My little brother had a highly sexual affair with our father's girlfriend...

My little brother had a highly sexual affair with our father's girlfriend. 18 years later my brother still doesn't know that I knew. I need to get this story out, but I have changed names and locations to protect anonymity.

> Be me, 16.
> Parents split up ages ago.
> Brother and I live with mom most of the time. Thank fuck.
> Couldn't stand dad sometimes. He was often misogynistic and patronising.
> One day he introduces us to another girlfriend. The kind of woman that makes girls like me jealous and boys like my brother blush.
> Hated her at first. Too happy go lucky. Too fucking attractive.
> Loved her when she started defending me against Dad's little rants about my major, music.
> A few months later, dad takes me, my little brother and Heather to Spain for two weeks.
> Towards the end of the holiday, me and my little brother are hanging out in his hotel room.
> Dad was well off, so we each had separate rooms which was kind of pointless to me at the time. Don't even think my brother liked being alone.
> Little brother says he's going to bed, which I believed. He was kind of sick from sunburn.
> Go to my hotel room.
> I left my guitar back home so I'm stuck with weird Spanish T.V for company.
> 10 minutes in, fuck this.
> Remember there are still some comics I haven't read which I left in lil' bro's room.
> Go to lil' bro's room.
> No need to knock, I think to myself. He's probably asleep anyway.
> Surprisingly, the light's still on but Lil' bro is in bed... and Heather is there.
> She's rubbing sun cream onto his back.
> Lil' bro is burying his face. I think nothing of it, he's just embarrassed.
> Even though the whole situation is completely normal I can't help but feel a bit awkward too. So I leave ASAP.

In Retrospect that was possibly the first time something was going down between them. Though I can never know for sure.

> Fast forward to about a month later.
> We're spending a bit of time at Dad's
> He's nice enough to let me have a few friends over one night after dinner, mainly members of my band.
> We disappear upstairs when they arrive. Dad, Heather and lil' bro stick downstairs, still eating.
> Things get a bit rowdy upstairs, the guy on bass brought a football which ends up bouncing downstairs after the lead singer tackles him.
> I end up chasing it downstairs, dad would have killed me if anything in the house was damaged.
> The fucking ball has a mind of it own. It bounces from the stairs in the direction of the dining room.
> I dive after it.
> I land awkwardly on the floor but I manage to catch it.
> At this angle I can see under the dinner table.
> For a split second I swear I see Heather extending a leg to my brother's opposite her.
> Footsie.
> There's no sign of dad at the table.
> In a kind of adrenalin rush I sneak another look under the table as I come back up with the ball.
> No sign of footsie-ing or anything.
> I say something like 'Don't tell dad' (referring to the ball) and shoot back upstairs.
> By the time I go to bed I've convinced myself it wasn't like what I saw.

A couple of days later...
> Dad's away on some kind of work do. Lil' bro is staying over at a friend's house.
> Heather says it's time for a girl's night in.
> She's rented Titanic on VHS.
> She only ever gets cooler in my book.
> We spend the night in Jammies, watching Titanic, styling each others hair and make up. It's sickeningly cliché but I secretly love every second.
> Heather is drinking wine.
> I figure 'what the hell'
> 'Do you reckon I could get a glass?' I ask.
> She sighs heavily. Gives me a long, hard and thoughtful stare.
> Her: 'You can have a LITTLE bit'
> Turns out that I'm a lightweight because a little bit goes a long way. I'm giggly and confident.
> I reach for another glass.
> Heather snatches it away. 'I don't think so' she says, not stern. Just with a kind tipsy nature.
> She helps herself to more.

> Soon, the infamous auto mobile scene is up.
> 'Oh god this scene'
> Heather feigns fanning herself.
> 'So, let's faze out the awkwardness-- do you have a boyfriend, user?'
> 'No'
> 'Do you want one'
> '...yes'
> More giggling.
> 'Have you ever...'
> 'Nearly-- once. What's it even like?'
> That little part of the brain that can never be affected by alcohol is screaming at me to shut up.
> She flings her head back. Does a little moan.
> 'oh my god, it's the best and trust me: you'll never get enough when you're ready'
> 'You don't need to tell me twice'
> I've completely forgotten dad exists. This story is cringe worthy for me now but I was caught up in the moment at the time. The one girl night I'd had for years...
> There's a quiet. I'm trying to watch the film. But out of the corner of my eye I can see Heather stealing glances at me
> Rose and Jack are out on the deck at this point. The iceberg is coming any minute.
> I feel something poking my leg.
> It's Heather's foot.
> I turn to her.
> 'We can keep talking-- if you want' she says.
> 'About what?'
> I know damn well what. I can practically feel the heat coming off of her.
> She sighs, pauses the film and edges her way closer to me.
> She's lightly caressing my leg but its friendly. It has to be.
> 'I can teach you a few things-- Teaching's kind of my thing. Looking after people. I'm very good at it' She says, half whispering.
> If I could describe the expression on her face for a few moments, it would be hunger.
> Our eyes are locked.

