His wife’s younger sister Meggan was a hassle whenever she came visiting – and she seemed to always come visiting when Jim’s wife was out, using the key Jim’s wife had for some reason given her to let herself in.
She seemed to love to make his life hell. She stole money from Jim and his wife, ate their food, made a mess of their house, but his wife would hear none of it. Her little sister Meggan could do no wrong, and Jim was being a monster.
Today, Meggan had stolen his wedding ring. “Where did you put it, Meggan?” Jim roared at her. She just giggled and backed away from him. He reached out to grab her, to make her answer, but when his hand closed over her shirt, it ripped off entirely. She wore no bra and her tits were suddenly bare in front of him.
She gasped, then smiled evilly. “Rape!” she whispered in a way that suggested a yell.
“Shush! No, I’m sorry,” he said, trying to hand her back the remains of her shirt.
She backed away again, and, to his horror, undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor, then pulled down her panties and kicked them off, baring her cunt. “Rape!” she stage-whispered again.
“Meggan, stop it!” he protested. “Put your clothes on!”
She giggled again. She squatted nude in front of him, then got down on all fours, facing away, and wiggled her ass at him.
“Meggan!” he growled. “I just want my wedding ring back!”
“I think maybe I hid it in my mouth,” she said. “Or maybe my pussy. Or my ass.”
“Meggan…”
“I think you need to check each of them,” she giggled. “With your cock.”
“Meggan, no!” he said. Although he couldn’t deny the little brat was making him hard…
“Rape!” she said again, this time in a raised voice. He glanced guiltily towards the door. It wasn’t loud enough for someone to have actually heard outside, but he could all too easily picture the scene if someone burst in and saw this nude slut on his floor, claiming she was being molested.
“Shut up, you little brat!” he said.
She wiggled her ass again. “Check my holes with your cock. If you check all of them very thoroughly and don’t find your ring, I’ll help you look for it. I have an intuition I can probably find it. Or else otherwise you can explain to your wife why you were molesting her sister. We’ve got a ripped shirt for evidence and everything.”
He looked at her, looking for other options. There were none. Taking a deep breath, he undid his pants, walked over to the teasing little fucktoy, knelt behind her, and grabbed her hair in a tight grip.
She gasped in shock, and then moaned, a happy, slutty moan. The moan became deeper as he slid his cock into her dripping wet fuckhole.
“You can cum in me if you like,” she said as he started to probe her pussy with his cock, “but you should know I’m not on birth control.”
He guessed she meant that to tease him further. He didn’t care. He began to fuck her harder, and thought to himself, good. Let’s give my wife a niece…
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