In February of 2020, I was working as an actress in a successful Portland theater. I landed the lead role two years earlier on my nineteenth birthday and was living out my childhood dreams. Then COVID hit and by April the theater was closed and I was out of work. By May, I couldn’t afford rent so I called my big sister, Stella, in Seattle and asked her if I could stay with her and her husband, Roy.

Calling my sister for help wasn’t easy but it was my only option because my parents live in a tiny one-bedroom apartment back east. Stella is twelve years older than me and was never supportive of my acting career. When I called and asked if I could stay with her, the first words out of her mouth were, “Sarah, I told you the whole acting thing was a waste of time. If you’d gone to college, you will still have a job right now.” Then she made me wait a week before telling me I could stay at her house, making sure to add, “But only for three months. I don’t care if you have to flip burgers, you need to learn to live with your poor choices.”

My sister is your prototypical successful career woman. She works in hospital administration, so the pandemic didn’t affect her at all. Stella and Roy live in a two-story, four-bedroom Victorian home in the Bellevue area along with their Yorkie, Mr. Lucky. They never had any kids because Stella doesn’t like kids, so the majority of the house is entirely empty. For my sister, it’s all about status and showing off her success.

I’ve always been jealous of Stella’s success. She started making six figures right out of college and then married Roy, who owns his own successful consulting business. Roy is also incredibly attractive. At 33 years old, he’s the same age as Stella, about 6’2” tall, and fit, with radiant blue eyes and thick black hair. He wears immaculately tailored Dolce & Gabbana suits with Gucci shoes to match and wears this musky and woody Dior cologne that smells like a man is supposed to smell. Roy is also exceptionally nice, which is why I never understood why he married my sister.

Stella and I actually look like sisters. We both have long natural curly blonde hair, light brown eyes, and a curvy but toned frame with big boobs and wide hips. We are both tall at nearly 5’10” and when we dress up in heels, men take notice. I wish I could say my sister looks 12 years older than me but she doesn’t. She seems to never age which is yet another reason to hate her. But I think Stella also gets mad when people mistake her for me because she puts herself on a very high pedestal and hates to think anyone would mistake her for a lowly actress.

I moved in on June 1st. For the first month, I did my best to lay low. Plus, I was depressed and not in the mood to hear lectures from my sister. It didn’t matter because both Stella and Roy were busy with work so they were seldom home. When they were gone, I spent a fair amount of time soaking in their hot tub and drinking White Claws, making sure to get rid of all the cans so my sister wouldn’t know I was drinking.

Every now and then I ran into Stella on her way out the front door and she always managed to let me know how many days were left before I had to get out of her stupid house.

In early July, Roy started spending a lot more time at home. Not only had he lost some clients because of COVID, but most of his remaining clients wanted to work remotely via Zoom.

We started running into one another randomly around the house. I got out of bed late one morning and wandered down to the kitchen to make some coffee. Having been used to having the house to myself, it didn’t occur to me that I was wearing nothing but a cotton nightshirt that barely covered my ass. When Roy walked in, I’m sure I turned all different shades of red.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I said, quickly pulling my shirt down to cover my lady parts only to realize that my boobs were about to pop out.

Like a gentleman, Roy turned around with his back to me and said, “Don’t worry, Sarah. For a second I thought you were Stella. It really is amazing how much you two look alike.”

“Oh god, I’m so embarrassed,” I said.

“I’m going to be home a lot more for the foreseeable future, just so you know,” Roy said before walking out of the kitchen.

Class act, that Roy. Most men undress me with their eyes when they see me fully clothed. Roy was such a gentleman that my nearly naked body never once made him flinch.

Back in my room, I started wondering why my half-naked body didn’t make him flinch. At first, it hurt my ego but then I suddenly realized that Roy wasn’t turned on by me because I reminded him of Stella. Then the lightbulb went off in my head and it dawned on me that my sister and her husband weren’t getting along. Roy and Stella never spent time together. I never once saw them kiss or hug and I even overheard them arguing a few times but couldn’t understand what they were saying.

Then I realized something else. I wanted my brother-in-law. I wanted to wrap my legs around his body and soak in his smell and feel him deep inside of me. I wasn’t sure if I wanted him because he was ridiculously hot or just to take something that belonged to my sister, but in the long run, did it really matter?

To be successful, I was going to have to use my best acting skills. That afternoon, I went to the store and bought some red hair dye. Then I rummaged through my luggage to find some green contact lenses I once used for a music video audition. While I was looking for the contact lenses, I came across this cute sexy sundress that clung to my curves and always made men’s heads turn.

