in school and day care. Jim, a big guy who trusted Eva, never felt uncomfortable traveling for work, even as he described their active and adventurous sex life to me.

I, a recently-divorced bisexual man, wasn’t surprised when Jim asked me to “keep an eye on things,” knowing I would never try anything, because as he said, you suck too much dick to keep a woman happy. I was deeply closeted, so I didn’t know if he was teasing me or bringing up an incident in the long ago past that I may write about sometime in the future…Little did anyone know what would start that day.

As Eva came in, she stamped the snow off her boots heavily by the lobby door. I yelled down the hall for her to come upstairs. She came in a moment later breathless, her arms full with a large purse and a bag of cleaning supplies. She dropped everything on the floor and said, “FUCK, its cold out there Francis!” Eva, a regular churchgoer and my mother were the only women who called me by my birth name.

Let me describe my sister-in-law to you, she is not unattractive, but she is no classic beauty. And boy, does she have a mouth! It can tell you off with a string of cuss words in a heartbeat and then suck the cocks of 3 men in a swingers group dry in 10 minutes (according to my brother), something I may also write about in the future…But she is kind and always willing to help.

Eva is short, about 4’10” and “sturdy,” in her mid-30s and of Polish-American descent. Her eyes are wide-set and her brunette hair is thick and curly. She has good hips and the good wide ass of a mother of three. Her legs are short and thick, but smooth and seem to belong to a teenager. She takes care of herself. She’s a working-class woman with attitude. She laughs easily with people she knows.

As I helped her with her coat and sweaters, I noticed she had no bra under her t-shirt, which was wet with leaking breast milk from her engorged breasts. I didn’t realize she was still nursing Julia, her 18 month old. My face was flush as she pulled the breast pump out of the big purse.“I have to empty these babies—wanna watch?” She teased, seeing how embarrassed I was. I shook my head no.

As we worked on the apartment, she was a ball of energy as she washed the floor on her hands and knees, her big ass prominent and her round tits bouncing as I could see them through the side of her t-shirt. Occasionally, as I reached for something and my shirt rose, she would make a playful, “mmm,” sound.

When we were done we shared lunch and talked about the kids and Jim and what I was doing on the dating scene, trying to coax some info out of her quiet brother-in-law. She said, “You know your brother thinks you’re gay? I laughed, “He didn’t think that when we were kids and he beat my skinny ass because he thought I was messing with one of his girlfriends!”

“Your brother is a funny guy.