It's especially difficult now because L is living with us every other week, and she's an early riser like I am.
Here's some of the detail I think is important, but may be excruciatingly dull to readers.I can't make a coherent paragraph from them, so let's do bullet points:
- L's girlfriend doesn't have internet, so L doesn't want to stay there (can't blame her.)
- R has his son every other week, and he and L don't want to (yet) make their relationship that open.
- L will stay with us the weeks that R has his son, and this will be her fallback so that she isn't dependent on R.
- L will stay with R on the other weeks, and so far the one week they've done that worked out well. (She's going back there today.)
- R has been here almost every night that L stays with us, usually for dinner, then they go back in her room and fuck.
- I'm coming to terms with it, and am mostly okay.
It's been a little trickier this past week having a third person here, but we've been through this before with my other sister (twice), my niece, and even L a while back. Plus she's helping us organize the house a little better, and encouraging us (especially the wife) to finally get rid of things we've kept far longer than we should have. This is the longest L has been comfortable staying with us, but I think that's because she knows the next week she gets to get away.
Anyway, this all leads up to this past Friday. The wife and I had scheduled this weekend as a long weekend because we were supposed to go to Myrtle Beach with a friend, but of course that's all been cancelled. We decided to take the Friday-to-Monday time off anyway just because.
Here is a bit of the email I sent my good friend James F Break, and what he sent back:
Me: I don't even know if I can blog about this, it's so mind blowing!
JFB: If it were me, I’d blog about it. Your blog is Curious Rob. This is right in line with that.If you think you know where this is going, just hold on a bit.
L wanted to go back to her friends and get the things we'd originally moved there a couple weeks ago, so she and I decided we'd do that while the wife took care of some other obligations. We had to fold down the back seats of my car in order to fit all of L's stuff in, so there wouldn't have been a seat for her even if she had wanted to go (and she didn't.)
L and I set out Friday morning, first running a few errands, setting up a storage building for her stuff (and some of ours will go in there too) and then heading towards her friend's house. On the way there we talked about things like we usually do, some serious and some joking. During this she mentioned that, while drunk, she'd told R something about her past that she hadn't meant to and that she was mad at herself for it. She said she didn't want him to know how bad a cheater she was, and that she didn't want to be anymore, not with "this one."
This felt directed at me, though I don't think she meant it harshly. We continued talking about it, with me reassuring her that she can be better (though I don't know if I believe that myself) and I more or less decided to myself that I would stop trying to egg her on in shenanigans with me. (Full Partial disclosure: there were some shenanigans a few weeks back. Not as much as I wanted, but more than there should have been.) (And a little more this past Tuesday, when I stayed home because of a wicked hangover/migraine.)
She also told me that she still hasn't cum with R, despite all the sex they have. She loves him, and the sex is good, she just can't relax enough. She stays in her head about everything, and is too guarded. She said she's worried because she finds herself fantasizing about women (but would never act on it), and finds herself checking out nice asses on women, and is worried that she's secretly gay and that's why she's always had trouble coming with most men. The biggest part of this is that she told me this is something she could never tell anyone else but me, that I was the only person she felt she could trust with this.
I assured her that 1) she is not gay (she likes dick too much, that 2) it is not unusual to fantasize about same sex, that everyone is on the spectrum somewhere, and 3) she'll get it going with R once she learns to just get in the moment and let go.
I realized midway through point 2) that she might ask me if I fantasize about men since I said it's not unusual, and wondered how I'd answer if she did. She didn't ask, but the more I thought about it the more I started wanting to just come clean and tell her. I held back for many reasons, primarily because I was worried that she'd be disgusted with me if she knew even part of the truth.
Soon topics went on to other things, and then we were at her friend's house load her things in my car. It took about an hour all told, then we were back on the road. We stopped for a quick lunch, and all the while I kept going back and forth on whether or not I should tell her. I kept trying to nudge the conversation to "weird" things to see if she'd pick up the thread, but she was texting with R and would get distracted. Just as well, I thought.
We get back on the road after eating and it's quiet for a bit. I'm still thinking, and wondering what I was holding back for. I knew that no matter what she thought of what I did, she would still love me as a brother (at least), and that the worst case would be she'd never want to have anything sexual with me anymore. And I thought maybe that would be for the best, because I know the only way it could ever stop is if she simply doesn't want it anymore.
So finally I told her. Well, not outright; that's not my way. It took me starting and stopping, and her urging me on, to finally say it.
"I'm not gay, obviously," (which she agreed), "and I don't think I could be considered bi because I'm not sexually attracted to guys at all. But... I like [deep breath] sucking dick." Up until I actually said the words, I wasn't sure if I was going to admit everything or just say that I had fantasies. Ultimately, I just can't lie to L like that, and I wanted it fully out.
Her reaction was mostly unexpected, and so much better than I thought. She was a little shocked, though my hemming and hawing probably gave her some idea of the direction, but then she said "this is so fucking hot! I'm getting wet! Tell me all the deets!"
She wanted to know everything, so I told her everything! I told her about Brent, the first guy. I told her about T, my former co-worker. I told her about the Craigslist guy. I told her about the guy last summer from Grindr, and the second encounter with T (which I may not have written about here). She kept saying how hot this was, I kept saying I couldn't believe I was telling her, and she kept saying she couldn't believe I'd waited so long, and asked why I hadn't told her before.
By the time I was done telling her everything, we had unloaded the stuff and were back home. I went out to have a cigar and she came out to sit with me. The wife ran out to the store and I took that opportunity to show her the picture of Craiglist guy's dick (the really think one) and the video (which she said got her twitching.)
She said she wished I had more (so do I, believe me) and we joked about how on my next encounter she should go with. She joked, but I think we both saw some serious potential here. She said she wouldn't directly participate, but that she would be getting off while filming us playing.
She has asked questions all weekend which I have gladly answered, and I giddily offered other details, funny moments, and the like. I'm just now getting used to the idea that L knows, and I can talk to her about it. It's so fucking liberating, and also a little terrifying (but definitely more liberating.)
Later edit: Apparently L had her first orgasm with R Friday night. I wonder if that's (ahem) related.
Later edit: Apparently L had her first orgasm with R Friday night. I wonder if that's (ahem) related.