1 comments/ 32967 views/ 3 favorites Not My Brother's Wife By: writeonjd Paul never would have thought he would end up in this situation. Having sexual thoughts about his sister. He had met her right after his brother Seth ran off to Vegas and married her. He thought his brother was crazy at first, because they started out having a long distance romance. His now sister-in-law, Joy, lived in Chicago, and he and his brother lived in Dallas. Paul told his brother that he was crazy, that it would never work, but Seth was head-over-heels in love with Joy, and he was ready to die to make it work. Paul had only seen pictures of Joy that his brother displayed proudly on his desk. She did look stunning, he had to give it to Seth. He knew how to pick women. Or they picked him, since he was a top heart specialist, the Director of the Cardiology Center at Dallas General Hospital. Add to that the wealth they inherited from their family, and women came out from everywhere, inviting themselves into their lives. So Paul expected that any woman Seth would date would be a top contender. But when he saw Joy in person, his heart skipped several beats. Her pictures barely captured the natural beauty he saw in front of him. He managed to have a decent conversation with her, introducing himself and welcoming her to the family. Seth talked about her constantly, so Paul felt like he knew her before he actually met her. He almost got knocked off his game, as he stood at the front door, looking into her large brown sparkling eyes, and those berry colored pouty lips. She was wearing a knit dress in emerald green, her favorite color, which hugged her ample curves like a second skin. The cutest smile stretched across her face as she spoke, with her thick mane of sandy brown, shoulder length hair framing her oval face. He quickly saw the reason his brother had become smitten with her so easily. As Paul got to know her better, he found himself becoming more infatuated. He kept his thoughts to himself, happy to be around in the company of his brother and wife, happy to fantasize about the hot and wild sexual positions he could get Joy into, if he ever got the chance. He knew she was madly in love with Seth too, so he knew that chance would never come. That was until Seth had a misstep. The hospital gala ball. That was the beginning of his journey. Paul attended the ball alone, since his main girl was out of the country on a photo shoot. He loved surrounding himself with girls who were either aspiring actresses or models. His passion was chasing (and capturing) beautiful women. But tonight, he was trying monogamy, coming sans date, and maybe leaving sans date. He was happy that Seth and Joy would be there. He enjoyed dancing with Joy, since that was about as close as he could get to what he really wanted, getting her naked in his bed, free to explore and uncover this forbidden territory. He had arrived first, and spied Joy and Seth walking across the ballroom floor, looking for him. He jumped up from the table to greet them. "Hey big brother, I was wondering where in the heck you were. The guest of honor should be on the scene early." "Yeah, right. We had to make an entrance, you know Joy!" Seth laughed. Paul's eyes popped as he took a good gander at Joy's attire. "And look at my sister! Damn Joy! I don't think I've seen anybody else here looking like a Hollywood starlet!" He walked around her to see the back of her dress. It was the tightest, slinky black dress he had seen on anybody, with the back cut down to her ass, and the front dropped down nearly to her navel. Her large breasts were held in place by something magical, nearly spilling out from the material. The dress sparkled, with beads of metallic sheen that radiated the surrounding light. She looked dazzling. "Dayum! Where the hell did you find a dress like this? Your wardrobe is full of surprises!" "Thanks Paul. You look so handsome too, in that Armani tux. How is it that you and Seth always seem to dress so much alike? You two act like twins." "No, he just likes to copy me because I have good taste! That's why he's dating a model, because he can't have you." Paul elbowed him. "Shut up Seth, with your sibling rivalry theories. I look better than you. Look at me and my GQ vibe. Come on Joy, if you had seen me first, who would you have picked? Tell the truth." Paul watched Joy's eyes, as she looked back and forth between the two of them. Paul was the tallest, had deep dimples, and was a shade lighter than Seth's mocha skin tone. Seth had a little dimple in his chin. But they both looked so much alike it was uncanny. Both had thick curly hair, dancing light gray eyes, perfectly shaped full, juicy lips, and bodies so perfectly proportioned that they looked like statues. Joy threw up one hand and shook her head. "No way are you two going to rope me into your crazy debates. You both look suave and sexy, but my husband has the edge. But I love you Paul, you know that. You know you're too fine, you don't even have to ask me!" she laughed. "Ha!" Seth scoffed. "Where's the table, I gotta sit down after hearing his line of crap!" "Speaking of women, where is your girlfriend, Paul?" Joy inquired. "Oh, she had to go to a shoot in France. She will be gone for the next week. So I'm all alone here. Winging it." "Bet he won't be going home alone, just watch him." "Seth, I'm trying to be faithful to my girl. I'm just looking at the eye candy." "Yeah, right. We'll see." They all sat down at the table reserved for the guest of honor. Seth was receiving an award later in the night for Doctor of the Year, so they got the table closest to the dais and the dance floor. The band started playing Earth Wind and Fire's "Can't Hide Love". Joy was about to grab Seth, but Paul, who was sitting on the other side of her, grabbed her hand first. "Come on sis, let's show 'em how to move. You don't mind, do you Bro?" "Yeah, I mind, but I know you're going anyway." "Good. Come on Joy!" They found a spot on the crowded dance floor. They were easily one of the best looking couples out there. Paul was a good dancer and he enjoyed spinning Joy around the floor. Many of the women from the hospital were there, some who worked for him in his lab, and he could see the jealousy written all over their faces as he held her tight and pulled her into his arms. He made sure he gave himself plenty of opportunities to caress Joy's lightly scented skin, while their bodies swayed with the groove of the music. Paul hadn't seen Joy in months, and he was surprised that he missed her so much. She and Seth had been on the verge of divorce, caused by an apparent affair that Joy was having back in Chicago each time she flew back home for business. Her position as a commercial loan officer for real estate development had provided her the perfect opportunity for the illicit affair. Seth never would have known about it if he hadn't stumbled across some emails from Joy's love interest one day. Once the details emerged, Seth kicked Joy out, and they had been separated for over five months. The only thing that kept Seth from filing for divorce was Joy's continuous pleading for forgiveness, and the fact that he couldn't live without her. Paul had even urged him to get over her and move on, but he was adamant that he wanted to give the marriage another try. That's when he decided to invite Joy to the ball, and let her move back home on a trial