Facing My Sister
I was glad my roommate was away for the weekend. I didn’t want to be around anyone. After my brother-in-law left the day before, I stayed in. The apartment was my cocoon. In my bed, I slept and thought and cried. I was sad and confused. I’d had sex with my sister’s husband. How could I? What if my sister and family found out?
I finally got out of bed and showered. In the shower, my muscles sore, I could still feel his hands on me, still feel him inside me. Moments before, I was crying in bed tears of shame and guilt… in the shower I was aroused thinking of him, remembering what it felt like being with him. My emotions were all over the place. I felt like I was going crazy.
Out of the shower, I heard someone knocking. I wasn’t expecting anyone. I hoped it wasn’t my parents coming by before leaving town the next day. I wasn’t ready to face them. When I looked out, to my surprise it was my brother-in-law. Letting him in, his hands went immediately into my robe, pulling my still damp body to him. My arms went around his neck. As we kissed, I thought about how it was now acceptable for my brother-in-law to find me in my robe, open it and take me to him without question. My life had definitely changed.
Within in minutes, no seconds, he had me in my bedroom, on the bed, on my back, pinned down, jackhammering his dick in to me again. He told my sister he was going to the gym. He called before coming over, but I hadn’t charged my cell and the battery was dead. So, I had no idea he was coming over to fuck me again.
I thought it would take days to recover from his visit the evening before. I didn’t know how I could take him so soon again, but I did. This time he didn’t fuck me doggie style, instead we had much more oral time. His face between my legs and mine between his. Knowing the scent and taste of my brother-in-law’s crotch made me crazed, in a devilish way. He asked if I wanted to taste his load as I had for the 1st time on Friday. I was still nodding yes when his cum flooded my mouth and as I had the day before, I swallowed.
This time when he pulled me up to sit on his dick, we took it slow. He didn’t start ramming up in me immediately. I sat down to the base with him all the way up in me and we talked. I think this was the 1st time he told me he could feel my heart beating against his dick head. I remember we sat there for awhile just letting that happen. Even though I thought he was at full erection, I could feel him growing inside me.
While sitting on him I told him I didn’t think I could face my sister and I didn’t want to go see my parents before they left. I feared somehow they all would know. He reminded me he had gone home to my sister and seen my parents after being with me the past 3 days. They knew nothing. They suspected nothing. Why would they? They had no idea we saw each other. He asked what my solution would be. Never to see my sister again? Avoid my parents forever?
He got very real with me. He said… We’re fucking. We can’t change that fact. Just him saying “we’re fucking” was like an awakening for me. He told me he loved my sister. That made me feel better. I didn’t want to come between them. I didn’t want to break up their marriage. He said he was committed to her and their marriage. And, their marriage wasn’t breaking up because no one was going to find out about us. I hoped not. He said it was up to us to make sure of it. The 1st step, for me was to face my sister and my parents and act like nothing had changed.
Then he held me tight, driving his dick up in me until I was screaming and creaming and he was shooting another load deep up in me.
Driving to my sister’s that Saturday afternoon, I was shaking. A few times, I thought about pulling over. I didn’t. I kept going. Strangely the closer I got, the calmer I became. Although, I was trembling a little as I rang the doorbell. Ironically, it was my sister who answered. I couldn’t hide any longer.
Surprisingly, the visit with my family went well. It was like I had stepped in to a vortex where what happened with my brother-in-law that week all went away. At least in my mind. Hard to explain, but while I was with my parents and sister, I didn’t think about it once. I feared I’d be aroused or uncomfortable in my brother-in-law’s presence and my family would pick up on it. Didn’t happen. My brother-in-law was my just my brother-in-law again, not the guy who had fucked me delirious hours before. It wasn’t until I was leaving, hugging and saying goodbye, that my brother-in-law said (not to me directly, but later I realized for my benefit) after he drove my parents to the airport the next day he was going to the gym. It was on my drive back to my apartment when I realized he was signaling me. “Going to the gym” meant he was coming over to fuck me again. (March 2018)
📷 Forever sisters 👭
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