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I have known Edith almost all my life and for as long as I've known her she hadn't liked me. It started in the first grade when she accused me of pulling her pigtails. The teacher stood me in the corner for ten minutes despite my protests that I hadn't done it. Then, to add insult to injury Edith stuck her tongue out at me when I left the corner to go back to my seat.
That pretty much set the pattern for the next thirteen years. I had run ins with Edith in grade school, middle school and high school and the only thing I ever did to her was try to avoid her — to stay out of her way. And then she went and married my brother.
College took me away from Edith and my brother, who chose to join the military rather than go to college, married Edith when he was discharged and came home. I heard that it was a whirlwind courtship. He came home from the Army, ran across her at a country western bar and three months later they were married in a civil ceremony. I didn't hear about it until the three days after it happened.
I made my weekly phone call home to my mother and she said, "Guess what? Jerry got married on Tuesday. I think you know her, Edith Patterson? Didn't you used to go to school with her?"
I couldn't for the life of me understand what Jerry could have seen in the bitch that would even make him think of putting a ring on her finger. Oh she was a good-looking girl and she did have a pretty good figure, but she had the personality of a grape. But then it was none of my business; I didn't have to live with her.
I graduated and took a job six hundred miles from home and for the next three years had little contact with my family except for weekly phone calls and two or three day visits over the Christmas holidays. One day my boss called me into his office.
"You are from the Denver area, aren't you?"
"Yes sir."
"Know the area pretty well?"
"Lived there the first eighteen years of my life."
"We are thinking of opening a branch in Denver. Based on your knowledge of the area where do you think we should locate?"
"If the choice were mine I'd go with the Denver Tech Center."
"Well the choice is yours Jimmy, so the Tech Center it is and the next question is how soon can you be moved?"
"Sir?"
"The office will be yours Jim. How soon can you relocate and set it up?"
"I'm almost done with McClaren project so I'll need to finish that. Everything else I can hand off to Mike. Say three weeks, two if I get lucky."
"Good. Get McClaren done and then we can sit down and chart out what we want to do in Denver.
I called my mom that night and asked if my old room was available for a couple of months and she said she was sure that we could work something out. At the time I didn't think anything of her response. She and dad were living alone in a three bedroom house so why wouldn't there be room?
I found out when I got there that they had redone the house. My dad's HO gauge model railroad had taken over my old room and mom had turned Jerry's room in to her sewing room. The basement was full of junk (stored relics according to my dad) so it looked as if I was going to have to live in a hotel or motel.
"Oh no" said my mom, "We've worked it out. Jerry and Edith have a three bedroom house and Jerry is looking forward to you staying with them."
Jerry maybe, but I seriously doubted that Edith was going to welcome me with open arms. It didn't take me long to notice that all was not well in the household. Edith treated Jerry like dirt and the worse she was to him the more he seemed to adore her. Ninety percent of his conversations with Edith could be boiled down to "yes dear," "whatever you say my dear," and "of course my love."
It was clear from the very first minute that I was in the house that Edith did not share Jerry's sentiments when it came to my staying there and she spent the first week I was there trying to bring me under her thumb like she had Jerry. Unfortunately for Edith I had grown up since our school days and I had learned (the hard way) not to always be Mr. Nice Guy. In fact, I had learned how effective being contrary could be. I ignored Edith. It was something that she wasn't used to and I could tell that she didn't like it, but she didn't know what to do.
It was during the second week of my stay that I found a way to rattle Edith's cage. She was good looking and had a good body and I was looking at her and wondering what kind of a fuck she would be and somehow she read it in my face. Later that evening I heard her tell Jerry that she was afraid to be left alone in the house with me. Jerry laughed and told her that she was imagining things.
"Damn it Jerry, he keeps undressing me with his eyes. Girls notice things like that."
"He's my brother Edith and I trust him."
"Well I don't!"
Jerry worked rotating shifts at the plant; four months on days, four months on swings and four months on graveyards. He was half way through his swing shift turn and that left Edith and me alone in the evenings. I started looking at her as if I was stripping her with my eyes and when she looked at me I would leer at her and rub my crotch. I'd whisper:
"So Edie (she hated to be called Edie), you think I'm going to rape you huh? Will you fight me if I do? Will you fight me real hard?"
One night we were sitting in front of the television and Edith got up to go to the bathroom and I asked her if while she was up she would please get me a beer.
"Why don't you get up and get it yourself?"
"Because I have a hard on and I'm not sure what you would do when you saw it — attack it with a broom or try to pull my pants off to get to it."
"You are disgusting!"
