I'm fucked up...I know this. I'm lying here in a sweaty, sexually sated heap with a married woman. To make matters just a little bit worse, the woman I just made love to is none other than my sister-in-law, Tia. Yes
...I just admitted to you all that I fucked my brother's wife, but before y'all start condemning my actions please hear me out first. This isn't a case of a jealous younger brother wanting his older sibling's woman nor is it a case of a married two timing slut. It's a case of love
, wholesome and genuine love between two people. Sure on paper it reads and sounds fucked up, but after I tell you how this whole mess got to where it is now I think you'll understand my viewpoint on the matter.
It all began nine months ago when I came home from a ten city book tour; oh man, I'm getting ahead of myself. First off, I apologize for my rudeness, but I'm Isaiah Washington. Yes, author of the Essence
bestselling novels, College Bluez
and College Bluez II
. This is my story...all about how I fell in love with my sister-in-law. Nine months ago
As I stated before, this entire love affair began when I came home after ending a ten city book tour. I'd been on the road for a large part of the year traveling all over the country promoting College Bluez
, so when it ended I booked the earliest flight to Philadelphia. To visit my family which consisted of my older brother, Kenneth or "Ken" for short, Tia...of course, and my then three year old niece Kyla. I missed Kyla the most. I was missing her growing up due to the duties of being a bestselling author. It was a comfortable Friday afternoon when after a long cab ride, I made it home. Home was the house Ken and I grew up in. It belonged to our mother, but after she passed away we inherited it and Ken moved Tia in while she was pregnant with Kyla. Even though I had a key to the house I rang the doorbell wanting to surprise whoever was inside.
A few minutes passed until I heard a small voice yell, "Door Mommy!"
I smiled knowing the voice was my niece's. The door opened and Tia stood before me with Kyla in her arms.
She gave me a loving smile, "What brings a bestselling author to my door this time of day?"
I returned her smile with one of my own, "He missed his family."
We embraced and I planted a kiss on her cheek then kissed Kyla on her forehead.
"Hey little mama, uncle Isaiah missed you. Did you miss me?" I said taking Kyla in my arms.
Kyla hugged my neck tightly and I took that as a yes.
"You must be hungry after such a long trip, huh?" Tia said as we all entered the house.
"You know it. What'd you make, Tia?"
"The pizza I ordered just came."
"Sounds good, but where's my brother?" I wanted know. "He knew I was coming home today."
"Daddy went out," Kyla spoke up and from the saddened expression on Tia's face I knew not to push the issue at the moment.
The three of us went into the kitchen and ate the pizza Tia ordered while I told her all about my time on the road.
"So, what's next for you, Isaiah?" She asked after I finished my tale.
"I get to rest, spend time with y'all, and work on College Bluez II
"Damn, as good as College Bluez
was...you think you can top it?"
I smirked at her question, "I know
I can, girl."
Tia let out a yawn and I could see in her face just how tired she was.
My eyes found Kyla who'd just finished her food and said, "Kyla, you want to play with uncle Isaiah while Mommy takes a nap?"
My niece nodded and Tia mouthed thank you
to me. I smiled at her jerking my head towards the bedrooms and watched her head to hers. I could tell that in the time I'd been gone the raising of my niece had become a one man (well woman) operation. For the rest of the evening I played with Kyla. All the while waiting on my big brother to walk through the door, surprisingly though Ken never did. By two 'o clock Kyla and I were knocked out on the living room floor. My sleep was interrupted six hours later by the sound of something sizzling in a frying pan. Sitting up, I found Tia standing in front of the kitchen stove and the smell of bacon filled my nostrils. I got up and came into the kitchen.
"Morning," Tia said sweetly.
I let out a yawn and stretched a bit, "Morning, Tee."
"I see my daughter tuckered you out."
"Yup, but I see her daddy didn't come home though." I said softly knowing it wasn't the first time. "You want to talk about it?"
"No," Tia replied not even looking at me as she fried more bacon.
