This story is written from Angela’s point of view, a fellow reader 17 years of age who got into a complicated affair with her brother-in-law. She had intended to share her story here so she could know there were other girls like her, who understand that such things wasn’t her fault.
When I walked out of the bathroom in my nightie, he gave me a shock. He wasn’t supposed to be here, at least I didn’t let him in. After my sister had told me she was working overtime, he had been ‘kind’ enough to buy dinner to our place. But that sight he had on me, when I walked across the living room to the kitchen, there was no mistake about it.
It was of lust, desire, a woman’s instinct is never wrong. As I warmed my milk in the microwave, he was still looking in my direction, probably at the nightdress that I had grown too tall for.
Brother-in-law: ‘Angie, I bought food for you too. Jie told me you haven’t eat.’
*Damn, must she tell him everything I told her? I could have easily gone downstairs to settle my own dinner.*
Me (shouting): ‘Okay. I’m coming.’
Before I could turn around from the kitchen counter, he had snuck up behind me. He wrapped one arm around my waist and covered my mouth with the other. No matter how hard I struggled or screamed, he did not drop me till we were in his room. No wait. It was their room, my sister and his. He pushed my head down against the bed so I couldn’t scream any louder than a murmur, and it was suffocating. When I felt his thighs on my legs, I knew his shorts were gone, and my options disappearing.
Brother-in-law: ‘Hey! If you keep struggling, you are going to get hurt.’
Right then, he released his grip to check if I understood.
Me (shouting): ‘Fuck off! I’ll tell Jie.’
In my mind, I was picturing my escape path. Through the bedroom door, and the main door, and shit.. the locked gates. My head was pinned to the side with a pillow, and I felt my dress lifted up above my waist. As he fought to reach my pussy, the stupid struggle accidentally lifted my butt up. He immediately kneeled on my calves, rendering me unable to straighten my body. Right then, I knew I had no choice.
Me: ‘Okay okay! I’ll do what you want. Stop hurting me.’
Slowly, he took the pillow away and I jolted up on the bed, like sitting upright. Guess what face I was giving him? Breathless and sweaty, the remorse on his face didn’t help at all. If he had left me where I was, I might not even tell on him. But in his stupid head, he must have thought he was too far in to just walk away.
Taking a glance at the door didn’t help as he spotted me, pulling my ankles so I would lie flat on the bed. I guess there was only way out of this.
Me: ‘Hey hey.. sorry sorry.. I’ll do what you want.’
Brother-in-law (sternly): ‘You sure?’
I nodded and tears formed against my wishes. How could I show him my weaker side? He laid on the bed where he could block me from dashing to the door, and grabbed my hand to place on his dick.
Brother-in-law: ‘Don’t tell me you have never done this before.’
I opened my palm and held his dick. It was clean, smooth and dry. My thumb and index finger could hardly wrap around it, but it wasn’t the handjob I was worried about. I began stroking him to my best efforts, and memories from my ex-boyfriends. It was a race against time to get him to cum as quickly as possible. Seeing that smirk on his face irritated me even more, but as I went faster, his groans became more frequent.
Brother-in-law: ‘You know, you are better than your sister at this?’
*So? I am not her anyway.*
I kept sighing as I stroked him monotonously, hoping that my sister would walk through the door. His eyes were shutting for longer periods as I pumped faster, pre-cum leaking over my hand that had nails newly manicured.
His hand reached for my head and easily controlled me. Pushing me towards his groin, I knew what was coming. Not wanting to smear his lubricant anywhere else on my face, I opened my mouth and took him in. He had made me kneel on the bed in doggie, where moments ago I was just lying beside him.
In case he forced my mouth down his 8 inches, I quickly held onto the base of his dick, automating my tempo so he would release my hair. As I focused on using my tongue to stimulate him, his hand reached between my legs, and I blamed myself for not used to wearing undies at home.
His rough fingers ran up and down my slit, wetting me involuntarily. My lips pressed hard against his shaft as I suppressed my moans, tongue still tasting up and down the side of his dick. Now that I think of it, there wasn’t any smell at all. At least nothing turned me off. Getting wetter to his touch, he poked his middle finger into my pussy and I was twitching in discomfort at first.
Not only did he continue inwards, he began fingering me like an engine. Smearing juices all over my groin. There was no words to describe how helpless I was, but there was something else he awakened in me. It was his finger, thick, rough, and fast. My mind was going blank when he ‘attacked’ at that speed, till my face was completely resting on his thigh, moaning and trembling as the first orgasm came from the most unlikely partner.
Brother-in-law: ‘Enjoying it aren’t you?’
