This weekend my brother and his wife were in town. They live in another country, and we haven't seen them in a year. It's always great to spend time with them and their beautiful little girls. I love catching up with my brother and his wife over drinks, and it's such a thrill to watch our daughter play with her cousins. Even though our daughter is too little to remember these kids, it was great to see her having fun with them.
I've thought my sister-in-law was hot for a very long time. Whereas I'm short and somewhat full-figured, she is tall and statuesque. Whereas my hair is dark, she has gorgeous blonde tresses. And whereas my breasts are just fine despite their modesty, she has a beautiful pair of D cups that I fantasize about kissing, licking and sucking. But why stop with her breasts? Everything about her, from her smooth shoulders to her slender legs to her perfect ass gets me wet.
I've seen her naked two and a half times. The first time was on a family camping trip. One morning we both happened to find ourselves in the communal bathroom taking showers at the same time. This is probably long before I ever acknowledged my attraction to women, let alone to her specifically, but it was a very exciting experience. Her body was flawless, and she wasn't even slightly shy about letting me see her naked. At that point, I could definitely admit that she was sexy, even if I wasn't ready to fantasize about my brother's wife.
The one-half time was at our wedding. She was one of my bridesmaids, and when I mentioned that I needed something borrowed (to complete the custom of "something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue") she gave me her thong, which she had just put on a few minutes before. I only got to see her ass, and just for a second at most since she was wearing a dress. That's why I'm calling this a half of a time. It was still hot, though, and hotter still because I knew she had no panties on. By this point, I was more than comfortable fantasizing about her, and I imagined us retreating to the honeymoon suite during some downtime between the ceremony and the reception.
The other time, most of the women in my family had gone to Vegas to celebrate someone's birthday. One of the activities planned for the trip was a visit to a day spa for massages. She and I partnered up, got undressed, had our massages in the same room, and afterwards showered off together. Naturally, this reminded me of the earlier camping trip. I was so turned on by the experience that while my sisters and cousins all went gambling, I ran back to the hotel, locked myself in my room, called Jack and had phone sex while fingering myself until I was lying in a puddle.
Obviously she and I will never have sex. Even if she is as into me as I am into her (something I strongly doubt, incidentally), the fact that we see each other once a year for just a couple days means that it's more than likely not meant to be. And even if it was more convenient, even if she lived a reasonable distance away and I saw her on a more frequent basis, I doubt it's the sort of thing she would be interested in making happen.
Anyway, shh. Don't tell anybody. My brother would look at me weird if he knew.
This week's prompt: to take someone into one's confidence