My Confessional

My sister and her husband are very active in their church. In addition to Sunday service and Bible study during the week, they participate and volunteer in variety of church activities. I’ve attended their church a few times. They have a wonderful church community.

To help my sister with her anxiety about her lack of sexual desire, my brother-in-law enlisted the help of one of the ministers at their church. This minister is a traditionalist or literalist (or something). He believes that intercourse is strictly for procreation. It is his view, a couple shouldn’t engage in sex unless they are attempting to have a child. When my brother-in-law told me this, I was confused. He thought it was lunacy, but never forgot when the minister say it during a sermon.

My brother-in-law never thought he’d be in a sexless marriage after only 5 years but since he is he doesn’t want my sister getting paranoid about him going outside their marriage to find satisfaction. He never wants her to discover he’s fucking her sister. He wants to keep our affair going and as long as no one finds out there’s no reason for it to end. So, he is turning to the church for help.

He and my sister met with the minister once before we left for Las Vegas and again since we returned from Sedona. He counseled them on intimacy without intercourse. My brother-in-law said the talks were positive (but ridiculous) and my sister already seems more at ease. She hasn’t spoken to me about it, but our mother said she told her talking with the minister has been very helpful. They plan to meet with him a few more times.

My brother-in-law admitted something to me. It has been so long since he’s fucked my sister, he’s not interested any more. He wants her to focus on motherhood and not think about their non-existent sex life. He hopes talking to the minister will ease her conscience and will convince her he’s not looking for sex from her (because he’s not). That way he can keep his focus on fucking me and keep her clueless. (August 2018)

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Some of this I’ve shared in previous blogs. My sister is 8 years older than me. She’s the oldest, I’m the youngest and we have 3 brothers in between. Her 28th birthday is this month. My 20th is in November. Only a few days separate mine and my brother-in-law’s birthdays. He’ll be 34.  

My sister left home when I was about 9 to go away to university and never returned for any long period. During the Summer she would always find a job away or travel. On Winter breaks, she would work or visit friends. So, I only saw her for Thanksgiving and our family’s annual vacation during Labor Day weekend. While my sister and I have always had a good relationship, because of our time apart I am closer to my brothers.

When it was time for me to choose a university, I decided to go away to school to attend the alma mater of my dad and oldest brother and to be close to my sister. I looked forward to being near her again for the 1st time many years.

While at university, I lived 10-15 minutes away from my sister and her husband. During my freshman and (most of) sophomore years, my sister and I saw each other about once a month or so. My mother used to call asking, have you seen your sister? No. Have you talked to her? No. What’s the benefit of living so close, if you don’t see each other? I always told her, my sister and her husband are busy living their lives and I’m busy with school. Honestly, when I first came to the area I expected to see her more but that’s not how things worked out.

Ironically, I started seeing my sister more when her husband started fucking me. Although I felt guilty being around her, I made more of an effort and she was receptive. Her husband was coming to my apartment 3 times a week to see me and I started going to see my sister at least once a week. It was weird really because at 1st I didn’t realize I was doing it. My brother-in-law says even though being with my sister made me uncomfortable, I was overcompensating for being with him. A guilty conscientious.

The crazy thing is my sister and I have developed a closer relationship, in the 5 months of her husband fucking me, than we had before. Although I am grateful for our closeness, I not thrilled about how or why its happened. In addition to feeling guilty being around her, I also feel like a detective. Trying to see if she suspects anything and always relieved when it appears she remains clueless to what going on between me and her husband. In a weird way, I think I am also seeking her permission or approval. I’m a psychologist’s dream with that one.

After being with my brother-in-law this Summer, I’ve had an attitude adjustment. I am not proud of what I am doing with my sister’s husband but it is happening and I like it. Although I care about my sister, I no longer feel the guilt I used to nor do I feel the need to overcompensate. With classes starting and living arrangements changing (more about this in a future blog) I will not be seeing my sister as frequently. Mostly we’ll go back to seeing each other once a month, maybe less. While I’ve enjoyed much of the time spent with my sister, despite the guilt, I am looking forward to more intermittent contact. (August 2018)

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2 weeks after we got back from the business trip in Europe, my brother-in-law was taking me away again as part of my internship at his job. We were to be away 2 weeks and like before he promised he had some surprises for me during our travels.

My brother-in-law received a flattering email from a colleague in the London office we visited. A manager for whom I worked, described me as energetic, bright and conscientious and stated I was welcome back anytime. My brother-in-law showed the email to my sister. My proud sister blasted the details out to family and friends. Soon I was getting calls, texts and emails congratulating me on a job well done.

My brother-in-law had his motives for showing that email to my sister. At all times, she’s been supportive, never questioning, but just in case she had any suspicions, by hearing how well I did in Europe it would hopefully relieve any doubts.