"And you are, what? A cock hungry slut? I see you sitting over there glancing sideways at my package and wondering."
"I'm wondering all right. Wondering when you'll snap and try to rip my clothes off me."
"Not to worry Edie, it won't be me. If you want it you will have to come and get it. I won't go after my brother's wife, but I won't push you away if you come after me."
"Can't you think of anything but sex?"
"You say that as if sex is some horrible, nasty thing to be avoided."
"It is with you."
"Oh come on now Edie, I haven't even tried."
"No, but I know you and you will."
Two night later, the same situation; we were watching TV and she got up to use the john and I asked her to please get me a beer while she was up. That time she didn't say anything. When she came back into the room five minutes later I saw that she had taken her clothes off and put on a robe. She came over to me and bent down as she handed me the beer and her robe fell open enough for me to see that she was naked under it.
My mind immediately went into overdrive as I tried to figure out what she was up to. Was she trying to set something up? Get me to do something and then run to Jerry? What if she did? Was I all that keen on staying there anyway?
Those thoughts only took a fraction of a second to process and in that same fraction I decided on what to do. I ran my hand up her bare leg until it was only inches from her cunt. She didn't move, she just looked down at me and smirked.
"Happy now? Sure you don't want to go a little farther? I wish your brother could see you now, see how loyal you are."
"Go ahead and tell him," I said as I moved my hand those last few inches and felt her fur.
"He wouldn't believe me. He'd think I was just trying to get him to make you leave."
"We wouldn't want that, now would we?" I said as I took my hand away and I would almost be willing to bet that I saw disappointment in her eyes as I did.
That night changed the dynamic between Edith and me. Edith took to wearing her robe all the time when we watched television and she always moved in such a way that the robe would partially open so I could see that she was naked underneath. I was pretty sure by then that she was trying to tempt me into doing something, but to what end?
One night she sat there with the robe opened just enough that I could see part of her hairy cunt. She saw me as I kept glancing over at her and she smirked and said:
"What are you, a peeping tom or a lecher? Or are they the same thing?
I just smiled at her and then I pointed at the television set. "See that Edie? Most of the time it is just a big box full of electrical thingies that just sits there doing nothing. When you want to watch a program on it you have to push the ON button to make it work. That's the way your robe works too. Same principle. It just sits there covering things up. When you want to show what is under it you have to open it up. Just like you pushed the ON button so we could watch the TV you had to open your robe for me to see your snatch. You don't want me looking at it, close the robe."
"You are such a disgusting pig!"
"Disgusting Edie? You want disgusting?" I unzipped my fly, took out my cock and stroked it a few times. "You showed me yours, so I'll show you mind."
She got up and ran from the room as I laughed and put my cock away.
The next day was a hard one for me work wise. The contractors had finished the electrical on the new office and the building inspector had signed off on the Certificate of Occupancy. The office furniture had been delivered and I had wrestled it all into place. I was hot and sweaty when I got to the house so the first thing I did was take a shower. I was soaping my chest when the shower curtain opened and a very naked Edith got into the shower with me.
"Edith? What the hell are you doing?"
"Going to wash your back. Clean those places you can't reach," she said as she took my wash rag from me. She soaped it up good and then she said, "There are some other things that need to real clean also" as she reached for my cock and began washing it.
"I can get that part myself Edith."
"I know, but I'm the one who needs to be sure that it is clean enough."
"Clean enough for what?"
"For this" she said as she leaned down and took me in her mouth.
I was stunned. There wasn't any way that I wanted that to happen. All I want to do was fuck with my brother's wife, fuck with her mind not fuck her. Obviously somewhere along the way I'd misread something. One thing was certain however, Edith knew how to suck a dick and once she got started there wasn't any way I was going to stop her.
Her hands gripped my hips to steady herself and I felt her tongue working on me as she fucked her mouth with my cock. It had been months since I'd had a woman so I didn't last all that long. The first blast hit the back of her throat and she jerked her mouth off me and spit on the floor of the shower.
"Damn you Jimmy, I don't do that. I hate the taste."
"Then you should have warned me."
I turned the water off, grabbed a towel and did a quick rub down on both of us and then picked her up and started down the hall.
"What are you doing?"
"You got yours and now I'm going to get mine."
"What do you mean?"
"You'll see."
I carried her into her bedroom and set her down on the bed. "Not here" she said, "Not on Jerry's bed."
"Jerry's house, Jerry's wife, Jerry's brother, Jerry's bed; has a certain kind of symmetry, don't you think?"
I spread her legs apart and lowered my face to her pussy. "Don't do that, it's nasty."
