Secret Sister-In-Law

Jane walks into the massage spot and Lilly greets her. Jane says she wants a massage but has no idea what they offer, she's just wrecked from the last few weeks and needs to chill. Lilly keeps it light and suggests the NURU, body-sliding and slicker than any regular rub. Jane shrugs and says sure. Lilly takes her to the back room, runs through the routine—strip, quick shower, then on the mat—and asks if Jane wants privacy while undressing. Jane just laughs and tells her to stay; she's about to be naked the rest of the session anyway. They chat, laughing easy, while they peel off their clothes and step under the warm water together. Lilly asks what’s stressing her out. Jane says her body’s fine, it’s her head that’s fried; she and her boyfriend eloped and her family flipped. They haven’t even told his side yet, so the whole thing’s been a headache. Lilly listens, nods, and says she gets why a massage sounds good. “Forget all that for now,” she tells her. Jane mentions her wedding ring and Lilly notices it’s pricey. Jane brags that her new husband’s a lawyer. Lilly perks up—her brother’s one too, works at some flash office downtown. Small world. The shower stays friendly, just soft soapy hands sliding over tits and ass, Jane sighing that it feels good like any shoulder rub. Once they’re clean they move to the mat and Lilly pours on the NURU gel, working the shiny stuff over both their smooth skin and perky breasts. Mid-conversation Lilly asks the husband’s name. Jane says it. Lilly freezes. Jane asks if something’s wrong and Lilly sits up, stunned. That’s her brother’s name. Jane gives an awkward little laugh. “Guess that makes us sisters-in-law.” Lilly can’t believe her brother kept it a secret. Jane apologizes but Lilly waves it off; she can keep work and family separate. Jane raises an eyebrow—does that mean they’re still doing the massage? Lilly points out they’re already naked, what’s the big deal. Jane hesitates. She recalls her husband once saying his sister’s a lesbian who used to steal his girlfriends. Lilly admits it happened back in the day, but claims she’s grown out of it. Jane still isn’t sold; she’s not even into girls. Lilly grins and makes a bet—if Jane lets her fuck her and still swears no girl beats what her husband does, Lilly will smooth things over with the family. Jane rolls her eyes, thinks a second, and agrees. No way Lilly’s that good. Lilly starts again, this time with real intent. Jane tries to stay stone-faced, but Lilly’s hands are too damn skilled. Soon she’s moaning, hips rocking while Lilly grinds on her, tongue working between her thighs. Jane’s losing the bet fast.