My Brother’s Wife

by Beaverhunt

©Copyright 2020 by Beaverhunt

Chapter 1

Have you ever come across one of those women who never seem to develop? The one whose voice never seems to show she’s a woman, let alone the body? The one everyone thinks of as a little girl? That’s me, and I hate everything about being this way.

I’m still a fucking virgin, and it’s not due to fending off the boys. At 19 I have never dated anyone. Let’s just say the boys in my highschool didn’t have much interest in anyone like me, not even the pervs who would fuck anything with a hole.

I hated highschool and have no interest in going to college, despite my parents’ wishes. Just what I need. More time around horny guys who don’t look at me at all. You know what? Fuck them all. They can kiss my fucking ass, every last one of them.

I don’t need college and I sure as fuck don’t need to spend another hour in that kind of environment. My parents have never understood the hell I went through, since mom was never like me and dad was never one to speak with me about things like this. Had my brother, Aaron, not been 6 years older than me, maybe it would have been different, but he was at law school when I started my freshman year.

My parents didn’t give me much of a choice when they said college, job, or get the hell out of their house. It may not have been spoken in that way, but pretty fucking close. Without Aaron offering me a great fucking job, I’d probably be working a register at some fast-food joint and spend my time smelling like greasy shit.

Despite the difference in age, I was always close to Aaron, and he’s the only reason I made it through graduation of that horror show. He may have been busting his ass to get through school himself, but he always took time for me. I know I should love my parents, and I do, but not as much as I love my brother.

My love for him is that of a sister loving her brother and nothing more. I’m not a fucking perv, if that’s what you’re thinking? He has always watched out for me whenever he can, which is the way a big brother should be.

Aaron’s a hotshot lawyer now and will rise up the ranks quickly of the most prestigious firm in the area. He hired me as a live-in domestic, which means I don’t pay shit for rent and can eat whatever the fuck I want. All I have to do is keep the house clean, which isn’t difficult considering neither he nor his wife are pigs. I don’t even need to cook, since he already hired one, and all I need to do is clean up afterwards.

He pays me well to do easy shit and all those fucks in highschool who are killing themselves in college or working menial shit can kiss my ass. Let them slave away their lives in the hopes I never see any of them again. I know a domestic is technically a maid, but he’s never treated me like anything other than his sister.

The only downside of my job is having to be around her all fucking day. His wife, Cindy, Cin with a C is what she likes to say to new people, is a little too friendly with me. In truth, she always creeps me the fuck out, but I can deal with her.

She can’t seem to get the hint I’m not into women at all. Yes, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and let’s say I get why some women would be attracted to her that aren’t into women. Perhaps, if she weren’t married to my brother, I’d be very flattered and more than a little tempted, but she is and I won’t do shit to hurt him.

Cin has an amazing body, one of those model looks that cause men to drop their tongues as she passes. Her ass and tits are both perfect, at least from what I’ve seen within the tight clothes she likes to wear. I can’t deny my eyes have taken them in when she isn’t looking, but she’s never caught me doing anything like that.

If it were just the body, I wouldn’t even think about it. Cin’s hair is long and black, but not your ordinary black. It’s more like the shade of raven’s feathers and takes on different tones of purple in different lights. She doesn’t die her hair to get that shade, since everything about her is natural.

Cin’s skin tone is olive and goes well with her green eyes, which seem to change a little under different lights in the same fashion as her hair. Her face is perfect in every way and I have no doubt the rest of her body matches her features I’ve been witness to. When they speak of goddesses, her body must be what they had in mind.

I’ve never fantasized about being with any woman and can’t even be called curious in the least. My fantasies have always been men and always will be. Cin may believe something different, but she can kiss my ass.

Chapter 2

I wipe away the steam from the mirror after wrapping the thick towel around my disgusting body. This is the only mirror in the house I don’t mind, since it doesn’t show any part of me below my neck. Had it been much lower, I don’t believe I’d ever look at a single one in the entire house. There’s nothing about my body I want to stare at for any length of time.

The pale face that stares back at me is the face of a woman, but no one sees what I see in this one mirror. My blue eyes twinkle a little under the light as I brush my blonde hair back and wrap it tightly behind me. It’s a little too long not to do something with it, but I don’t bother with gels at this point. No sense spending longer than needed on something no one will ever look at as attractive.

I can feel the moisture in the air cling to my body just a little and watch the mirror fog over again. My narrow fingers run through my ponytail in search of something a little damp, but the hair dryer does one hell of a job. It’s something my brother bought for me when I first moved in and I don’t mind using it at all.

