Oops, It’s My Niece… Not My Sister-In-Law

Oops, It’s My Niece… Not My Sister-In-Law

“ALRIGHT,” I said out loud as I drove up in front of Kate’s house and saw her clunker parked in the driveway, “Looks like I’ll get to knock off some pussy before I take a shower.”

Just a little background, here, before I continue… Kate was my brother-in-law’s common law wife. After twenty four years together, she finally ran his sorry ass off to Alabama, where he immediately hooked up with druggies and is now in prison.

My wife contracted breast cancer at the age of twenty three, and died in less than a year after being diagnosed.
Her shithead brother never came to her funeral, but Kate came to help… and she was awesome.

She managed to make room for all the ‘out of town’ relatives, organized the family dinner and helped me with the funeral arrangements. When she offered to stay over and help me get things back in sync, I accepted quicker than a dog can lick his nuts.

What I didn’t expect, was Kate crawling into my bed while the dirt was still settling on Carly’s casket. She knew I had gone without for several months, but she quickly remedied that situation… four times that night and twice the next day.

That was thirteen years ago and we’ve hooked up hundreds of times since then. Since J.R. left five months ago, we’ve (pretty much) been together at my place or hers every time I’m at home. I work as a safety rep for two oil companies; one week on, one week off.

I had just driven 300 miles that day, saw her old car in the drive, and was ready for some tight pussy. Kate had three children, but had c-sections with all of them. Her youngest, Darla, was now 19, but none of them knew about our relationship; they all thought their dad hung the moon. Probably because he spent all the money he made, selling drugs, on them.

I tapped on the door but there was no response. With my own key, I let myself in and locked the door behind me. I was pleased to hear the shower running; she was going to be surprised when she came out of the bathroom…

I pulled back the bed spread and the top sheet. The KY Jelly was in the middle drawer of the nightstand, so I squeezed a liberal amount onto my fingers and slicked up ol’ Fat Boy. He was already stiff, in anticipation, but when the shower quit running, every extra drop of blood in my body rushed into its veins.

I had my dick in my hand and a smile on my face when the door opened.