Dee - My Brother's Wife

DEE - MY BROTHER'S WIFE

CHAPTER 1

I was sitting in my living room looking at some pictures of my deceased wife, Connie, one Saturday afternoon. And watching a few videos of places we had visited and good times we had together. Connie and I got married right after college. We were both 22 at the time. We had 10 good years together before she got sick. I won't go into details about her illness, but it took her away from me at the age of 32. I am grateful that it was fairly quick and she didn't have to suffer for years. Now I am the one suffering. It's been 3 years since she passed and I still miss her every minute of every day. I suppose it is both a blessing and a curse that we didn't have children. She left no children to suffer her loss, but I think it would be nice to have a piece of her still with me in a child. But it wasn't meant to be.

My name is Conrad. I am now 35 and still single. I still live in the house she and I shared. Which is a 3 bedroom, 2 bath home. We both made good money and bought a big house in hopes of having children. But we kept putting it off and it never happened.

Anyway, I suppose I am slowly getting better. I'm not depressed all the time like I was for a while. I finally started going out with friends again. And got back into motorcycle riding, and hiking. Trying to get back to living. And I'm finally making progress. So I was looking at these pictures and videos with a sense of happy memories rather than melancholy. Sure, it made me sad, but I stayed focused on the good times we had.

My phone rang, bringing me out of my thoughts and memories. It was my brother's wife, Dee Dee. Her name is Donetta Diane, and a lot of people call her Dee Dee. Randy just calls her Dee, and that's what I started calling her. She said she was at the hospital. There had been a fire at their house and Randy, my brother, had gotten some burns. He was okay, but needed some treatment. I said I would be right there.

I drove to the hospital. Mom and Dad were already there. Dee filled us in on what had happened. Randy had been out on the patio grilling some steaks. She was in the kitchen making salads. He went in to start getting stuff together for their meal on the patio. They heard Bernard, their dog, barking up a storm. Randy went to see what he was barking at. When he got outside the grill was turned over and the patio was on fire. He had left a can of charcoal lighter fluid sitting there and apparently when the grill turned over it hit the can of lighter fluid and it ignited and the fire spread rapidly. It looked as if Bernard had pulled his tether loose to chase a cat, or a squirrel, or something, and had knocked the grill over. Bernard's tether was hung up in the grill and he couldn't get loose. Randy got him loose but got some burns on his arms and legs in the process. The fire dept. got there quickly and put the fire out, but not before it burned part of the den and a bedroom. Randy wouldn't need to be admitted but they were treating his burns and he would be off from work for a while. Bernard wasn't burnt. His tether was long enough that he was far enough away to be okay.

We all hugged and said we were glad it wasn't worse and so happy that no one was seriously injured. Then we sat and waited for Randy to come out. When he did we saw the burns on his arms and legs. They left them uncovered saying they would heal faster that way. He just had to keep a special cream they gave him on them. They were not too serious, thank God. I told them they could come stay at my house while theirs was being repaired. Randy said the insurance company would put them up in a hotel for a while. But I argued that they would be much more comfortable at my place. I had 2 extra bedrooms and an extra bathroom. Besides, "What about Bernard? He can't stay in a hotel."

"Oh yeah. I hadn't thought about that," said Randy. "If you're sure you don't mind, we just might take you up on that offer. But keep in mind it may be a while."

"You are welcome for as long as it takes. Heck, I welcome the company. That big ole house gets lonely."

CHAPTER 2

We went to their house and got a few things they would need that night. Mom, Dad, Dee, and I went back the next day to get more for their extended stay. And brought what food from their place that we could. We made 3 trips. We told Randy to stay and recuperate. We got them all settled in one of the bedrooms and I told them to make themselves at home.

Monday I had to go back to work. I am an electrical engineer at a local plant that makes medical equipment. Randy took the week off. He works at a distillery that makes several brands of bourbon. Dee also took the week off. She is a phlebotomist at a doctors office. They had a busy week ahead dealing with the insurance company. Filling out reports, touring the house to assess damage, making sure the house is secure from looters, talking with the fire dept. and the police dept.

I guess all in all the week went as smoothly as possible. Seemed like it anyway. Randy was healing a little more each day. We talked a lot that week and I again told them to not worry. They could stay here as long as was necessary. We got along well together. Always had. We were a close family and Dee and I got along great from the moment she and Randy started dating. She and Randy, and Connie and I hung out a lot together before she passed. Randy was younger than me by 6 years. He is 29. Dee is 27. We have a sister, Ruth. She is 32 and lives in Arizona with her husband, Rick, and their daughter, Katie.

