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inevitable.
    “ You like being inside me?”
    He nodded,
eyes squeezing shut as I continued to fuck him.
    “ You like my pussy on your cock?”
    He moaned.
    “ Then come,” I said simply, and he let go. His hot cream
coated my cunt. He arched his back, his strong jaw clenched hard,
and he shuddered with pleasure until his prick was
empty.
    He pulled out,
at once the shy boy again. Then he crawled up the bed and into my
open arms.
    “ So?” I asked him. His face was buried in my neck, but I still
felt him smile. “I think that settles the question.”
    Suddenly I sat
bolt upright. “You're not...I mean, you still...”
    He pulled me
back to lie with him. “I still love men. And I still love your
brother. I'm good with settling down now. But,” he said, playfully
grabbing my breast, “I'm going to have to let him know who I really
am.”
    “ Don't tell him it was me!”
    He kissed my
cheek. “Not in a million years.”
    I spent a few
minutes dozing on his shoulder until gently he roused me. “I need
to have a shower and get back to your brother.” He hopped off the
bed.
    I propped
myself up on one elbow. “Where did you tell him you were going,
anyway?”
    He grinned. “I
said I wanted to spend some time with an old friend. I had a blast,
Friend.” He disappeared into the bathroom and I heard the shower
start up.
    I stayed where I was. To think, after all those moments I'd
caught myself checking Marc out, after those flitting fantasies
where I'd imagined having him myself...and he'd been the one to get the ball rolling. I slid
under the blanket, listening to the hiss of the shower in the next
room. Tomorrow, my brother would marry his lover — our lover — and I'd have to content myself
once again with mere fantasies.
    I ran a lazy
finger over my lips, then smiled. At least now I'd have no problems
imagining the way his muscles rippled under his smooth skin... or
the way his cock looked standing at attention. I'd helped Marc;
little did he know he'd be helping me back for years.
    The shower cut off, and Marc strode back into the room. He
was still ( again? ) half-erect, and
I found myself getting excited. He dressed quickly, though, then
leaned over me and planted a very proper kiss on my
forehead.
    “ You're the best sister-in-law ever,” he said. “Thank you.”
And with that, he left.
     
    I attended
Lucas and Marc's commitment ceremony the next morning. I teared up
with the rest of the family, though in part my tears were for
myself. I'd barely tasted what Marc had to offer, and I wanted
more.
    They were
pronounced partners, then the dancing began. Marc danced with my
mother, my father (much to everyone's surprise and delight), one of
my sisters, and finally me.
    He leaned his
head close to mine and whispered in my ear. “It was really...
special... what you did for me last night. I can't thank you
enough.”
    Crazy thoughts
chased each other around my brain until one escaped my mouth.
“Thank me by fucking me again.” Even as the words left me I felt
ashamed. How selfish could I be?
    He held me in silence for a few minutes as we circled the
dance floor. I was kicking myself: I shouldn't have said
that. Especially there, at Marc and
my brother's wedding. I was opening my mouth to apologize
when—
    “ I promised myself I'd be loyal to your brother. But the two
of you...you're so much alike. That's the next best thing, right?”
I pulled back and saw that grin of his again. “As long as we keep
it our little secret.”
    I laid my head
on his shoulder and grinned through the rest of the song.
     
     
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