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My sister-in-law, a true story, a confession
Shortly after marrying, we moved into a small house in the country, and within months my wife’s sister and her family moved onto the adjacent ranch. Both our houses bordered their respective properties, meaning we lived within clear sight of each other!
Over the next 12 plus years our families became close friends – we shared many meals together, barbecues, birthday parties for our children, and even went to church together. It is safe to say I love these people dearly – all of them. the sister in law, who has been particularly nice to me even when the rest of the family kept me as an outsider ( I moved in from a different country and culture), was particularly dear to me. Her kindness and acceptance of me has meant more then I can express.
Our families have shared life’s journey together, the ups and downs, the successes, the tragedies, and on the rare occasion we even shared the odd late night drink when all the kids were sleeping, during which the topics became a little more personal, sometimes even ever so slightly risqué in a fun, open manner. It was during one of these evenings that I was made aware of an element of our long relationship that I had been heretofore innocently unaware of; my sister in law was not only openly flirting with me, but her husband commented on it in a manner that made it clear they had talked about it before, and while he wasn’t mad at me, he definitely seemed a little jealous! I At first I thought they were joking, but have since come to believe or realize that maybe she did (or still does) have feelings for me that gave him reason to feel jealous. She confessed during one of these late nights with drinks, as we sat around a campfire on the deck, that she had spotted me running to my car, totally naked, when she had first moved in. Everyone had a laugh but me – it had been before 5 in the morning, it was still quite dark, and I was sure that with only one house within 5 miles, and with with everyone sleeping, I could slip out ad back in unnoticed – wrong! She had been up early for some reason and spotted me making the dash!
From then on I was the butt of the joke, pun intended, and took a lot of teasing from them all, including my wife. I didn’t mind, though I feigned embarrassment and hardship over the harassment. Then, some months later, during another late night couples get together, as we solved the world’s problems and shared a couple drinks, I was stunned when, having walked past my sister in law to get something, I was given a huge ass-grab! Not a pinch, but a huge hand squeeze! I turned stunned to see her looking away, smiling innocently, and noticed that nobody had noticed as all were doing something else. Her and I locked gazes, and I shook my finger at her as I smiled, as if to say, “naughty girl, you’re in trouble now”. She lifted her hands and shrugged as if to indicate she had no idea what I was talking about, but her eyes gleamed, her lips smiled, and she finished with a wink.
I wondered about this for a long time, and every time I did, I became uncomfortably aroused. You see, I am a man totally committed and in love – not only had I never cheated on my wife in anyway, but I have in fact, up to this point, never even entertained a fantasy about another woman – not once. So when I found myself becoming erect when I thought about this pinching hand grab, I felt guilty, unhappy with myself.
Another year passed, and we remained great friends and continued to do many things together as families, even vacationing together, without so much as a sideways glance from my sis-in-law, so I assumed I had read more into it, and was starting to become more relaxed. Then, one evening, as our families shared a huge thanksgiving meal, my sister in law and I were in the kitchen alone, as we both share a love of cooking and always do the fancy meals together. Once again without warning, I received a huge handful style of pinch, after which she ran out of the kitchen laughing, calling over her shoulder, “gotcha again – wow, buns of steel” laughing loudly. I stood in the kitchen red faced, feeling embarrassed, even slightly taken advantage of, and when she came back in a minute later I said, “OK that does it - next time, I’m going t o get you back!”. She said “don’t you DARE grab me! I’m a lady – it’s different!” and she laughed, smiling again, as she walked out with a very wiggly, suggestive walk.
Five minutes later, as I was making gravy, she snuck in behind me without me hearing her and pinched me again,and I turned quickly, determined to pinch her as well, Good and hard! I was even looking forward to it by now! She remained facing me however, backing away, holding my arms, and while giggling uncontrollably saying, “NI, no, no, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again”. As I pressured her, trying to reach a round her to pinch her, I ended up with both arms around her, reaching, when all of a sudden I stopped, aware of what I was doing, how it must look. As I stopped dead in my tracks, she did to, and without missing a beat, she moved her arms from fending me off to reach around me and hug me, and here we stood, arm in arm. My heart seamed to be beating harder than it ever has, I know my face was burning red with embarrassment, but I couldn’t let go. We looked at each other for a few eternally long seconds, and I could see that she was waiting for me to kiss her. the urge was almost irresistible; while she is not drop dead gorgeous, she is very attractive, even sexy, and her blue eyes looked openly an deeply into mine, hiding nothing, her lips, full and round were slightly parted, and she gently pulled us together, leaned towards my kiss. As our bodies came together, it became apparent to both of us that I was extremely hard – as we both no doubt felt the tell-tell pressure as we squeezed together. I bent to kiss her, her eyes closed, her beautiful, sensuous lips parted, and then I stopped. I couldn’t. For the first time in more than a dozen years of marriage, I wanted to, but I still couldn’t. I gently held her away, turned around and finished the gravy, while my heart beat so hard I thought I would pass out. She stood there without moving for a good minute, then without a word, gathered some items for the table and walked out.
I still have never touched another woman since marrying 20 years ago, but I must confess that I can no longer say I have not fantasized about another woman. Even when I tried to force the image out of my mind, I would wake from dreams in which my sister in law and I continued from that moment instead of stopping.
I still love my in-laws dearly – we are still best of friends, their family and mine. Over the years nothing more has ever come from that moment, not even a word, but every so often, I notice that mischievous twinkle in her eyes as I catch her looking at me, and I realize she still feels the same, and I always blush deeply as I feel she can see right through me and realizes how I have finished that kiss so many times and in so many ways in my mind.
