An adult stories – One day with Sister-in-law Ch. 04 by IwantBlackWidow,IwantBlackWidow We made our way up the stairs, entering the auditorium where a surprising sight awaited us. The entire theater was devoid of any audience. It was a puzzling sight, considering the usual excitement that surrounded Marvel movies.
Kylie remarked, “It seems like no one is particularly interested in this Marvel movie.”
I shrugged, feeling a sense of confusion as to why the turnout was so low. It was unusual for a highly anticipated film.
Kylie’s voice carried a hint of remorse as she spoke, “I’m sorry for what I did earlier, trying to protect you from Rachel.”
Her apology caught me off guard. I had expected to be the one offering apologies for involving her in my personal matters.
I responded, “You did what you felt was necessary. I appreciate your support.”
Kylie’s eyes held a hint of concern as she leaned closer and whispered, “Let’s keep this between us. If Vincent were to find out…”
Understanding her worry, I assured her, “Don’t worry, Kylie. I won’t breathe a word of this to anyone.”
We settled into our seats, with Kylie placing the popcorn tub on her lap. As trailers and advertisements played, not a single person entered our auditorium. However, to my dismay, Rachel unexpectedly appeared at the last moment and chose to sit right beside me.
In the entire theater, the seating arrangement had us placed as follows: Kylie, then me, and then Rachel. I found myself uncomfortably sandwiched between my ex-girlfriend and my sister-in-law.
Feeling uneasy, I looked at Kylie, silently expressing my concern. She nodded, indicating that I should try to ignore Rachel’s presence and focus on enjoying the movie instead.
With no possibility of changing seats due to the theater’s strict policy, we had no choice but to carry on. The film started, and Evangeline Lilly looked stunning in her bikini-clad Wasp costume, performing all the action sequences.
As the thrilling action continued on the big screen, Rachel’s hand unexpectedly touched mine, causing a brief distraction from the movie.
She pleaded, “Pat, listen to me.”
I replied, “Let me watch the movie first.”
Rachel persisted, “Just one thing, then you can do whatever you want.”
I asked, “What is it?”
Rachel confessed, “I booked all the remaining seats in the theater.”
Suddenly, everything made sense. The empty auditorium and the absence of other moviegoers were due to Rachel’s actions.
She continued, “I still love you, Pat. Please forgive me for all the pain I’ve caused you. I’m truly sorry, Pat. Take me back.”
I responded without hesitation, “I have a girlfriend now. I can’t do that.”
Kylie, engrossed in the film, remained oblivious to our conversation, fully immersed in the action on the screen.
Rachel, undeterred by my rejection, persisted in her attempts to win me back. She remarked, “Your girlfriend is so engrossed in the film that she doesn’t even notice you. Let me show you how to truly enjoy a movie.”
Her hand ventured towards my pants and began to rub it.
I firmly stated, “Rachel, stop this right now.”
Meanwhile, Kylie remained unaware of the unfolding situation, completely absorbed in the movie’s captivating storyline.
Realizing that Rachel’s actions were crossing all boundaries, I took hold of her hand and firmly pushed it away.
Unexpectedly, Rachel leaned in and kissed me, seeking to reignite the past. However, I did not reciprocate the gesture, gently pushing her away.
To my dismay, Kylie witnessed this unexpected display of affection between Rachel and me, potentially misinterpreting the situation as a reconciliation. Kylie, however, refrained from intervening, allowing me to handle the situation.
In an assertive voice, I exclaimed, “Enough, Rachel! I don’t want to be with you anymore! I have a girlfriend who means the world to me!”
Rachel, hurt by my rejection, fled away in tears.
Despite Kylie being engrossed in the movie, she glanced at me and expressed her disapproval, “You shouldn’t have yelled at her. It could have been a chance to reconcile, and she might have changed for the better. I’m not your actual girlfriend, Pat.”
I wanted to respond, to explain my feelings, but words failed me.
Throughout the movie, we sat in silence, with me even forgetting to enjoy the popcorn. Occasionally, our hands would unintentionally touch as we reached for popcorn simultaneously, but it felt like there was an invisible barrier between us. I couldn’t help but think that the kiss had changed everything, and not for the better.
As the moaning sounds emanated from the movie, depicting Evangeline Lilly’s character getting fucked in the ass by Hulk, “Fuckk. Aahhhh. Ahhhh. Ahhhh. Fuck my loser ass.”
While I glanced at Kylie, she watched the scene with a composed expression. It made me wonder if she was getting aroused at all.
I mustered up the courage to make a move, even though it felt nerve-wracking. After all, she had kissed me earlier, so there was a glimmer of hope. The movie theater seemed to be the only place where I could possibly make a move with her, so I decided to take the chance.
As we both reached for the popcorn, our hands met in the tub. I held her hand for a moment, hoping she would perceive it as a playful gesture.
I tried to initiate a conversation, hoping to tease and arouse her, “How’s the movie?”
She replied, “It’s nice. Although the sex part seems irrelevant to the story.”
I countered, “But many people come to watch these scenes.”