> I burst out laughing. A panic response.
> Soon, she's laughing too.
> We watch the rest of the film. Have a little cry. Soon, I'm in bed.
> The next morning, Heather comes and meets me in the Kitchen.
> She is all nerves and apologies.
> 'I shouldn't have drank so much, I shouldn't have even given you a drop so DO NOT tell your father'
> 'Of course'
> She doesn't mention blatantly coming on to me.
> No, straight up PROPOSITIONING me. Jokingly or not.
> After the previous night and the footsie I thought I saw. I begin to question things quietly.
> For now, I believe she's a good person. A little too risky, but a good person.
> A little later that morning, Lil' bro is dropped back home.
> Heather still isn't properly dressed, she's in one of the smallest and most revealing dressing gowns I've ever seen. Nearly pornographic.
> Heather makes us some breakfast
> I keep a sly eye on Lil' bro.
> Amazingly, he isn't being a pervert and stealing glances.
> At one point, Heather drops a spoon and goes to pick it up
> She is practically exposing herself and those puppies on her chest that could raise an army of perfect law abiding men.
> But nope, He is focusing on his homework of all things.
> I'm starting to wonder if I'm just going mad.
> I leave the house for the day, to get away from it all.
> Meet up with band.
> We rehearse at the bassist's house for ages
> Soon enough I've forgotten the whole thing.
> After a trip to the ice cream parlour I go back to Dad's

> It's about 2130 by this point.
> As I'm heading up the stairs I hear a door close
> When I get to the second floor, where dad's and Lil' bro's room is, I came face to face with Heather.
> She's sucking at her fingers.
> 'Oh hey, where have you been?' she asks.
> 'I was at Chad's, we're killing it-- what are you?--'
> 'Oh! Diet's out the window. It's Cinnabon'
> 'are there any left?'
> She gives me a sly smile and heads downstairs.
> If she didn't work out so much she'd be huge.
> I chill out in my room for about half an hour.
> My mind keeps replaying the sound of the door closing as I was climbing the stairs.
> It didn't sound like the bathroom door
> it didn't sound like Dad's door
> …
> I creep out into the hallway and head down to the second floor.
> I'm acting out of curious instinct, not sure what I'm really looking for.
> Lil' Bro's door is closed
> I can hear a light snoring from inside
> As slowly as I can, I open the door.
> There he is, fast asleep.
> There's a big dumb sleepy smile on his face.
> He looks more comfortable and content than I've ever seen him.
> I wait for my eyes to adjust to the dark further.
> One of his legs is sticking out of his stupid comforter
> Dangling off of his foot is his underwear.
> Then it hits me...
> The faint smell of Heather's perfume.
> I quickly close the door.
> I don't exactly feel sick. More like angry.
> I get another idea.
> I go down to the kitchen and check the trash.
> staring up at me is a Cinnabon box.
> Now I feel sick.
> Why was I so sure what I thought was happening was happening.?!

go on

> I have my suspicions for ages but my mind of societal norm isn't letting me believe it fully.
> It doesn't help that Heather and dad seem very much in love. Sure, there's the odd argument but they are always close. Usually laughing, usually happy, usually a unit.
> Dad has even become more tolerable with Heather in the picture.
> He even told me himself that he's 'a changed man'
> I eventually put my suspicions down to being protective of my brother. Mom and Dad have even said on multiple occasions that I'm over protective of him.
> A year or so passes.
> Then, shit hit the fan.

