Make Me a Southern Sandwich Please

This is just a little fantasy of mine that I developed after having a conversation with my brother's hot little wife. Not sure how other writers get their inspiration, but most of mine develop from real situations that I expand on or wish had gone another way. XOXO Tiff

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I got a call from my little brother recently, of course he is only little in the relative sense of the word. He was coming into town for a job interview and wanted to get together. He was also looking for a place to stay, since they weren't exactly offering him the keys to the kingdom and he was planning on bringing his wife.

Delighted, I took a 3 day weekend so I could spend time showing them around and catching up.

My brother is almost 23, dark hair and grey eyes. He's a regular gym guy and although he is well developed, he's not overly muscled. Funny, smart and sensitive, in a word he's a catch. One of those all around good guys, but handsome and I guess the best word is manly. Not sure how he got that way with a house full of girls growing up, but there it is. The thing about Steve is that he's just one of those guys that make a lot of girls cream their panties.

Some of my girlfriends certainly thought so.

He got married 6 months ago to a hot little number. They were going to the same college, had some of the same classes and I guess hit it off. At least enough, that they got married 3 years later. She was blonde and blue eyed. A tight little package all the way from Mississippi.

Anna Beth was the typical southern belle stereotype. I mean look at her name, right? Every time I spoke with her I was constantly looking for an opportunity to say "Frankly my dear I don't give a damn!" or "My stars! Your poor old Grandaddy would be rollin' in the grave if he could see the likes of what you been up to!"

Sometimes I can be pretty corny.

I hadn't seen Steve or Beth since their wedding and was looking forward to their first visit.

They arrived on Thursday night, about 4 hours before I expected them, so I hadn't really gotten much done in preparation for their visit it. I went grocery shopping and had just started cleaning the house when they pulled up.

We spent the night catching up and I noticed that it was getting late and that they were pretty tired, so we decided to call it a night. We figured to have the Friday evening plus the weekend to hang out so we weren't in any big hurry.

There was no way I could put them in my spare bedroom. It's more of an office with a day bed, that's only real purpose is to make the room look furnished. The bed is only a twin, so I offered up my own bedroom for the weekend, which they reluctantly accepted.

Getting myself ready for bed, I cursed softly. I'm a pretty sexual girl, seldom going more than a day without masturbating. However standing in my spare bedroom with my shirt off I realized 2 things.

First, I left all my vibrators in my bedside table, which hey no big deal, I have fingers. But I would have liked to put them up some place. Not that I expected them to be snooping but there was one in particular that I thought might embarrass them.

Second thing was, that I didn't change my sheets and since I had masturbated that morning, I'm pretty sure that they smelled like pussy.

Peeking out into the hall I noticed that there was no light shining under my bedroom door. Figuring that they might be too tired to notice I went back to bed. I would change them in the morning.

We all slept in late.

I stumbled into the kitchen and began making breakfast. It was actually closer to lunch but let's not quibble, ok? Let's just call it brunch.

Beth came in next, her hair tousled from sleep. An MSU shirt on that was obviously Steve's. Her bare legs looked as smooth as silk. She was absolutely adorable.

She gave me a sleepy smile and said, "Steve's going to jump in the shower." It came out sounding like "Steve gonna jump in the shour."

God I love that accent.

"Morning, did you sleep ok?" I asked.

"Morning Tiffany. Like a log. Can I help with anything?"

"Nope." I pointed to my counter bar stool. "You just sit there. I got it!"

And she did. Looking just a purty as a peach! See two could play that game.

Steve came out soon after, hair still wet. He kissed his wife on the lips, me on the cheek and helped himself to a cup of coffee. He still hadn't put a shirt on and If anything he was even more ripped than I remembered.

"Morning sis! What's on the agenda for the day?" He asked.

"You tell us. What time will you be back?" I said.

"Depends on how it goes I guess. I would expect to be home before 5 though."

"Ok, well tonight I figured we could grill out and then maybe hit the town?"

"Sounds good sis! Beth?"

"You know I'm up for anything babe." She said it with a smile.

We made small talk until it was time for Steve to leave.

When Beth announced she was going to take a shower. I figured I had a perfect opportunity to move my toys and change my sheets.