Those words snapped me out of the delusional world and I picked myself up, pushing his hand out of the way as I did so. He got up and commanded me to lie on the bed, where I unknowingly raised my knees a little, as though.. inviting him.
He went between my legs and placed them over his shoulders, onto his back. Before I could make sense of what was happening, his tongue had already began sucking on my clit. The first one begin so hard that it got sore and sensitive. Was that what he had done with my sister? My hands dug into his hair as his lips moved up and down with his tongue, drawing lines and circles between those raw folds of meat.
I was totally drawn into his world, one that was filled with pleasure coming from an experienced and grown man. The second orgasm went into his mouth, slurping juices as my body shook more violently. He was getting everything I had been wanting to give to my Mr. Right. This man, between my legs, was owning me like the little slut inside me I hid from every guy I met.
Brother-in-law: ‘Hold your own legs.’
My hands went behind my knees to keep them up and he went nearer to my groin. Placing his dick dominantly over my clit, the next order was to put it in myself. My half-closed eyes could only listen to his voice as I reached between my legs, guiding him to where my door was. The rest of it.. well, the one-single-powerful thrust shocked me awake to my senses.
His face returned, his voice returned, more importantly, our relationship returned. I.. was.. being.. fucked.. by.. my.. brother-in-law. Did I feel disgusted? In a way, I was sharing a man Jie had found and kept to herself by ‘marriage’. He.. I didn’t know who, or what was I to him.
With every stroke, I could clearly feel the thick veins and prominent groove under his dick head. Instead of hitting the right spot, he was rummaging across every spot. My body instinctively squeezed my pussy tighter as pleasure bombarded me in every direction possible. My hands free those knees and had nowhere to hold onto, my feet were locked flinging in mid-air, my teeth had nothing to bite onto to relieve those intense orgasms.
He was making me cum at least three times back to back. Suddenly, my energy disappeared and I could tell my arms and body went flat, like battery flat. He stopped immediately and placed my arms by my side, before rolling me over.
The next thing I knew, my waist was being pulled backwards and my knees acted as a pivot. I was in doggie. He plugged into me right away and my arms regained strength, holding myself up as he pounded me towards the headboard. Right above the bed, was a picture of my sister and him. The man that was giving me yet another orgasm.
I moaned my lungs out when he pierced at that particular angle, covering all the areas he missed out in missionary. He too, was groaning extra loud, possibly from this position.
While my mind climaxed into the second orgasm, he finally stopped and spent the next minute savouring my convulsing vagina, clamping and releasing his rod that was throbbing inside me.
Brother-in-law (panting): ‘I am about to cum. But I’ll save that for your sister.’
*What? Now this?*
He pulled it out and I fell onto my side, watching him wipe my juices off his dick with the corner of my dress. I guess I was feeling a little disappointed then, but who am I to have his cum? No matter where he shot? He went back into the living room and kept his eyes on the TV, with me joining him in the sofa after tidying my hair.
I just couldn’t get the thoughts of my sister getting his load that I worked so hard for. Okay, maybe I didn’t work any harder than him. But it was mine. I took a deep breath and I reached for his waistband, without any resistance from him. He slouched lower into the sofa and my mouth enveloped his manhood unhesitant.
Working my way slowly downwards, his body did not flinch when I was gagging from the deep throat. Only when I fondled his balls in my palm, did he groan a little. Pumping my head faster, my hand had formed a ring at the base and was jerking him at the same time.
Suddenly, sounds of keys were heard at the door and I jumped onto my feet into my room. Fuck me, what overcame my mind to offer him, my sister’s husband, a blowjob?
About an hour of deep thoughts later, noises were heard from my sister’s room opposite mine. The familiar creaking sounds of the bed, sensual moans, dominating groans, slapping sounds with a hint of wetness. I was touching myself as I listened to them.
Brother-in-law (whispering loudly): ‘I am shooting!’
Sister (moaning): ‘Inside me.. all of it!’
The noisy action came to a silence abruptly, but not interrupting me from my incoming orgasm. The image of him pumping me in front was still fresh and vivid, which helped me cum for the umpteen times that night.
Before I fell asleep, I remembered hearing my sister walking past my door with him, a man I was glad I didn’t help till the end.
Sister: ‘Why did you shoot so fast today?’
Brother-in-law: ‘Cause you wore your nightgown tonight.’
Their conversation.. his words especially.. that subtle hint to me.
The next morning, he was on the sofa again, reading the daily newspaper delivered to our doorstep.
Me: ‘Jie is out already?’
Brother-in-law: ‘Yes she is. Wait for me in the bedroom after you eat.’
Did I go into his bedroom? Was I supposed to?