> I was, quite frankly, acting up
> I went through a period of drug taking and bad grades.
> After an argument with Mom about the guy I was seeing at the time, I make the long walk to Dad's.
> It's early evening. Visibility isn't too great but by utter chance I see a wallet on the pavement.
> I pick it up. Turns out it's dad's, I can tell from his business card.
> There's over seven hundred dollars in there too.
> 15 minutes later I'm at Dad's.
> Right on entering I hear Dad and Heather's heated voices.
> 'I know where I had it last, it was on the course, it's not like it helps!'
> 'It's okay! We'll find it and if by the very slim chance we don't just be glad you didn't have any I.D in there'
> I head into the den.
> 'Hello sweetheart' dad says.
> I don't say anything. I just hold up his wallet.
> His face turns from joy, relief and then to inquisitive in 3 seconds.
> I toss him the wallet.
> He immediately checks for the cash.
> 'twenty dollars' he says quietly, looking at Heather.
> He rushes up to me and pats me down.
> 'Dad, what the hell'
> 'Turn out your bag and pockets'
> I do so. I don't have anything.
> 'Jesus, I'm sorry, sweetheart. It's just with everything recently-- you know--'
> I now have the glorious excuse to bitch him out for ten minutes.
> It feels very good.
> Years later it feels very bad.
> Of course I took most of that cash.
> I had a hiding place under a nearby tree. That's where I stashed it before I came in.
> I left twenty dollars as a way of saying 'thanks'. Just like a thief would do. Probably.

At this later point. Lil' Bro had something of a girlfriend, let's call her Cassie. Nice girl, a bit too into him.

> School trip to England
> Lil' bro's birthday. I only realize the fact about half an hour away from midnight (P.S.T)
> I call him on his cellphone.
> We go through all the formalities.
> I ask about his new girlfriend. A question he dodges sheepishly.
> When the conversation is coming to a close I hear him whisper 'no' a few times.
> 'What's up?' I ask
> 'It's-- just this game I got that I'm playing right now. I kind of suck' Well, thanks for calling. When are you back?'
> 'A couple of days, I'll come see you'
> 'Okay cool, bye'
> He puts down the phone but he must have forgotten to hang up.
> I stay on the phone for the hell of it. I'm not paying the bill.
> In a short time I hear moaning from him
> I think he must be getting really frustrated with that game.
> 'oh jeez-- I'm gonna--'
> A huge sigh.
> 'God dammit! that's like the fifth time'
> The line is disconnected
> Almost instinctively I call his girlfriend.
> There's a bunch of background noise. Murmurs of at least five people.
> Not the quiet background of the last call...
> 'Hello?'
> '...Hi'
> 'Uh... user, right?'
> 'Yeah. Look-- sorry. Are you at my dad's?'
> 'No. I just got home. Got back from seeing your brother in fact'
> I hang up.

That's when I finally thought it was time to get to the bottom of the whole thing. For my dad, for Cassie and for my little brother.

> I figure I need an opportune day. A day where dad is out of the house, and Heather and Lil' Bro are still in.
> The perfect way to catch Heather if anything WAS going on is definitely a hidden video camera.
> I had an old dv tape recorder, it had some kind of fault meaning it couldn't record sound but at least that wasn't strictly important.
> Tricky part was knowing where to place the camera
> Where's a place Lil' Bro would be unlikely to look and check for an entire day?
> Finally I settle on the bottom shelf of his bookshelves
> It's lined with old children crap which I knew for a fact he hadn't read in ages.
> Now I just needed to wait for the opportune day I mentioned.
> It takes forever, at least four months.
> Finally, another late night at the office for dad and band practice for me.
> At about 6pm I sneak into Lil' Bro's room and place the camera.
> I notice he's gotten messy lately, clothes are strewn about the place.
> I do a final check on the camera, it surprisingly looks like nothing out of the ordinary.
> At that moment I realise the battery is only good for two hours at most.
> This might not work.
> I could possibly try again later, even though that could take another denomination of months, but for now, I focus on half assing it at work.
> 730pm. There must be half an hour of battery left
> I'm on break. Everyone's discussing sex as they sip on coffee. It's making me sick.
> Colleague: 'Hey user, I had a joint before I came in and fuck it. Your dad's bitch is hot'
> BFF: 'Christ, she's not that attractive. She's old'
> Colleague: 'She's a milf'
> BFF: 'She doesn't have children, halfwit'
> Colleague: 'Cougar, then'
> BFF: 'Again, wrong. She's dating an older guy'
> Colleague: 'Just let a guy have his fantasy'
> BFF: 'Just let a guy be a weird pervert. Like all of them'
> Me: 'Can we stop talking about this, please?'
> BFF looks at me. She's been my BFF since we were four. It's a look that says 'are you okay?'
> The answer is no.