I gave her a few minutes to get in there, then I began stripping my sheets. Right away I noticed that yes they did smell like pussy and not just mine. There was certainly evidence that my brother and sister in law may not have been as tired as I thought.

Taking the sheets I dumped them in the washer to start later. And grabbed some new ones.

Heading back to my room. I put on the new sheets. Then I gathered up the toys to stash in the spare bedroom closet.

That's when the bathroom door opened. Beth stepped out in just a towel and nearly walked right into me.

She said something that sounded like "yipe!" and then we both started laughing.

She looked at my arms full of toys and started laughing even harder.

"Where are you going with all that, Tiff?" She asked.

"I was going to move them into the spare bedroom. So as not to embarrass you...or myself for that matter."

"Why on earth would that embarrass me?" She seemed genuinely perplexed.

"I don't know. Seemed possible, I guess."

"Tiffany honey, I was strumming my own fiddle long before I met your brother!"

And we both laughed.

"Wow quite the collection you got here."

And it was - 2 vibrators, an anal vibe, a dildo and a strap-on. What can I say? A girl likes variety.

"Is this what I think it is?" she asked touching my strap-on harness and attachment.

"I guess that depends on what you think it is?"

"Is it for fucking girls?" Which sounded like "gurls".

"Yes or boys if they like that kind of thing."

"Of course." She looked at the little anal vibe and blushed.

"You can put them back or take them with you if you want. Now that I have seen them, I mean."

What was I to do? I didn't want her thinking I needed to use one that night. So I put them all back in the drawer.

Later that afternoon we were drinking tea on the porch, chatting and waiting on Steve to get back. Beth, her hair in a thick loose braid had her bare feet propped on the rail. A red halter top and some short shorts completed the look.

Did I say short? I meant tiny. If they were any shorter they would have disappeared. Her bare legs were so distracting, that I had to remind myself several times that this was my brother's wife.

She got a call from Steve. The gist of it was that the interview was a rousing success. They liked him so much that they were going out for dinner and then drinks.

Seeing that she was a little hurt that he didn't ask her to come, I grabbed her hand and said, "let's go!"

"Where?" she asked allowing me to pull her up.

"Out. We are going out to eat and then some place to have fun!"

She laughed. "Ok, but just so you know I don't put out on the first date...Unless you're buying me lobster!"

"Seafood it is!" I said.

Dressing up was fun. We put on music and danced around, just being silly. I let her try on some of my clothes. She hadn't really brought much, only expecting to be gone a few days.

I sighed looking at her underwear collection.

"What?" she asked.

"Your bras and panties. Is this what you brought?" I asked.

"Well...yeah?"

"Don't you have anything sexier?"

Her panties were all bikini cut, cotton and about as exciting as a hardware commercial.

"Like what? I mean I have some, but Steve always says he prefers me naked!" She laughed.

"Would it be weird if I offered you some of mine? They are clean. Really no different than borrowing a swim suit!"

Opening up my drawer I showed her my lingerie. I pulled out one set, a cream and black colored thong with matching bra.

"Here try this on. I wear them with that really cute sun dress I thought you might like!"

The color was high in her cheeks and her eyes were shining bright. I thought she was going to refuse but then, "ok" was all she said.

Damn, I thought. This is going to be fun.

Deciding to see just how open minded my sister in law really was. I decided to change right there. Pulling off my yoga pants and comfy shirt. I slipped on my bra. She was staring at me.

"Are you going to change?" I asked.

"Oh yeah" she smiled.

For myself I wore my favorite jeans. They ride really low on my hips. So low that the little straps of my white panties rise above them giving me a sexy whale tail. I chose a white tank top and decided to mirror her loose braid.

She took off her halter top and bra. I figured she was roughly the same size as me so fit shouldn't be a problem. She then shimmied out of her shorts and panties. She had to shimmy because her shorts were just too damn tight.

Stunning.

She had little patch of pale blond pubic hair. Her pussy was one of those long slit, small lips type, that I just love to eat.

She slid on my panties, then the bra and went and looked in the mirror.

"Oh. I haven't worn anything this nice since the wedding," she said.

"You look fantastic!" I said coming up behind her and handing her the dress. "Let's go!"

We went to a really fun place I know down by the river. The restaurant has a bar attached that really gets lively as the night wears on. We both had lobster.

