Christmas with the family. My sister-in-law. [Part 1]

It was on December 23rd when my life changed completely. With a lot of effort, I opened a small workshop years ago where I work doing mechanical repairs. Although I can rarely afford to close, I had decided to take a well-deserved week of vacation to enjoy and relax with my partner, Camila, and her family. We were getting ready to have dinner on Christmas Eve and spend Christmas together.

Camila and I had been living together for three years. When I met her I fell in love with her bright black eyes, her self-confidence, her mischievous smile. She was then 35 years old and very well maintained. Slender and athletic, she caught the attention of men with her delicate curves, long black hair and, above all, her large bust.

As I always have a lot of work and I don't like to leave tasks pending, that evening I spent finishing some reports to file the end-of-year taxes. Camila had gone to bed a while ago. The next day we wanted to get up early. We already had everything packed and our suitcases ready in the middle of the hallway to leave as soon as we got up and had breakfast.

My computer started updating and, since I only had to send the files I had already prepared and saved on my external memory, I used Camila's, which had been left on.

I was opening my email inbox when a notification came through from the messaging app she had installed. I couldn't resist my curiosity. I opened the message. Everything that happened that Christmas stemmed from the discovery I made.

The next morning we got up early. I had a coffee, Camila sat next to me in silence. She didn't notice my indifference and anger because, like the previous two months, she didn't notice my emotions, she didn't care. If we talked about something, we almost always ended up arguing. Our relationship was going downhill and there was no stopping it. Now I knew why.

We loaded the car with the three suitcases we had for those days and I started our old Skoda , which I was fixing and keeping up to date. There was no budget to change it.

I drove the many hours from Madrid to the small town in Navarra where his father, Don Darío, lived. The man had been a widower for almost twenty years, he lived alone and whenever he could he would get us together to celebrate parties together. He always wanted his daughters to come to see him, Camila and Belén, even though they didn't get along very well.

I remained silent the whole way, remembering what I had discovered:

“Wild little wolf” was what the guy Camila was corresponding with called her. She called him “The Man.” They had been exchanging raunchy messages for months… I read them all. As I sped up and passed cars on the highway, I remembered excerpts from the messages:

• I can't wait to feel your airbags again, wild little wolf.

[Picture of his dick]

• And I'm afraid you're sticking it in me all the way, Man!

[Photo of her pussy with her hand opening it]

• How delicious it tastes…

• Your mechanic doesn't do the maintenance you need, little wolf.

• You sure know how to keep me going, man.

[Photo of her breasts]

If that wasn't enough, when I saw the video that this guy had sent her ... my fury flared up and I could barely contain myself. They had recorded themselves fucking. He was holding his phone in his hand while he fucked her on all fours. Worst of all, they couldn't stop talking about me while they were fucking:

• Your mechanic doesn't give you what you need, little wolf?

• You fuck me so much better! So much better, man!

• I'm not a loser like you, Leandro.

• You're a winner, man! Hit me harder. Hit me harder!!

The video ended with a long, elaborate blowjob in which the man finished in her mouth.

• Cum in my mouth – she told him

She smiled and swallowed the whole cum, but not before showing all the milk to the camera.

• How delicious your milk is, man!

I was in shock. I'd never had her suck me off like that, much less had she put my cum in her mouth. Never.

At no point was the specimen's face visible. I set out to find out its identity and do nothing until I had uncovered the whole story. It wouldn't take long before I knew.

We arrived at Don Darío's house in the middle of the afternoon. The rest of the family was already waiting for us there:

• Belén , Camila's older sister. 39 years old. A little taller than her, about 5'7". Like her sister, she has big, bright and expressive black eyes. Black hair in a medium bob at shoulder length. Large breasts always covered with jumpers or high-necked garments, it seems that she doesn't have any clothing that allows a glimpse of her cleavage. Despite being the eldest and having had a daughter, her physique is enviable. Firm legs and a generous pert bottom. Serene and patient, she had the misfortune of becoming pregnant at 19 by her current husband. Due to the times, she had no choice but to marry him and put up with him.

• Francisco . Belén's husband, my brother-in-law. 42 years old. He perfectly sums up the characteristics of the word: know-it-all, absurd sense of humor, womanizer, feeling better and more important than others... He works as a salesman at a dealership of a well-known brand. He always remembers this whenever he has the chance, especially if he can tease me to do so. Dark-skinned and always combed back, showing his pronounced receding hairline, with an eternal goatee under his aquiline nose that bears two enormous nostrils.