I placed my hand on her shoulder and rubbed it a bit, "Don't be like that, Tia. I'm not just your brother-in-law, I'm your friend...and I know how my brother can be sometimes."
Growing up, Ken and I were bona fide "street kids". We had both parents in our lives, but our mother did most of the work in raising us while my father stayed out in the streets doing her wrong. Our father would go out and we wouldn't see him for days at a time. From the looks of things, Ken took this trait from him. Hopefully, this was the only thing he was doing. My dad had many a woman besides my mother outside our house. I knew Ken could never cheat on Tia though with how beautiful she was. Tia was a stunning beauty standing at 5'5" with long black hair that was naturally curly and her skin was exactly the color of coffee mixed with cream. Tia's body was banging too, even after having Kyla; she lost her baby weight and got her figure back. She possessed lush C cup breasts and was a living hourglass with a narrow waist guiding to wide hips ending at her ass that was the shape of a ripe peach. How could any man cheat on woman of her beauty? Ken certainly wouldn't or so I thought, but more on that a bit later.
"Can you talk to him?" Tia asked.
"Yeah, I've got you, Tee."
We let Kyla sleep while we made bacon, egg and cheese sandwiches for breakfast. We had just sat down to eat when Ken came through the front door.
"Hey big bro," I said before taking a bite of my sandwich.
"This is what I'm talking about…coming home after a late night's work to breakfast." Ken said with a pleased smile.
"You couldn't call home and tell us that?" Tia asked. "We were waiting on you."
Ken's only response to his wife's words was an annoyed look, which told me that Tia was also suspicious that he was doing more than just working the night before. Tia went into the living room to wake Kyla up as Ken sat down and begun to eat the sandwich his wife had made for herself. We sat eating in silence as I didn't want to confront my brother with Kyla still in the house. And by confront
, I truly mean being confrontational. I had to be this way with Ken or he most likely wouldn't listen to me.
"Morning Daddy, Uncle." Kyla's voice chimed in.
Turning our heads, we saw Kyla in her mother's arms.
"I'm taking Kyla to McDonald's for breakfast, guys." Tia told us before the girls disappeared into Kyla's room.
When they were completely out of sight, I cut right to the case with, "Still roaming the streets, huh, Ken?"
"Look, I just got in. Don't start, Isaiah."
"No, how about I do, Ken. You knew I was coming home and didn't show your face. Even worse, you left your wife and child in here all night with no phone call."
I paused and let out a sigh, "I thought when we had families we were going to be better than that man
Ken gave me a look at my words because he knew I was talking about our father. He was about to reply, but Tia and Kyla reappearing stopped him. Kyla hugged both of us goodbye and with her mommy went on her merry way.
"Kyla and I were up 'till two this morning waiting on you. I know you weren't working, so be honest Ken...what were you doing last night?"
I waited patiently for an answer while Ken remained silent. Ever since we were kids watching our mother interrogate him, my brother's silence wasn't a good sign and when the next words out of his mouth were, "You can't tell Tia," I knew I was in for a shock.
Ken began to relay to me how he'd begun a now three month affair with a co-worker. His main excuse for his actions was the lack of sex between he and Tia after Kyla was born.
"What'd you expect, Ken? You thought shit was going to be same old, same old after you had a baby?" I asked.
"No, but I didn't think shit would change so much either, man. I'm not in love with the chick, Isaiah. It's just about sex."
I stood up, "That doesn't make it any better, Ken. You leave your wife and daughter alone in here to fuck some broad."
With that, I ended the conversation. This was a fucked up way to return home; learning that my brother was fucking around on his wife. Now
I had his lie on my conscience. I didn't want to even think about what I'd been told. Luckily, I had a distraction from it all; my writing.
I headed to my room, but was stopped by Ken asking, "So, are you going to tell her?"
"No," I answered which brought a smile to his face. "I'm not covering your ass though. I'm doing it for Kyla. She doesn't need to go through the pain of your bullshit. Think about her the next time you fuck that girl."
