Thanks to the pandemic, my wife and her sister who were never all that close are getting much closer and we owe it all to technology, specifically one of the video chat applications.
Several months ago my wife's sister found this app and decided to have video chats with us every couple of weeks. It was a new experience for all of us and we started to look forward to some human contact as we all spent time hiding from the virus. The event that really brought us closer happened a few weeks ago.
It started when I got a text from Candy. Candy is my wife Cindy's sister. Don't laugh, their parents were not that creative so those are the names they got stuck with. She was the one that sets up the video calls and she normally chats with us via text messages to make sure we are all set a couple hours early. The text from Candy was on a text chat with just the two of us and was pretty simple: 'Ready?'
I was at the grocery store and had just pulled in when my phone pinged. I glanced at it. A minute or two later after I had parked, I pulled up the text chat app and replied: 'I will be. Cindy is running around with her friend Carole, so it will just be me today.'
A minute later as I went into the store my phone pinged again. Candy: 'Me too. Bill went golfing. Think we have time to get drunk and silly by then?'
I replied: 'Speak for yourself, I am always silly.' Then added a smiley face emoji.
I spent some time getting groceries with a big shit eating grin hiding under my mask thinking about Candy. Cindy and Candy are definitely sisters. Both of them are tall, blonde and sexy as hell. One of the legacies from their father besides being able to eat anything and not gain weight, was that neither could have kids. I'm not a doctor so I can't explain it, but it is apparently a genetic issue they got from their old man. So both families are childless. Which also means neither sister got the 20+ extra kid pounds or the kid belly or the saggy kid boobs. So while Candy is 41 and Cindy is 39, both have the figures of much younger, very hot women. Cindy is always going on about how Candy got fuller boobs and according to Bill, Candy is always going on about how Cindy got the shapelier butt. I don't know, tastes great, less filling = win + win in my book.
I know it is never going to happen but I have been known to spank the monkey while thinking about getting Candy naked and having my way with her. So I was a happy little camper thinking about my sis-in-law while grabbing grub for the week.
I was just checking out when my phone pinged again. I decided to wait until I was in the car. That turned out to be an excellent move. I would have freaked out if I had been in the store and the picture Candy texted me had come up on my phone. It was a close up of a large wine glass full of red wine nestled between her naked boobs. HOLY SHIT!!! I had dreamed about checking out her girls for years and here they were right in front of me. They did look a little bigger than Cindy's. Maybe a little touch of sag, but HOT DAMN they looked fine to me. They would definitely get 5 stars on any of the boob rating porn sites I periodically browse.
Ok. She upped the ante. Now I had to pull out my A game. Think guy, how to reply. My brain fired up and I started to get creative.
I don't know how I got home alive. I remember being in the parking lot and then pulling into the driveway at home. I must have driven on autopilot while hatching my response. I decided to be subtle. I put my phone down and took a photo across my lap so she could see the tent in my pants. It took 3 tries, but I finally got the pic I was looking for, so I sent it with the caption, 'Now look what you did!'
A reply from Candy came back instantly: 'LOL'
I loaded the groceries into the house and was mostly done with putting them away when her next entry pinged on my phone. My eyes damn near came out of my head. FUUUCK! It was a shot from between her knees looking in at some really sheer lacy panties. You could just see the tips of her fingers pulling the material into a very revealing camel toe with a small damp spot. I had to blow the picture up and looking at it I couldn't see any shadow of pubic hair so either she is very blonde down there or she is a shave tail. Oh my god. My mind is exploding.
How do I top that? Can I get away with rubbing one off while on the video call or should I do it before? What if I got on the call in my polo shirt and boxers and "accidently" stood up? Or just my polo shirt? How far can we go with this teasing? Would she blow the whistle and blab to Cindy? What if I am thinking with my dick and I take it too far?
I went into the bathroom and splashed some cold water on my face to try and get control. That was when the inspiration for my reply hit me. I set myself up in front of the bathroom mirror. I made sure nothing I didn't want was in the picture. That meant sweeping all the toothpaste and soap and shit down to the other end of the counter. I cleaned the mirror with glass cleaner and then stood in front. I unbuckled my pants and unzipped about three quarters down. Carefully I peeled the pants so the fly opened in a V- shape with the jeans peeled back like scrollwork. In the valley of the V, I exposed my boxers. I slid the pants and the boxers down together so that the head of my cock was just peeking out. I zoomed the camera in and framed the picture just right and snapped a few shots off. The first six weren't right but the seventh was perfect.
Bringing up the text app, I sent the new picture with the caption, 'Looking forward to seeing you'.
I looked at my watch and it was about 2 minutes to show time. Just enough time to go get ready. Ping. I looked at my phone. It was picture of a towel laying on what I suppose was a bed. Laid out on the towel were a realistic silicon dong, a rabbit style vibrator, a black teardrop thing with a stem and two different bottles of lube. The caption read: 'I'm ready are you?'
The gauntlet was thrown again. I quickly ran to the bedroom and threw a towel down and threw a bottle of lube, a bottle of whiskey and a box of tissues on top. Snapping a picture, I texted the picture back to Candy with the caption: 'Ready, willing and able.'
Rolling the towel up, I headed down to the den where my laptop was. My hands were shaking so I decided it was time for a shot to calm the nerves. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a large shot glass and a bottle of water and got back in time to see the video chat app ping on my computer. Pouring a shot and quickly slugging it down I shook my head and shivered. I don't often take liquor straight so it was bracing. Good old liquid courage. Starting the video chat app, it popped up and the image focused in on Candy's face. "Hey Bob," she said with her face breaking into a big grin. "I hope you didn't mind my being silly with you today. I was horny this morning and Bill blew me off, so I was feeling a little pissed off and decided to get a little naughty."
"Hi Candy," I replied. "No reason to feel bad. I loved the pictures. And to be honest, I've always wanted to see what you hide under those blouses. Plus, I loved the challenge of trying to figure out how to respond."
She giggled and lifted her glass and took a big swig. I picked up the shot glass, poured another shot, held it up in front of the camera and downed it.
Whew. That wasn't so bad this time.
"So what is Cindy doing? You said she was going out with Carole? But what are they doing? They can't be going shopping? Nobody goes to stores these days," Candy rapid fired her questions off like machine gun bullets. It was almost like she was nervous.
"From what she said, Carole is looking at some houses. Her brother is thinking about moving here and he sent her a list of houses he was interested in. Apparently, on the internet every house looks like a fucking mansion. Oops. Sorry. Like an awesome, great, wonderful mansion." Oh crap. The whiskey was really getting me relaxed.