She responded, “I’m not that kind of person. I came today because I didn’t have anything better to do.”
Feeling emboldened, I suggested, “You should come more often.”
She remarked, “Then Hollywood should make better movies.”
I asserted, “You should come for more often for these movies… With me.”
She probably sensed lust in my eyes. But she ignored it and laughed.
She replied, “Go. Get your Kawksucker.”
Despite feeling incredibly aroused and tempted to push boundaries, I knew I had to be cautious about my actions. However, my desire was overwhelming, and I was willing to face the consequences.
I reached my hand into the popcorn tub again, waiting for her to place her hand in mine. When she did, I held it firmly, not letting go.
With a smirk, she asked, “Playing a game?”
Ignoring her question, I gently pulled her hand out, revealing a few popcorns in her palm. In a bold move, I leaned in and took a bite of the popcorns directly from her hand.
She looked at me with confusion, asking, “What was that?”
I replied, “I’m trying to open up. Then I’ll get a girlfriend, right?”
She corrected me, “That’s not what I meant.”
I was overwhelmed with desire for her, yearning to lick every inch of her body at that very moment.
In a commanding tone, I said, “Feed me the popcorn.”
Kylie dismissed my request, saying, “You’re not a kid.”
Undeterred, I insisted, “Remember how you called me your little brother in the car? Treat me like one now.”
Kylie seemed tired and frustrated, “Please calm down. It’s like you’re punishing me for everything that happened in the car.”
Ignoring her plea, I said, “Your little brother is hungry.”
Exhausted, Kylie finally relented, “Fine, I’ll feed you the popcorn. Now, let me watch the movie.”
As her eyes focused on the movie, mine were fixed on her fuckable face.
As her hand approached my mouth, I eagerly devoured the popcorn she offered.
Then she brought more popcorn, and this time, I seized the opportunity to lick her palm while eating the popcorn.
She warned me, “Don’t make my hand dirty.”
Kylie continued feeding me, oblivious to my subtle actions, as she remained engrossed in the movie. However, her attention shifted when she noticed that I wasn’t watching the film, but rather, I was focused on her.
A sense of unease swept over her. Did she suspect my true intentions?
She chuckled nervously, trying to play it off, “Patrick, watch the movie, not me. The popcorn is gone.”
Defiantly, I replied, “The real movie is playing right here,” and I gently poked my finger against her cheek.
Kylie’s words came out in a rush, her attempt to defuse the situation evident in her voice. “Alright, enough of this. It was just an act. Seems like you took it way too seriously. Let me call Rachel back, and then you can do whatever you wanna do.”
As she stood up from her seat, I instinctively pulled her back, causing her to land back in her place. The fear in her eyes was unmistakable, and I knew I had crossed a line.
“I don’t think I want to watch this movie anymore. I remembered something,” she said, her voice shaky.
“Okay, let’s go,” I replied, surprising both her with my ready compliance.
Taking her hand, I held it firmly, perhaps too tightly. I could sense the discomfort in her grip, but my emotions were running high, and I couldn’t seem to let go.
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We stepped outside the theater, and I suggested, “Let’s take a walk.”
Kylie looked at me incredulously, “Are you crazy? It’s 3 PM, and the sun is scorching hot. I don’t want to walk.”
I felt like shutting her mouth with my dick, but I composed myself, “Alright, let me book a cab.”
I moved away from her slightly, trying to maintain some distance as I made a call. The person on the other end answered, and I spoke with a hushed tone, “I have a job for you. You’ll be paid well. Just remember, she’s mine.”
I ended the call and walked back to Kylie.
Kylie looked genuinely concerned as she asked, “Are you okay, Patrick? You’ve been acting a little weird lately.”
I took a deep breath and decided to be honest, “The way you kissed me, it messed with my head.”
Her expression softened, and she asked, “How do you mean?”
Without hesitation, I replied, “I mean, I didn’t expect to feel anything, but the kiss felt good. Even better than anyone has ever kissed me before.”
Kylie’s eyes showed regret, “I am so sorry. It happened because I reacted quickly. To be honest, I didn’t feel a thing. It was just an act to save you.”
My desire for her grew, and I said with a hint of hunger, “Then save me again.”
Confused, she asked, “What!?”
I gathered my courage and repeated, “Just kiss me once more.”
She snapped, “No. This is wrong on so many levels.”
“I know,” I admitted, “and I’m sorry for putting you in this situation. But you said you’re sorry, and yet you’re not willing to do something in return.”
Her eyes filled with disbelief, “I can’t believe you’re saying this. I am your brother’s wife. I thought you always looked at me as a sister.”
I lied, “I did. But I can’t control what I’m feeling right now. Maybe one kiss would take all my pain away.”
Shaking her head, she firmly said no.
Determined, I gently took both of her hands in mine, “Just try, please.”
She attempted to release her hands from my grasp, “No, it can’t happen.”
I brought my mouth closer to hers, but she turned her head, and I ended up kissing her cheek instead. The taste of her skin only intensified my desire, but I knew I had to stop. This wasn’t right. But who wanted to do the right things anyway?
