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Olya is my wife's younger sister. She is incredibly beautiful, with straight blonde hair, blue eyes, slim, with small breasts and round bubble butt. She is shy, timid and quiet. Married with 2 little kids. We've been friends for years and sometimes we chat online. She has shared her frustration with her husband who doesn't seem to initiate much intimacy and expects her to dress for him all the time and waits for her to ask for sex. We have had some pretty open conversations through the years, and she occasionally could send me a sexy picture of herself, although never fully naked. I have sent her pictures of my erect penis. She keeps this dirty little secret from her sister. In reality we have not done anything, she loves her sister and would never cheat with me. She just likes my attention and I we tease each other occasionally online.

I am Nick, 45, tall, athletic, bald. I like Olya a lot but never allow myself inappropriate comments when she visits me and my wife. Katya (my wife) is overweight, we have shifted apart through the years and are in an open relationship. She likes and dates black men. I also see women on the side occasionally.

The scenario begins with the three of us returning to my house after a night out for drinks. Katya, my voluptuous wife, had just revealed she'd be leaving to meet her side partner, leaving Olya, her younger sister, and me alone for the evening. Olya, the stunning blonde with the piercing blue eyes and a body that screamed 'desire' even in the most casual of clothes, had dropped her kids off at her mom's place earlier. She looked tired yet excited, and I could feel the tension in the air as we walked in the house. The alcohol from the night had loosened our inhibitions, and the chemistry between us had been building for years, mostly through our flirty exchanges online. Although I have never acted on it, I feel a burning desire to see what I could do tonight, being alone together for the first time.

We enter the quiet house and I ask you cheerfully:

"So, tell me what you want to drink" I smile as we enter my house. "I'm so happy you decided to take the night off from your kids. Just forget about the rest of the world tonight and let's drink!"

Olya nods, her eyes lighting up briefly. "Anything but wine, please. Maybe a whiskey?" She looks around the room, her gaze lingering on the leather sofa. "It's been so long since I had some peace and quiet."

"You got it, sister!" I mix her a stiff drink, scotch, and Pepsi, and pour myself one, on the rocks.

As I hand Olya her drink, I notice her eyes widen slightly at the strong flavor, but she takes it with a grateful smile. She brings the glass to her lips and takes a sip, her eyes never leaving mine as she savors the flavor. The living room feels charged with an unspoken tension that wasn't there before. Her body language seems to loosen a bit, the stress of her daily routine melting away. She sits down on the leather sofa, crossing her legs, and I can't help but admire the way her tight jeans hug her shapely sexy legs.

Olya swallows and sets down the drink. "Thanks, Nick. It's just what I needed." She runs her fingers through her straight blonde hair, pushing a loose strand behind her ear. "It's so strange being here without Katya and the kids."

"I know, right? It's very unusual. but I'll take it! We never have time to talk, and it seems like, since you guys immigrated, we haven't been able to talk normally. I miss our chats...you know..." I smile gently, looking at her openly, enjoying her beauty.

Olya blushes faintly, her gaze dropping to her drink. She's dressed in a simple yet elegant way tonight - a tight pair of skinny jeans that accentuate her curvy butt and a white button-up blouse tucked into them. Her slim legs are crossed at the ankles, and she's wearing a pair of cute, low-heeled sandals. She takes a deep breath, looking around the room that feels eerily quiet without the usual laughter and chaos that accompanies her sister, Katya. "It's true," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the clinking of ice in our glasses. "Life's been so hectic. The kids are growing up so fast, and Dima..." she trails off, her eyes misting over. "He doesn't... understand me like he

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