A woman is seeking advice from our readers after she accidentally walked in on her sister’s husband bathing. Requesting to remain anonymous, the woman explained that she couldn’t stop thinking about her brother-in-law’s dick.
Nothing prepared me for what I saw that evening. I think about it sometimes and wish it was not real; I imagine that these past weeks have been a dream. But none of these wishes come true. There is only the thought of him and the thing I saw when my sister was away.
I flew in from Ohio months ago. My flight was long and boring, and I could do nothing other than watch a show I had no interest in watching. It was a show about relationships and marriage, and I would be telling a lie if I said it didn’t annoy me.
It annoyed me chiefly for two reasons. The first reason is the failed state of my past relationship. It has been almost a year, and still, I cannot forgive him. He left me for a girl half my age, who was not half as pretty as me. She wore a smile I knew to be fake the first time we met. It spread over her face like bad makeup, but I could not point it out because doing so would make me come off as jealous—the kind of woman who wishes the world revolved around her.
The second reason I hated the show was this: it reminded me of the painful reality that I was headed to my sister’s house. She is only two years older than I am. But it felt weird that I was headed to her house to stay with her for a couple of months.
I tried to give myself hope, muttering that six months was not so long. But this does not help. Six months continued to appear longer than all my years in college.
The plane halted with a gust, and we alighted. My sister was there with her husband in the waiting area. He looked just the way he did when I met him during the wedding two years ago. His hair rested on one side of his face, and his face held that child-like innocence that was still hard to resist. I believe it is the reason my sister agreed to marry him in the first place.
He was the first one I saw because he waved his hands with such enthusiasm and hugged me with just as much innocence. When he pulled back from the hug, my sister moved in to hug me, too. It was then that I noticed she had put on a lot of weight. Her frame filled my arms completely, and for the first time that morning, I pulled an involuntary smile. She saw this smile and teased it, and so, as some kind of payback, I teased her weight.
I mentioned that she should now be heavier than one of our biggest Aunts. Her response was a feeble scoff. Her husband laughed at this, going on to mention how much he missed his own sisters. The very sisters I had seen be mean to him. I remember clearly how one called him a name that made him very uncomfortable. He had pretended not to hear it, but his face twitched, and, noticing this, I looked away so that he would not feel the more uncomfortable.
The house was bigger than I expected. The car rolled into the garage, and I stepped out, my sister coming over to hold me. She led me to the sitting room. There, I sat and was served lunch. After that, I walked into the bathroom and had a quick bath. The bathroom was just opposite my sister’s room, and so I wrapped myself pretty good in my warm towel before stepping out.
My sister saw me step out and smiled.
“You don’t have to be so uncomfortable. This is my room. My husband barely comes around here. Our room is on the other wing. This wing is yours for now.”
My response was a nod, relief flooding my mind. It would have been very uncomfortable to have my sister and her husband on the same wing of the house as me.
That evening, we sat as a family and talked for a while, and when it was bedtime, my sister and her husband went over to the other side of the house. It happened this way for some days until one evening when I had finished bathing, I walked into my sister’s room to pick up something. I had not imagined I would see her husband there. But he was, just by the small stool where all the creams in the house were kept.
He was naked and was rubbing some cream on his body. I tried to leave, as he had not seen me. But somehow, I could not move. A blue light just above him scattered light from his body. I watched.
I watched him spread the cream across his body, his hands working it so that the cream made his skin shine. He seemed to not see me, and I think even today that he did not. When he moved to the other side, I saw his dick. It looked so good I found myself drooling. Its cap was a bit red, and its shaft was long enough to make anyone scream.
I imagined what it would feel like inside of me, what it would feel like if I gagged on it. My mind immediately flashed to my sister, and I drew myself out of this lust.
I backpedaled very slowly out of the room and into mine, where I fell to my bed and stared at the ceiling, sorry for what had just happened. I closed my eyes and tried to purge the thought away, but it stayed.
And it did not stay for only that night; it stayed for longer nights, and even now, I cannot stop thinking about his dick. Even when my sister is there, I think about her husband. I think about how it will feel inside me.
It has become quite an obsession, and I do not know what to do about it. Can you help me? I want to stop thinking about my sister’s husband’s dick.
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