**Dinner with Michelle**

I didn’t plan for this to happen. Michelle, my sister-in-law, had always been flirty—just enough to make me wonder, but never enough to cross the line. But tonight, with the family gathered in the dining room, laughter and plates clinking, something shifted.

I’d gone into the kitchen to grab another beer when she followed me, her hips swaying slightly in those tight jeans. The moment the door swung shut behind her, she smirked. “You’ve been staring all night,” she murmured, leaning against the counter.

I swallowed hard. “Not on purpose.”

“Liar.” She took a step closer, her fingers trailing down her own stomach, stopping just above the waistband of her jeans. “You wanna see what’s got you so distracted?”

My dick was already stiffening at the way she was looking at me—like she knew exactly what she was doing.

Before I could answer, she unbuttoned her jeans and peeled them down just enough to reveal smooth skin and the edge of black lace panties. “Touch me,” she whispered.

Fuck.

I dropped to my knees right there on the kitchen floor, hands sliding up her thighs as she hooked one leg over my shoulder. The scent of her hit me first—sweet and musky, already wet through the thin fabric. I pressed my mouth against her pussy through the lace, tasting her. She sucked in a sharp breath, fingers tangling in my hair.

“Oh my god,” she gasped as I tugged her panties aside, exposing her swollen clit. I didn’t waste time—I licked a slow, firm stripe from her slit to her clit, swirling my tongue just where I knew she liked it.

Her legs trembled, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. “Fuck, yes—just like that,” she breathed, grinding against my mouth.

I hooked two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and she jerked against me, her cunt tightening around my fingers. “Shit, don’t stop,” she begged, her hips rocking faster as I sucked her clit between my lips.

I could hear the muffled conversation from the dining room, the clatter of silverware, the laughter—but all I cared about was the wet heat of her pussy on my tongue, the way her thighs squeezed my head as she got closer.

“I’m gonna come,” she whimpered, her voice shaking.

I doubled down, fucking her with my fingers as I licked and sucked, relentless. Her body tensed, then she came hard, her pussy pulsing around my fingers as she stifled a cry.

She sagged against the counter, panting, her fingers still gripping my hair. “Fuck,” she whispered, looking down at me with hooded eyes. “We are *so* doing that again.”

I licked my lips, still tasting her. “Yeah,” I agreed, grinning. “We definitely are.”