basis. "You know what, I'm so glad you two got back together. I was really getting tired of seeing Seth moping around all the time, acting like he was gonna die." He twirled her around and pulled her back into his arms. "I know I hurt him. I'm really sorry I put him through all of that. I hope he forgives me. I hope you forgive me too. I know how close you two are." "Yeah, I was pretty mad at you. I even told him to leave you. But I don't think he could live without you. I'm serious. He is really hooked on you." "Do you forgive me Paul? I don't want you being mad at me too." "Girl, we're family. You're back in the fold!" He kissed her cheek. "You just treat him right. He'll be ok." They danced to a few more songs, until dinner was about to be served. When they got back to the table, Seth was gone. Paul figured either he got tired of waiting for them to return, or went to talk with some of the hospital crowd. "Guess he's off mingling again." Paul mused, as he held Joy's chair out for her to sit down. "Yes, he seems to know everybody here. Everybody is so friendly. You don't have to sit here with me Paul. I know you know people here, so it's ok for you to go." "Are you sure? I don't want to leave you here all alone. I know I would feel weird. And I don't mind, I like the company. We never get a chance to talk, you and I. So, how are things coming along? I see you haven't moved back in the house yet." "Well, he says I can come back a little at a time, on a trial basis. He wants to be sure he can trust me, and I won't go running back to Tony. I told him I cut him off and I don't even talk to him. What else can I do for him Paul? He knows how much I love him. I've made all kinds of promises. I'm scared to even look at another man. What does he want from me?" "Joy, you just have to understand how his little mind works. He's kind of rigid in his thinking about relationships, you know? Very traditional. His pride was hurt more than anything, because he never thought you would be capable of cheating on him. I don't think he has ever cheated on any girl he ever dated. But he's coming around. Just give him time. All he talks about is you. Every conversation we have, somehow comes back to you. He really loves you, and he's not about to leave you. I think you'll be back home for good soon." "Really Paul?" Her eyes lit up. "So, you really think he's close to letting me back?" "Yeah, don't worry." He patted her hand. "I know my brother. He tries to act all hard, but he' a giant pussy cat. And he'll never admit it, but you've got his heart wrapped around your finger. Don't you dare tell him I told you all this stuff!" "I won't. Thanks Paul, for making me feel better." She kissed his cheek. " I just keep thinking I'm gonna still lose him, like this is not real and something bad is going to happen." He squeezed her hand. "You're good. I wish I could find somebody to make me fall in love as hard as he has. I've known a lot of girls, but none of them has ever made me act like he acts with you. He says you make him feel so important. You know, I'm really jealous that he has you." He was serious about that. He really envied the love that his brother felt for Joy. He wished many times that it had been he who met her first. Joy looked up into his eyes, peering into his inner soul. "Paul, one day you'll find somebody too. Aside from being a hunk, you strike me as being very caring and loving. You probably just haven't let a woman see that side of you. You'd be surprised at what may happen if you stopped the Playboy act." Paul laughed. "Well, you sure have me pegged! Maybe you're right. I don't know , I've just been doing it for so long, telling myself I love my lifestyle. But I think I'm ready to settle down now." He looked around the room. "Oh, I see Seth, he's out there dancing." Joy strained her neck, scanning the dance floor. "Dancing, with whom?" "A new doctor at the cardiology center. Suzette Coffy. And she is super fine, almost as fine as you! I've been trying to get her to notice me, but she seems to keep me at arm's length. But she's always talking to Seth. I think she's confused. I'm the single one." "Really now." Joy set her eyes on them, intensifying her glare. The band stopped playing, and Seth walked back to the table. The tall, bubbly Suzette walked with him, hanging on his arm and giggling like she was the Prom Queen. Joy kept watching them as they got closer. Paul watched Joy's face change expressions, from concern, to a look of the lioness, ready to pounce on the enemy. Right before they reached the table, they shared another laugh. Then Seth started the introductions. "Suzette, I'd like you to meet my wife, Joy. Joy, this is Dr. Suzette Coffy. She just joined my staff as leader of the cardio-diagnostic laboratory. She's also a surgeon and transplant specialist. And I believe you know my brother Paul, who runs our infectious diseases research lab." She smiled warmly, extending her hand to both of them. "It's so good to meet you both. I thought you were with Paul, Joy. You two look so good sitting here together. And Paul, I believe I've seen you around the hospital. I look forward to seeing more of you." "Yes, nice to meet you too," Joy remarked dryly. Paul was standing and grinning like a giddy boy. "Well, Dr. Coffy, if you ever need anything from my lab, just call me. I'll be sure to take care of you personally." He had noticed her around the hospital and hanging all over Seth before. Her beauty hadn't escaped his watchful eye, even though she seemed to have complete interest only in Seth. And that could only mean one thing, trouble for his brother. "Suzette, where are you sitting? Why don't you join us at our table? You have something in common with my wife. You're both from Chicago. How's that for a small world?" "Oh really? Joy what part of town are you from?" "I grew up on the West side, then we moved to Oak Forest. I had moved to Naperville before I came here." "That so? I grew up in Olympia Fields. Small world. Are you sure you wouldn't mind me crashing your family affair here?" "Not at all, come join us." Seth held out a chair for her, next to him. Joy rolled her eyes at him, but he missed it. He seemed to be enchanted. Paul watched Joy size up Dr. Suzette. She was tall, well proportioned, well endowed, with creamy light brown skin. She had slanted hazel cat eyes and high cheek bones that gave her an exotic look. She had gotten her long, jet black hair dead straight, and it hung down past her shoulders, with razor cut bangs framing her heart shaped face. She swiveled around in a silver gown that was low cut and clinging to every curve. Paul looked back and forth at the two gorgeous women. Was there about to be a Smackdown at the ball? "So Joy, what do you do, are you in medicine too?" Suzette inquired. "No, I'm a Vice President with First Federal American Bank. I'm a commercial loan officer and I head up the real estate development group for the Midwest region." "Yes, Joy came down here with guns blazing. She made vice president in one year. She's the land guru. She headed up the downtown revitalization project with the city. We got to meet the Mayor at a party after the deal closed," Seth recited, with pride. "Really, that's sounds impressive. I suppose somebody has to manage all those deals for those ridiculously tall buildings and what not." "Well, it's a little more involved than that. We do deals for office