If I was going to beguile my brother-in-law, I would have to convince him that I was someone else. I spent the next few days out of sight, working on a character I called, Tanya. Tanya was a voluptuous, enchanting, seductive homewrecker. She was deceptively shy when she needed to be but unafraid to take what she wanted. And Tanya wanted Roy. She wanted to tease and manipulate him until he lost all control and fully succumbed to her irresistible charms.

When “Tanya” was fully formed, I died my hair and put together the entire look. I wore blood-red lipstick with fingernails and toenails to match, with a small amount of Chanel Coco perfume that made me feel mysterious and alluring. I kept my long hair down so it would look purposely unkempt, so as to radiate the notion that I was unpredictable, perhaps even a bit feral.

I laid my first trap the following day. Stella left for work at 6 am. Roy woke up soon after and went to the kitchen to make a healthy breakfast. I knew from his daily routine that his next stop would be his favorite chair in the living room where he liked to read a newspaper actually made out of paper.

After getting painted up, I slipped into my skin-tight red sundress. As Roy made his breakfast, I tiptoed out into the living room and curled up in his chair. I propped my feet up so my dress would bundle up around my hips and my toned legs would be on full display. Then I quickly pulled out my phone to make believe I was checking my Instagram.

When he walked into the living room, Roy’s head was tucked into his newspaper so he didn’t notice me at first. He was wearing loose-fitting workout pants and a sexy t-shirt that showed off his physique.

“Good morning, handsome,” I said.

When Roy looked up, he reacted like he was suddenly confronted by a stranger in his home. For a second, I thought he was going to drop his newspaper. At that moment, it occurred to me how ridiculously handsome Roy was, especially with a little stubble on his face.

“Sarah?” he said it like a question.

“I’m working on a new part, so I want you to start calling me Tanya. What do you think of my new look?”

Roy was staring at my bare legs. “Uh, you look amazing. I didn’t even recognize you.” He paused, “Well, that’s not what I mean…”

I cut him off with a laugh, “Don’t worry, Roy, I know what you mean.”

Then I feigned surprise and said, “Oh no! I’m in your chair.” I slowly moved my feet back down to the floor, showing off my long legs as they extended fully. Then I bent over a bit to flash a bit of cleavage before standing up and straightening my dress.

Roy was speechless. I liked it. He sat in his chair and I sat on the couch, which was directly across from his chair. I wanted to make sure I was in Roy’s immediate line of vision.

“What are you doing today?” I asked.

“I have few meetings later this morning, Sarah….”

“Tanya.”

“Right… Tanya. ...and Stella wasn’t feeling well so she’s going to the doctor, which means I have to take Mr. Lucky to the vet this afternoon.”

I twirled my hair as I listened to Roy. He was already looking at me differently. As he read his paper, every now and then I caught him glance up at me and take a peek at my body. My boobs were spilling out of my sundress and the shape of my hard nipples was visible through the thin cotton material.

Roy fidgeted in his chair. It was time for my second act.

“I need to tidy up my room,” I said, getting up off the couch. “Have a good day, Roy.”

Roy nodded. I turned, took four steps, and fell face forward with a convincing thump on the hardwood floor. Who needs a stunt double?

“Ow, my leg!” I cried, pulling myself up so I was sitting on my butt grabbing the back of my knee.

Roy shot up out of his chair and rushed over. As he knelt at my side, he asked, “Are you okay?”

“No. Something is wrong with my leg. Can you help me up onto the couch?”

Roy put his arm around me and supported my body as I stood back up. His smell made me instantly wet. We sat next to each other on the couch and I quickly rotated so that my legs were on his lap, the hem of my dress rising dangerously close to my hips.

“It’s the back of my left leg, Roy. It’s cramped or something. Will you massage it? I can’t lean forward!” I even managed to force a tear to fall down my cheek. I deserved a fucking Oscar.

Roy was under my spell. Without hesitation, he turned his body toward mine, rested my feet on his lap, and starting massaging my calf with both hands.

I let out another cry of agonizing pain and said, “No, it’s the back of my thigh!”

As Roy shifted forward to reach my thigh, my bare foot was suddenly resting right on his crotch. I could feel his hard cock against the bottom of my bare feet as his hands started expertly working the muscle on the back of my firm thigh. Roy was obviously attracted to Tanya.