She pushed me away, her voice firm, “Enough, Patrick.”
Finally, the cab arrived, and she seemed relieved to go home and get rid of me. I couldn’t help but wear a mischievous grin as I knew what was about to happen next.
As we looked inside the cab, we saw that the backseat was filled with luggage, leaving no space for us to sit comfortably.
Kylie was visibly annoyed, “What kind of cab is this?”
The driver, who was my man, replied apologetically, “I’m sorry, ma’am. You two will have to adjust a bit.”
She protested, “No. You go. I will book another cab.”
The driver pleaded, “Please, ma’am. I haven’t earned a single penny today. Kindly get inside.”
Frustrated, she asked, “How are we gonna sit?”
The driver suggested, “You can sit on sir’s lap.”
She turned to look at me, and I shrugged, as if to convey that this was the only option available.
I sat inside the cab, and she reluctantly settled on my lap.
She carefully lowered herself onto my lap, I could sense her hesitation and discomfort. Her movements were cautious, and she tried to maintain a certain distance between us. Her body tensed up slightly, as if she was trying to create a barrier, even though her softness felt inviting against my thighs. It was evident that sitting so close to each other made her uneasy, but the lack of space in the backseat left us with no other option.
I couldn’t help but notice the striking contrast in size between her ample hips and my relatively smaller thighs. Her soft ass was undeniably large and curvaceous, almost overflowing from the limited space available on my lap.
The driver began the journey and tried to strike up a conversation, “What’s the relationship between you two?”
She started to answer, “Sis-”
I quickly intervened, “Boyfriend-girlfriend.”
She turned to me, clearly upset by my response.
The driver, seemingly unaffected by the tension, remarked, “You’re pretty lucky to have a thicc beauty like her.”
She snapped at the driver, “Hey, asshole, don’t you know how to treat women with respect?”
The driver shamelessly smiled, unfazed by her scolding.
She turned back to me and whispered, “This driver is utterly disgusting.”
I replied, trying to downplay the situation, “Well, that’s how some drivers speak. You might be overreacting.”
She retorted, “Overreacting? You lied about me being your girlfriend. Why would you do that?”
I hesitated for a moment before confessing, “I didn’t want to feel like a loser in front of him. I know it’s wrong, but I was just trying to save face.”
Annoyed, she said, “So, you keep advertising me as your girlfriend, even when I’m not. You’re nothing like the person you pretend to be in front of Vincent. Let me go home, and I’m telling him the truth.”
The driver interjected, “Hold onto your girlfriend tightly. There are a lot of thieves around here.”
I held Kylie’s stomach tightly, pulling her close, feeling its softness and warmth, my mind wandering to inappropriate thoughts about how her belly would jiggle if she were fucked hard.
Kylie seemed uncomfortable with my closeness, but she didn’t say anything, choosing to ignore it. Meanwhile, my dick was aching hard, and I knew it would be inside her if there were no clothes.
The driver, not understanding the underlying tension, placed his hand on Kylie’s thigh and squeezed it tightly, making an inappropriate comment, “Involve me too.”
Kylie’s patience reached its limit, and she slapped the driver hard on his cheek, fiercely scolding him, “Motherfucker.”
Unfazed by her reaction, the driver turned the car into a secluded alley, exacerbating the tense atmosphere.
He said with a leering grin, “If you were my mother, I would love to be one.”
Kylie yelled with anger and fear, “Stop the car!”
“Driver, enough of this nonsense. Just take us home,” I asserted firmly, obviously acting.
I subtly blinked at the driver, trying to convey a silent message.
However, the driver seemed to take offense at something Kylie said earlier and decided to cross all boundaries by grabbing her breast. I didn’t anticipate him going this far.
Kylie was understandably shocked and started to struggle, but the confined space of the car left her with little room to escape the driver’s grasp.
She said, pleading, “Let me go!”
Seeing her distress, I decided to take action and fake-punched the driver in the face, warning him to know his place.
Driver said, “My connections are with a big gangster, you know. And he doesn’t take disrespect lightly. Either give me a good show, or I’ll make sure you both regret crossing me.”
Kylie whimpered, “Please, let us go. We’ll give you money.
I commanded firmly, “Stop the car.”
The driver played tough, retorting, “I won’t.”
“Stop it, and we’ll find a solution,” I insisted, trying to reason with him.
Finally, he halted the car, and Kylie and I stepped out into the desolate road with no one in sight.
Suddenly, he brandished a gun, aiming it directly at us.
“Decide,” he coldly uttered, the threat lingering in the air.
Kylie, terrified and unable to run, pleaded with tears in her eyes, “Patrick, save me. I want to see Vincent and my baby. I don’t want to die.”
I gently caressed Kylie’s face and spoke softly, “I’m sorry, Kylie. There’s only one way out. We’ll have to give him a show.”
Without hesitation, she agreed, “Yes, I’ll kiss you. Let’s do it, and maybe this pervert will be satisfied. But please, just take me home.”