In addition to my sister’s support, I had my dad’s. When I spoke to him prior to us leaving, he was delighted about what he heard of my time in Europe. He was grateful my brother-in-law was giving me this wonderful opportunity to work and travel. He hoped I wasn’t taking any of it for granted. I assured him I wasn’t. I told him my brother-in-law had pushed [fucked] me to my limits in Europe and I was grateful for the challenge. I would express my gratitude [by riding his dick and licking his balls as often as possible] during this next trip and work hard, as I had in Europe, to provide whatever [sexual satisfaction] he needed. My dad said that was the perfect attitude to have. He also called my brother-in-law thanking him for what he was doing for me, my brother-in-law told him it was his pleasure.

Las Vegas was hot as blazes. 110 degrees in the shade. While my brother-in-law was taking part in week long seminar, he had his office arrange for me to participate in a community service project with the city. It was the perfect match for my major and I loved seeing a different aspect of Las Vegas away from the bright lights and resort casinos.

After our day apart, we would meet up, walk the strip and checkout the various casinos. I was surprised and pleased with my brother-in-law’s openness in Vegas. We held hands, hugged and kissed in public. We did this throughout Europe also, but never in the 2 cities (London and Madrid) where he had established work connections. In Vegas, he wasn’t as concerned with us being seen even by the other seminar participants.

While in Vegas, our 5-month anniversary happened. He surprised me by remembering the date, August 7th.

We celebrated by reenacting our 1st time. Something we’ve never done before. From him coming to my apartment, grabbing me and kissing me. Getting his hand under my dress, into my panties and finger fucking me. (It all happened so fast, I think I must have been in total shock. I definitely didn’t see it coming.)

Then getting the most amazing pussy eat out ever. I remember looking down seeing my brother-in-law’s face in my pussy, I didn’t understand what was happening.

Then without hesitating, I climbed up and sat on his incredible dick. The challenge of taking him. I didn’t think I could. When he got inside me, I didn’t think I could take him all. For sure, my longest slide down a dick shaft. Getting a dick rammed up in me like I didn’t think possible. Feeling like his dick head was at the back of my throat. I remember thinking, My God, his dick is massive… how does my sister do it?!

We both agree the most incredible moment was when I felt something I’d never felt before and I had to wait for his grunting to stop for him to tell me I was feeling his cum bursting up in me. He got the shock of his life, when he realized he was the 1st man to cum inside me. And, that night in Vegas, we celebrated the fact he remains the only man to shoot his seed inside me, by him plowing in to me relentlessly and me receiving all the cum his dick could deliver.

I like knowing other’s perspective on our situation and I appreciate yours.

About the email: Time will tell if my opinion changes... so I’ll see.

There is much I can’t express in my writing. From what I share about him (and what he’s shared about himself) he may seem like the man you describe. I’ve known him for years, obviously my family has also, and I know he’s a good person. My blog is about one aspect of our lives, so I can understand from this view you would think differently.

Even if he had 100 affairs before me, what’s happened between us would still have happened. I think.

I don’t believe he chose me for a special mystical reason. He made his move on me because he wanted to fuck me.

Thank you for the “absolute smoke show” comment. In all honesty I had to Google it because I didn’t know what it meant.

Thank you.

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When my brother-in-law and I returned from the 6 week business trip through Europe, I saw my sister twice without him. He thought it best she not see us together for a little while. Having been together constantly for 6 weeks, he figured we most likely developed some subtle intimacies she might pick up on.

My 1st visit with her, we talked about the trip. She wanted to hear all about it. She bragged it was her idea for my brother-in-law to take me. She was excited I got to see Europe because she loved it so much. I thanked her for convincing him and told her it was the trip of a lifetime. He is such a workaholic, she was glad he didn’t get consumed with work and neglect me. I told her I definitely wasn’t neglected. (He was consumed but it wasn’t with work. The time he spent fucking me far outweighed time spent working.)

Since things started with my brother-in-law, I’ve been hesitant to be around my sister. I felt shame for what I was doing with her husband, and I feared she might find out somehow. After Europe, any guilt or fear I had before was gone. Seeing her, I felt much more relaxed. After being with her husband non-stop for 6 weeks, I had a new attitude. I wasn’t ashamed of our relationship anymore. Of course, I didn’t want my sister (or anyone) to find and I was confident she didn’t know.  

I was with my brother-in-law right before seeing my sister. As we talked, I still had the taste of her husband’s cum in my mouth and could still feel the sensation of his dick inside me. My pussy was having post fuck spasms. He text me (Can you still feel my cock?) while I was with my sister. In the past, I would  have been nervous receiving his naughty text in her presence. That day I wasn’t nor was I ashamed to be with my sister as I replied to her husband, telling him I could still taste and feel him, so much so my pussy was in spasm because of the fucking he delivered to me.  

The 2nd visit with my sister went another way. It started out regular, playing with my nephew and more talk about the trip. Then she admitted she was relieved to have been separated from my brother-in-law for the 6 weeks we were away. I was shocked until she explained what she meant. Then it made sense.