"Why? Don't you wash it?"
"That's not what I meant. It's a nasty thing to do; Jerry says it is perverted."
"I'm not Jerry sweetie," and I went to work on her muff. It only took Edith sixty seconds to decide that 'nasty' was good and her hands grabbed my head and held me against her box as she started moaning and I hadn't even started on her clit yet. I attacked it and she arched up off the bed and cried out. I spent the next two minutes on her and by then my cock had risen to the occasion.
I laid back and pulled Edith on top of me, my cock sliced into her pussy and then I took my hands off of her and let her go. She bounced and wriggled, gasped, moaned and cried out as she worked to get us both off. I let her ride me for a good five minutes and then I reached up and took her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and I pinched and twisted and she screamed, "OH FUCK!" and had an orgasm. I was close so I grabbed her waist in my hands and held her as I rammed myself hard up into her and then I was there.
"Get off, get off me," I cried, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna shoot."
"Do it" she hissed, "Fill me, do it, do it" and I erupted.
When I was soft I said, "I didn't want to cum in you. I didn't want to take a chance on getting you pregnant."
"I'm on the pill."
"I thought they weren't 100% effective?"
"I know, that's why I'm also wearing a diaphragm."
"You took the time to put in a diaphragm? You mean this wasn't spontaneous? Not spur of the moment?"
"What do you think? I want it again," and she took my limp lizard in her hand.
"It may be a while."
"I'll help," she said and she slid down and took my cock in her mouth.
"I thought you didn't like the taste?"
"It's not bad mixed with me."
I pulled away from her and she clutched at me and cried, "Where are you going?"
"No place, I just want to see."
"See what?"
"What we taste like together" and I pulled her into a sixty-nine.
"Oh god" she moaned, as I fastened my mouth on her pussy. "It's a good thing Jerry can't see this, he'd tell us we were going straight to hell" and then she swallowed my cock.
We went twice more before she pushed me away and said, "I need to shower and then straighten the bedroom before your brother gets home."
No other words were said and I went to my room wondering what had just happened and why.
That day opened the floodgates. From then on Edith was on me as soon as I got home from work. She would meet me at the front door naked and ready and many times on the floor just inside the door is where we did it. I never asked her why she was doing it because I really didn't want to know. I felt guilt at fucking my brother's wife, but I let myself rationalize it. I didn't go after Edith, she came after me and the fact was that I didn't have enough strength of character to push her away. Besides, the guilt had a way of disappearing with the application of her hot pussy or her hot mouth to my cock.
One day I asked, "Aren't you afraid that Jerry may come home early someday and catch us?"
"No, not really. He's a nice guy, but he's not the sharpest knife in the drawer. I could tell him we were just playing a trick on him and he'd believe it."
I wondered why, since she seemed to have such a low opinion of him, she had even married him, but I kept my mouth shut.
Saturdays and Sundays were bad days around the house. Jerry didn't go out or do anything; he just sat in the recliner in front of the TV, watched ball games and drank beer. This drove Edith nuts because she wanted to fuck, but would rather have done it with hubby out of the house. Since he stayed in she got inventive.
She got me down in the basement on the pretext of helping her move something and then sat on the dryer while I put the pipe to her. Next she cleared a space in the basement directly under where Jerry's recliner was so she could hear if he got up, put a rolled up sock in her mouth and then got on her knees and motioned me to move in behind her. Another time when Jerry was in the shower she grabbed me and with one ear on the shower she spread her legs and told me to hurry up and fuck her. I came just as Jerry turned the water off.
Once, after a very long evening that started at the front door, moved to the kitchen table, went from there to the living room couch and then finally ended up on her bed I asked:
"Why? You spent thirteen years of your life showing me how much you disliked me and now you can't seem to keep your hands off me. What gives?"
"You mean you've never figured it out?"
"I guess not."
"Keep thinking about it; it will come to you sooner or later. Meanwhile, let me see if I can make this work again" and she reached for my cock.
"Damn Edith, don't you ever get enough? Between me and Jerry you ought to be walking around bowlegged."
"Jerry has nothing to do with it. He takes it out of his pants, puts it in me, grunts for a minute or a minute and a half, asks me if it was good for me too and then he rolls over and goes to sleep."
Once again I asked myself why she was with him if she had such a low opinion of him. Oh well, not my problem.
I had the office up and running so I could finally take the time to go and look for a place of my own. Saturday at dinner I told Edith and Jerry that I was going to start looking for a place. Edith took the news calmly and the facial expression she gave Jerry said, "It's about fucking time." Jerry, on the other hand, went to work to try and talk me into staying.
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