buildings, hotels, shopping centers, and even mixed use buildings. All these things are vital to the economy." "Oh Lord, don't get her started talking about high finance!" Paul joked. "No no, this is my baby's night. He's getting the award. And I'm so proud of him." She pulled Seth's chin around so she could plant her lips on his. Seth fully involved her lips in a sweltering kiss that would have made even porno stars blush. Paul was wishing it was his lips kissing Joy, but even more amusing was the look on Suzette's face. She looked like she was ready to pounce on Joy now. Paul wondered if his brother even recognized the dynamics of what was going on. Suzette was out to get her hooks in him, and both he and Joy could see it. ***** Monday morning, Paul decided to see if his brother was in tune to what was happening with the cunning Dr. Coffy. He knew how trusting and naïve Seth could be. "Hey bro, you mean you had enough energy to make it in today? I thought you'd be hugged up with Joy somewhere, from the way you looked when you left Saturday night. I don't even have to ask what you did on the way home." He started smirking as he plopped down in the chair in front of his brother's huge oak desk. "Yeah, what do you think we did? I handled mine! What did your ass get? I saw you trying to score with Suzette. Did you take her home?" "Man, that frigid broad! Once you left, she almost bolted for the door. I thought I was taking her home, but I turned around, and she was gone. I tried to talk to her while you and Joy were dancing, and you know what she was doing?" "No, man." "She was busy scoping you out. Man, that bitch is stuck on you! You of all people! Here I am, ready and willing, and she's hot for your old pussy-whipped ass!" he laughed. "That ain't even cool, Paul. You know what, Joy was busting my balls about the same thing when we left the party. The only thing that got her off my ass was me...well, you know. I don't know what you two are seeing. The woman has never stepped out of line with me. She's a brilliant surgeon. We've had some great conversations, and they were always professional." "If Joy saw what I saw, then I'm convinced. She's hot for you. How else can you explain her not falling for the Paul charm?" Seth laughed and shook his head. "Man please! You are so full of yourself, that's probably why. She's too smart for your bull." No sooner than those words were out of his mouth, there was another knock at his door, and who but Suzette peeped in. "Well, if it isn't the Black twins! I hope I'm not interrupting anything important?" "No Suzette, come on in. We were just rehashing the ball. Did you have a good time?" She sauntered her long, leggy body across the room, fixing a gaze on Seth. "Yes, I sure did. How you doing today Paul?" "Fine." Paul sat back to watch this woman work his brother. "So, what brings you by? Something happening in the lab?" "As a matter of fact, there is. I have some test results on a new patient, and I'd like to get your expert opinion on his condition before his consultation. Do you mind?" "No, not at all. Let me wrap up my desk, and I'll join you in your office. Five minutes." "Ok, thanks Dr. Black. See you later Paul." She sashayed out of the door. "You see that shit?" Paul quipped. "She barely even recognized me, she was falling all over you. 'Can you help me, big strong Dr. Seth?' Ha!" he laughed after mimicking Suzette. "Paul, you need to stop. We're colleagues. Plus I'm her superior. She's professional enough to know that. And I'm married. She saw me all over Joy. Why would she put herself out there like that?" "You idiot! Because you're out of bounds. Some women like that shit. You're a challenge. You better watch your back." "Yeah right. Stop the madness Paul. Don't you have some work to do anyway? Why are you always bugging the hell out of me?" He locked down his pc, cleared the folders from his desk, and headed to Suzette's office. Paul walked along. "Man, all I'm saying is you're at a vulnerable stage. You're trying to get your marriage back together. Don't let this broad fuck around and derail you. I know how these types of women can be." Paul could see he wasn't getting through to his thick brother. "Thanks Dr. Phil. I'll see you later." And that's how it all began. Paul could see the train getting ready to derail, at a hundred and ninety miles per hour, but his brother refused to see it. Suzette continued her little advances, and even cornered Seth in his office one night, he had disclosed to him. Seth even made the mistake of taking Suzette along to a medical conference, again, against his advice, and Joy's disapproval. But he went ahead with blinders on, stating it was just business, and she needed to view new products and procedures for the center. Of course, Paul and Joy knew this would be the perfect chance for Dr. Suze to make her move. And she did. Not My Brother's Wife As soon as he returned to town, Seth called Paul to tell him about the "incident." "Paul, I hate to admit that you were right, but you tried to tell me. Man, Suze was all over me. We were only gone one night, and just as you predicted, she tried to fuck me." "Uh-huh, what happened?' "I went to her room after dinner, just to practice my speech for the next day. I sat down to have a drink of water, and she starts talking about how she'd like to thank me for helping her and welcoming her to my staff. The next thing I know, she's on my lap, with her big tasty ass lips all pressed over mine. And the worse thing was, I liked it." "Seth, what, not you, not Mr. Faithful. You got hot?" "Hell yeah, I got hot. As soon as I felt her breasts pressing against my chest, and the weight of her body sitting on top of my lap, my dick got hard. She felt it, and she started kissing me harder and deeper, thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth. She can kiss too..." his voice trailed off. "So, what happened? Don't tell me you had sex with her!" "No, no, thank God. I came to my senses after a couple of minutes. But I came so close, I almost lost it. My head was swimming, and my dick wanted to fuck her, even as much as I love Joy, and as much as I enjoy fucking her brains out. Nobody can take her place, but still, now I'm wondering what it would be like, you know what I mean?" Paul was smirking to himself. His brother, the Saint, having sexual thoughts about another woman? Surely the world must have been about to end! "Look Seth, you're a man, just like any other man, and you had a response. Hell, who wouldn't! That woman is fine as hell, even though I don't like her, knowing how she's trying to come between you and Joy. But I told you to watch your back. You don't need her kind of trouble, and if Joy finds out, you'll really have trouble because Joy will kill her!" Seth laughed. "Yeah, you don't think I know that? Do you think I should tell her? I mean, it was nothing. I didn't give in. But Joy will still kill me, because she warned me, just like you did." "Look man, that's your business. If it was me, I wouldn't tell her. Why stir up trouble? But I know you and your goody-two shoes mind. If it makes you feel better, tell her. But you'd better put Suzette in her place, and fast. She could fuck around and get you fired. Sexual harassment." "I know all that. I'm going to talk to her, as soon as I get in to the office. I need to check this shit and shut it down right now. I've got way too much