I don't often write about my big sister
Sarah, for though we are close in most ways, we are on different planets as far as our sex lives go. She is as straight-forward and vanilla as they come. And we're not talking fresh vanilla with the
little bits of seeds in: we're talking vanilla extract, where the nasty bits have been taken out.
She couldn't imagine the sexual experiences I have, and couldn't imagine them being sexy. She thinks a blowjob is unsavoury. So obviously, I don't share this part of my life with her.
But her husband, ah well. Robert (with my little sister) is largely responsible for reigniting my sexual curiosity. From smuggled giggles and risqué comments to a full hot blooded affair he swept me down the path to depravity (and showed me where the muck on the Internet was).
We've cooled it in the last few years - partly because we're both very busy, mainly because it's so difficult having an affair with your brother-in-law (tip: it's not really a good idea, it was a bit silly of us - we risked breaking my sister's heart and smashing up our families).
However, I can warmly recommend the virtues of having an affair with big man (tall, broad shouldered and big in all the important ways).
Stories featuring my brother-in-law
