I got caught in the rain with my sister-in-law

I was on vacation last month for a wedding weekend. It was a family friend, so I spent most of the time hanging out with my older brother and his wife, Paula. She and I get along really well. She always likes to hang out with me at family functions; maybe it’s because we’re the same age. Paula is very attractive, and she knows it. She’s a skinny, curly-haired brunette with a small waist and endless legs, but despite her size, her breasts have this full and natural shape that seemed to defy gravity. I am always enamored by her when we go to fancy events because she likes to accentuate her body. Most of all, her green eyes pierce the soul. It’s kind of impossible not to fall in love with her immediately. She uses that to her advantage in life. I try not to treat her any differently, and maybe that’s why she likes me. This weekend in particular, she was trouble.

The morning of the wedding, she knocked on my hotel room door, asking to go on a walk. She seemed a bit pissed about something, so I agreed, and we went to a huge park near the hotel.

We chatted as we walked, and eventually, Paula told me that they were trying to have a baby. She was tracking her cycle, and that weekend was prime baby-making time. She said she took an edible that morning and got naked in a bathrobe to surprise him. We were pretty open with each other about most things, but I was taken a little aback by her talking about fucking my brother. Apparently, he said that he really needed to work, she got mad, put on clothes, and stormed off. Hence, she knocked on my door.

“Why take an edible to make a baby?”

“We’re on vacation!” She said. “I get extra horny when I’m high, and I thought the day I conceive my child should be having some great sex. I don’t know; I guess today I thought would be fun.”

“Sorry. My brother can be an idiot, but you should know that. You married him.”

We laughed.

“It’s okay. He’ll fuck me tonight when he’s drunk. He won’t be able to resist.”

She noticed that I winced a little at that sentence.

“What you don’t want to picture me fucking your brother?” She joked.

“I can picture you just fine. I don’t really want to picture my brother though.”

She seemed to try to hide a smile.

We were very deep into the park when, all of a sudden, it started to rain. At first, we thought nothing of it, thinking it was just a drizzle. Then it started to get harder—much harder. People around us disappeared running for cover. We were getting really wet fast. It took us a minute, but eventually, I found a hollow looking boulder that seemed to make an awning. The perfect little shelter from the rain.

We laughed as we caught our breath. There wasn’t much room, so we stood close to each other. The rain was pouring hard. We seemed to be the only ones left in the park. When I looked over, it was impossible not to notice that she was not wearing a bra. The shirt had stuck to her like a second layer of skin, and you could pretty much see the entire shape of her boobs with almond colored nipples that pierced through the shirt and commanded attention.

I couldn’t help but get hard. It was impossible not to look. She kept giggling.

“I can see your nipples!” She laughed, pointing at my chest. I had a white shirt.

Laughing, I said, “I can definitely see yours too.”

She gasped and covered herself with her arms. I kept laughing.

Then she pointed at me again. Expect this time she was pointing down at my shorts.

“I can see you like them!” She smiled, trying to hold back her giggles and biting her lower lip. It was like it had turned into a competition for her, and she won.

My face went red. While you couldn’t see what my dick looked like, you could definitely tell I was hard. Desperately, I also covered myself with my hands.

We both laughed again.

“Damn.” I said. “You showed him those and he said ‘I have to work?’”

“Thank you!” Her face went red. “At least I got someone to notice.”

She smiled, then put her hands down slowly, with her face getting more excited as she committed to revealing her breasts to me.

My eyes went wide, and I couldn’t help but drop my mouth. She giggled at my reaction. Then a mischievous look went across her face.

“I should probably wring out this shirt,” she said.

I watched as she peeled her shirt over her head and off her body. Water streamed down her bare torso—narrow waist, delicate shoulders, all coupled by her large, round breasts. She still had on a long, white skirt that reached her ankles. Water making it heavy and translucent at the points it stuck to her skin. I was caught like a deer in the headlights, I didn’t even notice that I let go of my hands.

She bit her lips and leaned up to me slowly, taking over my personal space with her breasts. My conscience was yelling at me. Alarms were ringing in my head and my heart beat fast. She then placed her hand over my erection. Cupping it and rubbing it up and down gently. A burning electric feeling shot up my spine and across my extremities, causing me to take in a deep breath.

“I was hoping maybe you could help me make use of this high,” she whispered with a pouty face.

All my self control had vanished. I placed my hands on her small waist. She smiled at me. I traveled them up until I grabbed onto her breasts. It was everything I had fantasized it would be. She moaned lightly at my touch, then leaned over and kissed me. Her hand then undid the button and zipper of my shorts. In one motion, she pulled them to the ground along with my underwear. We were alone in a massive park, hidden under the cover of rain. Her tits and my cock were out for anyone to see, but it was only us.

She looked up at me with her hair and eyelashes wet and beads of water tracing the outline of her cleavage. I watched as she dropped to her knees before me with her arms on her lap. Keeping eye contact, she put my cock over her face, its head reaching over her forehead as she lightly sucked on one of my balls.

“Fuck, Paula,” I said. My face showing pleasure, but my conscience trying to reason with her. “You’re gonna get us in trouble.”

She smiled. She seemed to like that. Her tongue glided along the underside of my cock before she wrapped her lips around the head and paused to tease me. After a couple of seconds, she leaned in and took me into her mouth. The rainy air was cool, but her mouth was deliciously warm. She added a hand to stroke me as she dipped in and out. I moaned in ecstasy.

I watched as she reached for my shorts on the ground and pulled my phone out of the pocket. I didn’t know what she was planning, but she had my cock in her mouth, so I was a happy camper. Then she took a selfie. Again I was shocked, but I wasn’t going to start complaining. She focused on the phone, checking herself out, all while suckling on my cock like a lollipop.