I left Ken sitting there hoping my words sank in, but only time would tell as I went to my room, seeing as I had a novel to start writing and all.
A good three months passed and my days blended together as I wrote my next novel, spent time with Tia and Kyla, and most importantly for me (besides writing) was working out. During the book tour there was nothing really to eat, but fast food, so I'd gained some weight and it showed in places I wished it didn't. An intense daily workout routine fixed all that though. One morning after stepping out of the shower, I caught a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror and liked what I saw. I was a 6'3", 275lbs mass of muscles (rock hard six-pack included) with a brown sugar skin tone, chestnut brown eyes, and short black clean cut hair with waves in it.
It was also during these months that I began to develop feelings for Tia. Ken continued his cheating and disappearing, leaving me alone most of the time with her in the house. At first, nothing really changed. I did my daily routine as Tia did hers, with each of us taking turns keeping Kyla occupied. But when the three year old took her afternoon nap or went to bed for the night, Tia and I would hang out; we became much closer because of it. Whether it was just talking, watching a movie, or letting Tia vent about Ken...it was all good. We greatly enjoyed each other's company. At times I thought of telling Tia that I knew what Ken was up to, but the effect all of it would have on Kyla always stopped me. The closer Tia and I became- -I'm sorry to say, but I began to feel that my brother truly didn't deserve his wife. Here Tia was trying to be super-wife; cooking, cleaning, raising his child and he was repaying her with nothing, but selfishness and neglect. It was making me sick to my stomach. Hell, when Ken did show his face (which was always in the morning after a night of working and fucking his mistress) I barely could stand to look at him. Sure my feelings were wrong, but I'd treat Tia so much better then Ken ever had. It was hard to do, but I managed to suppress my feelings. I kept them locked inside until one night something snapped within me and I made the choice that it was time to act on them.
It was late night around one 'o clock in the morning. I'd finally finished writing College Bluez II
and breathed out a sigh as the weight of finishing the novel was lifted off my shoulders. I couldn't help but smile as I realized that I finished the book before the deadline I'd set for myself. As I sat in front of my laptop, my ears began to hear soft moaning coming from the next room, which was Ken and Tia's bedroom. Since Ken was nowhere to be found, I knew my sister-in-law was having a good old time touching herself as her moans seeped through the walls into my room.
"Ummm...ummm." Tia moaned loudly as my dick began to brick up.
My mind imagined Tia in bed; her legs spread open with her hands between them. What I was hearing along with what my mind was producing had me hard to the point that I followed Tia’s lead and began stroking my nine inch member. The walls in the house weren't paper thin, but if I could hear Tia moaning, I knew she could hear me as my moans increased in volume due to the pace of my hand speeding up. Our moans co-mingled in the air, each of us in a state of self bliss. Tia's moans grew louder and louder as her climax neared. Listening to her damn near screaming was sending me over the edge. I felt the nut building at tip of my cock, about to explode at any minute. I jerked my manhood as fast I could now. My release was so damn close.
Suddenly, I heard Tia yell, "Shit!" and I knew she'd just cum.
Hearing her climax induced my own orgasm, my man milk erupted from my love stick. Sexually fulfilled, I slumped back in my chair. What just occurred was hot, but a piece of me felt sorry for Tia. She was a special kind of woman using her fingers to cum when a woman of her stature deserved so much more. She should have had a man making love to her. She deserved to be made love to every night, if possible. Oh, how badly I wanted to be that man...to stroke her clit gently with my tongue then rock her pussy to sleep with nine inches of brown sugar. How could I knowingly sleep with her though? Regardless of Ken's infidelity, she was still his
wife. My heart and desires were outweighing my moral values by this point. I wanted my sister-in-law, but not just to fuck her. I loved her; I was in love
with her. I went to bed a conflicted man. I was in love with a woman I knew I couldn't have, but dammit I was going to express how deep my love ran for her.
