Heather’s Snowed-In Secret
Heather’s Snowed-In Secret: Fucking Her Brother-in-Law While Sis Is Stuck at Work
The blizzard raged outside, wind howling as snow piled high against the windows. Heather’s sister had been called into the hospital for an emergency shift and couldn’t make it home. That left Heather alone in the cozy cabin with her brother-in-law, Jake—tall, rugged, and way too good-looking for his own good.
They’d started with wine to kill the boredom, laughing about old family stories by the fireplace. But the alcohol warmed more than their throats. Heather caught Jake staring at her legs as she stretched out on the couch in yoga pants and a thin sweater that hugged her full breasts. She didn’t pull away when their knees brushed.
“You know,” she said softly, voice husky, “my sister’s going to be gone all night. Maybe longer.”
Jake’s eyes darkened. “Heather… we shouldn’t.” But he didn’t move away.
She leaned in, lips inches from his. “We already are.” Her hand slid up his thigh, feeling him harden instantly under her palm. That was all it took.
Jake pulled her onto his lap, mouths crashing together in a hungry, forbidden kiss. Tongues tangled as she ground against the thick bulge in his jeans. Heather yanked his shirt off, nails raking down his chest while he shoved her sweater up, freeing her bare tits. He groaned at the sight, latching onto one nipple, sucking hard while pinching the other.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he muttered against her skin.
Heather stood just long enough to peel off her pants—no panties underneath. Her pussy was already soaked, lips swollen and glistening. She pushed Jake back onto the couch, straddling him as she freed his cock. It sprang out—thick, veined, longer than her husband’s, throbbing in her hand.
“God, I’ve wanted this,” she whispered, lining him up and sinking down slowly. Inch by inch he stretched her, filling her married pussy completely. She gasped, head falling back as he bottomed out. “So much better than him…”
She rode him hard, hips rolling, tits bouncing with every thrust. Jake gripped her ass, slamming up into her, the wet slap of skin echoing over the crackling fire. “You’re so fucking tight… gonna ruin you for my brother.”
Heather leaned forward, moaning into his mouth. “Do it. Fill me up. Give me what she can’t have tonight.” She clenched around him, rubbing her clit frantically as he pounded deeper.
She came first—shuddering, crying out his name, walls pulsing around his shaft. That sent him over. With a guttural growl, Jake buried himself balls-deep and erupted, pumping thick, hot cum straight into her unprotected cunt. Rope after rope flooded her until it leaked out around his cock, dripping onto his thighs.
They stayed locked together, breathing ragged, his softening length still twitching inside her. Heather kissed him slow and dirty, tasting the sin they’d just committed.
“When the snow melts,” she murmured, “we’ll do it again. And again.”