“I look hot!” She giggled, looking up for a brief second before taking another selfie.

“No shit, Paula.”

She took another one. This time with my cock over her face. I have to admit, the recklessness was salacious, only adding to the excitement. She was really enjoying this. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t excited to have those photos on my phone. Her other hand, I could tell she was playing with her pussy under her skirt. That’s when I heard her start to record a video.

\*That pussy. It must be aching to get fucked.\* I thought to myself.

Paula started slitting herself out to the camera. She swirled her tongue around the head shamelessly before plunging deep. Filling her mouth as she bobbed in and out of my cock, her tongue escaped her lower lip, licking the edge of my balls as she fucked her face on me. Her eyes watered but locked on the lens the whole time. She moaned as she bobbed faster, spit glistening on her chin. I was teetering right on the brink, balls tightening hard. I fisted her hair and yanked my throbbing length free with a wet pop. She grinned up at me, lips shiny, gigglin again. I stood her up aggressively and turned her around as if to match her naughty tone with a commanding force. The phone, in the process, dropped to the floor.

I pulled down her dress with one swipe, slapped my hand against her ass with a tight grip, and pulled her in, sliding my cock’s shaft along her pussy lips. She moaned in a desperate tone. I could feel her arch her back and present her pussy to me. She was begging for it.

In one smooth motion, I inserted myself into her to the hilt, giving her what we both wanted. She took a deep breath in and let out a shivering moan.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

She rested her head on my shoulder and reached out to hold herself with the back of my neck. I held one hand on her waist and one hand on a tit.

I started with a couple of slow, deliberate strokes, letting her pussy stretch and grip around me. She was so fucking tight, clenching like she wanted to keep me there forever, and every tiny shift of her hips sent sparks up my spine. I tried to hold back, to savor it, listening to her breath hitch, but her pussy was intoxicating me like a drug pulling me under, and I let my animalistic instinct take over.

I leaned her forward and gripped her by the arms hard and started fucking her in earnest, deep and relentless, driving into her over and over. Her ass clapped against me with every thrust, wet skin slapping against me. Her moans were louder than the downpour pounding the rocks around us. Our shelter wasn’t enough. I watched rain stream down her back in rivulets, tracing paths over the curve of her spine all the way down.

I could feel her getting wetter, slicker, coating my cock as I bottomed out again and again. Her moans spilled out high and needy, rising above the storm like she didn’t care who heard. Each one told me she was right where she wanted to be: pinned, filled, claimed. She arched back into me, pushing her ass higher, begging without words for more.

I kept pounding, losing myself in the rhythm, the way her pussy fluttered and squeezed every time I hit that spot inside her. But I felt the edge creeping up too fast—balls tightening, pressure building. I didn’t want it to end yet. I slowed, switching to long, teasing thrusts that barely grazed her depths, dragging out every slide until she whimpered in frustration.

I brought her back up against me again and slipped my hand down between her thighs. With my fingers, I found her clit swollen. I circled slowly at first, then faster, matching the lazy roll of my hips.

“Oh, you son of a bitch,” she gasped, her voice cracking, barely audible over the rain. It was like she was losing the game we were playing. Her whole body trembled, thighs quivering on me, her bubbly ass clinched against my pelvis. “You’re gonna make me… oh fuck—!”

Her ass slammed back hard against me, pinning me to the rough rock wall behind us as she ground down, chasing every last inch of my cock. Her nails dug into my skin, her eyes rolling back white as her mouth fell open in a silent scream. Her pussy clamped down in violent pulses, milking my cock like it was trying to pull me over the edge with her. I let her ride the waves of her orgasm, shuddering and gasping. I watched as her eyes, which I was so accustomed to seeing as daggers, were glazed over in her moment of ecstasy.

Her pussy kept pulsing around me in aftershocks, still trembling, her hips jerked forward and back. That, along with the sight of her: jaw open, eyes half-lidded, her rain-slicked skin turning into goosebumps that covered even her breasts up to her areolas, it broke the last thread holding me together.

I felt my balls tighten once more, pressure building, my cock hardening. A small panic came over me as the consequences of her fertility became clear.

“Paula!” I growled. “I’m gonna come.” My hips stuttered against the wall she held me against, the movements making it worse.

She felt it too, the way I swelled inside her. Her eyes flashed with a dangerous mix of lust and recklessness. But without a word, she pulled forward, my cock slipping free. Within a split second she spun around fast, dropping to her knees in front of me and held on to my thighs. She looked up at me, this time with doe eyes and an open mouth.

I reached for my cock as the orgasm ripped through me. Cum streamed out of my cock with force. I stroked the shaft as thick ropes shot across her tongue, cheeks, and chin spilling hot and messy onto her chest and breasts, mingling with the rain that dripped from her skin.

She suckled on the tip when all that was left was a dribble. It was a sight that was etched into my memory since then. She giggled and smiled. Then she found my phone again and took one more selfie, kissed my cock, and handed the phone back to me.

Completely naked, she walked back into the rain, and I watched as the come washed off her. She walked back up to me and kissed me on the cheek.

“Thanks!” She smiled. “I really needed that.”

We both put on our wet, slopping clothes back on. Within seconds, the raincloud above us started to dissipate. We made our way back to the hotel where a handful of other guests were equally as drenched as we were. Employees had come out to hand everybody towels.

We walked back into the elevator, where she thanked me again for coming out to walk with her. She got off at her floor and I made my way back to my room. I was still shell shocked with what happened. What it meant. She seemed so nonchalant about it. It was like it was all a dream or something that I had made up in my own head.

That’s when I thought to look at my phone.