What My Father-in-Law Orchestrated Between My Sister-in-Law and Me

I'm Carolina, I'm forty-seven years old, and if anyone read the first part of what happened to me, they'll know that my father-in-law, Anselmo, a man in his sixties but as sturdy as an oak, father of eleven children —my husband among them— and owner of several companies, decided one day to crush the mutiny his children had planned against him. The reason was that he was leaving my mother-in-law for a much younger woman, a certain Eloísa. Anselmo did not forgive betrayal. He offered each daughter-in-law the same route. Either we became his whores, or our husbands lost their jobs in his businesses.

I was the first. I accepted.

After my initiation with him and Eloísa, Anselmo lent me to an important client, Damián, who was so satisfied that my father-in-law summoned me to the chalet the next day. He greeted me with a long kiss on the mouth and told me I was on the right track. I expected him to take me to the guest room, where the first time he had done everything to me, but that afternoon he had other plans.

—Today it's your turn to watch —he said.

He made me go up to the bedroom on the second floor. Eloísa was waiting for me naked on the bed, with a mischievous smile. We gave each other a soft kiss on the lips and she asked me to take my clothes off.

—Relax —she whispered—. Today we're not going to touch you. We need you to get hot for your turn. In the meantime, watch TV.

The bedroom television was connected to a hidden camera in the living room. You could see, in perfect quality, the sofa where my father-in-law received his female guests. Something was going to happen, and we were the audience.

After a while the doorbell rang. Anselmo went down to open it and came back talking to someone. When they sat down on the sofa, I recognized the other woman. It was Verónica, the third son's wife, a friendly blonde ten years younger than me. She was wearing a blue dress with white polka dots and had done her makeup carefully. It was clear they'd called her over thinking it would be a formal visit.

—Your husband and the others rebelled against me —Anselmo told her, resting a hand on her knee—. You have two choices. Either you become my whore and they keep working, or they go and make their own way outside my businesses.

I expected Verónica to be offended, to get up, to yell at him. But the little bitch smiled. A slow, sweet smile, almost one of relief.

—Dear father-in-law, I've always liked you —she said, stroking his thigh—. I'll fuck you with pleasure.

Eloísa, beside me on the bed, let out a short laugh.

I couldn't believe it.

Anselmo asked her to stand up. Verónica obeyed. She put her arms around his neck and they kissed standing up, ravenous, while he hiked her dress up from behind until her ass was exposed. She was wearing a tiny white thong.

—What a gorgeous ass you've got, bitch —he told her.

—All for you, daddy-in-law —she replied, without stopping kissing him.

He turned her against his body, slid his hand in front of her and felt her over the fabric. Then he moved it aside and sank a finger between her legs. Verónica moaned. For an instant she made a movement as if to pull away, and I thought again that maybe she'd regret it, but what she did was start swiveling like a stripper, slowly unfastening her dress. It fell to the floor. Then the bra. Then the thong. She had a completely shaved pussy and small, firm breasts.

She went over to Anselmo and, looking him in the eyes, yanked down his pants and boxers.

—Sit on the sofa, daddy-in-law. Let your daughter-in-law make you happy.

She knelt in front of him, took off his shoes, his socks, finished stripping him. When my father-in-law's cock was out, already rock hard, Verónica opened her eyes wide.

—Damn, daddy-in-law, what a member you've got. Much bigger than your son's.

She took it in her mouth skillfully, without hesitation. She knew what she was doing. I didn't know whether the lucky one was her husband or someone else, but seeing that woman suck a cock as if she'd spent years training was an almost hypnotic sight. Eloísa, sitting beside me, grabbed my wrist and took my fingers to her sex.

—Finger me —she ordered in a low voice—. But don't take your eyes off the screen.

I obeyed her. My fingers moved in circles over her clit while my eyes stayed glued to the television. Anselmo enjoyed the blowjob for a long while, until he gently pulled her away.

—My cock wants to go into your cunt —he told Verónica.

—Your wishes are commands, father-in-law.

Without letting go of his cock, she stood up, swung her legs over him and sat astride him. She slid him inside with one movement and started riding him slowly. He took her breasts in both hands.

—I love them, bitch.

—They're yours, baby. Do whatever you want with them.

Then he took her by the back, pulling her against him, and started sucking one nipple. Verónica moaned and between moans told him:

—You handle them much better than that bastard of a son of yours.

—Turn around —he ordered after a while.

She did, without losing the rhythm, and they went on like that, her seated with her back to him, him holding her by the hips, until he warned:

—I'm coming.

Verónica tried to pull out. Anselmo stopped her, holding her by the belly.

—If you get pregnant, the child will still carry my blood.

And he came inside her. When he finished, he let her get up. Verónica settled against his side on the sofa and stroked his cock while whispering how wonderful he was. Within minutes, my father-in-law had him hard as a rod again.

—Now I want to fuck you in the ass —he told her.

—My whole body is yours, father-in-law. My ass too.

They stood up. He rubbed against her a little longer and then asked her to lean over the back of the sofa, on all fours. He drove his cock into her ass with a slow thrust. Verónica started moaning as if she were being possessed by something bigger than herself, begging him for more, harder, deeper. Anselmo obeyed. He did all sorts of filthy things to her while he fucked her. When he came, Verónica's cheeks were shining with semen.