• Marina . 20 years old. Daughter of both. In contrast to the serenity that her mother displays, she is in contrast to her spontaneous and uninhibited character. Eternal rebel, always getting into trouble. She had her parents in suspense months ago thinking that she had become pregnant (she didn't know by whom). Marina was the same height as her mother, had inherited her enormous breasts (a family thing, apparently) which, unlike the first, she showed off whenever she could. Luckily she hadn't inherited her father's nose, hers was straight and she drew some mischievous notches on it with each smile. Long brown hair at her back.

Belén's family also lived in Madrid, on the outskirts. They had arrived the day before.

“I am the sales manager. I can take vacations whenever I want” – I imagine my brother-in-law would say.

Don Darío greeted us all. It was obvious that he was happy to see us. Although he had learned to live alone, he was glad to have company and to celebrate these meetings, which did not always end well because of the arguments between sisters.

• Good afternoon Dario! How are you? I asked him.

• Very well, son! How was the trip?

• A bit tiring, really, a lot of traffic, but hey, here we are!

• “What’s up, bro! How are those engines going? ” Francisco greeted me sarcastically while patting me on the back three times.

I didn't feel like putting up with his nonsense, but I pretended and smiled at him as I usually did.

• Belén! You look so pretty! – I gave her two kisses.

• Nice to see you Leandro. – my sister-in-law smiled.

• “Marina! Aren’t you going to be cold? ” I said to my niece, pointing to her mini skirt and low-cut top.

• So nice to see you, man! – he hugged me tightly, I thought I felt his hand near my ass.

Camila greeted everyone and stepped aside to talk to Francisco until Don Darío ushered us all inside.

• Come on family! Let's go inside or we'll freeze! – it was only three degrees outside.

The old house had two floors. Upstairs we had three bedrooms and two bathrooms. Downstairs was the open-plan kitchen that had been renovated years ago, with a huge living room. To one side there was a three-seater sofa and two armchairs, next to it a lit fireplace that heated the whole room, and in the middle was the table set: a long white tablecloth, ceramic plates, a centrepiece with fir branches, pine cones and some flowers, and lit candles.

Dario had his apron on and spent his time finishing cooking (he didn't let anyone touch his preparation or help him) while we were all chatting and drinking beers.

• Come on family, let’s get into the Christmas spirit! – Francisco pulled some tacky jumpers out of a bag for us to wear to dinner. He had that damn habit and everyone seemed to find it funny. Not me.

He handed them out and we put them on:

• Dario was wearing Santa Claus.

• Belén and Marina one with fir trees.

• Camila and my beloved brother-in-law got the snowman.

• For me, the one with the reindeer with huge antlers (not even funny).

Camila stared at me without saying anything. As usual. I took a long drink of my beer and stopped myself.

When nine o'clock came, we sat down at the table and prepared to enjoy Don Darío's delicious food. What a good cook this man was!

We got down to the task. First he had prepared some toasts with salmon, cheese and avocado. But the main dish was the star of the menu: turkey stuffed with apple. The man had spent the morning cooking everything on a slow fire, that was the secret. The meat was juicy and looked like ambrosia from the gods.

• As always, Darío, exceptional – I told him.

• Thanks Leandro. The secret is to do it with love.

• Camila, daughter, how is your job? Do they pay you well as a lawyer ? – asked the patriarch to his daughter, who was on her cell phone answering messages.

• I'm not complaining, Dad. - he said without looking up from the screen.

• I'm sure they pay you well, sister-in-law - said Francisco - soon you'll start earning as much as me. This year I've increased sales by 20%, soon the position of sales manager will be too small for me! I can already see myself as area manager!

• And how are you, Leandro? – my brother-in-law turned to me now, scratching his goatee, with his gaze up – How does it feel to get your hands dirty? I suppose you'll like it, I prefer to work on something more sophisticated.

• “I’m not complaining, Francisco, ” I replied curtly. I kept watching as my partner kept typing on the phone.

• Camila – I addressed my partner for the first time – can you pass me the salt?

• “Why don’t you get up and get it? ” she replied abruptly.

• “What a wild little wolf! Sister-in-law! A little kindness to your partner! ” replied Francisco.

• Excuse me, Holy Man! Excuse me everyone, my hormones are all over the place… you know, these days of the month… - he apologized smiling, keeping his gaze fixed on my brother-in-law.

I stood there in shock. Paralyzed. If this had been an anime scene, the background of my face would have gone dark and a horizontal beam would have shot out: wild little wolf. Holy man. What motherfuckers! It was my brother-in-law in the video. It was my brother-in-law cumming in her mouth.

The idiot had the audacity to give me a sweater with the horned reindeer on it. They had the nerve to call each other by their nicknames in front of me. If they knew I had discovered them...

