Sister-in-law

Bill’s ready to punch a wall when his wife disappears with some rich prick and leaves him holding the empty marriage certificate. Then the doorbell rings and in struts her sister—same face, none of the bullshit. He spills everything: the credit-card max-out, the mystery suitcase, the taillights vanishing down the driveway. Instead of the expected slap, the sister steps closer, eyes dark with a smile that says she always knew her sibling was a cheat. She peels off her coat, says she’s stayed too long in her sister’s shadow, and now she wants payback in skin. Bill gets yanked onto the couch, her thighs already straddling him before he can blink. They fuck like the house is on fire—his hands gripping her ass, her hips slamming down until the cushions squeak, both of them growling curses that would’ve made the missing wife blush. She comes first, loud and smug, then drops to her knees and finishes him with a hot, greedy mouth that doesn’t miss a drop. When it’s over she licks her lips, asks if he wants round two upstairs, and grins like she plans to stay a lot longer than her sister ever did.