I never intended to betray my brother.
I never imagined that what happened would happen. My brothers and I are like fingers of the same hand. I would do anything for them. They would do anything for me. I never thought that a woman could break through my love for my brothers and turn me into a traitor to my brother.
My brother invited me to come live in the place where he was living with his new wife. We were young, just making our way in the world, so we didn't have a lot of money. My brother was working a lot, but his wife, Tamara, was in college, so she was home a lot during the day. My brother, J, was away a lot in other cities for work in construction. My construction job was on a big project in town.
We used to go dancing to merengue music a lot on the weekends together. Drink some rum. Have fun. I loved to dance, but I didn't have a girlfriend, so I just asked girls to dance. Sometimes J would just sit with our other brothers, talking and laughing, telling stories and drinking. But, sometimes, I would dance with Tam. I would take her out on the dance floor, and we would lose ourselves in the crowd. I thought she was cute, like all the girls at those dances were cute.
I never thought I would end up fucking her and betraying my brother.
She liked to cook for us, all of the brothers. She made big soups with chicken or beef, beans and hand-made tortillas. She got mad if we didn't thank her. I started to get a certain energy from her when we were at home. She would tease me about not having a girlfriend, or about the older woman from Colombia I would sometimes fuck, if she'd let me.
She would also hug and rub herself against J in front of me. Not in front of the other brothers, just me. Sometimes, she would giggle and look back at me. "Look, J, he's so jealous that I am with you. He doesn't want anyone to be with HIS brother." Then she would laugh and kiss him in front of me.
One night, Tam was laying on the couch. Her shirt was falling away from her round tits. Her textbook was on her lap. She slept, while I watched the baseball game on the TV. Mostly, I was watching her tits though. I saw how her nipples made little bumps on the front of her shirt, like they were hard. I put a pillow over my pants and slipped my hand in to grab my dick. I rubbed it while looking at her tits. I really wanted pull down her shirt, see her hard nipples and suck on those titties.
For a while, I masturbated while thinking about her tits when I was taking a shower after work.
Another day, I was in the kitchen washing my hands, and she leaned over right by me. I don't know what it was about her being near me, but I smelled a smell like bread and sex from her body. My body felt like it was being pulled toward her like a magnet. I felt really turned on. In my mind, I could see myself lying on top of her fucking her.
"Are you looking at my tits?" she asked "What, the Colombiana stood you up?".
I felt like a fucker though, right after. This was my brother's wife: she should be basically like my sister and all I could do was stare at her tits.
She pushed by me in the hallway to the bathroom. I felt like she rubbed against me. This happened every time we squeezed through a doorway at the same time.
If J hadn't gone to Livingston to work for 2 weeks, nothing would have happened. But Tam was flirting with me even more. She asked me what I liked in a woman. What kind of body. What kind of personality. She would make me tell her, and then tease me about it.
SJ had been gone a few nights, when Tam crashed out on the couch with her PJs on. Cotton shorts and a tank top. This time, I kneeled by the couch and pulled her shirt down so I could see her nipples. I knew I shouldn't do it, so I just looked at them for a minute, feeling like a fucker for even considering it. Then, I lost all control. I reached down and sucked on the hard nipple. She woke up and squealed and pushed my head away.
"What the fuck? What do you think you are doing?" she hissed.
"Tami. You are so hot. J wouldn't care. We are brothers, we share everything." This is what I had been telling myself every time I thought of fucking her.
She stared at me for a minute, then laughed at me. She pulled away, got up and went to the kitchen.
A few nights later, she knocked and asked if she could sleep by me. She said that there was a ghost in her room and she was scared it would sit on her chest.