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No Kissing [Swinging] [FM]

The stairs creak under my feet as an unfamiliar hand holds mine and leads me upstairs. My head turns back to look at my husband as he scoots along our sofa towards a woman he has clearly fancied since we moved in next door to them 18 months ago. His eyes brim with a lust that I barely recognise and his arm slips round her slender shoulders. It’s too much to watch, and so I turn away and follow a man that isn’t my husband upstairs.

His hand is rougher than Carl’s, but the way he holds it is gentle. Like he can feel my trepidation and nervousness and so is treating me accordingly. When we get to the landing he stops and turns to me, smiling down with a hand resting on my hip carefully.

“Which room?”

Not my bedroom. I can’t do it there. Not where I sleep with Carl. I look past him to the spare room and nod towards it before stepping past him into a bare white room with a simple double bed that takes up most of the space. My fingers flick the light on and I shift away from the door, hearing Leigh pushing the door almost closed behind us so that we’re left alone. Read more »

Alone, Together [MF 30s-40s][Cheating]

“You sure about this?” Michelle asks, our first born child swaddled against her chest as she watches me put on my thickest coat and some leather driving gloves. I look at her over the top of my glasses and give my wife a tired shrug.

“Storm isn’t getting any easier, is it? If anything it’s going to get worse. So best I go now and try to beat the worst of it.”

Her lips purse and I can see how reluctant she is for me to go out in what some forecasters have said is the storm of the century. Ideally I’d have my slippers on and be lounging in front of the TV to watch the worst of it from the comfort of my home. And that had been the plan until Angela had called, alone and worried she didn’t have enough food in for the coming storm. Read more »

The Wrong Sister – Epilogue

I love weddings. I love how they bring together your close friends and family for a party and celebration, where everyone can have a good time and enjoy themselves and not worry about the complexities of life for a day. That said friends and family can witness you declare your love for the man of your dreams and celebrate in that love through the celebrated mediums of food, drink and dancing.

Standing at the side of the dancefloor holding a flute of something fancy, I can see all of those smiling faces. My brother, the high-functioning fool that he is, with his tie wrapped around his forehead and his cheeks flushed red from the wine he’s spent most of the day drinking. His beautiful wife, swirling in a blue dress around him, laughing at how idiotic her husband could be and loving him even more despite it.

My sister too, holding her very tired looking daughter in her arms and bouncing along to the song being blared from the speakers beside the DJ. It’s like she can feel my eyes on her because they find mine and she smiles before heading over towards me. Abby turns and notices where they’re heading and reaches out for me. I dutifully take my four year old niece from her mother and hold her masterfully at my hip. Read more »

The Wrong Sister Part 8 (FM)

The next day was perfect.

Will came to mine in the evening for tea and the girls got to meet their mother’s new boyfriend. We sit in the living room and discuss with them openly about the break up of his marriage, explaining to them gently that sometimes things just don’t work out. That just because Will was no longer with Hannah didn’t mean he didn’t care about her. That it wasn’t too dissimilar to how it was between their father and me.

The messier details we keep from them, but they understood in their own way. Plus they are far more excited that they will be seeing more of Will, who they adore. I watch the three of them play together while I cook us dinner, and then after that is all done and Will has washed up, we sit and watch a film together as a family.

I have never felt so complete, so blissful, as I am while sat with my girls cuddled up beside us and my hand in Will’s. Read more »

The Wrong Sister Part 7 (FM)

Hannah turns away and against all better judgement I chase after her, holding the dressing gown to my naked form in the hope I don’t spill out of it. It must look pathetic to any neighbours watching, a scantily clad middle-aged woman chasing after her pregnant sister.

“Han wait,” I say pushing her car door shut as she gets to it. “I can explain.”

It’s such a stupid thing to say and she knows it. And it’s very much unlike Hannah to bark as bitterly as she does then – in fact, it’s something altogether like something I’d have done once upon a time. A time before Will.

“Oh really? You can explain why you’re naked but for a practically sheer dressing gown, answering the door in my ex-husband’s house?”

I bite my lower lip and groan. “Well, maybe not.” I admit, deciding that there’s nothing I can say that will be able to explain this away.

“No, I didn’t think so. You… you’re sleeping with him?”

A deep breath as I look my sister in the eye. I give her the slightest of nods, which just makes her look even more sickened. Read more »

The Wrong Sister Part 6 (FM)

*(Author’s Note:*

*Apologies for those waiting on this one – it’s taken a little longer to write for a variety of different reasons. Mostly some serious writers block, and then the fact that it’s probably my biggest ever chapter. But there was a lot to cover, so… apologies if it’s a little long!)*

*Hope you enjoy :) )*

I left Will’s and headed home, my head swimming with far too many emotions to deal with effectively at once. The most prominent is anger. Anger at how he’s treated me, how he acted. How far he had been from the man I had grown to love.

