Dominated by His Seductive Sister-in-Law - Part 1

Dean looked up from the computer as his sister-in-law appeared in the doorway with a smile on her face.

"Is this for me?" Scarlett asked as she lifted the mug he'd left for her on the counter.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, I noticed you've made a cup of iced coffee for yourself each day after you get back from your run, and I was in the kitchen making tea right when you were due back, so I figured I'd just make it for you."

Scarlett stepped into the room and Dean glanced at her taut stomach, which glistened with a little bit of sweat. She sipped her coffee, smiled, and said, "It's perfect. How did you know how I like it?"

"Two tablespoons of cream and a teaspoon of sugar," Dean replied. "At least, that's what you put into it yesterday. I don't know why, but I tend to catalog those sorts of details. Anna says it's because I really like being helpful - that I'm a caretaker at heart - and that my brain can't help but focus on stuff like that because I want to be helpful in any way I can."

"I can see why my sister loves you so much," Scarlett said before sipping her coffee once more. "You know, this might be even better than when I make it. I'm not sure why that would be the case." She offered a soft, lovely smile and added, "Though perhaps it's the simple fact that someone else made it for me that makes it so delicious."

"Well, it would be my pleasure to make you coffee for the rest of your stay," Dean replied without giving it a second thought.

Scarlett took another step towards his desk and again Dean glanced at her taut stomach. Every day Scarlett would leave for a run right after Anna left for the office and would always run in the same outfit - a pair of leggings and a cropped, skintight top - and every day Dean felt a little embarrassed that he felt such an attraction to his sister-in-law. She was beautiful and fit, though, so it was hard not to be attracted to her.

"I'd like that very much, Dean," Scarlett said while taking yet another step towards his desk. "It's very kind of you to think of me and my well-being, you know. I'm not used to that from a man."

"Really?" Dean asked. "I'm sorry to hear that." He didn't know much about his sister-in-law - she lived across the country and rarely came to visit - but it struck him as sad that she didn't have someone that would think of her before himself.

"I guess it is a little sad," Scarlett said as she set her cup on his desk. "After all, I can be caring, too."

Scarlett stepped closer and leaned against his desk. He glanced at her thigh in the tight fabric of her leggings and once again allowed his eyes to spend a moment gazing at her stomach, which looked even better from just a few feet away.

"You don't know this about me," Scarlett said, "but I can be generous with a man. Very generous, in fact. It's just that I have a history of choosing the wrong man to give my energy to. I tend to pick men that aren't deserving of my affection, that don't appreciate it. Anna clearly has a better sense for how to choose the right man."

"I'm...I'm sorry to hear that," Dean replied. “About you choosing the wrong men, I mean.”

The smile Scarlett offered in response was soft and sweet. She stared into Dean's eyes for a few moments before reaching out and slowly running her fingers up his arm. Goose bumps rose on Dean's skin all the way up to his neck and his heart raced. Scarlett's fingers made it all the way to his hand and she took it in hers and squeezed it softly.

"I've seen the way you look at me," she said.

Dean offered no reply as Scarlett lifted his hand and slowly moved it towards her body. She paused for a moment and then pressed his hand against her stomach. It felt warm, slightly damp from the drying sweat, and remarkably firm.

"I like that you look at me," Scarlett said. "I like that man like you - a good man - desires me. I know you don't look for long, that you allow yourself a little glance before pulling your eyes away. I even like that. You're too good a man to openly lust after your sister-in-law."

Dean moved to pull his hand away but Scarlett tightened her grip and refused to let go. She moved his hand from her stomach to her thigh. He felt the softness of her leggings and the warmth emanating from her skin.

"I want you to lust after me, Dean," Scarlett said softly. "I want you to desire me."

She pulled his hand between her legs. Dean pressed his fingers against her pussy and looked up at his sister-in-law. She smiled and her lips parted so a soft moan of pleasure could escape. Lust swirled through Dean's body and his cock stiffened.

Scarlett released his hand, pushed away from the desk, and spun Dean's chair so he was facing her. She stepped closer, grabbed a handful of his hair, and pulled back gently until he was looking up at her. His eyes were wide with surprise and desire and his heart was racing.

