I can tell you that I wish I were only eight inches tall so I could attempt to a, a, get her in my clutches and kiss her into oblivion.But I digress, ...s this is an attempt to let my readers know how nuts this miniature temptress is. She is not with me every moment of the day. She picks and chooses when she wishes to visit. I may need to finish writing something, even a business proposal and she will have vanished. Doing what I have no idea as she does not confide in me of her personal life. She. I went to the bathroom next to our rooms where were sleeping. It was a bit out of the way of the back door and kitchen where the group was. Upon entering the bathroom, I quickly unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out. I began stroking it and getting it hard, hoping that my sister in law would show up. I was nervous but excited at the same time. I couldn’t waste time if she did show up, so my plan was to fully hard and ready to go. Then it happened. I heard a faint knock on the door. I opened. Whilst I had not succeeded in bedding her, I was going to try again. That thought made a shiver run down my back. What if she gets angry? What if she says no, or even worse what if she tells father about it? I consoled myself that she won’t tell dad, but she might get angry and say no, what’s there to lose.She was in the kitchen having just finished cooking dinner as she was working the night-shift. She was just finishing up the washing.I was seated in front of the TV but my eyes were fixed on. ” “Hon,” I replied, do you want me to fuck you here, on the stairway?” “No, I have a better place in mind where we will be much more comfortable.” “Where?’ “Just follow me down the stairs. I’ve found a storage room where excess mattresses for hospital beds are stored.” “Lead the way, Hon,” I replied. We stood up, Edna took my hand in hers, we went down another flight of stairs and down the hallway until we came to a door with the word “STORAGE” on it. “Here it is, Phil," she said, as she opened.