to lose, and I'm not about to wager my life over a piece of ass." **** Paul was headed home to get ready for a date with a girl he had been chasing for a couple of weeks. His charms had finally worn her down, and she agreed to meet him for a late dinner and he hoped a piece of her ass for desert. He drove down the street in his convertible Lexus, singing along to the radio. when his phone went off. It was Seth. He couldn't imagine why Seth would be calling him the night after he and Joy just came back from their first anniversary vacation. He pressed his headset to take the call. "Hey big bro, aren't you supposed to be somewhere holed up, fucking your wife?" "Paul, don't joke with me right now. I hope I never see that bitch again!" Paul couldn't believe the venom being spewed from his brother's lips. About the woman he'd die a million fiery deaths for. "Seth, slow down, what the hell are you talking about? You can't be talking about Joy!" "Yeah, I'm talking about that lying tramp! I just got something in the mail, just when I thought we were on the road to getting back together and getting our lives straight. Dammit, I should have known better than to trust her lying ass!" "Seth, you're not making sense. What did you get in the mail, and what lies did she tell now?" Seth breathed and sighed deeply, sucking his teeth. "I got pictures from a guy she works with, a guy who says she's his boss. She's on him, kissing him, with his hands all over her breasts, opening her blouse and pushing her skirt up. He says he fucked her." Paul gasped, not believing the revelation. "He said what! She fucked him? When?" "At their Christmas party. Right before we left for our honeymoon. The bitch just couldn't wait to open her legs to another man, right when I thought I could believe her. This is it man, she's out!" Paul was shaking his head as he drove. This didn't sound like Joy. She had been calling him and crying, talking about how much she loved Seth and wanted him back. She never even came on to him. She truly was sorry for the affair she had, and she wanted Seth back more than anything. Why would she fuck some fool on the job, especially now? It didn't add up. "Seth, I know you're angry, but this doesn't make sense to me. Did you talk to Joy about this? What did she say?" Seth breathed fire. "Hell yeah I confronted her! And she says the guy is trying to set her up, because he's mad that she beat him out of a promotion. Some mess like that. I don't buy it. She's lying. These pictures tell the story. You should see them. Looked like she was enjoying the shit to me, not trying to fight him off, like she says." Paul still had his apprehensions. It still didn't add up. "Seth, I think you need to step back, and think about this. Don't do anything crazy." "Too late, because I told Joy to get out, and stay out this time. I threw all her shit in the middle of the floor. I'm on my way to the hospital for the night; I'll sleep in my office. I told her not to be there when I get home." "I think you're making a mistake Seth. I think you should calm down, and give her a chance." "Fuck that, Paul. She's used all her chances. And from now on, I'm not gonna worry about keeping myself pure and holy. Any woman is fair game. I'm about to even the score." Paul knew there would be irreconcilable trouble in behind that remark. He tried to get Seth to see beyond his state of ire. "You need to calm down. You want me to come there, or maybe you should come to my place. I've got a date tonight, but this is more important." "No, no, I won't impose on you. We can talk tomorrow when you get in. I just need to be alone right now." "Ok, but if you change your mind, just call me, all right?" "Yeah, I'll talk to you tomorrow." "Later." Paul couldn't believe it. The happy couple, back apart again. He wondered what Joy was going through. She had to be devastated, especially since she had just gotten Seth back. That's why this whole scene didn't make sense to him, and he needed to hear Joy's side of the story. A couple of hours or so later, he got another call, as he was rifling through his refrigerator looking for a snack. He picked up his phone from the center island, checking the display. This time it was Joy. He had just stepped out of the shower, and his towel was falling off his waist. He grabbed it, as he answered the phone. "Hello sis, what's happening?' Of course he figured why she was calling. She was probably crying her eyes out over Seth's dumb ass. "Paul, is that you?" She sounded groggy. "Yes, it's me, what's wrong? You don't sound right. What's happening Joy?" "Paul, I need you. I need you to come over. I found Seth, and he was fucking Suzette!" She was slurring her words, but he understood what she said when he heard Seth and Suzette. "Oh God, I knew this was coming one day. Joy, you didn't take anything did you?" "No, just glasses of champagne, Paul. I've been bad. I need you to come fix me. I'm at my condo." He rubbed his fingers through his curls. Good grief, she must be drunk. "Ok, I'm on my way Joy, ok? You just sit tight." Now what kind of mess had they started? He hurried into his bedroom and grabbed a shirt, boxers, and jeans, throwing them on quickly. Joy sounded like she was in the middle of a crisis, and she needed him . For once, he could be the hero cruising in to save the day. He grabbed his jacket and keys and headed back out the door. He arrived at Joy's condo, went to knock on the door, and discovered it was open. What the hell was she thinking? He walked in, not knowing what he would find. Her clothes were left on the floor in a trail leading to the bedroom. He saw the bottle of champagne, nearly empty, sitting on the bar, next to a glass imprinted with the red outline of her lips. "Joy, where are you?" he called out, walking through the house. He went to the master bedroom, and there she was, sitting on the floor in a ball, crying. She was naked, with a short robe draped over her legs. "Oh shit. Joy, what are you doing? Come on, get up, let's get this robe on you." She started smiling, then coughing. Her eyes were bloodshot, like she had been crying for a while. Her otherwise pretty face was stained with streaks from her eye shadow, and her hair was mussed about her head. Paul tried to pull her up, but she seemed to want to stay on the floor. He came down to her level. "Hey, Joy, come on, let's go sit on the couch, ok?" He combed her hair down with his fingers, and wiped her face. "Come on, let me get this robe on you." "I don't need no robe. Just let me sit here. Nobody cares about me. Seth doesn't love me. He's fucking Suzette. He didn't believe me when I told him that I didn't fuck Armando. Nobody fucking believes me!" Paul felt so sorry for her. "I believe you Joy, now come on and put the robe on. Get up." He stood up, and finally got her to stand up. He tried not to look at her body as he got her arms in the robe. He tried not to look, but it was all hanging out and she looked better than he had ever imagined. He tried hard not to imagine, because it was his brother's wife. But now she was standing naked, in front of him, and he was trying to help her and trying not to look at her and get turned on. He could feel a twinge happening in his pants as he got a good look at her full, rounded breasts with light brown nipples, her flat stomach, and her shapely hips. Oh hell, he didn't need to see this, but he couldn't stop