1. Snow Plowed


    Date: 7/22/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Cheating, Erotica, Incest, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 90.6, Source: sexstories.com

    Snow blew around me as I worked to clear my drive. It was an interim measure at best to keep things from getting too out of hand. The weather forecast was calling for another twenty centimeters or so by the end of the day so I knew I would be back out in the evening. At least the storm was bad enough that they had closed the office where I worked so I did not actually have to brave my snow-clogged street. I had already helped two vehicles that were stuck. I was barely a quarter of the way down the driveway and starting to feel the pain when a huge grey pickup with four-wheel drive and a plough blade on the front rolled up to the end of the driveway. The window rolled down to reveal the smiling face of my sister-in-law Dee. She was part owner of a landscaping business that offered private plow services in winter. “Hey there, Dave,” she called out, “You want some help?” “What do you think?” I answered. “Get out of the way, then. I’m a coming.” I stepped back into my garage and watched as she quickly and neatly pushed the snow off the drive onto the lawn. When she was done, Dee parked her truck in the drive and climbed out. “How’s that for a shovel?” she said with a grin on her face. “Gotta get me one of those, I guess. Thanks, Dee.” “No problem. Is Ang around?” “Nah. Off to Toledo again,” I answered with a sigh, “This new job is becoming a real pain. You want to come in for coffee?” “Sure.” Inside, we shed our parkas, boots, and other winter attire. From under the bulky winter ...
    clothing emerged the slim, sexy figure of my sister-in-law in snug jeans and a tight sweater. I sometimes wondered whether I had picked the right sister when I married Angela instead of Deanna. Dee had one of the tightest, sexiest bodies of any woman I knew, including my wife, and there were times when I felt more comfortable and in tune with Dee than with Angie. I whipped up some strong black coffee and we settled in the rec room couch to enjoy it. “Good coffee,” she said after couple sips. “Thanks. It’s a blend I buy at that little place at the market. Angie’s not crazy about it. She’d rather have her fancy lattes.” Dee shook her head and giggled. “Hard to see my little sister as a latte addict. We’ve always been more of a cheap coffee and a doughnut kind of family.” “I like the lattes and stuff but I’m not convinced those fancy places are really that good,” I replied, “I would rather brew my own from a good blend.” “You managing to keep warm with Angie away so much this winter?” Dee asked. “I have a good comforter,” I answered, “Less heat for it to keep in, though.” Dee smiled and sighed. She had been single for two years since her husband left her for a woman he met through work. “I know the feeling,” she replied wistfully, “Haven’t had much extra heat under mine in a while. And I keep thinking about him keeping her warm.” Seeing a tear forming in Dee’s eye, I reached over and gave her back a light pat. “He made a mistake, Dee. I don’t know if he figured it out yet, but ...
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