I held myself back as best I could. Out of respect for the others, I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of seeing me upset. My hand was squeezing my thigh so hard that it wasn't allowing the blood to circulate properly in my leg.

We finished dinner in silence. With the desserts already on the table, Belén, noticing that the tension was increasing, intervened.

• I think it's time for Secret Santa, right? - He got up to look for the presents.

Every year we played Secret Santa. Darío did the drawing and we gave each other something.

• “Well, let’s get started!” said Dario, smiling.

The patriarch began by opening his own: a thick knitted sweater. Perfect for getting through the winter. He knew perfectly well that it was Camila's gift.

I opened mine, the latest novel by my favorite writer. Only Belén cared so much about my tastes, it was definitely hers.

Marina opened her present. A vinyl of her favorite indie band. I knew exactly what my niece liked.

• Thanks Leandro. Thanks, man! – he said to me with a mischievous smile.

Camila opened the aromatherapy set her niece had bought her.

Francisco was excited to see the leadership book his father-in-law had bought him.

And finally, stunned, Belén opened the package containing a C-cup bra, all lace, black and sexy. Of course, it belonged to her husband. She knew it perfectly well, she was tired of hearing him say that her sports bras didn't turn him on at all.

I looked at Camila, she wasn't amused either. I didn't care at all.

After finishing the desserts, we served ourselves some liqueurs.

• Okay, family. I'll be the first to fall, at my age I need a rest – said the patriarch – tomorrow get ready to go to the restaurant to eat! This one isn't cooking tomorrow!

After Don Darío, almost everyone went to sleep. Belén and I stayed behind finishing the bottle of orujo. Then another one followed.

• I apologize for my husband, Leandro. I know his comments are out of place sometimes – she said in a tired tone.

• You don't have to apologize, Belén, it's nothing to do with it. You do enough with... well, I'll stop, sorry.

• By putting up with him, Leandro. You can finish the sentence – he said in a whisper.

The alcohol was starting to take effect on both of us. The words came out more easily, and so did the truth.

• If it weren't for him blowing my cover twenty years ago, I would never have married him. Those were different times, I wouldn't have done it today, but what would they say about me back then if I decided to be a single mother...

• I understand you Belén… more than you think.

• You don't seem to be on good terms with my sister. She seems very rude and distant towards you. Is something wrong?

• I'd rather not talk about it right now, but yes, something is happening to us, and it's serious.

Belén stared at me.

• I think Francisco is cheating on me – she whispered under her breath.

I stood there, hesitating. My gaze was downcast and fixed on the floor. Belén had always treated me well, we got along very well, I think that if I wasn't married I would have broken up with her before I would have broken up with her sister.

• Belén… I have to tell you something… you are not wrong. – I looked at her fixedly.

• You know that, right?

• Yes. It's going to be hard – I grabbed her hand – but you need to know: your husband is cheating on you with your sister, with Camila.

• No way – she smiled with relief, as if she thought it was a joke.

I showed him screenshots of the conversations I discovered the day before. His face turned serious.

• “Sons of bitches! Right under our noses!” – tears of pain and rage fell down her cheek.

• Don't raise your voice, they'll hear us - I whispered.

• But that's what should happen, they should find out - he lowered his tone.

• We can't mess this up. I'd like to let these days pass, out of respect for your father. We'll sort it out after Christmas.

Belén was thoughtful. She knew that if her father found out, he would be in for the shock of his life.

• Okay, I'll put up with it. But when I get home I'm going to file for divorce.

He wiped away his tears and poured himself another shot of brandy.

• Let's make the most of the time then, brother-in-law – he put some soft relaxing music on his phone – Let's enjoy this Christmas Eve, us cuckolds, let's dance.

I agreed to her proposal and stood up. She started moving around, holding on to my neck. She was wearing tight black leggings that showed off her pert butt and a red Christmas sweater with fir trees on it. I could smell the scent of wild flowers in her hair.

She turned around and turned her back to me, grabbing my head with her right hand. She danced with her ass against my cock. She had let loose, she was uninhibited. I don't know if it was because of the alcohol or because of the discovery she had just made.

• You have always attracted me, Leandro – she whispered.

She continued the dance of her ass, looking for what was beginning to happen: under my jeans my erection was beginning to bulge.

I was getting excited and, as if by inertia, I grabbed her hip with my left hand under her sweater, I could feel her cold, soft skin, and with my right hand I began to slide my fingers between the elastic of her leggings. I caressed her pubis slowly while she wiggled.