from drinking in her sexy, voluptuous body. He got the robe all the way on her, found a belt to tie it, and practically carried her to the living room sofa. He sat her down, and sat down next to her. She draped herself over him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Paul, you believe me right? You believe I didn't have sex with that lying Armando, right?" she put her head down on his shoulder. "Yes I believe you. Why did he send Seth the pictures, do you know?" "Because. He, he fucking hates me, and he wants my job. So. ..he...set me up. I didn't do anything to him. He was trying to kiss me, and trying to rip my clothes off. I pushed him away. He called me to his office...must have had his phone set up before I came, so he could record the whole thing. But Seth won't believe me. Nobody does!" She started crying again, pushing her head against him. "Joy, stop crying ok? We're going to get this worked out, ok? They will believe you. Just stop crying. I'll talk to Seth ok?" He took her chin in his hand, looking into her sad, tired eyes. "But he's fucking Suzette! And he told me to get out and stay out! So, what else can I do Paul? What can I do?" She dissolved into tears again. He put his arms around her, trying to console her and get her to calm down. "And what do you mean about Suzette? What happened?" "I went to the hospital, to try to talk to Seth. I walked in on them, Paul! He had that bitch in his lap, with his lips all over her breasts...she was moaning and panting and grinding on him, and she saw me when I opened the door, she knew I saw them, and she just kept going!" She started sobbing uncontrollably. Paul pulled her head to his chest, trying to console her again. "We'll figure something out, ok? I just need you to stop crying and calm down. I'll stay with you." "Thank you Paul, I knew you loved me. I knew I could... could count on you, my brother-in- law. You love me, right?" "Yes, I love you." He gave her a hug. She was sitting on her knees, pulling back to look at him, then she pulled his face to hers and started kissing him. He pulled away. "Don't do that Joy." He pulled her hands down. But her touch on his lips was starting to make him tingle again. He tried to get it out of his mind. "I thought you loved me Paul? So kiss me." She caressed her lips on his neck, and started unbuttoning his shirt. He resisted at first, but when she started running her nails up and down his hairy chest, he forgot who she was and where he was. She pressed her bare breasts against his chest, and he felt her hard nipples pressing against him. His dick was twitching in his pants, raring to get free. She kissed him again, and her lips tasted of tears and champagne, but they were soft and warm and moist. He let himself get overcome by her mouth, as she probed in his with her tongue. He grabbed the back of her head, pushing his lips against hers harder, slamming his tongue against hers. She was intoxicating. She had set him on fire. She climbed on his lap, sitting on top of his quickly hardening shaft, and he found his hands pushing her robe off her shoulders and exposing the top half of her beautiful, warm, brown skin. He ran his hands over her stiffened nipples, licking and sucking them, causing her to release an approving groan. Their lips locked again in a wet and passionate frenzy, as their breathing became more of a staccato, and his hands moved across her ample ass. He pressed her bosom against his skin, basking in the softness of her touch and the fullness of her curvy body. He couldn't believe he was sitting there tasting her, thinking about burying his dick deep inside her. "Fuck me Paul," she commanded between her kisses on his lips. Her hands traveled down to his pants, rubbing over his now complete erection. He was ready to burst, feeling the heat of her pussy rubbing against his pelvis. He relived some of the fantasies he had about her in the past. He always wondered what pleasure his brother was enjoying from her sexy, tight body. And now, he could find out for himself. She had her legs open, inviting him to come in. She looked like a chick from a porno flick, with her perfectly proportioned, creamy caramel colored body, her shaved pussy, open and wet, grinding on his dick. Grinding him like he was already in her. But as much as he wanted to fuck her, he had to stop himself. This was his brother's wife. He could never live with himself if he went through with this, especially with her being intoxicated. She was unzipping his pants, pushing down on his shorts to reveal part of his now rock-hard shaft. She rubbed her hand over it, caressing the head of his dick, rubbing over the hole. He was about to lose it, as she positioned herself on him, allowing his head to feel the steaming heat between her legs. "Oh shit Joy!" He felt his hips pushing against her, rubbing against her swollen clit. He had one hand on the back of her neck, and the other hand grabbing her ass. He was wet and so was she. Suddenly, something clicked in his mind, as she thrust her tongue deeper in his mouth and thrust her hips against him. Dammit, he was nearly fucking his brother's wife! The reality of that fact started to kill his hard-on, and he knew he couldn't go through with this. "No Joy, stop, stop it, we can't do this." He forced himself to push her off him. She looked sad and confused. "Paul, you told me you love me, so why won't you fuck me? I love you and I want you." She ran her fingers through his hair. She always did that to Seth. That was her "come and screw me" signal. She rubbed her other hand over the head of his dick, soaking her finger in his pre-cum. She seductively slid her finger in her mouth, sucking on it. He watched her, feeling the tension building in his balls again. Damn, he was about to change his mind. "Paul, I want to feel your big ass dick inside me. Why do you keep stopping me? I want you." She licked his lips. He breathed heavily, trying to push the carnal thoughts out of his head. He closed her robe up. But she grabbed his face and kissed his lips again, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He got lost again, envisioning what it would feel like to tear into her tantalizing, ripe body, but he stopped himself. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to his chest so she couldn't move. "No, no, no more kissing. Let's just sit here Joy, ok, you'll be all right. Just go to sleep." Damn, he was really going to regret this one day. Here she was giving him the keys to her castle, her pretty pink castle, and he had to turn it down. He knew she wouldn't remember a thing in the morning anyway. He should feel noble that he was doing the right thing, but his mind was running rampant with the thought of what it would have felt like invading her pussy with his dick, allowing her to ride him. He threw his head back and groaned, listening to her mumble something into his chest, as she finally stopped squirming and dozed off. He let his body relax with his arms wrapped around Joy, feeling her heart beating against his, as he slipped into a fantasy of spreading her legs wide open in front of him and burying his dick deep inside her hot little cave. "What the fuck is going on here! Or should I say, what the fuck happened last night?" Seth was standing in front of them yelling, and it startled both of them. Paul jumped to attention, realizing that he had left a message for Seth that he'd