Especially when sexual assault occurs in a family, other members of the family will often seek to minimize it by saying that you’re exaggerating or misinterpreting, or by blaming you for being “too sensitive.” Sometimes people will even suggest that you had a role in inviting the sexual behavior. I could feel sweat breaking out on my brow. "Lauren, we should probably talk about last night. And this morning." I sat on the couch, leaning forward. These tits?" she said as she let her blouse fall open, exposing a pink, lacy bra and an acre of cleavage. My wife and I were married 32 years ago. I was fortunate to marry into a wonderful family. Her mom and dad were fantastic people as were her siblings. My wife had two younger brothers as well as the baby of the family, Jill. Jill was stunningly beautiful and always pleasant to me as was the entire family. Jill married a fine man but sadly he died in an offshore drilling accident. So my wife and I went to visit her sister lastnight and we had a couple of drinks and im sitting on the other side of the room facing my wife her sister and her boyfriend and my sister inlaw has on these little shorts on and all the sudden she starts speading her legs and looking at me and pointing down to.....and she pulls hers shorts to the side and she is showing me her sexy sexy yellow panties and I just sat there like oh shit this is crazy my wife and her boyfriend are sitting right there watching David Letterman and didnt see. We left and I didnt say anything to my wife, I dont want to cause trouble and im not going to do anything with her sister cause I love my wife and I dont like cheaters but it was insain. Has anybody else been in a simular situation?

Because all of these things occurred with other family members around, I did not feel like I could snap at her or push her away. I wish I had found a way to quietly tell her that she was making me uncomfortable and ask her to please stop, but I was still new to the family and not sure of myself with them. Also, she seems to have my wife emotionally bound to her to the point that my wife gets angry at the slightest criticism of her sister. My wife seems to alternate between being intimidated by her sister and feeling as if she has to protect her.

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What? Oh, no, I've got to catch up on my report today, remember? If it's not done by Monday, it'll be my ass. Would you mind just going by yourself?" The question caught me totally off guard. I know I blushed. "Um, yeah, we're just cleaning up the kitchen right now." I figure I have several choices: Keep trying to get through to my wife and break this hold her sister has on her; try to get my sister-in-law to explain her actions to me; talk to her husband; threaten to go to the police; let it go but keep my distance; or some combination of these things. No! Well, you know, It's just that I love Abby and I can't do anything to jeopardize our marriage." She kissed me hungrily. I reached up and grabbed her tits, momentarily wishing they were bigger. She shoved a nipple into my mouth and I feasted. I switched from nipple to nipple, all the while loving it but also wishing there was more.

We woke up the next morning and Jill prepared breakfast. I thanked her profusely for her understanding and she said it was fine. I then, as an afterthought, mentioned that it was very cold on top of the comforter but still was very comforting to me. Oh? What would you like to say?" She lowered herself onto the other end of the couch and stretched out, looking conspicuously like a lioness on the veldt. I couldn't help noticing that the buttons on her blouse strained against her breasts. Hey Lauren." Would this be awkward? I wasn't sure what to say. After all, she quite obviously flirted with me. More than flirted, actually, she came on to me. Even worse, I got off on it. "Thanks for coming yesterday. We had a great time."I listed carefully to my wife's tone as she spoke to her sister. She carried on what seemed like a perfectly normal conversation. She was smiling. She laughed. Her tone was light and upbeat. She looked up from the desk. She looked so adorable in her horn-rimmed glasses, her well-worn t-shirt and her sweat pants with the waist rolled down a bit. She got up and walked me to the door. "See you later, hon." We kissed. "Have fun."

