Chapter 1
Sindie
I haven’t exactly stayed true to my promise from the day of my vows. Yes, I have been sleeping with Brian occasionally. Mostly because of his veiled threats that aren’t that veiled. Stop fucking him and he will hand Jace the videos that he has made of us fucking in his house.
Now we are at a pool barbeque put on by Brian to supposedly celebrate the anniversary that Jace missed while on the road. I am filled with guilt now. Like the asshole he is, he invited his buddies from work. People that Jace and I do not even know.
After the meal and lots of booze, Jace ends up in the pool playing pool volley ball with lots of women in miniscule bikinis with a couple of other guys. I see the women taking every opportunity to rub up against Jace. Yes, I am jealous.
When Brian covertly pulls me into one of the cabanas furthest away from the pool.
I did not resist. In moments he had my bikini off and had his cock buried in my pussy balls deep.
“Happy anniversary baby, it was five years ago that I filled your pussy with my seed before your wedding vows and here I am doing it again like the past four years,” he crowed while slamming into me over and over.
Again I feel deeply ashamed of what I am doing with Jason only 20 yards away. I purse my lips to stifle my moans that now buzz through my nose. I feel swept away with guilt as I feel Brian’s seed flooding into my pussy.
“One of these days I am going to fill this belly with my baby,” Brian groans as he fills my uterus.
“I will cherish the knowledge that my brother is raising my baby for the rest of my life,” he adds.
Once again, I have tears fill my eyes. How could Brian be this cruel that he would do that to his brother?
I have Brian leave the cabana first to give me time to clean up a bit and put my bikini back on. My eyes immediately look for Jason in the pool and my stomach twists when I see him gazing over at me. Now I have to come up with some reason for being in the cabana.
Jason
It was a few minutes ago that I saw Brian coming out of one of the cabanas. Now I see Sindie coming out of a cabana. Was it the same cabana that Brian came out of? I didn’t really pay attention to which one he came out of.
Still, I think it is quite a coincidence that Sindie is coming out of a cabana minutes after Brian came out of one. I have suspicions growing over this past year of things I have noticed about Sindie’s behavior.
I see that Sindie is peering over at me while she makes her way to the drink table to get a cup of the spiked punch. The expression on her face seems unreadable to me.
Suddenly I am no longer in a partying mood.
The suspicions that have been growing steadily is leading me to conclusions that I’d rather not have concerning my wife of five years.
Regardless, I have had enough of my brother for one day.
There is no doubt in my mind that he is up to something.
I grab Sindie and tell her we are leaving.
Sindie is unusually quiet on the drive home. “Was that Brian that I saw come out of your cabana?” I asked fishing for a reaction. “I-I-I…was alone,” she stammered. “That’s not the way I saw it,” I poked at her again. She did not say another word on the drive home.
Sindie took a shower as soon as we got home. I wonder why since she never got in the pool. I will need to shower to rinse off the chlorine from the pool but I decide to wait till she is out of the bathroom.
It was curious to me when I saw Sindie washing
out her bikini bottom when I came into the bathroom why would she need to scrub her swim suit when she never got in the pool today. I guess that can be added to my list of suspicious behavior. At that thought I decide to start a list of odd behaviors that are happening.
I go to my den after my shower and start the list on an essay type notebook.
I list her being late from work every Wednesday.
Weekly visits to her mother’s home two cities away every weekend.
And now my suspicion that she was alone in that cabana with Brian.
Knowing what a snake my brother is with all of the shit he has done to me all my life.
I feel a shiver run up my spine when I wonder what they may have done in that cabana all alone. But like so many times before this I have no real proof.
I can’t count the times my brother has been able to get one over on me. He stole two of my girlfriends while I was in High School. He turned several girls away from me when I was in junior high.
He fucked one of the girls I dated in college and then bragged about it to my face with a shit eatin grin saying he banged the sexy cheerleader. Always trying to prove how much better he was than I am.
You can say that I have no love lost for my sickening brother. He is the same brother who beat me up when I was five years old. The same brother who did that again when he was 15 and I was 12.
He is the same brother who pushed me down the stairs when I was ten years old which resulted in my right arm being broken in two places.