Love. I’d told him I’d loved him too. And that had silenced him. Shock? Embarrassment? I couldn’t tell. And I was most likely never going to be able to ask how he felt now after all that had transpired. All I can do is softly tap my forehead against my steering wheel in frustration, wishing I could have those words back.

Hannah is waiting for me at home and, without getting into what fully transpired in my lacklustre attempt to save her marriage, I tell her that Will wants no part of raising her and Justin’s child. I console her while she sobs and do as I said I would do – I tell her that she can do better. Read more »

The Wrong Sister Part 5 (FM, Cheating)

It takes me a little time to quite hear what Hannah has told me. Then she gives me a sharp look, as if affronted I’ve not reacted sooner to the news that she is potentially carrying a child that isn’t her husbands.

“Hannah… how?”

It is the wrong question to put to her, and her sad sniffles are replaced with a touch of anger. “How do you think Izzy?!” she snaps, then goes back to looking morose again. “I… I slept with someone else.”

“Who?” I demand, not taking kindly to her tone despite the pit opening up in my stomach.

Hannah licks her lips, but I already know what she is about to say, so I decide to say the name for her.

“Justin?”

My sister hesitates, then looks down solemnly and nods.

I lean back into my chair and exhale slowly, wondering how to untangle the extra mess that Hannah has added to the mess I am already in with her husband. The only difference between me and my little sister is I have been sensible enough to take medication after letting her husband repeatedly fill me with his seed. Read more »

The Wrong Sister Part 4 (FM, Cheating, Risky)

There is nothing that you will ever encounter that will prepare you for receiving terrible news over the phone on a non-descript Thursday afternoon. The feeling of anxiety and fear as you rush to the hospital, unsure of what you’re going to find, is bad enough. It is amplified significantly when you know you missed calls from your family because you were being fucked by your brother-in-law.

That guilt is even worse when I console Hannah at the hospital, knowing that Will’s cum has soaked into my underwear. A quite literal stain of betrayal follows me into the room where my mum is, and I vow to myself that it would be the last time I do this to my family.

He’d at least come to my rescue, offering to pick up my girls from school as I rushed to be beside my mum. With our family surrounding her she was in good spirits despite her collapse at home. And as she spoke to us I mused that maybe Hannah had gotten a little overwhelmed by such an innocuous incident – that mum was robust and healthy and would be out in no time. Read more »

The Wrong Sister Part 3 (FM, Cheating, Risky)

Sunday wasn’t a good day for me. Hangovers in my thirties had always been brutal, and this one was exacerbated by the feeling of confusion and hurt as I recalled what had happened between me and my brother-in-law. Another secret and sudden tryst had ended with an equally sudden shunning from Will as I had sought to bring him home with me.

It was the suddenness that I couldn’t get my head around. The sex had somehow been even more incredible than his wedding, with what felt like an even more intense connection between the two of us. An unspoken understanding I couldn’t even begin to describe. I was sure he must have felt something similar between us, that I knew him well enough that he wouldn’t just fuck me and leave.

Until he did just that.

I could understand feeling guilty after what we’d done, but to just leave without a word? And, just to confuse me more, to kiss me before running off?

I remained part of the walking dead for most of Sunday, only leaving the house to go to the chemist and get another morning after pill to stop an unwanted pregnancy with Will. For a moment I considered going on birth control, but surely it wouldn’t happen again. Especially after how he’d left me in the club. Read more »

The Wrong Sister Part 2 (FM, Cheating, Risky, Public, Clothed)

The first thing I did after the wedding was visit the chemist, conscious of the fact that I could be pregnant. It was a fun conversation to have with my daughters as I asked them to wait in the car while I got the morning after pill. Telling them it was a ‘special mummy pill’ seemed to placate them – that and the chocolate they each got for behaving at the wedding.

I’d not had a chance to see Will again before we left the venue. I wasn’t sure how I would feel seeing him anyway. On one hand it was one of the worst things I had ever done, sleeping with my sister’s very new husband. But on the other… I had felt desired and lusted after for the first time in years.

And the sex… no one night stand had ever felt as good as that. I’d certainly never felt that kind of connection before. Seeing Will wasn’t going to be an immediate problem anyway, considering he would be on his honeymoon for a fortnight. Enough time for me to get my head around things, I hoped. Read more »