>I stay at my BFF's for the night. Probably safer that way
> Next day at 4PM I get back to dad's. I can't deny a feeling of excitement.
> I shout for Lil' bro and Heather
> 'it's just me' I hear Lil' Bro say.
> Oh no
> I make my way up to his room.
> He is cleaning the bottom shelf.
> 'hey' I say. My heart is doing 120 beats a syllable.
> The room is cleaner than when I left it.
> 'Uh...it's clean' I say, I lack the courage to say anything more.
> 'Yeah, I'm even doing the bookshelf'
> He stands up and gives me a long glance.
> He knows. He found the camera.
> 'Can I be honest?' he says
> 'I'd rather you didn't but okay' I say, trying to sound sarcastic on the off chance.
> 'I've been kind of like-- worried about you?'
> 'what?'
> 'I can smell that weed'
> 70 % chance he's playing with me, 30% chance he genuinely doesn't have a clue.
> I like my odds
> 'No that's just B.O dude, I don't shower'
> 'really?'
> 'No, you fuck'
> 'I'm only looking out for you'
> 'Listen, before we talk about the life threatening dangers of a plant can I at least make coffee?'
> I edge my way further into the room. Try to see if the camera is still there.
> I can't see properly.
> 'I see what you did there'
> 'Do you want some?'
> 'Why does no one remember that I hate the stuff?'
> 'I'll make you a glass of milk then'
> 'I'm not five'
> 'Come on, let's at least do the painful talk downstairs'
> 'Okay'
> We both head to the kitchen. This is my shot.
> I put the pot on and tell Lil' Bro I'm going to the bathroom.
> Head into his room.
> The camera is nowhere to be found.
> But Lil' Bro definitely doesn't know. I know him too well.
> I go back downstairs.
> Dad appears from the basement. Kind of a shock at first
> 'When did you get back?'
> 'Around ten. I've been in the man cave.' He says, stretching.

> I have no clue what happened to the camera
> I look all over the house as inconspicuously as I can.
> Later that night, there's a knock on my door
> It's dad. He closes the door behind him. He's got his hands behind his back.
> This is an interesting development.
> He holds up the camera.
> 'Why were you spying on your brother?'
> I COULD tell the truth, but if I turn out to be wrong I will have caused an untold amount of grief and friction for nothing.
> I scan through my brain for any excuse. It's harder than it should be.
> Then I stumble on an unpleasant memory
> 'Well?' he says.
> 'I think he's stealing money'
> Looking at him in the eye is not easy, but I do it.
> I can see that it makes a bit of sense to him
> 'Why would you think that-- you know what never mind, why didn't you just tell me?'
> 'Because I needed evidence'
> 'Then why didn't you put it in my room?'
> This story is unraveling fast.
> 'I-- I thought about that but there was nowhere to put it'
> 'Well that's probably the case with you brother's room too because it was a shit angle, young lady'
> 'You watched the tape?'
> 'Yes I did'
> This was hypocritical of him but I don't dare call him out on it.
> 'Not much happens. He comes in, takes his shirt off and throws it at the shelf. Then it lands on the camera. Nothing but black from then on out'
> Fuck.
> 'Look, your intentions were noble but this is not a good thing to do. He's young'
> 'He's not a kid anymore, dad'
> 'Whatever. I think you should be studying for finals, don't you?'
> He is right about that
> 'You can have this back. I'll speak to your brother tomorrow'
> It's with that sentence that I realise how much Dad has changed for the better in recent years.
> 'I love you, Dad'
> 'I love you too, even though you're a bit weird'
> He leaves. I study.
> There is relief for a few hours.

> It's early morning.
> I have to be sure. Dad could have been lying so I didn't bother with the tape...
> Or he could have thrown it away...
> I open the camera up. The tape is thankfully still in there.
> I hook it up to my television.
> Fast forward through five minutes of nothing happening.
> Sure enough, Lil' Bro comes in and does exactly what Dad said he does.
> He definitely does it absent mindedly
> I'm not about to sit through two hours or so of a blocked lens.
> I hit fast forward.
> I hit fast forward again.
> And again. And again.
> It really is just a blocked lens for the whole tape isn't it?
> I leave the camera going.
> I'm a mix of relieved, frustrated and tired.
> I turn round. That bed has never looked more comfortable.
> The room is suddenly illuminated with colour for two seconds.
> I turn to the T.V, it's the end of the tape.
> The camera automatically starts to rewind at break neck pace.
> 'no, no, no, no, no'
> I stop the camera and push play again.
> This time I push fast forward once
> My heart is beating wildly.
> My stomach is as hollow and tight as a balloon with too much air.
> The shirt blocking the lens flops away like a poor windows movie maker transition effect.
> I hit play.
> This is when I see it.