I let my head fall back and let out a sigh of relief, trying my best to make it sound like the onset of orgasm. “Yes, Roy, right there.” Then I lifted my right leg so it was bent at the knee and slightly parted my legs.

I was not wearing panties.

Keeping my head back and eyes closed, I imagined that Roy was sneaking a peek at his sister-in-law’s bald pussy.

Sorry. Tanya’s bald pussy. I could feel Roy’s eyes on my thick labia and knew he was imagining parting my lips so he could bury his tongue deep inside of me. The thought made me curl my toes and I realized that my foot was loosely gripping his cock.

Roy’s hands were slowly working their way higher up my thigh. I was certain he was close enough to feel the fire burning between my legs. His touch was like electricity coursing through my body. I let out another sexy moan and said, “It’s feeling a little better, Roy.”

Then I tilted my head forward and opened my eyes. I was right, Roy was looking directly at my pussy. Spreading my legs wider apart, I said, “Do you like what you see?”

Roy was caught off guard. He let go of my thigh and just sat motionless with a shocked look on his face. Doing his best to avert his eyes by looking right into mine.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind you looking at it,” I purred, rubbing my toes back and forth along the length of Roy’s cock and realizing for the first time that it was huge. “Obviously you do like what you see.”

Roy’s eyes drifted back down to my perfect little pussy, which was pulsing in time with my racing heart. Reaching down with my index finger, I gently stuck it just inside my slit. Roy’s eyes followed my wet finger, as I brought it to my lips and tasted my own juices. I stared him in the eye as I sucked the tip of my finger and slowly pulled it free from my plump red lips.

Offering the most seductive stare I could conjure, I opened my eyes wide and said, “Do you want a taste, Daddy?”

He did. Roy leaned forward and started kissing the insides of my thighs, his hands gently grasping my hips. I placed my right foot on his shoulder but kept my left foot nestled against his cock, curling my toes around his shaft. Roy took his time, slowly working his mouth closer and closer toward my aching pussy. Then he looked up into my eyes and gently blew on my clit.

I felt a sudden surge of blood rushing to my face and almost came. When my body started to shake, Roy’s gripped my hips and softly nestled his tongue in between my thick pussy lips, and licked from bottom to top. When he reached my clit, he paused and began barely pressing it with the tip of his tongue.

Then I did come. It was the fastest I’ve ever come in my life, probably because the whole encounter was so forbidden. My sister’s husband was now mine and I couldn’t wait to feel his cock deep inside of me. But for the moment, I was savoring the feeling of Roy lapping at my pussy as my cream covered his stubbly face.

I’m usually quiet when I have sex but as I came, the words seemed to involuntarily flow from my mouth in the form of a growl, “Yes, daddy! Don’t stop. Lick my fucking pussy.” Tanya apparently likes has a dirty little mouth!

My face and chest were burning from the inside. I used my toes to feel my way to the waistline of Roy’s pants and pulled them down far enough for his cock to fall free. Then I brought my right foot down and grabbed his dick in between my little feet, using my toes to stroke the swollen head.

Suddenly, there were two fingers inside of me. Roy’s fingers curled upward and firmly pressed against my G-spot while he ever-so-slightly sucked my clit with his lips.

“Holy Fuck! What are you doing to me, Roy?” I called out before cumming even harder than the first time. A small amount of liquid squirted out of my pussy with an audible sound, which was another first for me, and suddenly I felt like a porn actress. When my juices shot into Roy’s mouth, he pulled his fingers out of my pussy and fucked me with his tongue. It was fucking hot and I came immediately again. Roy never once stopped, even though my muscles were spasming and my hips were thrusting uncontrollably into his handsome face.

My pussy ached to be filled with my brother-in-law’s cock. “Fuck me, goddamnit! Fuck me NOW Roy!” I was literally screaming. I felt like I had lost control of myself and realized that I had lost control because Tanya had thoroughly taken over.

Roy lifted up his head and used his forearm to wipe some of my cream off of his face. Then he removed his shirt, revealing his muscular arms and washboard stomach. When he stood to slip off his pants, I got my first look at Roy’s cock. Holy fuck, it was every bit of 9-inches with girth to match. The sight of it suddenly made me resent my sister even more. I couldn’t help but flash a wicked grin at the thought of taking my sister’s cock for my own.

Pointing at Roy’s cock I growled, “I want that.”

Roy suddenly found his voice. “This cock doesn’t belong to you, Tanya, I’m a married man.”