After that first week things started getting back to normal somewhat. Randy and Dee both went back to work. We were starting to get into a routine at home. Who was going to do what. Who was going to cook on what nights. You know, all the regular life stuff. Randy and Dee Dee spent a lot of time in their bedroom. They said they didn't want to disrupt my life. They had a TV, a little fridge, their laptops, and other things to occupy their time. I told them they were not disrupting my life but I know they want their privacy, too.

CHAPTER 3

A few weeks went by and everything was going along fine. The insurance company and Randy and Dee came to a settlement. The contractors said that they were very busy and wouldn't be able to start right away. That it would probably be 4 to 6 months before the house would be ready to move back into.

I was off for a few days burning up some vacation time. I didn't go anywhere, just messed around the house doing a few things I had been putting off. And just enjoying the down time. One rainy afternoon I was stuck in the house and got bored. I was online paying some bills, checking emails, and such. I started looking at pictures of classic cars, muscle cars, and hot rods. A lot of the pictures included good looking girls, many scantily clad, along with the car. Seems cars and women just go together. One thing led to another and soon I was looking up porn videos. I did this occasionally and masturbated to get some relief. I had been out with a couple different women since Connie's passing but it never led to anything. My heart just wasn't in it, I guess. So I had not had sex for 3 years.

So here I was on a rainy Wednesday afternoon. Sitting in my living room in just my boxers, watching porn, stroking my cock. All of a sudden I hear "Oh shit! I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Startled, I looked up and saw Dee heading for the backdoor. I had not heard her come in. I had assumed she and Randy would both be at work all day. I was embarrassed as hell. I shut down the computer, got dressed, and sat in the living room contemplating how I was going to be able to face her.

In about a half an hour the doorbell rang. I opened the door and there stood Dee. Red faced. And I felt my face turn red, also. I didn't know what to say or how to act. At the same time we both said, "I'm sorry." We both started to talk at the same time. She said, "Wait. Let me go first. Don't be embarrassed. I mean, I know you are. But there's no reason to be. We all do it. And it IS your house. You can do whatever you please. I'm sorry I walked in on you unexpectedly. I should have let you know I was there. From now on I'll knock, or holler, or something when I come in. I'm sorry."

"No. You have no reason to apologize. I shouldn't have been doing that in the living room. I should have been in my bedroom. I guess I didn't even think about it. I didn't expect anybody to be here. You live here, too. And you shouldn't have to knock or anything when you come home. So, I'm the one that should be sorry. And I am. I'm sorry I put you in that position. I'm so embarrassed. I don't know how I'm going to be able to face you now."

"I told you. It's nothing to be embarrassed about. Sure, it's embarrassing being caught. But, like I said, we all do it. So please don't feel or act any different around me."

"Okay. I'll try. Thanks. And I promise if I ever do it again I'll go to my bedroom. But I may never do it again after that."

"Oh. I expect you will eventually. I know I will. Can we just forget it ever happened and get back to normal?"

"Yeah. I'll try. And again, I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what? Nothing happened."

"Thanks. By the way, why aren't you at work?"

"I wasn't feeling the best, and we didn't have anybody scheduled that needed blood drawn anyway, so I took off. Bonnie said if anybody came in that needed it she would reschedule them."

"Oh. Are you okay?"

"Oh yeah. Just not feeling 100% today. Not really sick or anything. Just one of those days."

"Well, let me know if you need anything."

"Okay. Thanks."

CHAPTER 4

The next few days I still felt a little embarrassed around Dee but I eventually got over it. By the following week we were back to normal. Dee started asking me about dating. She knew I had been on a couple of dates and asked why I never went back for a second date. I told her I guessed I wasn't over Connie yet. She said she understood. But she asked if I wanted her to introduce me to some of her girlfriends. I said, "I don't know. Sometimes I think I'd like to meet someone, but I don't know if I'm ready yet."

Randy said, "Conrad, it might help to meet somebody new. I know how much you loved and cherished Connie. And nobody expects you to forget her. But it might be time to move on. To heal. And start living again."

"I know. You're right. But I somehow feel like I'm betraying her when I go out with another woman."

"Connie loved you. She would want you to be happy. Not stuck in a rut all alone."

"Yeah. I know. I'll think about it and let you know about introducing me to your friends."

"Okay."

Over the next couple of months Dee had several of her friends over. She said they were just visiting, but I knew what she was up to. They were all really nice girls, and all quite attractive. I told her I knew what she was doing but she denied it.

