After bumping into my recently glowed-up sister-in-law at the SeaTac lounge, followed by a brief but delightful encounter where she gobbled me like a Thanksgiving turkey, I was now enjoying a post-nut, post-takeoff cocktail with her while we lounged in our business class seats.

My wife’s sister, Kerry, and I were flying together to a family destination wedding in Punta Cana. Karen, my wife, had flown ahead of me due to a last-minute issue at work that forced me to change my flight. And I’m so very glad that happened.

Kerry was ten years younger than my wife, and she’d blossomed from the nerdy bookworm phase of her teens into a living, breathing, vibrant goddess. Dark hair, beautiful eyes, supple skin, and a body that would make Aphrodite envious. And it was much more than simply a beautiful package - Kerry was highly intelligent, exquisitely articulate, and unabashedly sexual. In the brief period since we’d reconnected, I had noticed the immediate impact she had on all who entered her sphere. Man or woman, the attraction was nearly instantaneous, and in most cases, reciprocated.

And she was a huge tease. During boarding, her constant rubbing and touching, intentionally and accidentally, had me nearing the point of no return multiple times. I had to consciously work against her to ensure I wasn’t arrested for indecent behaviour. Fortunately, I was able to hold my bag in front of me to minimize any awkwardness with the flight crew.

We managed to find our seats and got ourselves situated. Since we were flying business class, we had a pair of connected pods. There was a privacy screen that you could raise or lower, depending on how friendly you want to be with your seatmate. In our case, that divider went as far down as I could push it. Once we were seated, Kerry rummaged around in her purse and then handed me a small remote control. It was a we-vibe, a brand that I had used with my wife many times.

I cycled through the settings until I heard her give a low growl and grip the armrests tightly. That was a good place to start, I figured. I left it on that speed until takeoff, and then as the rumble of the jets ramped up, I upped the intensity on the remote. Soon, Kerry was rocking back and forth in her seat, squeezing her legs together and grinding her teeth. She was glowing - a bit of flush on her cheeks, and a light sheen of sweat glistened on her.

Shortly after the plane leveled off, the flight attendant came to check on us to ask about drinks and lunch. I ordered for Kerry since she was a tad occupied. The badge on the flight attendant read ‘Saanvi’, and she was remarkably pretty. Light tan skin with deep dark eyes, her silky black hair neatly pinned under her cap. The uniform fit her snugly: professional yet provocative. She left us to continue her rounds, but the little grin on her face let me know she had an idea about what was going on.

I continued to play with the remote, enjoying the little bit of privacy the pods gave us to lightly touch and tease her. We kept our touching PG-rated since it was technically still a public space, but I could feel her temperature rising, bringing her closer and closer to release. And I kept her on the brink for as long as I could - call it payback for her constant teasing while we were boarding the flight. I finally dialed it down, giving her a moment to rest.

As the little tremors and spasms slowed for her, Kerry regained her composure. She sat up, gave me a deep kiss, then whispered into my mouth, “I want you inside me in five minutes. Meet me in the lav.”

She got up, and I enjoyed the fact that she was having a little difficulty finding her stride. Her legs were apparently jello, thanks to our little battery-powered friend.

I did my best to wait the full five minutes, but the moment I sat up, Saanvi returned with our food and drinks. “Sir, you’ll need to stay seated, please. The captain has let us know there’s turbulence ahead, so whatever you were going to do will have to wait.”

Disappointed, I sat down and waited for Kerry to return. A different attendant asked her to have a seat as well, due to the turbulence, and Kerry realized I wasn’t the reason we weren’t frantically embracing each other.

After the meal and another round of drinks, we were nestled into our seats, pretending to watch something on the screen while letting our hands roam the contours of our bodies.

I felt a light tap on my shoulder, and then a light breath in my ear. “Excuse me sir,” whispered Saanvi. “The captain has let us know that we shouldn’t expect any turbulence for the next hour or so. Now might be a good time to… stretch your legs.” I looked back at her, and she gave me a quick wink. Despite the whisper, Kerry must have intuited the message, as she almost ran to the front of the cabin.

A few minutes later, I gave a light knock on the lavatory door, which was opened in an instant, and a pair of hands were dragging me in. She had the door locked and my belt unbuckled before I’d even gained my balance. Before she could go any further, I pushed her hands away and lifted her onto the counter. Another nice thing about flying business class is that there’s a little more space in the bathroom.

“Lunch was delicious, but I’m really looking forward to dessert,” I said.

I undid her little plaid skirt and gently spread her legs while we enjoyed a passionate kiss. My fingers traced her curves, slowly finding their way inside her. I took my time to explore every inch. I kissed her cheeks, her ears, and down her neck, and then she pushed me away to remove her top, giving me full access to her amazing body. I licked and kissed my way down, gently biting her puffy pink nipples and teasing them with my tongue. I kept going down, and soon I was on my knees, my face buried between her legs. She must have shaven that morning because she was smooth as silk. I licked her labia, up one and down the other, then slid a finger back inside her. My tongue danced against her clit while my finger searched for that special place deep inside. I slid another one in, and soon found the spot that made her shake. While sucking and licking and nibbling her clit, my fingers twirled and twiddled, coaxing a series of orgasms from her. Each time she shuddered and sucked my fingers in deeper, until finally she pushed my head away and said “Stop teasing me - get that big cock out now and stick me with it.”

And moments later, I could feel those delicious lips wrapping around my throbbing knob, inching my way inside her as she engulfed me. We rocked against each other, her hands pulling my face to hers, then attacking me with kisses while we frantically found our rhythm. I’d love to say that I was able to stay like this for hours, but with the heat of the moment, the constant teasing leading up to this, and the fact that this was my gorgeous sister-in-law, I was ready to explode far too soon. I felt another orgasm travel through her, and that was it. I was at my limit and I told her. She didn’t say a word, but I felt her legs wrap around my ass as she pulled me in closer, locking me in position to unload into her.

And my god, did I ever.

I sent shot after shot deep inside her, and she continued to tremble along with me with each barrage. Finally, we paused, holding each other up while trying to catch our breath. I kissed her again, slowly, passionately, and deeply - enjoying nothing but the raw sexuality of the moment.

Finally I pulled out, watching my gift leak out of her onto the bathroom counter. We cleaned up quickly, and then she snuck out of the lav and back to her seat. A few moments later, I did too. Saanvi saw me returning to my seat and gave me a quick smirk with a raised eyebrow. I’m sure that she’s seen more than a few lovers make a sneaky return to their seats.

For the rest of the flight, we languished in our pods. Lightly stroking each other, pretending to watch the screen, and simply enjoying the post-orgasm bliss.

We had a scheduled short layover in Miami, but when we looked out the windows after landing, the palm trees were just about bent in half from the oncoming winds. As we were leaving the plane, the flight crew let us know that unfortunately, due to the storm, our layover would be extended until the next morning

Saanvi came over to tell us that the flight crew was often put up in the Miami International Hotel, and she had always found the rooms to be of excellent calibre and the bar to be an elegant place to enjoy a beverage with a friend - or two.

If you’d like to hear more about my adventures with Kerry - and Saanvi - please let me know.