Please carry on. This is interesting me

I was sickened, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the proof of what I've always expected. It was hypnotising.

> Heather is completely naked and on top of my Lil' Brother, straddling him.
> She bounces away wildly.
> 'Lil bro's pants are around his ankles, as if Heather couldn't wait.
> It seems they've been at it for a while
> Her long brown hair is messy and huge
> His face flops down into her chest, almost out of exhaustion
> She pushes him close with a motherly quality
> She flings her head back and either sighs or shouts.
> He is tired out but completely under her spell
> This overly well developed and experienced woman is giving this lanky, pale young man everything.
> She is his goddess, and he is the chosen individual who can fulfil her risqué desires.
> He has no chance of fighting this. No amount of loyalty to one's parent could circumvent this woman.
> They exchange words
> I'm glad I don't hear what is said.
> She lifts his chin with a single finger to face her.
> Lil' Bro is seemingly desperate to kiss her
> Heather shakes her head.
> Because apparently kissing is a step too far...
> She pushes him down
> He is obedient, nervous and undeniably ecstatic.
> She climbs off him to sit beside him
> She caresses his chest
> I've never seen such a male pleasing slut at work
> She seems to like the power.
> More words are exchanged
> The level of intimacy is palpable
> she bends over and starts to perform fellatio, slowly.
> The tape ends

> I fetch my cigarettes from under my bed and rush outside
> I can't even light the damn thing. My hands are shaking to the point of hysteria.
> How could she do this?
> Why would she want to do this?
> How could someone be so much of a whore?

> It's about a day later
> I haven't even been able to look at Heather.
> But now I have a plan
> I ask Heather to drive me into town as I 'don't feel too great'
> She tries to make conversation the whole way.
> I will say my piece when we're as far way from home as possible.
> We park up outside a diner.
> I still can't look her in the eye.
> 'You okay, user?' she asks.
> 'I know what you're doing with my brother.'
> Her breath quickens.
> I continue. 'The son of the man who loves you. Do you have anything to say?'
> She shakes her head.
> 'I'm going to tell Dad'
> 'Don't'
> ' Are you serious?'
> 'I am. Because I know who stole his money'

I'm beyond jealous of your little brother.

Same dude

> 'What are you talking about?' I ask, genuinely surprised.
> 'I drove past you when you were hiding it, user. I guess you thought I was already home'
> 'You've got some nerve to be calling it home'
> A silence.
> 'user, I can't even begin to imagine how angry you are right now. I don't have an explanation for you and I don't want to tell your father about what you did. So we're going to have to make a deal'
> Though I'm angry, I can't deny that she's right. I need her to hear my thought process, even so.
> 'Just, why? Why take advantage of him. This will completely fuck him up--'
> 'What do you mean? He's more than old enough--'
> 'Are you serious?!... this is my brother. You are cheating on my own father-- How dare you defend yourself?! I don't even really know how long this has been going on'
> 'Not long' she says.
> I see tears in her eyes.
> 'Okay, user' she sniffs. 'You know how your dad would react if he finds out you stole from him. And family is obviously more important to you than exposing me'
> She continues 'So, the deal is. You tell your father, I admit I was unfaithful but not with your brother... not with your brother... then I wont whisper a word'

and that was that. I got out of the car, took the bus home later that day and told my father that Heather had been unfaithful for quite a while. A day later, Heather was gone.

My brother doesn't truly know what happened. He doesn't know that I knew. To this day he has trouble maintaining relationships and trusting people but he's coping. Still the lovable geek I grew up with though. Since then, I've seen a therapist. I told them everything that happened, when my suspicions started and why I had them. In regards to the earlier suspicions, they suggested what essentially boils down to an over active imagination out of an intense love for my brother. What hurts more than anything is, though they're right, it doesn't really matter. By the time Lil' bro was old enough to give consent the whore couldn't keep her hands off of him. She ruined us eventually and I was barred from telling the whole truth. I've been practising meditation to remove investigative thoughts concerning the past. It works most of the time.

I don't know where Heather is now. I DO know that my brother and her haven't seen each other since that day.

Well ignoring all the porn and other crazy shit, this is probably the most interesting post i've seen today

I agree.