WARMING THE BED OF MY BROTHER-IN-LAW

I AM SHAMELESS

“Where did that man that loved me go?” I questioned, lying beneath Noah.

With undeniable seriousness, he replied, “You killed him.”

“I never did anything to hurt you. You chose to place your faith in bogus evidence that was delivered from a suspicious source,” I denied all charges of being responsible for our fall-out.

Grabbing my jaw, he asked me, “What proof do you have to discredit the pictures that I had received in which you were clearly lying naked beside a man?”

“I have none but my word for it,” I responded, stating him in the eyes. “Since you are aware of how much I’ve always loved you, you must know better than accusing me of something that I could never do to you.”

Shaking his head in disbelief, the man further asked, “You want me to take your word against concrete proof of a photograph? How foolish do you think I am?”

Before I could put forward any more arguments, his phone began ringing. I thought he would finally go away to answer it. The man, however, didn’t leave my side. He picked up the call right in front of me, saying, “Hello, Darling!”

It was my sister’s call. While a huge part of me wanted to scream to alert her, I chose to stay mum to hide the fact that I was under the same roof as her husband. I knew I would’ve broken her heart if she were to find out that we had been living together for almost two days.

“Christie? No, I have not seen her since the family dinner,” lied the cunning one with a dirty grin on his face. “Has she gone missing again? What is up with that girl lately?”

It was the second time I had left my home without informing anybody. I know it would be extremely difficult to show my face in front of my parents again. They wouldn’t appreciate my unannounced absences and disappearances.

“She has been doing this a lot lately - going away without informing anybody,” said the man on the phone, trying to paint me as an irresponsible person. “I bet father would be so mad.”

I couldn’t hear a single word that my sister spoke to Noah, but I could tell from reading the expression on his face that my family was furious over not knowing my whereabouts. Since my mother was already disappointed in me for disappearing on the evening of her older daughter’s marriage, I expected her to protest against my return to her home.

The anxiety of what could or could not happen paralyzed me with fear. I, therefore, turned my face away from him, and tried desperately to think about what I would say to my parents, my sister and Noah, to assure them that I hadn’t sneaked away out of my own will. It was an abduction.

Unsympathetic to my cause, Noah ended the call by announcing, “Let’s go out tonight. I want to spend some quality time with you and treat you to a lavish dinner.”

As soon as he put away the phone, I told him, “My sister wouldn’t be keen on going out with you, especially when her sister is missing.”

“But, she didn’t oppose the idea,” responded Noah with a widening smile. “In fact, she seems rather stoked to get the opportunity to spend time with me.”

Although I was hurt to imagine him spending a romantic getaway with my sister, I pretended not to care. I couldn’t afford to worry. Since he was her husband, it made complete sense for him to plan out romantic evenings and amazing dinners with her. I was in the wrong for lying on his bed.

Certain about not going any further with him, I asked him to untie my hands. Surprisingly, the man refused and once again climbed on top of me and began drowning me in his kisses. From my mouth to my chest; he placed wet and lovely kisses all over my body.

“Mmmm Noah,” I moaned a little, since he was kissing me on all of my weak spots.

Before I could protest any further, he removed my pajamas and allowed his hand to dive into my very wet pantries. His fingers worked their magic, as I found myself brimming with desire in no more than a few minutes. I wanted him inside me.

But the realization that he belonged to another tormented my conscience. While my body ached to be touched by him, I tried stopping him with a weak cry, “Stop it, Noah!”

He could sense my lack of sincerity. He, therefore, rid me of my panties and unzipped his pants, allowing me to feel his very hard manhood against my wetness. While nibbling my ear and kissing my breasts, he thrusted his manhood inside me.

The motions that he made matched with the fire that burned my entire body. At that moment, I couldn’t care less about my sister or society. I was truly enjoying having him inside me, and belonging only to me, even though it was momentarily.

“Ahhh, Noah!” I screamed as he rocked his hips back and forth harshly to enhance the intensity of his movement.

It didn’t take us more than five minutes to c*m, leaving each other immersed in our juices. My body, inadvertently, then clung to him. It was as if I couldn’t bear to separate from him. He, too, said nothing and allowed me to rest my head on his chest.

At that moment, I could feel our heartbeats align again, something that used to happen all the time before his marriage to my sister. By feeding in to the monster of lust that always grew aggressively within me whenever he was around, I could get the opportunity to get close to him once again.

Even when I was the other woman, the homeworker, all of my guilt melted away whenever he held me tight and securely in his arms. I didn’t think I would be required to leave one day and face the world for what I had done.