"You like that I work hard to keep my body in shape, don't you Dean?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered.

"Have you fantasized about me yet?" Scarlett asked. "I've been here a week. Have you thought about me while indulging in self-pleasure?"

Dean nodded. He was embarrassed that he'd fantasized about his sister-in-law, and yet he didn't hesitate to admit it.

The look on Scarlett's face made it seem like she thoroughly enjoyed his admission, though. "And did you enjoy that fantasy, Dean? Did you enjoy thinking about me while you took your pleasure?"

"Yes," Dean admitted.

A devilish grin crossed Scarlett's face before she said, "And did you fuck me in your fantasy, Dean? Did you fuck your sister-in-law?"

Dean shook his head. "No. I...it wasn't...we didn't have sex...in my fantasy, I mean."

Scarlett ran her fingers through his hair and down the back of his neck, sending waves of pleasure through Dean's body. "Well, if you didn't fuck me, Dean, what did you do? Did I give you head?"

Dean shook his head again. "No...Scarlett, I just...I..."

"Don't be scared, Dean," she said softly. "I promise, whatever you tell me will be our little secret."

Dean wasn't sure it was wise, but he believed her. "I worshiped you. In my fantasy, I worshiped you. Your body. I worshiped your body."

Scarlett's lips slowly curled into a gleeful smile. "Is that what turns you on, Dean? Do you want to worship a woman?"

He nodded.

"Does my sister let you worship her?" Scarlett asked.

"No," he said. "I try to sometimes, but these days she seems to want sex to be over as quickly as possible. She never really turns me down, but she never really seems that into it, either."

Scarlett caressed his face in a manner that felt warm and loving, to the point that Dean felt guilty for enjoying it so much. "She doesn't understand what you need, does she?"

"I don't think she does," Dean admitted. "Maybe...I don't know, maybe I haven't been clear enough about what I want, what I need."

Scarlett caressed his face once more and then held his head in both hands. "I'm sure you have, Dean. Anna's just a little selfish. Unlike you, she's not a caretaker, she's not someone that puts much effort into thinking about what other people need. She's wonderful in so many ways, but not in that particular way, as you've discovered. I'm not like my sister in that way, though."

"You're...you're not?" he asked.

Scarlett stepped back and slipped off her sneakers. She slipped her fingers into the waistband of her leggings and bent over to pull them down. When she stood once more Dean stared between her legs at the pussy he'd fantasized about.

"No, I'm not," Scarlett replied as she closed the distance between them. "I'm probably not as considerate as you are - you're a rare kind of person in that way - but I know what you want, Dean. I knew what you wanted the first day I was here. I think you should have what you want, what you crave. Don't you?"

Dean looked up at his sister-in-law as a battle played out in his head. He knew the potential folly of surrendering to what felt like an overwhelming kind of desire, for if Anna found out his marriage would be over in an instant. He wasn't thinking clearly, though, for Dean didn't give that fact much consideration.

"She'll never know," Scarlett said. "She works long hours every day. You work from home. I'm on vacation. I can give you what you want. You can give me what I want, and a week from now I can go home and Anna will never know what happened between us."

Dean wanted what Scarlett was offering. He wanted it desperately. He wanted a small taste of what he'd wanted from Anna for so long, and what his wife seemed unwilling or unable to give him.

For those reasons, Dean surrendered to his desire. He leaned forward. He kissed Scarlett's taut stomach. He kissed it over and over. He tasted a hint of the salty sweat that she'd generated during her run. He moaned at the feeling of it on his tongue. He moaned again when Scarlett put a hand on the back of his head and ran her fingers through his hair, taking control in a subtle manner.

Dean kissed his way past Scarlett's belly button and towards the small tuft of pubic hair above her pussy. He felt the coarse hair against his lips and his heart pounded as he neared his sister-in-law's clit. He was on the verge of running his tongue over it when Scarlett stepped back.

"I'm going to enjoy this more if you're on your knees," she said.