be at Joy's condo when Joy called for him. He sure hadn't planned on getting caught in this position, his shirt opened, and a naked Joy, wrapped all over him. Thank goodness he had closed his pants back up. He quickly got his eyes and brain back into focus. Joy was still groggy, moaning and rubbing her eyes. "Uh, Seth, you need to calm down. This isn't what it looks like." Paul cautioned, looking embarrassed. He looked down at his chest, and started buttoning his shirt, pushing Joy off him. "What the fuck do you mean, it's not what it looks like? I walk in here and find the two of you half naked, wrapped up all over each other, and what the hell else would it be, other than you fucked my wife last night!" Now Joy was fully awake, but she looked confused. She pulled her robe closed with one hand, and held her head with her other hand. She looked at the two brothers, on the verge of throwing punches. "Look Seth, I said nothing happened here. Joy called me, like I told you, and she was upset. I rushed over here, because I didn't know what she had done. She sounded crazy. I found her sitting on the floor naked, and I put the robe on her and brought her to the couch. She had already downed that whole bottle by the time I got here. She was smashed." "Yeah right, so why were you all hugged up, with her robe practically off her, and your shirt opened? Why do both of you have your clothes all off Paul?" Paul stood up to face him. "Because we dozed off to sleep. I told you, she was hysterical. I had to wrap my arm around her to get her to settle down. It's not everyday that you walk in on your husband fucking one of his employees!" "I wasn't having sex with her! She got on me and started kissing me. My clothes were on. And I stopped myself. I didn't even know Joy was there, until I got that message from you. But that doesn't explain this shit! My own fucking brother!" "Look, she was drunk, and she kissed me. That's all!" Paul wasn't about to give him a full accounting of everything that had transpired between them. "What the fuck? You kissed MY wife? And she's naked?" Before Paul could get another word out, Seth hauled off and punched him, knocking him to the floor. "Seth stop it!" Joy jumped off the couch and went to Paul's aid. "Fucking bastard! You just couldn't wait for the opportunity to touch her! You've always wanted to do it, I know you did, I've caught you staring at her and I know how your mind works!" Not My Brother's Wife Paul rubbed his jaw, looking at the blood coming from a small cut on his lip. Joy ran to the kitchen and wet a towel and came back and put it to his lip. "You're foul for that Seth. I told you, nothing happened. I could have gotten much more than a kiss, because she was drunk, and she didn't know what she was doing. I didn't want to take advantage of her, plus I respect both of you. I wouldn't do that. So don't take your guilt out on me just because you fucked up!" Now Joy stood up, after wiping Paul's mouth. "And I know what I saw. I saw that bitch straddling your lap, with her shirt opened! So even if you didn't fuck her, she was on you, grinding your dick. Your face was buried on hers, and you were kissing her. And she saw me. She saw me standing there, and she made it look just like she was fucking you. So you're done. Don't you dare yell at me, because Armando kissed me! I pushed him off. He set me up. But you, you were all into that shit, and I saw it with my own eyes!" She ran into the bedroom, crying. "Joy, wait," Seth started to go behind her, but she slammed the door in his face. "You might as well leave her alone. You've fucked up big time. I told you to check that silly broad. And I believe Joy's telling the truth about Armando. She told me about it last night. And when people are drunk, the truth comes out. She said the fool hates her and set her up, and I believe her. She just got you to take her back. Why would she turn right around and fuck that up? Dumb ass, use your brain!" "You shut up! You have nothing to say, since you got caught with your pants down, almost literally. You gonna stand there and tell me all you did was kiss? She's naked! And if she was drunk, she was probably all over you. I know how horny her ass gets from champagne. And I'm sure you liked her rubbing all over you. Now tell me you didn't!" "I said, nothing happened! And I'm out. You need to go handle your wife. Your ass is in the sling, not mine. Cause if she were my wife, I'd have her back. I'd be taking her side, instead of listening to some other shit head." Paul brushed past him, grabbed his jacket and keys, and headed out the door, slamming it shut, as Seth stormed to Joy's bedroom door and banged on it. Paul hated that he had to leave Joy like that, but he knew he couldn't be there any longer. Seth would keep grilling him, and in his fit of anger and rage, they'd be fighting. He got in his car and sat, replaying the scenes of Joy coming on to him. He had always wanted her, but knew he couldn't act. But now, it was like she had opened the door for him, invited him in. He knew it was his brother's wife, but she was on his mind in a different way. She had been on his body, he had tasted her, had felt the heat from her broiling hot pussy, and nearly pushed himself up in her. She said she loved him, and he didn't know if she meant love as in family love, or love as in lusty, steamy love. She wanted him, but was it just the alcohol speaking, and not her heart? He had to find out, one way or the other. ***** It was New Year's Eve, and Paul was meeting Joy and Seth for yet another party. In a way he was happy that the two of them had made up and gotten back together. In another way, he was hoping they'd stay apart, maybe keeping some small glimmer of hope alive in Paul's heart that he could somehow take Seth's place and have Joy all to himself. He had spoken to Joy after that night at her condo. She felt guilty, and she called him to apologize. He told her to forget it, that he wasn't upset in the least. No he wasn't upset, because he enjoyed it, and he wanted more of her. And somehow, he felt that she was feeling the same way, but she didn't dare admit it to him. She begged him to bury it, never mention to Seth what really happened. Of course he'd be crazy to tell Seth anything. Now they were about to be thrown together again, and this time he was going to test her waters. Paul sat patiently at the table he secured for their party, talking to his girl Myra. The hotel ballroom was packed, and he was glad they had arrived early to make sure they got a good view of the dance floor and bar. Paul looked around, watching towards the door, when he finally saw Seth, with Joy behind him. He stood up and waved so Seth could see him. He was stretching his neck to see Joy, but she was in Seth's shadow. Not until they got right in front of him did he catch sight of what she chose to wear for the event. "Hey you two!" Paul chirped, his eyes dancing. Then he gasped when Seth moved aside revealing Joy's ensemble. "Oh shit! Is this my Joy? Damn girl, you really look like a movie star tonight!" He walked around her, not even noticing the evil stare he was provoking from his date. He stopped when he got behind her. "Oh hell no! Seth, this is more naked than that red dress she wore to her birthday party. Where do you get this shit?" There was more skin than dress, as Paul stared at the thin strip of material holding the