Fall in love with my sister-in-law.

I sit in my rented, sterile apartment, alone at the end of the day, while I look at that blue pill next to the glass. She is there every day and she will be there as I breathe. At least I'm not alone with her. I reach for her, shove her in my mouth, and water it. Now the monster will calm down a bit.

My cell phone rings in my jacket, so I reach lazily for it because I don't know who can even call me after work. Here in Seattle friends, I have none, only colleagues. At the age of twenty-eight, I am the boss of a software company. I finally decide to answer when I see him calling my younger brother.

“Blake man! Do you know how to answer anyway? ”He is indescribably happy, though there is reason to be angry too. We haven't really heard from each other in weeks.

"Hey, Victor. Say."

"Reduce a little enthusiasm that we finally hear from each other! I'm fine, u I’m Denver, old is fine, business is going well and I’m getting married in two weeks. Thanks for asking, bro. ”He finally concluded with a laugh sarcasm.

"Are you getting married?" I ask in disbelief.

"I am getting married. What kind of question is that now? ”He replied, a little offended.

"I didn't count on you getting married, I didn't even know you had a girlfriend. And who is she? ”

"Samantha. Come to the wedding and you will meet her. Let me book for you then a chair? ”

"Congratulations. Book. See you."

I will not miss this. I need to see what he's doing, what kind of woman, what kind of wedding at once? There, my brother surprised me. I have no other, the day before the wedding I sit on a plane and fly home. Home?

I stand in front of a huge cottage from which I moved four years ago in Seattle. The old man and brother stayed there to live and thrive in a family business that also sells hardware and develops software.

The taxi leaves, and I step into a yard full of cars. From home murmurs and voices are heard, so my knocking is in vain. As soon as I step out of the lobby into the living room, that murmur subsided, turned to me at least ten heads, and stare at me.

What, I'm going to eat you?

"Brother!" Victor approached me with a loud greeting as if to do so to mask that silence and looks in my direction from all those stupid people.

He hugged me and patted my back. I hate his openness and inclination toward physical touch, but he is my brother and I only allow him to me touch that way.

"Come on, the old man is upstairs with Samantha in our room. You have to meet her. "

I walk upstairs behind him because I can’t wait to see that woman, his future. If she's as hot-tempered, chirping, and wiggly as he is, no I stay at the wedding because I will vomit in agony. Double the dose of that eccentric happiness I can't stand. I step behind him into his room, my gaze falling first on my father which helps a black-haired woman carry boxes. My father noticed me and put it off

the box, he approached me with a smile and held out his hand. He understands, never touches unnecessarily. I finally glance at the one that interests me, and she stands still and waits for me to approach her. Her black long hair shines in the sun which reaches through the windows, she is wearing a light white knee-length dress, and her expression faces cannot be read. We stare at each other as if judging each other, none of them move from place to place, and yet I can see the depth from this place

her dark eyes and mild restraint. Finally, Victor spoke.

"Samantha, this is my brother Blake. Brother, this is my future wife. "

We approach each other slowly, slowly, almost cautiously, and she approaches us extends her hand. I look at her palm in front of me, seemingly gentle and delicate and I understand something. Surprisingly, I have a need to receive her and keep her in my own hand so I satisfy my desire, embrace her hand and leave too long in her, creating discomfort on her face but comfort in her body which surprises me so I tighten it. With a stronger squeeze my body gets hotter reacts, asking for more, but what seems like a second to others, is to be a long minute of strange pleasure in the touch of my sister-in-law. I stare all the time without any shame into her big almond-shaped eyes that they watch me intently, a little surprised because I don't see the horror in them than a slight apprehension. Did Victor tell her my story?

He separates his hand from mine but does not move his gaze from my eyes.

"Sister-in-law, I was glad." She looks surprised when I address her.

He ran his tongue lightly over his lips, looking a little confused about my closeness. If she’s otherwise like that, I don’t know what my brother is doing with her.

"Also Blake." My name sounds almost powerful as she does it he utters, which makes me so happy that I almost smile.

Victor whispered something to her and hugged her around the shoulder, but even to me, who I didn’t an expert on male-female relationships, this really doesn’t look like a relationship a couple in love. The more I watch them, the more sure I am that something is wrong here tunes. I have enough time to find out what.

"So, what's your story?" I haven't heard of you, Samantha, and I have to to know who my brother is marrying. ”I address her with a slight provocation. She looked uncertainly at Victor and again silently left it to him a word.

"We know each other from college, we've been friends for a long time and we just fell in love, right?

not honey? ”

She nodded briefly a couple of times but didn’t convince me at all that this was the story true.

She's afraid of me. I'm sure of it. Still, he bravely keeps his eyes on me. I just don't understand that fear.

Reluctantly I take my eyes off her and move on Victor to my old room.

"How long are you staying?" He asked me as I opened the window in the room.

"I don't know," I answer him honestly because now I even want to stay an while longer. Because of his sister-in-law and this farce that the two of them are playing. I thought I'd go back right after the wedding, but now I’m starting to like the idea of yes I staying a few days. With her.

"Did you tell your girlfriend anything about me?"

"I'm not a brother, you know when it comes to you, not to tell anyone, not even her."

"How come I only hear about her now?"

"Well, you haven't been here for years, you don't call often, and even when you call, you say good day and goodbye just to let you know you're alive. When was the last time sat down, had a drink, and had a little chat? Neither you nor I remember. "

"You're right."

"Am I right? That I experienced that too to hear. Like everything else does it work? ”

"Not at all. Do not ask."

"I'm sorry. I won't. "

He’s back to final preparations before tomorrow, and I’m leaving the only occupation created for me in an instant, I go to observe my sister-in-law to their room.

"Excuse me, Blake, do you need anything?" She asked after he became her embarrassing to ignore me at the door as he tidies up his clothes in the closet.

She turned to me and looked at me innocently so I walked towards her slowly and confidently. I get a little too close to her by all my criteria, but I don't mind, she even attracts me to get even closer to her, so I stare into her eyes.

"I need a lot of Samantha, but at this moment I want to meet my own sister-in-law. "

"There's not much you can know." He looks at me like an innocent deer his gaze, almost as if he were not breathing. I take her hand and stroke it on her upper arm. Small, elegant, and beautiful hands, created for cuddling.

I would definitely let her touch me.