After dinner we had drinks at one of the tables in the bar. The bar wasn't really hopping yet but people started trickling in as the night wore on.

We must have turned down drink offers from a half dozen guys. Finally after the last two, a couple of clean cut college age guys, I put my hand on Beth's and said "we're together guys!" Loudly enough that the whole bar heard.

Beth laughed.

I had't had a chance to really sit down with Beth like this before, it was enlightening.

Outside of her beautiful exterior, she had a great sense of humor, with an intelligence that belied the southern stereotype. She also had an adventurous streak far different than her girl next door look.

The bar was beginning to get crowded, the music getting louder and more upbeat. New patrons coming in, many of whom hadn't heard my earlier statement. I had been in the bar many times in the past, but usually my body language and actions made it pretty clear that the girl I was with, I was actually "with".

Evidently two pretty girls sitting together, just talking, was like a couple of t-bones to a room full of starving lions.

Finally grabbing Beth's hand I pulled her out onto the dance floor.

Now I have danced with many girls and dancing with my girl friends is quite a bit different than dancing with my "girlfriends."

Anna Beth danced with me almost like she was my girlfriend. I had to remind myself once again that this was my little brothers wife. She was grinding up against me, face close to my own, hand on my butt, a flirtatious smile on her face.

I could feel her ass cheeks through the thin material of the dress. I reflected on the fact that she was wearing my panties. Spinning around she began grinding her ass against my pelvic area. She was having fun pretending that we were more than just friends.

I was wet.

Who am I kidding, I was soaked.

Many of the guys in the room were staring at us with an almost comical look of lust.

Holding hands we went back to our table. I was worried for a moment, since we had basically fled to the dance floor leaving our purses on the table. They were still there luckily, I sighed with relief.

Beth opened her mouth to say something and her phone rang. I hadn't realized how late it was getting. But figured that most likely it was Steve wondering where we had disappeared to.

She hung up. "That was Steve, wondering we disappeared to. The whole thing went really well. He's not drunk but definitely feeling no pain. He's taking an uber home"

"Ok" I sighed, thinking it was probably for the best. "Let's get going!"

I couldn't wait to get home and give my pussy the much needed workout it desired. I wished I had moved my toys like I had planned. I wished that this hot little piece weren't my sister in law. I wished that I could kiss her. I wished! God how I wished.

We got in the door giggling like a couple of school girls. Beth went back to my bedroom only to come out with a puzzled look.

"He's not in there!" she said.

"What?!" My first thought was panic.

"Oh he's in here!" She laughed. She was looking into the spare bedroom. "He must have forgot, you gave us your bedroom!"

Heading over I looked in to see Steve flat on his back lying on the bed. He was fully clothed except for his shoes. His big frame looked ridiculous on the little bed. He was breathing heavy in the rhythm of deep sleep.

I laughed, "How on earth does he expect you to sleep in there?"

"Let him sleep, you and I can share. Your bed is more than big enough." She stated.

"Of course" I said. What I was thinking was..Now how in the hell am I going to give my aching pussy the relief it needs?

I went to lock up and set the coffee pot timer. Grabbing a couple of waters, I entered my bedroom to see that Beth was still in the bathroom.

I got a sleep shirt out of my dresser and wondered if I couldn't sneak a vibe into the bathroom with me once Beth got out.

Just then the door opened.

"All yours!" Beth said.

She was gorgeous. With or without makeup. Face freshly scrubbed. She was in a another oversize shirt. This one had a picture of a giant kitty face with the caption "I love my Pussy" written on it. She was glowing.

"Nice shirt!" I laughed.

Looking down at the front she chuckled, "Steve's idea of a joke. I was unsure about the dress, so I hung it on the back of the door."

"Ok!" I headed into the bathroom and shut the door.

I started removing my makeup, thinking how pretty Beth looked with or without.

Don't get me wrong. I'm pretty. Natural red hair, green eyes and tanned skin at odds with my hair color. I have a good body, my tits are firm and I have a great ass. But Anna Beth was just naturally blessed with a great body, good looks and fantastic skin.

Moving onto my teeth, I looked at the back of the door. The sun dress that I had loaned her was hanging on a hangar from a hook.

The bra and panties I loaned her were on another hangar.