Something happened at the distillery where Randy works, some kind of problem that slowed down production and they were trying to catch up. Overtime was not mandatory but it was offered to anyone that wanted it. Randy said he knew they were facing a pretty big deductible to pay and that he knew there would be things they needed to buy when they moved back home. So he volunteered to work some overtime. Usually at least 2 nights during the week and Saturdays.

Dee started acting strangely. By strange I mean in the way she dressed. Or partially dressed. Because she had never worn provocative clothing in the time I had known her. Not around me or out in public anyway. So it was strange. She started wearing cut off shorts with her ass cheeks hanging out. And tight low cut tops. And mini skirts. I tried to pass it off as being because it was a very hot summer. Most of this was in the evenings when Randy was at work. I was sitting in my living room watching a movie one night. She came out of her bedroom and said she needed to get something from the fridge. She was wearing her nightgown, which was black, lacy, and frilly. The kind of thing a woman would wear to seduce her husband. Granted, she had her robe on over it, but still it was about as sheer as the nightgown. And very short. Not that I minded. She looked really good. She stopped to talk a minute and stood in front of me as we did. 2 nights later Randy was at work and I was again watching TV. Dee came through in her nightgown and robe again. And stopped to talk again. As she stood in front of me her robe was open. Her nightgown consisted of a red lacy bra and matching panties. "Uh. Dee," I said and motioned to her robe.

"Oh. Sorry." She pulled her robe shut and tied the belt but it did little to cover her. A few nights later she came through in her negligee without the robe. This one was pink and the bra and panties underneath were red.

"You should probably put on a robe," I suggested.

"Oh. Sorry. I guess I've just gotten really comfortable here." And she went back to her bedroom.

I was sitting out on my deck with a beer and a book one Saturday. Randy was working. Dee came out and asked if she could join me. "Of course. Want a beer?"

"Sure."

"Help yourself. In the mini fridge just inside the garage door there."

She went in to get a beer and sat in a chair at the patio table. It was a hot day and she was wearing shorts and a tank top. Let me describe Dee a little. I had always thought she was pretty. She's about 5 ft. 6. Probably weighs 110. Brunette hair that she wears curly and comes to her shoulders. Nice figure, great legs, nice butt. Her boobs aren't all that big but they are quite nice, also. I won't lie and say I never looked at her in a lustful way. I'm a man and I look at pretty women lustfully sometimes. But I would never try anything with my brother's wife. With that said, she looked really nice today. The shorts showed her legs and butt quite nicely. And her tank top was kind of low cut and showed a little cleavage. She had a good tan. I noticed all these things as we sat and chatted.

She got up then and said she'd be right back.

She came back out wearing a very skimpy bikini. It wasn't a micro bikini or anything but it showed her assets very plainly. It was a bright yellow and the bottoms tied on her hips. The top covered her nipples, but barely. It tied around her neck and on her back. "It's just so darn hot. I needed to come out of those clothes. I hope you don't mind." She sat down and started applying suntan lotion to her legs.

"Dee," I said. "What the hell are you doing?"

"What do you mean?"

"You've been parading around here half naked for weeks now. That's not like you. I didn't even know you owned clothes like that. And what would Randy say? I'm pretty sure he would not approve. I mean, I'm sure he likes it in private, but he would not like you doing it where other people see you."

"It's just been so hot. I'm just trying to be comfortable."

"Bullshit! The house is air conditioned so it's not that hot inside. And you dress normally when Randy's here. So, what's up?"

"Okay. I know it was a stupid idea and I should have known it wouldn't work." I raised my eyebrows in a questioning way and made a go ahead gesture with my hand. "I'm sorry. Conrad, I care about you. A lot. And I hate to see you alone and unhappy. And... well... I got this idea that maybe if I showed a little skin it would maybe excite you and make you want to go out and find a woman. So I borrowed some stuff from my friends. I didn't tell them what I was doing. "

"Whaaat!? Are you kidding me?"

"I know. It was stupid. I'm sorry. I was trying to help. I wasn't coming on to you or anything. Just trying to get you excited so you'd want a girlfriend. But, I don't know, maybe you don't even think I'm attractive. So I guess it didn't work. I feel so stupid."

"Holy shit. That is so unbelievable. Where in the hell did you come up with that?"

"I know guys get excited looking at pretty girls. And I remembered that time I walked in on you watching porn. So I just thought maybe if I could excite you maybe you'd go out and find somebody to be with." She was getting upset and was on the verge of tears.

