Christmas with my family reminded me in no uncertain terms that I am still a slut. Always have been and probably always will be. Once again I allowed myself to scratch a very old itch and let my brother-in-law Mike fuck me. We aren’t together very often but when we get the chance, he always seems to find some way to get me to do whatever he wants.
Before I tell the story of what happened during my Christmas visit, though, I thought it would be fun to share how it all started over 20 years ago and then share a few of our hottest encounters when I get some time. The latest was one of our hottest-ever so it will definitely be getting its own post. It’s still burning bright in my memory and has me slippery wet as I sit here typing this.
The first time anything ever happened between us I was 27 (I’m 49 now) and had been divorced for about six months. I desperately needed to get away from the small town where both I and my ex-husband still lived. I would occasionally run into him and his new girlfriend around town and it was starting to wear on my nerves.