The next day I slept in until twelve 'o clock and was woken up by loud thumping and angry voices. Thankfully, Kyla wasn't around because she was spending the week with Tia's parents.
"Push me again, Tia!" I heard Ken shout. "What the fuck's your problem?!"
"My problem is you
, Ken!" Tia replied. "You've got a wife and baby at home, but you'd rather hang out in the streets, why?!"
I left my room with the quickness in only my pajama pants as I knew this argument could turn ugly at any moment; and by ugly
I mean physical. I stood in the dining room watching the whole thing play out in the living room ready to intervene at any time if need be.
"If I had something
to come home to then maybe I wouldn't have to hang in the streets!"
"I'm always here!" Tia countered as she began to emotional. "Hell, Isaiah spends more time with me than you do."
Tia's statement drew anger from Ken as he turned to me with a look of a man who wanted my head mounted on his wall.
"Are you guys fucking? Cause I know I can't pry your legs open."
At my brother's harsh and insensitive words, Tia's hand slapped him across the face.
"I told you not to put your hands on me again, Tia." Ken said angrily.
Tia shoved Ken and to my shock my brother's hand curled into a fist. At that moment I began to have flashbacks of our parents fighting. Ken and I witnessed my mother and father play out this scene, but this wasn't going to end the same way our parents' fights did. Ken raised his hand to strike, but before any blow could be dealt out, I gripped my brother's wrist from behind.
"Ken, are you crazy, man? Calm down, bro," I spoke up holding firm onto his wrist. "That's the mother of your child."
"Oh, so you're the great savior now, Isaiah?"
"In this case, yeah, you’re not going to hit her like he
used to hit Mom."
My words made Ken soften a bit, but he was still angry.
He snatched his wrist from my grip, "Fuck both of y'all. I'm gone,"
"Where are you going?!" Tia angrily quizzed, but all Ken did was give me a look and we watched him head out the door.
Turning to Tia, I looked on her with pity as tears were now flowing freely from her eyes. Instantly, I went to her and wrapped my arms around her. We'd had many a moment like this when she'd vent about Ken during our late nights together. I rubbed her back gently as she rested her head on my shoulder. I lead her to the living room couch and sat her down.
"It'll be okay, Tia. I'm here you," I told her, but received no reply as Tia hung her head in sadness.
I picked her head up, "C'mon and dry those eyes, girl. I know you're not going to let Ken's bullshit get you down."
My strength gave her some and Tia wiped her tears away, beginning to compose herself.
"I don't know why I put up with it anyway."
I smirked, "Kyla...and because you love him, Tia."
"He doesn't love me though, Isaiah." She told me trying not start crying again. "He won't even touch me."
"From the sounds of last night...you make up for that yourself."
Tia's cheeks went red, "You heard me?"
"It's a shame though. A woman like you should be made love to." I told her bluntly.
"I need a man who loves me for all that,"
My hand found the top of hers, "I
Tia smiled at my words thinking I meant brotherly love.
"I know...I love you, too."
"No, Tia...I love you. I love you a whole hell of a lot more then Ken. He doesn't treat you like a wife, but like a live-in nanny. He doesn’t deserve a woman as good as you."
My words came hard and fast, but by the stunned expression on her face, she understood the gravity of my words and the pure honesty that came behind them. They left Tia's mouth hanging open. I leaned in and slid my tongue into her mouth. At first Tia resisted, but my feelings made me persist. To my surprise, her resistance lasted only the total of a few seconds as she gave into me and began to kiss back. Through this one kiss, I'd revealed my feelings and by how passionate this kiss was becoming, I wasn't the only one with harbored feelings. The kiss ended and we just stared at one another. What we just did was wrong.
Tia frowned, "I want this, Isaiah, but I'm still
"To a man who'd rather fuck some broad than his beautiful wife? I'd never hurt you like that."
"I know about his affair. I just hoped he'd end it for Kyla's sake."
