See my prior story titled "SIL in College (Before Marriage)
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Married and true to my wife for 19 years! I have always marveled at how my Sister in Law can see me and talk to me and act like nothing ever happened. Sometimes I think I am just a perverted nut case that made this all up in my head! I am crazy and perverted or some form of reality that I cannot comprehend -- mental illness?
We the story starts with the family getting together for a reunion at the resort and my wife, my daughter, and I along with SIL and her family staying at the In-Laws house. Others were at my parent's and others were at a hotel. We all got together in the banquet hall at the hotel and had dinner and drinks. It was nice and pretty much everyone had a good buzz going. Nobody was over the top or drunk by any means. As the night ended we went to the in-laws and talked and had more to drink. The subject of the summer of my wife's internship came up and everyone laughed at me. It seems that the impression left with everyone else was that I was a lost soul without my fiancΓ©e (now wife) and hung with the Sister in Law out of sheer loneliness. Everyone had another good laugh and then I saw my Sister in Law looking dead into my eyes with the grin of a cat who caught the mouse! I smiled back and she looked down and away and blushed 3 shades or red! This was our first acknowledgement, however small and insignificant, that we had ever shared anything.
We kept talking and the subject ranged from kids to boats, houses to cars, vacations to retirement. Every so often she would look my way and our eyes would catch -- the tensions and desires of 19 years ago were alive.
The group dwindled. My wife and kids were the first to go to bed, then my FIL, then SIL's hubby and son. It was just the SIL, the MIL (No action here), and me. As the Mother in Law said her goodnights we poured another glass of wine. We were both nervous and didn't say a word for a few moments. I broke the silence by suggesting we go sit on the swing in the back of the yard. She did not want to go, but I finally convinced her we should talk outside.
The swing was a good 100 yards from the house and storm coming up had clouded the moonlight. I held her hand as we walked, not in passion, but truly to guide her way as a gentleman. As we approached the swing we sat together with our arms touching, but not close as to think we were anything but in-laws.