Shortly after marrying, we moved into a small house in the country, and within months my wife’s sister and her family moved onto the adjacent ranch. Both our houses bordered their respective properties, meaning we lived within clear sight of each other!
Over the next 12 plus years our families became close friends – we shared many meals together, barbecues, birthday parties for our children, and even went to church together. It is safe to say I love these people dearly – all of them. the sister in law, who has been particularly nice to me even when the rest of the family kept me as an outsider ( I moved in from a different country and culture), was particularly dear to me. Her kindness and acceptance of me has meant more then I can express.
Our families have shared life’s journey together, the ups and downs, the successes, the tragedies, and on the rare occasion we even shared the odd late night drink when all the kids were sleeping, during which the topics became a little more personal, sometimes even ever so slightly risqué in a fun, open manner. It was during one of these evenings that I was made aware of an element of our long relationship that I had been heretofore innocently unaware of; my sister in law was not only openly flirting with me, but her husband commented on it in a manner that made it clear they had talked about it before, and while he wasn’t mad at me, he definitely seemed a little jealous! I At first I thought they were joking, but have since come to believe or realize that maybe she did (or still does) have feelings for me that gave him reason to feel jealous. She confessed during one of these late nights with drinks, as we sat around a campfire on the deck, that she had spotted me running to my car, totally naked, when she had first moved in. Everyone had a laugh but me – it had been before 5 in the morning, it was still quite dark, and I was sure that with only one house within 5 miles, and with with everyone sleeping, I could slip out ad back in unnoticed – wrong! She had been up early for some reason and spotted me making the dash!
From then on I was the butt of the joke, pun intended, and took a lot of teasing from them all, including my wife. I didn’t mind, though I feigned embarrassment and hardship over the harassment. Then, some months later, during another late night couples get together, as we solved the world’s problems and shared a couple drinks, I was stunned when, having walked past my sister in law to get something, I was given a huge ass-grab! Not a pinch, but a huge hand squeeze! I turned stunned to see her looking away, smiling innocently, and noticed that nobody had noticed as all were doing something else. Her and I locked gazes, and I shook my finger at her as I smiled, as if to say, “naughty girl, you’re in trouble now”. She lifted her hands and shrugged as if to indicate she had no idea what I was talking about, but her eyes gleamed, her lips smiled, and she finished with a wink.
I wondered about this for a long time, and every time I did, I became uncomfortably aroused. You see, I am a man totally committed and in love – not only had I never cheated on my wife in anyway, but I have in fact, up to this point, never even entertained a fantasy about another woman – not once. So when I found myself becoming erect when I thought about this pinching hand grab, I felt guilty, unhappy with myself.
Another year passed, and we remained great friends and continued to do many things together as families, even vacationing together, without so much as a sideways glance from my sis-in-law, so I assumed I had read more into it, and was starting to become more relaxed. Then, one evening, as our families shared a huge thanksgiving meal, my sister in law and I were in the kitchen alone, as we both share a love of cooking and always do the fancy meals together. Once again without warning, I received a huge handful style of pinch, after which she ran out of the kitchen laughing, calling over her shoulder, “gotcha again – wow, buns of steel” laughing loudly. I stood in the kitchen red faced, feeling embarrassed, even slightly taken advantage of, and when she came back in a minute later I said, “OK that does it - next time, I’m going t o get you back!”. She said “don’t you DARE grab me! I’m a lady – it’s different!” and she laughed, smiling again, as she walked out with a very wiggly, suggestive walk.
Five minutes later, as I was making gravy, she snuck in behind me without me hearing her and pinched me again,and I turned quickly, determined to pinch her as well, Good and hard! I was even looking forward to it by now! She remained facing me however, backing away, holding my arms, and while giggling uncontrollably saying, “NI, no, no, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again”. As I pressured her, trying to reach a round her to pinch her, I ended up with both arms around her, reaching, when all of a sudden I stopped, aware of what I was doing, how it must look. As I stopped dead in my tracks, she did to, and without missing a beat, she moved her arms from fending me off to reach around me and hug me, and here we stood, arm in arm. My heart seamed to be beating harder than it ever has, I know my face was burning red with embarrassment, but I couldn’t let go. We looked at each other for a few eternally long seconds, and I could see that she was waiting for me to kiss her. the urge was almost irresistible; while she is not drop dead gorgeous, she is very attractive, even sexy, and her blue eyes looked openly an deeply into mine, hiding nothing, her lips, full and round were slightly parted, and she gently pulled us together, leaned towards my kiss. As our bodies came together, it became apparent to both of us that I was extremely hard – as we both no doubt felt the tell-tell pressure as we squeezed together. I bent to kiss her, her eyes closed, her beautiful, sensuous lips parted, and then I stopped. I couldn’t. For the first time in more than a dozen years of marriage, I wanted to, but I still couldn’t. I gently held her away, turned around and finished the gravy, while my heart beat so hard I thought I would pass out. She stood there without moving for a good minute, then without a word, gathered some items for the table and walked out.
I still have never touched another woman since marrying 20 years ago, but I must confess that I can no longer say I have not fantasized about another woman. Even when I tried to force the image out of my mind, I would wake from dreams in which my sister in law and I continued from that moment instead of stopping.
I still love my in-laws dearly – we are still best of friends, their family and mine. Over the years nothing more has ever come from that moment, not even a word, but every so often, I notice that mischievous twinkle in her eyes as I catch her looking at me, and I realize she still feels the same, and I always blush deeply as I feel she can see right through me and realizes how I have finished that kiss so many times and in so many ways in my mind.
