Husband Of My Homophobic Sister: Chapter 6 - After The Afterglow - Sex Stories

Husband Of My Homophobic Sister: Chapter 6 - After The Afterglow

... Ashley's brother. You are the one person she cannot stand and the one person I could hurt her probably the most by being with." He stood up, putting his arms around himself.

"Now... Not only do I deal with an identity crisis, but also over the worst person possible... You know, coming out as asexual in front of Ashley…" he paused and started talking to the dark wall in front of him.

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"I honestly cherished her and married her mostly because she didn't ever guilt me for little interest in sex. But, on the other hand, telling her I am asexual was one of the most excruciating things in my life. The only solace was that it gave us both a chance to come out, well... in a way. But coming out to her again, not only as gay but as gay sleeping with her brother, she hates for..." Nate's words stopped suddenly as if he nearly told more than he should. I wanted to know more. Maybe Ashley's reason for hating me would be more profound than my being gay. Perhaps I could have hated her less. I never knew about her being asexual. Hell... I don't know the last thing about the struggles asexual people may go through. Who knows if we could settle our differences over all that pain from us both being different from the norm growing up?

"She has so many unresolved issues with..." he corrected himself. "I don't know how she could bear with it. It would destroy her." He looked at me with a pleading look.

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I put my legs on the carpet, sitting on the bed facing him, covered only ...

... by a blanket. Given that I was naked, I felt it would be better for him if I were to stay like this. I could see he had a storm in his head. I remember times when I was just slowly admitting to myself I might be gay and the turmoil within me. I wanted to give him all the time and space he needed, all the compassion and understanding he craved when he was now spilling all the guilt inside of him.

"You know," he said with a sad smile, "that vibrator you saw then. It was the reason I told her. At that time, we tried our best to make up for our lack of sex, thinking we needed to please one another. So, one evening, we saw some film or something where a couple used a vibrator to spice up their sex life, and I don't know which one suggested it, but it was one of those things, I suppose, we did because we thought it's expected of us. It was a disaster. The first time, we did it for each other. But when we tried it the second time, I broke down crying, telling her the truth. That night, we spent the whole night talking about it, about us. And that morning, when we lay there, I was intimately happy. That morning, I asked her to marry me."

Even though he was mentioning sex with my sister, I didn't care at all. All I heard was the pain in his words and loneliness. Maybe my idea of cold and lonely is very different from theirs, and that's why I disregarded all those fond gestures, caring and knowing one another. They lived platonically, but they may have had a stronger bond than I ...