As she recovered from her orgasm, I idly kissed her pussy lips, feeling her sloppiness on my face, smelling her musky sweetness all over us. I found myself thinking about Lauren. I wondered if she came as much as her sister. I wondered if she tasted as good. On top of this, some people don’t believe that women commit sexual assault, especially against men. If your wife holds that belief, then your sister-in-law’s reputation for being “flirtatious” might be informing your wife’s perception that what her sister did was inappropriate but harmless. Imagine that you had a brother who made your wife uncomfortable with his inappropriate comments and intrusive touching and then one day grabbed and forcibly kissed her, leaving her feeling angry and violated. My guess is that if your response was a dismissive “Well … that’s my brother,” your wife would feel as you do now—angry, alone, resentful, and betrayed. You know," Lauren's voice broke me from my memories, "if you keep staring at them like that, Abby's going to get pretty upset." She was grating some cheese, the motion swaying her breasts beneath the sleeveless blouse she wore. She finally looked up and said, "you are such a letch sometimes." For a moment I thought I had crossed a line, that she was pissed off at me. But she gave me a knowing smile, glanced over her should to make sure Abby was around, and shimmied for me. "How's that?" A couple of years ago I married a wonderful woman after living with her for a few years. I am a man in my 70s, and my wife is a few years older than me. She has an older sister who is on her third marriage and has a reputation in my wife’s family for being flirtatious and extremely manipulative. She has been living far away from us and visits three or four times a year.Yeah, there's nothing like the first bar-b-q." I pulled her into a hug, just to confirm she had no idea what her sister had been doing. Lauren, like I said, you're incredibly sexiest. And yes, I couldn't believe the attention I got from you last night. But that doesn't mean...." When I complained to my wife, she did not seem surprised and made some feeble excuses, ending in “Well … that’s my sister.” She has refused to confront her sister about this or even ask for an explanation. She is worried that this would change her relationship with her sister. She now says that her sister “didn’t mean anything” by what she did, and seems to be trying to blame me for being offended.

Her breasts are perky and firm, with super sensitive nipples that stand out with only the slightest stimulation. They aren't small—she's a good b or c cup depending upon the bra—but they're not large and showy, either. A Wonder Bra can be Abby's secret weapon. Denying abusive behavior creates a toxic stew of collusion and shame, all while normalizing the abuse and enabling it to continue. And this, over time, can lead to depression, anxiety, insomnia, substance use, and a pervasive feeling of numbness or unsafety for the person in your position. The latest twist in this is that my sister-in-law and her husband are moving here and will live about 10 miles away. My wife knows how I feel, but she is excited and plans to spend a lot of time with her sister. This continues to bother me, and I have much less enthusiasm and interest in my marriage. I finally arranged the memorial and my wife's family of course attended as well as a myriad of friends. My in-laws were,of course, very supportive and remained for a few days after the memorial. After everyone had gone Jill said she would help me try and get on with my life. The first night as were getting ready for bed I started sobbing. Jill tried comforting me. I told her I didn't want to be alone. She said she would be here for me but I told her she didn't understand. I asked her if I could just sleep beside her so I could just have someone to hold. Now Jill is a fanatical Bible thumper so I knew this would be a difficult request. Anticipating her objection, I said that I would be fully clothed and sleep on top of the comforter so our bodies would not touch. She thought for a minute and reluctantly agreed with the proviso that I follow the rules I had set forth. She put on her flannel pajamas and we went to bed and I was true to my word. I lay about a foot from her on top of the comforter with just my arm slightly around her waist. She caught me staring, for about the fifth time, at her cleavage. Lauren, my wife's sister, just gave me a "you're-a-naughty-boy" and continued slicing tomatoes for the salad.

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My stomach did flip-flops as I handed the phone to Abby. "It's your sister." Would Lauren say something about what had gone on? They were so close, I wouldn't put it past her. I felt like I had let her down and I realized I began to panic. "No, it's not that, it's just that, well, I wanted to make sure I got it done for you so I wouldn't have to...I mean so you would have it all, you know, set up." That night as we were getting ready for bed I stated that it seemed very cold in her room. She offered that as long as I was fully clothed, it should be ok for me to sleep under the covers. I slid into bed under the covers and again kept a discreet distance between our bodies, yet still with one arm around her waist. So a little playfulness put your marriage in jeopardy, is that it?" I wasn't sure if I detected a little touch of anger. "If your marriage is so tenuous that a little flirting will crumble it..."