No makeup has been applied to my face in a very long time and no need to start now. I wasn’t exactly fending the boys off when I was, so why bother? It didn’t draw their eyes to anything on my face and couldn’t see past my almost childlike appearance.

My fingers turn the slick lock centered on the knob and almost slips between them as I curse quietly. I wish I didn’t need to lock the door, but Cin doesn’t respect privacy and my bedroom doesn’t have a lock. I’ve told Aaron to get me one ever since I moved in, but he doesn’t believe it’s necessary.

I do count myself lucky that my bathroom is attached to my bedroom, just like theirs does, and don’t mind the small room. It’s just big enough for what I need and don’t mind the standup shower. It does the job I need it to do and don’t plan on ever having need of a bathtub.

My hand grips the door hard enough to keep from slipping and opens it to see her sitting on the edge of my bed wearing what looks like a transparent negligee. I’m not surprised in the least, since this is part of the privacy issue she doesn’t seem to get. What part of my fucking room doesn’t she get?

She smiles at me from those perfect lips and her green eyes twinkle. Her black hair takes on a hint of blue as it frames her perfect face, which is a first that I’ve seen. Even her olive complexion is perfect for her and I wish she had some flaw somewhere, but there are none that I’ve seen.

My voice shows exactly what I’m thinking. “Get the fuck out of my room, Cin.”

I roll my eyes at her response and hate just how feminine her voice sounds compared to mine. “I know you don’t mean that, Jess.”

My eyes burn into hers, as my anger isn’t hidden at all. “I mean it and you know it. This is my fucking room and you have no right to be in here.”

She rises from the bed and starts to walk towards me as our eyes remain locked. The slight hint of apricots reaches my nostrils, and she isn’t wearing perfume. That’s her natural fucking scent and I don’t have a clue as to how it happened. No one smells like this without some help from chemicals, but she does, and I hate her a little more.

Cin’s voice takes on a seductive note once I’m close enough to feel her fucking breath on my face. “You don’t really want me to leave. We’re sisters and sisters don’t kick each other out of their bedrooms.”

I roll my eyes as my voice shows only the anger I feel right now. “Sisters? If you really thought of me as your sister, you wouldn’t be coming on to me every chance you get. Get the fuck out of my room, Cin.”

She smiles at my words and I want to slap her perfect fucking cheeks, but somehow manage to keep my hands clenched at my sides. “Only if we were sisters by blood, but we aren’t. I don’t know why you fight what you feel for me?”

My hands move up to press her shoulders back and feel the heat of her body beneath her flimsy outfit. “I’ve already told you. I am not a lesbian. I am not bi. I like men and only men. I am not attracted to you. You need to get it through your fucking head that not everyone’s attracted to you.”

Her hands reach up to caress mine, but I hardly notice her soft touch. “You only say that because you don’t want to admit the truth.”

She moves forwards, but my arms are locked in place. “You’re the one that can’t admit the truth.”

My jaw clenches a little as the anger fills my body. “You are the most arrogant bitch in the world. That’s the truth, Cin.”

She smiles a little as her voice takes a slightly more feminine note. “Do you really want me to leave?”

I grit my teeth a little before responding. “Yes, Cin, I want you out. I want you to stop doing this shit.”

She nods a little, but her voice shows she doesn’t hear a word I say. “Give me a hug and I’ll leave.”

I scowl and hate she won’t simply leave me be. “Kiss my ass.”

She laughs a little and her eyes light up. “Bare it and share it.”

Chapter 3

I groan and my hands are starting to ache a little. “That’s not what I meant. You know what? Fuck it. If I hug you, will you get the fuck out and never enter uninvited again?”

Her voice is infuriating as she sounds far more like a woman than I ever will. “I promise. Just one hug and I leave, but drop the towel first.”

I shake my head and can’t believe her audacity. “No.”

Her hands move towards my body and I start to lose my grip. I feel her fingers touch my flesh and follow the line of the towel and I can feel my body react in a way it isn’t supposed to at the touch of a woman. My breath quickens a little as I fight to regain my composure, but I can’t stop my cheeks from flushing.

Cin’s fingers press between the towel and the top of my tits, which does feel good. I let out a soft sigh as the heat starts to spread from her touch. My hands move to her wrists to stop her from going any further as I fight against myself.

She smiles at the sounds I make and her voice is confident. “I know you’re enjoying this, Jess.”

I manage to get a grip and free myself from her touch. “I’m not and I’m not taking off my towel. Get the fuck out of my room.”

Her voice shows she won’t be deterred. “Fine. If you really aren’t into me, then the towel shouldn’t matter. You shouldn’t feel anything different at all. What difference does it make?”

I groan as I tighten my grip a little. “It makes a big fucking difference.”

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