—Rest a bit —he said, catching his breath—. I've got a surprise for you.

Verónica stayed lying face down on the cushions, breathing deeply. Anselmo went up the stairs and entered the bedroom. He looked at me and gestured toward me.

—Your turn, little bitch. Go down and give Verónica something she doesn't expect. I want a good show.

I was soaked from everything I'd seen. I'd spent half an hour fingering Eloísa with one hand and myself with the other. I left the bedroom without saying a word and went down the stairs barefoot.

***

Verónica was still on the sofa, now on her back, eyes half closed, body slack. She didn't hear me until I was almost on top of her. When she opened her eyes and saw me naked beside the sofa, she gave a little start.

—What are you doing here? —she asked, sitting up.

—The same as you —I told her—. I'm the surprise.

It took her a couple of seconds to process the information. Then she let out an incredulous laugh.

—I would never have imagined that you, of all people, could be a whore. But if we have to prove what we are, let's do it properly.

I leaned in and kissed her. Verónica answered with her tongue, unhurried, like a woman who knows what she's doing. I moved my lips down her neck, along her collarbone, until I reached her breasts. I sucked one nipple while stroking the other with my thumb.

—Well, well, the firstborn son's wife —she murmured between sighs—. So proper, so formal. And look how well she sucks a tit.

One of her hands went to my ass and began to roam over it with her palm open. She did it calmly, as if measuring the terrain. Then she gently pushed me down onto the sofa and switched positions with me.

—Little sister-in-law, if you're a bitch, we'll have to make sure you enjoy it.

She lowered her hand to my sex and started feeling me out. Her middle finger slid in without effort, as wet as I was. She moved it slowly, in circles, alternating with her thumb on my clit. The filthy bitch knew what she was doing. Either she masturbated a lot, or she'd practiced before with other women.

—I would never have imagined having the eldest brother's wife with her legs open for me —she said, laughing—. There, little sister-in-law, there.

She made me come sooner than I would have liked. When my thighs were still trembling, she lifted my legs by the knees and lowered my pelvis to the edge of the sofa. Then she knelt between my thighs and buried her tongue in my cunt.

—Do you eat pussy well, Carolina? —she asked me after a while, without lifting her face much.

I nodded.

—Then prove it.

She left me lying back and mounted me the other way around, placing her sex at mouth level. I didn't need instructions. I stuck out my tongue and started tracing it from bottom to top, slowly at first, then deeper and deeper. She tasted different from Eloísa, saltier, stronger. It didn't bother me. I liked it.

—I definitely didn't expect this —Verónica gasped—. It turns out the oldest son's wife, the one who seems so decent, is a bitch and a dyke who knows what she's doing. Keep going, don't stop.

Her words gave me a very clear idea of how the other women in the family saw me. Stiff. Boring. Distant. I would have to change that image, one by one.

While I gave back every lick with the focus of someone trying to win a bet, Verónica began to tremble. She let out a long, hoarse moan, and a hot spurt filled my mouth. She collapsed for a moment on top of me, panting, and then rolled to one side.

—Do you still think I'm a prude? —I asked, catching my breath.

—Of course not —she laughed—. I can see we're both a couple of whores and lesbians. Welcome.

We got up. I'm a little taller. I stood behind her, slipped my arms around her from the front and started massaging her breasts. They weren't very big, neither hers nor mine. Maybe it was something about the men in the family, that preference for thin women. I took one hand down to her sex and stroked her from behind, from a new angle. Verónica let herself fall against my body and started moaning softly. I slid a finger in. Then two. She didn't take long to come again, squeezing my hand between her thighs.

She turned and kissed me deeply, with a wet mouth.

—If we're going to be milk sisters, from our father-in-law's milk —she told me, amused—, let me show you some affection like a younger sister should.

She sat me in a chair in the living room and spread my legs. She knelt in front of me again, this time with a clear purpose: to make me finish as intensely as possible. Her licks were precise, alternating pressure and speed, attacking the clit from angles I would have been unable to find myself. I pressed her head against me. My moans filled the living room. I came with my back arched and my feet off the floor, and she swallowed everything without missing a drop.

—This is tastier than champagne —she said, laughing, wiping her chin with the back of her hand.

Then she made me get down to the floor. She mounted me in sixty-nine, this time in control. While she licked me, I returned the favor. And in the middle of the struggle, with my tongue almost numb, I had one last idea. I slid my hand up to her ass, felt for the entrance with my thumb, and when I felt her relax, I pushed a whole finger inside.

Verónica jumped and let go of her hold.

—Don't tell me you can do it there too —she laughed, glancing back over her shoulder—. We're going to end up being good friends, little sister-in-law.

And she went back to work. I felt her enjoying herself more, her thighs trembling against my ears, her gasps getting shorter. She made me come again before she did, but I didn't let up. I kept licking her calmly, moving my finger inside her ass at a slow rhythm, until I felt her tense up completely and let out a muffled cry into the cushion.

She turned over me. Our sex brushed for an instant. We kissed slowly, our mouths still wet with the taste of the other. And then, from the top of the stairs, we heard my father-in-law's hoarse voice.

—Whores, what a show you gave us. Eloísa and I finished four times watching you.

Verónica looked at me with those bright eyes she had when she was about to burst out laughing.

—Welcome to the family, sister-in-law.