Seduction Of The Sister-In-Law: A Steamy Lesbian Romance

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I felt like I had let her down and I realized I began to panic. "No, it's not that, it's just that, well, I wanted to make sure I got it done for you so I wouldn't have to...I mean so you would have it all, you know, set up." My stomach did flip-flops as I handed the phone to Abby. "It's your sister." Would Lauren say something about what had gone on? They were so close, I wouldn't put it past her.

Lauren and my wife, Abby, are very close. Since only 14 months separate them, their sisterly relationship also took on a very close, friend-like quality. When I first started dating Abby five years ago, it would have been easy to mistake Lauren for an inseparable friend rather than a younger sister because of their easy, natural connection with each other. She caught me staring, for about the fifth time, at her cleavage. Lauren, my wife's sister, just gave me a "you're-a-naughty-boy" and continued slicing tomatoes for the salad. Jill made us breakfast the next morning and neither of us mentioned our night in bed together. I told her I was going to the grocery store because I wanted to make her dinner. I got all the ingredients for a spaghetti dinner and also a bottle of Chianti. When I got home, she told me her adult daughter had called asking when she was coming home. Jill told her she would be going home the day after tomorrow. I am sure she could see my disappointment but I tried to cover it up. We had a wonderful, yet relativity quiet dinner and finished the Chianti, watched some tv and then Jill said she was going to bed. I said ok and that I would be up in a few minutes. When I got to the bedroom the only light on was the bathroom light and the door was half closed so there was minimal light. I figured that this might be my only chance so I crawled into bed naked. Especially when sexual assault occurs in a family, other members of the family will often seek to minimize it by saying that you’re exaggerating or misinterpreting, or by blaming you for being “too sensitive.” Sometimes people will even suggest that you had a role in inviting the sexual behavior.A hoped-for response from your wife might have been something along the lines of “I’m so sorry that this terrible thing happened. Thank you for telling me. I love you and want to support you in any way I can. Let’s talk about where to go from here.” When people don’t get that kind of empathic response from the person they’re closest to, they either futilely attempt to get the person to validate what happened or they simply retreat into their own denial (for instance, your idea to “let it go but keep my distance,” which isn’t really possible and puts you at risk of something like this happening again). The question caught me totally off guard. I know I blushed. "Um, yeah, we're just cleaning up the kitchen right now." So a little playfulness put your marriage in jeopardy, is that it?" I wasn't sure if I detected a little touch of anger. "If your marriage is so tenuous that a little flirting will crumble it..." I finally arranged the memorial and my wife's family of course attended as well as a myriad of friends. My in-laws were,of course, very supportive and remained for a few days after the memorial. After everyone had gone Jill said she would help me try and get on with my life. The first night as were getting ready for bed I started sobbing. Jill tried comforting me. I told her I didn't want to be alone. She said she would be here for me but I told her she didn't understand. I asked her if I could just sleep beside her so I could just have someone to hold. Now Jill is a fanatical Bible thumper so I knew this would be a difficult request. Anticipating her objection, I said that I would be fully clothed and sleep on top of the comforter so our bodies would not touch. She thought for a minute and reluctantly agreed with the proviso that I follow the rules I had set forth. She put on her flannel pajamas and we went to bed and I was true to my word. I lay about a foot from her on top of the comforter with just my arm slightly around her waist. These tits?" she said as she let her blouse fall open, exposing a pink, lacy bra and an acre of cleavage.

She looked up from the desk. She looked so adorable in her horn-rimmed glasses, her well-worn t-shirt and her sweat pants with the waist rolled down a bit. She got up and walked me to the door. "See you later, hon." We kissed. "Have fun." Am I overreacting? I think that my sister-in-law’s actions were rude, disrespectful, indecent, and calculated to cause trouble. What she did is also considered assault in the state where I live. Because all of these things occurred with other family members around, I did not feel like I could snap at her or push her away. I wish I had found a way to quietly tell her that she was making me uncomfortable and ask her to please stop, but I was still new to the family and not sure of myself with them. Also, she seems to have my wife emotionally bound to her to the point that my wife gets angry at the slightest criticism of her sister. My wife seems to alternate between being intimidated by her sister and feeling as if she has to protect her. Yeah, there's nothing like the first bar-b-q." I pulled her into a hug, just to confirm she had no idea what her sister had been doing. No! Well, you know, It's just that I love Abby and I can't do anything to jeopardize our marriage."Her breasts are perky and firm, with super sensitive nipples that stand out with only the slightest stimulation. They aren't small—she's a good b or c cup depending upon the bra—but they're not large and showy, either. A Wonder Bra can be Abby's secret weapon. Oh? What would you like to say?" She lowered herself onto the other end of the couch and stretched out, looking conspicuously like a lioness on the veldt. I couldn't help noticing that the buttons on her blouse strained against her breasts. We woke up the next morning and Jill prepared breakfast. I thanked her profusely for her understanding and she said it was fine. I then, as an afterthought, mentioned that it was very cold on top of the comforter but still was very comforting to me. I knew I shouldn't stay in there too long, so I pissed, splashed some water on my face, and got out of there only to find my wife and her sister giggling out on the patio. She kissed me hungrily. I reached up and grabbed her tits, momentarily wishing they were bigger. She shoved a nipple into my mouth and I feasted. I switched from nipple to nipple, all the while loving it but also wishing there was more.

My wife and I were married 32 years ago. I was fortunate to marry into a wonderful family. Her mom and dad were fantastic people as were her siblings. My wife had two younger brothers as well as the baby of the family, Jill. Jill was stunningly beautiful and always pleasant to me as was the entire family. Jill married a fine man but sadly he died in an offshore drilling accident.The latest twist in this is that my sister-in-law and her husband are moving here and will live about 10 miles away. My wife knows how I feel, but she is excited and plans to spend a lot of time with her sister. This continues to bother me, and I have much less enthusiasm and interest in my marriage. On top of this, some people don’t believe that women commit sexual assault, especially against men. If your wife holds that belief, then your sister-in-law’s reputation for being “flirtatious” might be informing your wife’s perception that what her sister did was inappropriate but harmless. Imagine that you had a brother who made your wife uncomfortable with his inappropriate comments and intrusive touching and then one day grabbed and forcibly kissed her, leaving her feeling angry and violated. My guess is that if your response was a dismissive “Well … that’s my brother,” your wife would feel as you do now—angry, alone, resentful, and betrayed. A couple of years ago I married a wonderful woman after living with her for a few years. I am a man in my 70s, and my wife is a few years older than me. She has an older sister who is on her third marriage and has a reputation in my wife’s family for being flirtatious and extremely manipulative. She has been living far away from us and visits three or four times a year. So she wasn't going to totally ignore what happened last night and this morning, I thought. I felt like I should say something, but nothing came to me. I figured out that I was nervous. I had to speak, so I just blurted out, "We had a nice time last night. Thanks for coming."