Goddamn, Roy was a naughty boy. I used my fingers to spread my pussy wide open. “Once you feel this, you’ll forget all about your wife.”

Roy leaned forward, grabbed his cock, and rested the head against my clit. I watched him work his ridiculously massive cock up and down against my slit, my labia wrapping around his shaft like it was trying to devour him. When his cock was wet with my cum, he paused and looked me in the eye.

“I’ll put it inside you,” he said, “but you still can’t have it, Tanya. It belongs to my wife.”

Then I felt the head of his cock penetrate me. It was barely inside and already felt like it was stretching my pussy to the limit. Our eyes were locked together in mutual uncontrolled desire. I pulled down my dress to expose my boobs and firmly tweaked my left nipple.

Roy knew how to wield his weapon. He took his sweet time working it deep inside of me until our hips were pressing together. Holy fuck what a feeling. Roy’s was the biggest cock I’d ever seen with my own eyes, much less felt inside of me. He leaned down to kiss me but just before our lips touched I wrapped my arms and legs around him and whispered in his ear, “Now your cock belongs to me. Fuck me with my cock!”

Fuck me, he did. That massive thing ramming my tight little pussy made me cum yet again. Roy grabbed my waist and used me as his personal fuck doll, and I am not short in stature by any means. My god, that man is strong.

Suddenly he says, “If this cock belongs to you, Tanya, you’re going to have to prove it.” Then he pulled me up, and as he sat back Roy demanded, “Now you fuck me.”

Tanya was happy to oblige and man, did she put on a show.

After ripping off my dress, I pulled Roy’s legs forward and straddled him so he got the full view as I slowly squatted onto his throbbing cock. Then I sat fully on his lap, moving my hips back and forth, grinding our bodies together. Roy’s cock was so deep it was pressing on my cervix. He grabbed my tits with his hands and pinched my rock-hard nipples.

Roy’s eyes were seemed to turn an even brighter shade of blue. Then his hands were on my hips and he began using my body to fuck his own dick.

“Don’t you dare, cum, Roy!” I demanded. “Don’t you dare cum until I say you can cum.”

He didn’t even flinch before pleading, “But what if I can’t help myself? I want to cum so bad, Tanya.”

“Don’t you fucking dare!”

“Please, let me cum,” he playfully begged. I want to fill up your little pussy... MY pussy.”

That did it. I came again and let out a scream I was sure they heard all the way back at the theater in Portland. Panting and entirely out of breath I grunted, “Do. NOT. Fucking. Cum. It’s my cock and only I say when you can come.”

I had never been so completely out of my mind. Leaning over, I kissed Roy on the mouth and could taste my own juices. Then I maneuvered next to his ear and whispered, “You’re going to cum when I come and you’re going to fill me up using MY cock. Understand?”

“If you let me cum, my cock belongs to you.”

Roy knew the perfect thing to say to a girl. For a second, I felt as though Roy and I were connected in some magical way, almost like we could read each other’s minds. It felt like I was hallucinating or having some out-of-body experience. As waves of orgasm began to crest within my body, all I could do was look Roy in the eyes and nod. Unable to speak, I formed the words, “Cum NOW!” in my mind, and I swear to the living god that as soon as I had the thought, Roy immediately said, “Okay, Tanya.”

Suddenly, our bodies were entirely motionless. As Roy and I orgasmed in unison, eyes locked, I could feel his cock… sorry, MY cock pumping his hot cum deep inside my cunt. I knew in that instant that my pussy truly did belong to him and I was going to let him do anything to me he desired.

We held each other silently for a long time. I could feel Roy’s cum oozing out of my pussy and running down the inside of my legs. I looked over to the other end of the couch and Mr. Lucky was staring at me with his head cocked sideways.

Somehow Roy, that amazing specimen of a man, was still rock hard. The next four hours were some of the most memorable and exhausting of my entire life. But even after all of the fucking my pussy still craved Roy’s cock. Roy said the same about my pussy.

Later that evening, Roy got a text message from Stella saying she was diagnosed with COVID. It was a mild case but she was going to quarantine in a hotel for two weeks. I immediately flashed an evil grin imagining what was to come. My sister’s husband’s cock belonged to me and I was going to treat it a lot better than she did.

Many things happened over the following weeks that I cannot explain but I will save those events for another story. Needless to say, Roy and I formed a special connection that defies logic and reason. I’m almost afraid to tell the story because much of it sounds crazy. Would you like to hear it?