My hand continued down the path. I found her panties, made of a fine, soft cotton. I dipped my fingers under the fabric until I touched the first fine, trimmed hairs of her pubis. I lingered there for several seconds, while she moaned and pressed her hips against me.

I played with her pubic hair with my fingertips. I continued lowering this time, skipping her clitoris, to the end of her vagina. I noticed how it became moist as I went. With my index finger I traced her labia, which protruded wetly as I caressed them.

• You turn me on a lot, brother-in-law! – she moaned in a low tone, sighing.

• Belén… - I sighed in her ear.

I began to trace a line on her vagina with my middle finger, going from the bottom up to the clitoris, without stopping there, then going back down.

With the warm, wet feel of her pussy on my fingers, my cock did its thing: it became fully erect.

We heard a noise on the stairs and stopped for a few seconds.

• “I can’t hear anything ,” he said quietly . “Keep going. Don’t stop.”

So I did. With the palm of my hand on her mons pubis, I inserted my middle finger inside her. I moved it gently inside, leaving it soaked with her fluids.

• Don't stop, Leandro.

I pulled out of her and finally got close to her clitoris, starting to massage it. My left hand moved up her waist until I grabbed her huge breast. I pulled down her bra and grabbed her whole breast, soft and fluffy, huge. I could feel her nipple hardening.

As I moved my finger in circles over her clit, her hip movements became louder. She moaned faster and faster, silently, exhaling the pleasure. Her ass pressed closer to me as her climax approached. Pushing me away. I held firm.

I rubbed one last time along the length of her slit and finished by quickly moving my index finger fixed on her clitoris.

• Fast brother-in-law. Faster.

I continued faster, applying pressure with the palm of my hand on her pubis, until a silent, exhaled scream announced her orgasm.

• Yess ...

I removed my hand from his privates and he turned around. He kissed me passionately. His tongue grazed the roof of my mouth.

• I haven't cum so much in months, thanks Leandro. I'm going to give it back to you. Wait a second.

She turned around. Out of politeness, I turned away so I wouldn't see what she was doing. A few seconds later, she touched my shoulder. She had taken off her tacky sweater and changed her bra for the one her husband had given her. She turned off the ceiling light, leaving us illuminated only by the soft, warm reflection of the banquet candles.

• Please sit down – he indicated the sofa.

On the brown leather cloth, there I sat. Belén knelt down and stared at me.

• We're going to wear the present that my husband is so eager for me to give him. You're going to cum between my breasts.

Without letting me speak, he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down to my ankles.

• Fuck, and my sister preferred my husband's short cock to your... twenty? nineteen centimeters? - she murmured, surprised to see my cock.

The black lace bra left all the skin of her breasts visible. Huge dark brown nipples surrounded by lighter areolas rose from her enormous bust.

He grabbed both of her breasts and, like someone holstering a gun, he put my cock in between them, under her bra. I laid my head back on the couch, burning.

She began squeezing her breasts, trapping my cock in the middle. She raised them, then lowered them slowly. My glans was uncovered with her movement. I could feel her breasts burning, hot with desire.

She went up and down three times. On the fourth she stopped pressing. She left them anchored down against my balls and continued the act with her hand. She started slowly and then increased the intensity and speed, each time pressing faster and faster. Her breasts under her masturbating hand swayed in rhythm with her hand hitting them. My cock received her hand and my balls took the thrusts of her breasts.

At the height of his speed, he stopped. Abruptly. He stared at me. I could see the desire in his eyes.

• Don't stop looking at me, brother-in-law.

I kept my eyes locked on his.

She grabbed both of my breasts again. She pressed down towards the center, where the veins on my cock were visible, and began to run her fingers up and down my cock with much more pressure than before.

• I'm going to cum, Belén - I whispered without stopping looking at her.

• Then do it!

She increased the pace the moment she finished her words. At the base of my cock, an earthquake began, shaking, trembling that she noticed as the semen gushed out from the base and rose like an eruption. She quickly submerged the tip of my cock and covered it with her breasts, the continuous jets of semen surfaced in her cleavage, falling to the right side of her chest, wetting the entire bra.

She didn't take her eyes off mine.

When the convulsions stopped, she released my cock, which was covered in cum on her cleavage. She reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, which she used to clean me and her breasts, leaving them completely covered in cum.

• Let's thank my husband for the gift - she whispered in my ear.

He put on his sweater and we said goodbye. We went upstairs and each of us went to our rooms to sleep next to our unfaithful partners.

The next day a day full of surprises awaited us. At noon we had all met up for lunch at a restaurant that my then father-in-law had booked.

What none of us realized was that there was someone who was spying on us and seeing everything we did. He would let me know soon.

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