"Listen Dee. You're not stupid. A little out there maybe," I joked, "but not stupid. And yes, I do think you are VERY attractive. But I don't look at you that way. You're my brother's wife. You're family."

I could see that Dee was really embarrassed and felt bad. I got up and went over to her. I leaned over and kissed the top of her head. I stooped down and hugged her. When I stood back up she looked up at me and asked, "Do you hate me? Or think I'm crazy or anything?"

"Of course not. I love you. And I love that you did all that to try and help me. And, to tell you the truth, it actually did kind of work. I hate to admit it, but it did get me excited. I know I shouldn't look at my sister in law in a lustful way, but I did. And I'm sorry."

"So I did excite you? I thought maybe you didn't even think I was pretty. Or sexy."

"Oh my God. How could you think that? You're a gorgeous woman. And you've got a killer body. I tried not to let it show that I got excited. I mean, like I said, you are family. I'll tell you a secret. You know you mentioned the time you saw me uhh.. pleasuring myself?" When she nodded her head I said, "Well, a couple of times after you strutted around in front of me half naked, I did it again. I hate to admit it, and I'm sorry if it offends you, but I just want you to know that I do find you attractive."

She stood up and hugged me. "Thank you. For understanding and not hating me. And for saying nice things about me. I feel like a real piece of dirt."

I hugged her and said, "You are not a piece of dirt. You are a kind, loving person. As well as a very beautiful and sexy young girl."

"Thank you. Hmmm. I guess I really do excite you. I feel the evidence of it down below." Yes, as we hugged and I felt her bare skin under my hands, the old 'johnson' had woken up. After all, she was still wearing that very revealing bikini. I didn't have a hard-on but it was about halfway there. She slid her hand down onto it and said, "I can help you with that."

I jumped back. "Dee!! What are you saying!!? We can't do that!"

"Relax. All I meant was that I would give you a handjob. Nothing more. I mean, after all, I'm the one that caused it. And it's the least I could do after what I put you through." She stepped forward, squeezed my half hard dick in her hand and said, "Besides. Ever since that day I saw you watching porn I've been curious. It looked pretty big. And I've wondered about it."

I had stepped back away from her again. "We shouldn't even be talking about it. Much less doing what you're suggesting." But my dick remained half hard. When it gets woken up it wants what it wants.

"It's okay, Conrad. It's not like we'd be fucking or anything. I just want to help you. I know you've been alone a long time. And I caused you to get excited when you have nobody to take care of it for you. So just let me help. To say I'm sorry." She had stepped forward and grasped my cock again. I didn't move. Her hand on my dick felt so damn good. And standing there in her skimpy bikini she looked really, really good. And even the suntan lotion she had applied earlier smelled good. I started thinking with the wrong head, as they say. And I didn't move. She was squeezing and releasing my cock through my shorts, which were getting uncomfortable. I was almost fully erect now. I wanted to fight it but was unable to. I just stood and let her feel my cock growing in my pants. "Hmmm. You really do find me attractive, don't you?" I didn't answer.

We stood there looking at each other. It was like I was paralyzed, unable to move. She smiled at me and ran her hand up and down my cock. She slid my zipper down and put her hand inside my shorts. I was wearing tightie whities and she grasped me through them. She was still looking into my eyes. She worked her fingers into the opening of my underwear and her fingers touched my cock. It felt divine and I think it grew another inch. She worked my dick out through the opening and grasped it in her hand. That's when she looked down. She looked back up at me then and smiled and said, "Oh yeah. I thought it looked big when I saw it before and now it's confirmed. You should be proud."

I didn't answer. Couldn't. I was still paralyzed. She started running her fingers lightly all over my cock. Then she wrapped her hand around it and started stroking. I closed my eyes, leaned my head back, and enjoyed the sensation of a woman's soft hand wrapped around my cock for the first time in 3 years. I put all thoughts of who it was out of my mind. It was not long at all before I felt myself getting ready to cum. I started moving my hips in a fucking motion into her hand. She sensed that I was ready to explode and squeezed a little harder and stroked a little faster. I shot my load and it went all over the patio floor. I pulled my handkerchief from my back pocket and wiped my cock off. I immediately started feeling ashamed for letting that happen. Dee was wiping her hand on a tissue.

I said, "I shouldn't have let that happen. I'm so ashamed."

"Don't be. It was my idea. You didn't ask. And it was just a handjob. Nothing to be ashamed of."

"Randy must never know of this."

"That goes without saying. Now. How about I hook you up with one of my friends?"

"Yeah. Okay. I think I'm ready. Thanks."