halter top of the little black dress together. It was mostly sheer, with beading and velvet designs inset in the bodice. The bottom half had a satin slip underneath, to keep the private parts private. But there wasn't much left to imagine, as he continued to stand there, gawking at her, until Seth hit him. "Uh, bruh, don't you have a date?" He motioned his head towards the young lady who now had a scowl etched across her face. Paul finally woke up. "Yes Paul, it's just a dress!" Joy added, but she smiled broadly, looking like she thoroughly enjoyed his show of attention. "How rude of me. Let me introduce you to my girl, Myra. Myra, this is my big brother Seth, and his wife, Joy." Seth went over to Myra to shake her hand. Joy was still standing next to Paul, looking like her mind had drifted to some far away fantasy. Paul turned and looked down at her, and her eyes locked on to his. "Joy, come and sit down, why are you standing there looking crazy?" Seth remarked. "I'm sorry, I drifted off for a second. Myra nice to meet you. Paul, you didn't tell us she was so captivating." Joy looked like she was trying to regain her faculties. "Yes, Myra is beautiful. She's a model, and she's pursuing an acting career. She's been in many commercials. You may have seen her." "Really?" Seth looked Myra up and down, smiling. "What commercials have you done?" "Oh, I do all the commercials for Davies Dodge. You may have seen me on their infomercial as well, late nights." "Well, I'll have to check you out, Myra. We have a celebrity amongst us. How did little Pauly get so lucky?" Seth hit him in the arm. "I don't know. We met while I was shopping one day. She was coming out of a boutique, wearing a tight tee shirt and jeans, and I just had to say something!" "Yes, and Paul is so cute, I just couldn't resist those cute dimples." Myra put her finger in Paul's cheek. He grinned, making his dimples stretch even deeper. Paul noticed Joy staring at him again, not looking thrilled about the way Myra was touching him. Could she be jealous? Joy rubbed her hands over Seth's chest. She smiled, and planted her lips on his. "Want to dance baby? They've got some good songs grooving." "Uh, no," he stuttered, looking down at his crotch. "I think I'll sit this one out." He narrowed his eyes at her, as she grinned at him again. "Maybe your other dance buddy can take you." She looked at Paul and Myra. "Paul, wanna dance? Myra do you mind if I steal just one dance with him?" Myra looked a bit reluctant, but conceded. "Sure, go ahead, honey. I'll be right here." "Yeah, where's a waiter. I need a drink," Seth added, looking around. "Get something for us too," Paul yelled over his shoulder, as he grabbed Joy's hand and rushed off. Once they got close to the dance floor, Paul pulled Joy in front of him, walking and talking in her ear. "Joy, I don't need to tell you that you are the sexiest lady here tonight. Damn, you've got me all hard and shit." She looked a bit shocked, as he pushed her through the crowd, getting as close to the back wall as he could. He wanted to be out of view so he could really touch her, undetected by Seth. They started moving together, and Paul pulled Joy closer to him, pulling her hips into his. He was looking down into her eyes, watching little beads of perspiration form on her forehead. She looked like she was nervous; nervous that he was holding her close and touching her. He put his fingertips on her shoulders, and started sliding them down her back, causing her to wriggle against him. "Joy, what are you feeling? We haven't seen each other since that night. Are you ok?" "What do you mean by ok?" He leaned over her, getting his lips near her ear. "I mean, have you been thinking about what happened?" She got the far away look on her face again, like she was harboring a deep secret. Did she want him, and just didn't want to tell him? "Well, have you been thinking about me, because I sure as hell have been thinking about you, Joy." His lips were so close, and he nuzzled her neck, letting them lightly graze her skin there. She was shaking, and he felt her body react to his touch like a chill ran through her. There was no way she could deny that she had feelings for him. He could feel her trembling. "Paul, you're scaring me. No, I haven't thought about it. Not at all." Paul laughed in her ear, a low rumbling grunt. "Liar. I saw your eyes lock on to me, and I felt you standing close to me. I could almost hear your heart rate increase, and I could smell your scent. Even now, I feel you against me, and you're hot." He let his hand graze down her naked back, down to her ass. He palmed her, cupping her ass in his hands, causing her to move her legs apart slightly. He wanted her to feel just what was going on with his body. "You feel how hard I am? That didn't happen until I saw you, saw you in this skimpy ass dress. Now I want to take it off you, and finish what we started on your couch. I thought I'd never tell you this, but I think you're feeling exactly what I'm feeling. I know you're turned on to me, and I'm turned on to you." She shook her head, daring to look into his eyes. "Paul, this is wrong. You know it's wrong. Now, you had the good sense to stop me when I was throwing myself at you. Why are you pushing this now? I don't want to have these thoughts. You're his BROTHER. I can't be doing this, thinking this, my God..." He couldn't wait. He pressed his lips on hers. She tasted just as he remembered. She started to let herself go, melting into his embrace. Her lips invited him, as she opened her mouth to let his tongue dance with hers. They merged into each other like they were the only ones on the floor, the only ones in the ballroom. At least that's how Paul felt. He was lost in her caress. That was, until she pushed him away. "Paul, no, no, this is wrong. I can't..." He put his finger to her lips. "I know, I know. I feel so guilty too, but I just can't stop thinking about you. Since that night, I regretted that I stopped you. Dammit, I should have let you go, we could have made love, and Seth didn't have to know. I hate to be thinking this, he's my brother, but I can't stop, I can't get you out of my head. Your look, your lips, your touch on my dick. It's stuck in my mind Joy." Joy buried her face in his chest. Paul smelled her, the wonderful scent of jasmine and honeysuckle. He smelled that perfume on her before, and it always turned him on. He wanted her now more than ever, now knowing for sure that she wanted him, even though she was trying to fight the feelings. "Paul, we can't ever act on this. We've got to bury this, you hear me? If Seth ever found out, he'd kill us. And I'd really die. You know how much I love him. I almost lost him Paul, by making dumb mistakes. We can never let this go father than where we are now. We can't." Paul looked down at her. "I love Seth too, Joy. I would never intentionally try to hurt him, you've got to know that. But I think I'm falling for you." Joy stopped moving against him, locking into a stare of disbelief. She looked away. "Did you hear me Joy? I think I'm in love with you." "Paul, I – I – I don't know what to say. You're my brother, Paul. You can't be, maybe you're just in lust, that's what it is, its lust. That's what I feel. I love you, but I'm not in love. I can never be Paul. You know my heart belongs to Seth, and only to him." He grabbed her hand and held it up to his