Adultery seduction of colleague's wife

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On the day I came home from college last summer, the first thing that hit me was how much my little brother, Robbie, had changed in a year. Puberty had worked its final wonders on him. Even though I was three years older, he now towered over me by almost a full foot. His shoulders had broadened and his chest thickened, yet he retained a boyishness that still made him adorable and precious.

Better still, the kid pretty much gushed at my return. He went on and on about how much he missed me, and how happy my coming home had made him. He promised his pesky little-brother behaviors were behind him, which made me laugh, and he even gave me a small leather journal for writing, which was quite unexpected and sweet. I have to confess, I was utterly charmed.

For the first week we did a lot of family things with Mom and Dad, driving out to the cabin, and spending a few days with the Grandparents. Most of that time was spent laughing with my little brother in endless conversation.

It was really kind of strange. We’d never been that close. We spent half our lives together getting on each other’s nerves – your basic brother/sister bickering. Now, after all those years of mutual aggravation, we made time to get to know one another for real. I was surprised to find that we had practically the same taste in bands and movies, we were both internet geeks, we loved to read and shared many favorite books in common. The once bratty pain-in-my-ass had morphed into a super-cool and interesting guy. I was both confused and thrilled.

The following week, Robbie and I got to spend even more time together. Mom and Dad went back to work and left us to our own designs. We went to the movies a lot, and then hung out at the coffee house to dissect them afterwards. We spent a lot of time at the comic book store, and he blushed as he told me later how all his nerd friends were totally jealous that he had such a “totally hot” sister.

For reasons I understand better now, this casual comment went though me like an electric spark. Robbie and I had already been lightly and innocently flirting a little here and there, but in this case, I sensed clearly that the words were his and not his nerdy pals. It dawned on me, clear as day, that my little brother had a crush on me.

I understood the laws of taboo: brothers weren’t supposed to compliment their big sisters in such a manner, but he made this small, devious effort to skirt the rule. I adored him for the effort, and I actually felt myself swoon a bit.