Because they weren’t having sex, she’d been stressed. Denying him, made her feel guilty. Their son was almost 10 months and she still wasn’t interested in taking her husband’s dick. No intercourse in over a year. (I knew but I acted like it was news, thinking I couldn’t go a week without his dick.) She said he wasn’t pressuring her, especially the last few months he’s really given her space (that’s because he’s been fucking me senseless) but she still had anxiety because she was married to man with a high sex drive. (No one knew better than me that was the understatement of them all.) Even though my brother-in-law was giving her plenty of space, she still felt guilty.

I told her while we were away he was completely devoted to her. She was very happy to hear that. She said he’d been great, very patient and understanding. She wasn’t sure how long his patience would hold out but she knew he would never cheat. Of course, I agreed with her. She believed it wasn’t in his nature. I told her trust is essential in a relationship. She agreed, saying she trusted him completely.

As part of my internship, my brother-in-law was taking me on another business trip. We’d be gone 2 weeks. I was very much looking for to it. I wondered if she was relieved he was going away again. She hated to say she was. With him away, she wasn’t constantly reminded of their sexless situation. (Good to know! So while I’m riding her husband’s dick she’ll be stress free because he’s with me and not home with her.) She told me not to tell him. I told her I wouldn’t, but of course I did. She thanked me for listening. I told her we should have more talks like this. (Because it allows me to gage her thinking to see if there are hints she might figure out her husband is fucking her sister.)

When I told my brother-in-law the things she said, he was concerned the stress of denying him pussy could lead to paranoia about him cheating. She might start paying closer attention and figure things out. He had a plan to make sure that didn’t happen. He wouldn’t tell me what it was, promising to do so later.

He didn’t care if her sex drive ever returned. He tells me over and over, I satisfy him in ways my sister never did or ever could. Plowing me is his favorite thing ever and if my sister ever wanted sex again, the way things were going with us he didn’t think he had anything left for her.  

My brother-in-law said I couldn’t leave Italy without seeing Rome. So, that was our next and last stop. We took the ferry from the Coast to Naples and then the train to Rome.

The 6 weeks had gone by so quickly. I couldn’t believe our time was up. 6 countries, 12 locales and Beyoncé. The experience of a lifetime and I had my brother-in-law to thank for it all. (July 2018)

Our 2nd stop in Italy was the Amalfi Coast. My brother-in-law said he 1st visited in his early 20s. He’s been back a few times. It’s one of his favorite places. I am grateful he wanted to share it with me.

After being in the major cities of Paris and Venice, it was a nice change. There were lots of vacationers but it still felt more relaxed. The cliffs and coastline were incredibly beautiful. We spent much of our time in the water, when we weren’t in the villa fucking. The more I took his dick (and I took it a lot), the more I hated to think our time away was soon coming to an end. (July 2018)

Our next stop was Venice. I loved how my brother-in-law was not telling me where we were going until I found out at the airport. It made our travels a true adventure. We left Paris the day after the Beyoncé and JayZ concert. I was still on a high.

As we sat in the airport waiting for our flight, my brother-in-law leaned over, gently kissed me and told me Venice is my sister’s favorite city. She asked him, before we left home, if we had time would he take me to see Venice.

Each place he’d taken me was really beautiful and special in its own way. Arriving in Venice I understood why it was my sister’s favorite. It is an absolutely gorgeous city. My sister and I spoke while we were there and she was excited I got to see Venice with her husband… which was kinda weird. Thankfully she didn’t know how her husband showed me over and over again how excited he was to be with me in her favorite city. (July 2018)

This happened!!!!!!!!!! Everyone who knows me knows I am crazy about Beyoncé... but I’d never seen her in concert.

I don’t know how my brother-in-law got tickets to a sold out show, but he did. He said he knew somebody who knew somebody. I told him I was glad they all knew each other... so he could surprise me with this incredible experience!

And we were so close. The video doesn’t really show how close. I could reach out and touch her and JayZ.

This surprise from my brother-in-law is definitely the best gift EVER. I look at the video and photos we took and still can’t believe we were there. (July 2018)

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From Monaco, my brother-in-law took me to Paris. Although I’ve never been very interested in travel, I’d seen so many photographs of Paris. Having seen many photos of the city, it was hard to believe I was really there. It was beyond amazing.

Paris was the other place my brother-in-law and sister went on their honeymoon. 1st Santorini and then Paris. And, he did it again. We stayed at the same place they did. They stayed in the apartment of one of his clients and he arranged for us to stay there also. Just as he did in Santorini, my brother-in-law fucked me in the same bed he fucked my sister. It was a surreal experience taking my sister’s husband’s dick in the same bed where they started their marriage 5 years before. I am ashamed to admit, it made our time in Paris all the more special.

If taking me to Paris and all the other places we visited wasn’t incredible and surprising enough, my brother-in-law stunned me with the surprise of all surprises. Stay tuned... (July 2018)