A brother's divorce
My brother is 13 years older then I. He has struggled over the years with jobs and his marriage. In the fall of 2011 he finally separated from his wife, and I offered him temporary accommodations in our home, while he sorted things out. My wife, Jen, was more upset about this then I expected. Yes, I knew that she was not fond of Randy, she considers him a bit of a loser. It is also an upset to home life to have such open-ended house guests, so in retrospect I understand her annoyance. Regardless, Randy is my brother and I am not going to toss him to the street. He moved into the guest room for what was to become a longer stay then even I had imagined.
As much as Jen disliked Randy intruding on our home life, my brother and I re-kindled a connection, and I got to really know him. The age difference had meant we did not really have a childhood together, but now as adults, we found that the kin-connection was there. I enjoyed having beers with Randy, doing projects with him and having my bro around the house. The downside was an increasingly distant Jen, who made no secret about her opinion that Randy needed to get a job and get his own place. Her hours at work increased, I suspected by her choice, and she started taking Ambien at night to get sleep. I felt bad that she was stressed, but at the same time somewhat resentful that she was not more open to helping out family.
As weeks turned to months, a sort of routine set in, and the initial stress of the situation eased into a new sense of normalcy. Jen seemed to still have some irritation at coming home to find Randy and I drinking beer and watching TV, but she seemed resigned to ride it out with some grace and started joining in the TV room with a glass of wine before turning in. Randy can be crude when drinking, but she can hold her own, and I was happy that she had come around as much as she had. The wine was a wind-down for her, she was the only one in the house that had to be at work early so she would not stay long. As the situation got more comfortable for all, she started just laying her head in my lap and passing out; usually well before Randy and I were ready to call it for the night. It worked to our advantage, as I enjoyed watching randy leer at her sleeping body; her long legs, shapely hips and big tits. He made no secret of the fact that he lusted after my pretty young wife.
On the nights when Jen fell asleep in the lounge I would have to carry her to the bedroom when retiring. I learned that the Ambien she was taking to sleep was no-shit stuff. On one occasion I was annoyed at having to carry her, and tried to wake her to get her to come to bed under her own power. I was unsuccessful. I chided her about it the next day, but she seemed to think I was kidding. It occurred to me that she might just be messing with me, and I put the incident away.
Later that week, I mentioned the seeming un-wake-able state to Randy as she slept on me while we watched TV. She seemed out cold with a throw pulled up to her chin as she lay on my leg. Randy watched as I shook her, and spoke loudly. No response. One way to find out if she was messing with me. I tossed the blanket off of her. No response. I pulled up her shirt, baring her bra-clad breasts. No response.
I was stunned. Randy looked the same. He seemed unable to take his eyes off her bare torso and cleavage, and the taboo of her laying there partially exposed. It was a rush, and I considered trying to get her bra off but it was a back-clasp and I was not sure of how to get it off of her without completely flipping her over. I un-buttoned and un-zipped her shorts, allowing randy and I to verify that she was wearing blue underwear. Nervous, and unsure of what to do with what I had learned, I re-fastened Jen's clothing, and with Randy's help got her to bed.
Was Jen playing a game with me? If so, what was it? I quizzed her the next day about what she remembered about the movie we had been watching. I was braced for anything else she might have remembered about the evening, but she simply said she had not been interested in the movie evidently, because she did not remember it.
I could not let that go. I needed more understanding about what I had witnessed.
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