Hmmmm. Curiouser and curiouser.

Why would she do that? It occurred to me that maybe she thought I separated my underthings. Either way...

I finished brushing my teeth. Then changed into my sleep shirt. I left my panties on, but removed everything else. Judging by the state of my own panties, I couldn't help but wonder. Reaching out I touched the crotch of the thong, that up until so recently, had been nestled against my sister in laws pussy.

It was drenched.

The gusset of the panty was slick with an impressive amount of girl cum.

I brought my fingers to my nose and inhaled.

God she smelled so good. My other had reached into my own very wet panties.

"Tiff? You done in there?" Beth called softly through the door.

Snatching my hand out of my panties I opened the door.

"I was just getting ready to turn out the light!" she smiled.

Flipping the switch I hopped into bed.

She snuggled close to me. "Thanks for showing a girl a good time, Tiff!"

"No problem" I croaked. Her smell was driving me crazy. No way in hell would I be able to sleep with the ache between my legs and her smell in my brain.

I fell asleep.

I woke to a sound of a moan. At first I thought it was me, then I looked over at Beth.

She was flat on her back. Eyes closed. Her right arm thrown back and the other up by her face. She had the knuckle on that hand between her lips and I couldn't tell if she was biting on it or sucking. Her legs were splayed out and slightly bent.

My hand was laying between her legs. My middle finger pressing into her pussy through the damp cotton of her pink panties.

I had been rubbing her pussy in my sleep.

"Ummmm" she let out a low moan. I figured she was sleeping, dreaming of Steve. I attempted to remove my hand, but she grabbed my wrist with her right hand and ground her pussy against my fingers. "Keep going. Don't stop!" She moaned.

Right about then all rational thought left my body. Her pussy was so hot and wet, It was a wonder it didn't burn me. She was humping her hips on my fingers. Legs bent and pushing against the bed.

I'm not sure if she started removing her panties first or if I attempted to pull them down and she decided to help. Either way, together we got them off of one leg and down to her ankle on the other. Where she left them. Had I actually thought that those panties weren't sexy? They certainly looked sexy still wrapped around one leg.

Sliding down I brought my face close to her wet pussy. Her hand went to the back of my head and her legs spread even wider.

That was all the invitation I needed.

I leaned in and took a long slow lick. She tasted...she tasted like the first pussy I ever tasted. Sweet and tangy and addictive. I couldn't get enough.

With a groan I licked her again and again. Her hand on the back of my head was insistent. Her moans hungry. Her hips would rise a little each time I licked up her slit.

"Oh god. Oh god." Her voice had risen a few octaves and now I was certain she was biting her knuckle.

My tongue was as far inside her as it would go. Her hand on the back of my head felt almost like she was trying to push my whole head inside of her.

Instead I inserted a finger into her and began rubbing her G spot. My tongue lightly stroking her clit.

"Oh god...it feels so good!" She exclaimed. "Please? Please?"

I wasn't what sure what she was asking for, so I attacked her clit and she began to buck. "Oh. Oh. Oh. Cumming. Oh sweetie you're making me cum."

I lapped it up as fast as it flowed from her. Her orgasm seemed to last forever.

Finally her hips came to rest. I kissed her pussy one final time and watched her catch her breath.

Finally. "Come here you!" She was looking at me and smiling.

I made my way back up her body until I was lying between her legs my face close to hers.

"Wow! I've never...I've never done this before." She was smiling and stroking my hair. "I never even kissed a girl before!"

She looked like she needed to be kissed. So I did. Her lips were soft, her tongue gently massaged my own. I heard her groan. Then she was kissing my chin, the side of my jaw, the top of my lip. I realized she was cleaning up her juices, tasting herself on my skin.

"Now you have." I said.

"Let me taste you."

"You don't have to Beth."

"What? But I want to. Besides I'm not the kind of girl who doesn't reciprocate. You made me cum so good! It's only fair I return the favor! Just let me know if I'm doing it right."

"Oh Beth! I just meant..."

"Shhh!" she said. She was trying to slide my panties down but it was impossible with me lying on top of her. "We need to get these off you though!"

I helped pull them down to where I could slip my legs out of them. I thought she meant for me to lay down next to her but she didn't let go of me.

"How...?" I began.