This story is intended for adult readers only. It is not meant to be read by children, so if you are not of legal age, please go away. This is probably only the product of my imagination, but then again.......
"The Family Pride" by lotte_lenya
My name is Donna. Donna Pride. My husband Jason and I live in a small town in western Indiana, not far from the Illinois border. With a population of just under two thousand, it is the sort of town where it's still safe for the kids to run and play outside without fear of strangers. A town where you can leave your doors unlocked and not worry too much about it. We boast two gas stations, four churches, an IGA food store, a courthouse, an old-fashioned ice cream parlor, a two-cell jail and three sheriff's deputies. The sort of small town America where you think you know your friends and family pretty well. But that isn't always true...
I forgot to mention that we have a Moose Lodge out at the edge of town. If you aren't familiar with the Loyal Order of the Moose, it's a place where the men in town do their serious drinking while they play at being lodge brothers. As for us, the wives, we belong to the Ladies of the Moose, if you will. We do the cooking and baking for the annual picnic and handle the cleaning of the lodge and all those little things someone decreed should be done by women. {Some man no doubt.} However, the thing we women most look forward to is the dance every Saturday evening. From the membership dues the lodge collects, they usually hire a small band from the neighboring counties. Sometimes they even get a band that plays on key. {Not often though.} But the ballroom in the lodge is really quite nice. Although big and not very well lighted; the tables scattered haphazardly around the perimeter of the dance floor, everyone seems to have fun and look forward to the dances. I tell you about the lighting {or lack thereof} because it is an integral part of the beginning
As usual that Saturday evening, there were six of us seated at our favorite table in the corner, far enough away from the stage that we could all converse without having to yell. There was my husband Jase of course, then clockwise around the table there was Carl Lassiter and his wife Norma, then my brother Forrest, and seated next to me my sister-in-law, Barbara. Jase and Carl were engaged in a heated discussion about the chances of the Indiana Pacers to win their division this year, while Norma was asking my brother about building a patio on the back of her house. Forrest has his own small construction company and is doing quite well from what I suspect. He and Barbara have been married some eleven months, and although cordial to one another because of the family connection, she and I weren't all that close. I suppose it was because the only thing we did have in common was my brother. I am after all in my early forties, while she is in the middle of her twenties.
It's true that all of us were half wasted that evening, I'll admit that. Not so wasted that we didn't understand what was going on around us, but not feeling any pain either. Anyway, there came a moment when my sister-in-law leaned towards me to say something into my ear, at the same time dropping her hand beneath the table cloth to rest her palm on my knee. I really didn't think too much about it until she casually moved her hand several inches higher up my leg, under the hem of my cocktail dress, her fingers lightly tickling the inner side of my thigh.
It must have been the drinks I had consumed that caused me to do what I would never have considered doing had I been completely sober. Instead of stopping her, I simply spread my knees wide apart and pretended I was watching the band. I suppose I was thinking that she wouldn't go any further and was just teasing around, but she took the spreading of my knees as an open invitation. Her hand slid all the way up between my legs.
I had to suppress a tiny gasp as her fingers touched against my panty covered crotch, and I was instantly wet. I was also astonished that this was really happening. Barbara is one of the most feminine looking women I have ever known, long blonde hair and green eyes, not a blemish on her face, lovely to look at, shapely and tall. But most importantly, married to my own brother. My mind was reeling as she gently but firmly rubbed my pussy, only the thin rayon panties I was wearing creating a barrier. Having married quite young in life, and being a "country girl" as it were, this was the most bizarre and sexually exciting thing that had ever happened to me, even after having three children.
I made a small mew of protest when Barbara suddenly withdrew her hand from under my dress and leaned towards me again, lightly touching her lips to my ear. "I have a key for the supply room," she breathed into my ear. "Wait a few minutes, then tell them you're going to the powder room or something. I'll be waiting for you."
With out even waiting for a response, without a word to anyone, she stood up and glided from the table and I found myself watching the curves of her buttocks as she walked away. Heart pounding in my chest, head swirling, I turned my head to look at my brother. His eyes met mine and he pursed his lips in a kissing pucker and winked at me. I realized suddenly that he was aware of everything that had happened. Then, casually, he turned his face away and resumed his conversation with Norma. I sat there in stunned silence for a long minute, then I touched my husband on the shoulder. "Honey? I...I'm going to the ladies room."
He made a brushing movement with his hand. "Yeah...whatever," he said, then turned towards Carl again, ignoring me completely. "Well, I think Scottie Pippin is one of the best forwards in the game, whadda you think?"
I could hear Carl agreeing with him as I pushed myself away from the table and rose to my feet, my legs feeling oddly weak as I stumbled my way through the obstacle course of the tables. Every table in the place seemed to be occupied. I heard several people call my name as I passed, but I pretended not to hear them. Thankfully when I reached the safety of the vestibule, there was no one there to see as I turned down the hall towards the supply room. 'She probably isn't even in here,' I thought to myself as I turned the knob and pushed the door open. But of course she was, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed over her breasts. She smiled when I entered the room.
"Close the door and make sure you lock it," she said softly. "I didn't think you'd really come."
My hand was trembling as I turned and closed the door. The lock made a loud click as I turned the knob. "I didn't think I would come either," I said weakly, turning to face my sister-in-law again. "Barbara? I...I'm not sure what's going on. I mean..."
Smiling again, Barbara moved forward until she was standing close in front of me. I didn't offer the slightest resistance when she pulled me into her arms and kissed me, her tongue spearing between my lips. I closed my eyes and gave myself up to the sensation of her mouth on mine, feeling myself grow limp with desire as I returned the kiss measure for measure. Finally sliding her mouth away, she sank slowly to her knees.
"We haven't got much time," she said thickly as she slid her hands up under my dress and hooked her fingers into the elastic waistband of my panties. As she skimmed the panties down my legs, I wondered inanely if the tiled floor was hurting her knees, then I pulled one foot free and taking hold of the hem of my dress, I bunched it up around my waist and spread my legs, leaning back against the wood paneled wall of the supply room. I flinched slightly as she pressed her face into the valley between my thighs, then I moaned softly as her tongue slid up and down the swollen lips of my vagina. Using her fingers to spread the lips apart, she probed with her tongue until she found the nub of my clitoris and began sucking, her tongue swirling, her hands clasping the naked cheeks of my ass as she pulled me tighter against her mouth and tongue. Then she suddenly pulled her head back and looked up at me, her chin resting against my pubic hair, the juices from my body glistening on her face.
"Do you want me to stop, Donna?" she asked hoarsely. "Should I stop?"
"No," I moaned, "...no...please...please..."
"Please what?"
"Lick me," I groaned. "Please..."
I could hear her laughing softly as she buried her face into my crotch again...
End of chapter one