face, kissing it, sucking on her fingers. "I know what I feel Joy. I lust for Myra. But I have feelings for you. I don't know where it came from, I don't know how, but I know what I feel. I don't expect you to do anything about it, because I know you can't. I just want you to know. I've been wrestling with telling you this, and it just came out. I want to make love to you, just one time. Just once." Now Joy was looking around, looking like she was embarrassed. "Paul, I'm so flattered, and if things were different, I would have you. But I can't make that dream come true. I can't risk cheating on Seth again, Paul. Not ever. We've got to get past this. We can't be acting like this around Seth, or he's gonna pick up on it. He was already looking at me weird, when I got lost staring at you. He has never questioned me about that night between us. And I want to keep it that way. I don't want to have to try to explain this shit. Ever." Paul continued to hold her close, their bodies swaying with the music. "Well, at least we can enjoy moments like this. This is the closest I can get to getting what I really want, which is to get your beautiful naked body underneath mine." Paul kissed her lips again, slowly, sensuously, passionately, rubbing his hands down from her shoulders, down her back, and finally over her ass. He tried to fill her body with every emotion he was feeling, to let her see how serious he was. He let her go, just as the music was changing back to a faster song. "Something to think about, when Seth's not around. I hope you're thinking about me." He started walking back towards the table, wiping away any evidence from his lips. They got back to the table, and Paul turned back into his old cheery self. "Well, the Prodigals return! We thought we were going to have to send out a search party. You two don't know when to get off the floor, do you?" Seth joked. Myra didn't look too jovial about it. "Paul, I was waiting for you. I wanted to dance too, you know." "Well, you still have plenty of time baby! I've got plenty of energy, and there's plenty of me to go around. Come on!" He grabbed her hand to pull her up, and winked at Joy as they left. Joy didn't react. Joy didn't know what she was going to do. Paul had laid it out there, right down front. He was in love with her. She had started this mess between them. Now he wanted her, and as much as she tried to deny it, she wanted him too. She had been fantasizing about him, thinking about what it would feel like to have him inside her, feeling her pussy walls throb and contract around his thickness. She had felt him, and gotten a taste of him when she sat on his lap. He didn't think she remembered because she was drunk, but she recalled every lewd detail. His kiss on her lips, the way he caressed her ass, his hot wet tongue swirling over her nipples. She remembered every second of how hot she was. She was wracked with guilt, knowing that Seth would be crushed if he ever found out about any of this. How could this happen? How could she love Paul? She had to erase this. But watching Paul in front of her now, seeing him smile at her, with his smoky gray eyes and those luscious lips, she could hardly contain herself, even in front of her husband. Paul had lit the damned match, and left it to burn her. She was smoldering, sitting there between the two brothers, doing her best to keep from letting the world know how turned on she had become. Seth was on one side of her, kissing her neck and lips every chance he got, and Paul was on the other side of her, casually easing his hand up her thigh, unbeknownst to anyone. She was trying not to squirm, as his fingers got closer to the edge of her thong. He played it off, laughing and talking as if nothing was going on. But she was on fire, her pussy dripping with anticipation of his fingers touching her lips, and rubbing over her clit. She opened her legs a bit, giving him the access she knew he desired. Without hesitation, his fingers moved under her thong, pushing it aside to feel her heat. His fingertips gingerly brushed her throbbing clit, causing it to contract wildly. The fingers traveled down to her lips, gently moving inside, burrowing into her slit. She immediately closed her legs, feeling how she was starting to get dangerously close to orgasm, and not wanting to give herself away when they smelled her sex. She wanted to scream with pleasure, but she was forced to sit and take Paul's teasing. It was like being in a scene from an x-rated movie. Her husband was making out with her, and his brother was finger fucking her. And she had the starring role, without even asking for this strange fantasy. She let her mind wander to how it would feel to fuck both of them, sandwiched between both of their hard, muscular, naked bodies. She groaned, as Seth brushed his tongue against hers, finally pushing her into an involuntary orgasmic release. Midnight finally arrived, and she and Seth shared their first toast and kiss of the New Year. "Happy New Year baby," she said, pressing her lips against her husband's, easing her tongue into his mouth. He greeted her with one of his long, sensual kisses, pulling her into the warmth of his arms. She felt the bubbles going to her head, making the room spin when he let her go. She turned to face Paul, who was looking right into her face. "If you two are finished, it's my turn, sis. Happy New Year from me." Joy had no time to react, as Paul rushed to mold her lips with his. He kept it short and sweet, but it was hot, as he made sure she felt his tongue in her mouth. Seth didn't catch that action. "Ok man, get your lips off my wife! Kiss your own girl!" Seth joked. Myra looked like she was ready to smack him. "Come on Paul, I want to go back and dance," Myra moaned. Joy took that as the perfect time to get out of there. "Come on Seth, let's go home and finish our celebration." Seth eagerly agreed, rubbing his hands over Joy's ass. "Ok baby. Paul, we're gonna hit it. You and Myra enjoy the rest of the night. I'll talk to you later, man." They all said their good nights. Paul made sure he got another kiss out of Joy before they left, whispering in her ear, "I'll call you." Her panties got wet all over again. She had to get away, before her body gave her away. Later that night, after Seth had fucked her sufficiently, Joy relaxed in his arms, listening to his breathing. He was knocked out. She should have been, but her conversation with Paul was keeping her awake. She kept feeling his lips on her and hearing him tell her he was in love with her. No good could come from such a dangerous liaison. But she felt more and more like him, she wanted to feel him making love to her, just one time. Just spend one night, feeling him crawling over her, shoving his dick in her, kissing her. She had started all this shit. If only she hadn't gotten drunk that night, they never would have gone off in this direction. Maybe. ***** Joy sat in the den, thinking about the meeting she had coming up with her boss, regarding the incident with her employee, Armando. He was trying to charge her with sexual harassment, and it was making her crazy, knowing that he was lying to everyone. Seth had gone to the hospital, leaving her alone with all her thoughts, as her career was hanging, and her marriage could be, if she didn't get Paul out of her soul. He must have been reading her thoughts, because her phone rang, and it was Paul.