"I love y'all. You and Kyla have my heart. All I need is yours,"
This time Tia began our lip-lock which was hotter than the first one. What was transpiring was so forbidden, so wrong...but we didn't want to be right.
"Give me your heart, Tia." I said in between the kiss.
"Mmmm," Tia moaned. "It's yours, Isaiah."
With that, I lead Tia by the hand to my bedroom. I undressed her until she was bare in the buck and sprawled out on my bed. At this point there was no turning back and nothing could stop me from making love to her. Tia was beautiful with her clothes on, but she was absolutely magnificent with her clothes off.
I kissed her lips as I joined her on the bed. We played some more tonsil hockey as my hands roamed and caressed every inch of her body. My hand journeyed in between her legs, finding her love tunnel. My tender touch made Tia shudder as my fingers entered her crevice. While I pacified my sister-in-law with two fingers, my tongue ran over her breasts.
"Yesssss. Bite me," Tia moaned as I gently bit her brown nipples and her moans encouraged me to keep going.
I gave Tia’s breasts some kisses as I started my travels to the southern region of her body. My tongue ravaged Tia’s stomach and dipped into her navel before I came face to face with her pussy. I spread Tia’s legs as far as they would go and got a mouth full of her pussy, licking and sucking her lips and clit. My fingers continued their work easing in and out of her snatch.
"Shit! Don’t stop, Isaiah." Tia moaned softly while she squirmed from side to side.
I raised Tia’s butt up high off the bed and her body jerked slightly as my tongue enter her love core.
"Ooooh!" She moaned loudly.
With a steady motion, I worked my tongue in and out of Tia’s pussy like it was my dick. I smiled to myself as I noticed the pleasure I was giving her. She was moaning and groaning in ecstasy no matter how much she tried to stifle herself. While I feasted on her kitty she licked her fingers, and then rubbed them around her hard nipples. She put her titties in her mouth, gently biting and sucking on them. We went on this way for a while, until Tia craved more.
"Make love to me, Isaiah." She muttered lowly and I didn’t have to be told twice.
I climbed on top of her in the missionary position. I gave her entire face a load of kisses as I eased my baby maker into her womanhood, stroking her middle lovingly…like it always should have been.
"Oooh! Ooooh shit," My sister-in-law moaned as I was hitting her g-spot.
I stroked Tia slow until I felt she was ready for me to get a little rougher. I sped up and gave her deep, penetrating thrusts.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Tia hollered. "Fuck me, Isaiah! Fuck me hard!"
I jammed in and out of Tia as she screamed my name until she was damn near hoarse. I pulled out and flipped her over, readying her for doggy-style. Tia’s pussy lips were spread and her big, firm mocha ass was tooted up in the air.
"Take my pussy," Tia said with an exhale.
I grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart. Tia grabbed hold of the sheets and arched her back as I entered her again.
"Ahhhh! Ahh fuck! Oh my God," Tia screamed as I my nine inches dug deep into her.
Tia’s pussy was dripping wet as she began humping back on my cock. I grabbed her by the waist and loved her until she couldn’t take it anymore.
"Ooh! Ooooh God, I’m gonna to cum, Isaiah! I’m gonna cum," She muttered.
I felt my own orgasm coming on as I gave her my death stroke. I hit her g-spot over and over until she came over my dick.
"Fuck! I’m cumming, I’m cumming, baby!" Tia yelled hoarsely.
As Tia had just finished coming, my orgasm overtook me and I coated her insides with my seed. I pulled out and we laid side by side, breathing in each other's sexual fumes, until we drifted off to sleep.
So there you have it. How my affair with my sister-in-law all began. Is it wrong...yes, but our hearts deem our actions to be right. Looking at this beautiful woman lying sound asleep next to me, if I had to choose I would have slept with her that first time all over again. I'm happy and I make her happy. My book tour for College Bluez II
is coming up. Tia's agreed to come with me along with Kyla, but I have a feeling that when it's over the three of us won't be returning home.
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