My brothers wife...

He really dislike the feeling of lust it coursed throught  his body everytime he looked at her.Being the wife of his brother pretty much put her in a position of family and out of his dirty thoughts.But everytime she bent over to place a plate of food in the middle of  the table in the dinning room,he could not prevent his dirty thoughts.Her shape derrier was stuff that made him stay awake at night or reach for the side table in search of his phone and dial a number he really didn`t want to.

" Yes ?"

"It is me, can you come over,please ?"The tone of desperation said it all, he had been with her tonight...

She made her last visit for the night, and put all the items she was going to need for him,he most likely would prefer to bleed anyway.She put all her toys in a bag, and crossed town to meet him,she had a key.

He was in the bedroom already prepared for the pain,she would be here soon enough.His breath almost stopped when he heard the key open the front door.Steps that follow up the stairs into the hall.A hand that pushed the half open white door to the side without taking her eyes from him.

" Did he asked where you where going ?Thus he know ?Do you care?Why are you here ?"

The questions are as much to make her feel guilty as too punish himself,he knows what will follow,the taking of the clothes ,the unrest that woulf follow of two humans trapped in a place none could leave, where morals had left thought  the window from the first moment the eyes locked in each other,his brothers wife,her in his home in his bedroom.Who soon enough he will penetrate,but in his eyes only misery showed, if only he could stop lusting after her...

He had followed her here,he wanted not to be true and yet since last week he had this nagging feeling that his brother and his wife,where meeting in secret.But he had not pay anymore attention,but today he saw the look he gave her and  prior to the look he had seen on his brothers face when he thought no one was looking,the way his eyes filled with lust followed her figure displayed before all to see.Now he had no doubt,it remain to be seen if she share the same feeling,by seing her take the keys from her left pocket and enter the house that once he had come to know as well as its own was a double betrail.He had one thing with him while leaving the house, a gun.

It started to play in the back of his mind how the scene would happen and yet until his shoes it the first step of the stairs he hadn`t decided to kill one or the other,but the words spoken by his brother stopped him cold,so much passion and sorrow in so little said,he clearly felt more for her than just lust...

His body stood at the door bodies trashing in the language of lovers so into themselfs they are oblivious to the drama about to unfold.He pulls the gun in line with head he is about to shoot and his right finger pulls the trigger.

The sound ecoes in the room where only two people in the throws of passion previous existed.

One brother lies on the floor,the couple in the bed are still in shock after the gun shot...

The End

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