Dean slid out of his chair and onto his knees. He crawled towards Scarlett and she stepped back with a smile on her face. She turned and leaned against the office wall with her legs spread. Dean crawled into place in front of her and looked up at the beautiful, fit brunette. Scarlett reached back, unzipped her top, and took it off, setting her perky, milky white breasts free. Her nipples were rock hard and from his knees he could see that her pussy was wet, too.

"Worship my pussy," Scarlett instructed.

Dean crawled forward and pushed his tongue inside his sister-in-law. He licked from the base of her pussy to her clit and she moaned as he flicked his tongue back and forth over her swollen sex organ.

"Look up at me while you worship my pussy," Scarlett said.

Dean directed his gaze upwards and Scarlett rewarded him with a smile as she gently twisted her nipples. He pushed his tongue as deep inside her as he could, tasted her sweet and slick juices, and then offered her clit a gentle massage. He repeated that process over and over, for he was in no rush to make Scarlett cum. He wanted to make her feel good, to make her feel as though he was worshiping her body, that it was, in fact, a body worthy of endless worship.

Scarlett reached down, put a hand on the back of his head, and closed her eyes. "Mmm, that feels so good, Dean. Anna doesn't know what she's missing out on. She doesn't know how good her husband is at worshiping pussy. She doesn't know how thrilling it is to have a man on his knees in front of her, a man who wants nothing more than to make her body tingle with pleasure as he uses his skilled tongue."

She was right. Anna had no idea what she was missing out on. Until that moment, Dean didn't know what he'd been missing out on either, for he'd only fantasized about worshiping a woman, about taking his time to make her feel good, about savoring every moment of worship instead of rushing towards an orgasm.

As arousal surged through his body, Dean reached down and unzipped his pants to free his stiff cock. He'd just taken it in his hand when Scarlett said, "Don't masturbate. Not while you're worshiping me, Dean. Take pleasure in making me feel good, not in stroking your cock. Show me that your desire is truly to worship me, not to use worshiping me as a reason to masturbate."

Dean released his cock and savored the way Scarlett effortlessly took control. He ran his hands up her thighs and grasped her ass while licking her clit. She smiled and grasped her breast with one hand while taking a tight grip on his hair with the other. Dean felt a touch of pain, but there was pleasure in it, for it felt like Scarlett was falling deeper into the joyful sensations clearly working their way through her body as he tended to her clit.

"You're going to make me cum, Dean," she said. "I'm going to cum all over your face."

Dean licked and sucked on her clit. He concentrated his efforts on making her cum, for Scarlett had generously let him worship her pussy and now he wanted to give her the pleasure she deserved.

She tightened her grip on his hair and began to move her hips, rubbing her pussy over his face in the process. She spread her juices over his skin and closed her eyes as her thighs trembled. Her moans filled the office and her grip on his hair tightened as Scarlett seemed to lose herself while nearing her climax.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!" Scarlett cried out. She grabbed a second handful of his hair and held Dean in place while rubbing her pussy over his face, completely soaking him in her slippery juices. His cock throbbed painfully from the pleasure of truly worshiping her and witnessing what seemed to be an especially intense orgasm.

Finally, after she's cum, Scarlett released his hair and Dean sat back on his knees. She smiled and reached down to run her fingers over his lips, collecting some of the juices she'd left behind in the process. Scarlett then slipped that finger into Dean's mouth and he closed his lips around it.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked.

Dean nodded as her finger moved deeper into his mouth.

"Me too," Scarlett said. "I want more, though. I'm only here for another week and I intend on making the most of your eagerness to worship in that time. If you like that idea, follow me to my bedroom. If not, you can get back to work." Scarlett pulled her finger from his mouth, stepped to the side, and headed out of the office. "Oh, and if you're going to follow, you'll do it on your hands and knees."

Dean didn't hesitate to crawl after his sister-in-law. He was eager to spend a week letting her take advantage of his desire to worship, for he couldn't resist the allure of pursuing a kind of pleasure he'd always desired but almost never known.

"How would you feel about worshiping my ass?" Scarlett asked as she looked over her shoulder.

Dean's cock throbbed. "I'd love that," he replied.

Scarlett playfully smacked her ass, smiled, and said, "Let's see if you can earn that pleasure, then."

Dean was ready to do whatever it took.