Standing at the railing watching the waves trail behind the ferry, Chloe felt quite out of place, she was the stranger in a new country.  One where it was rare to see her kind and therefore she wasn’t sure how to react with all the stares; she only knew that the more she was left alone the more she felt alone.  They had just had a family outing, as normal she was the odd one out for she didn’t speak a lick of the language, and everyone else seemed to forget to use English around her.  Thusly she spent the entire morning sitting around feeling even more alienated then she ever should have been, even with her husband, Peter, sitting by her side.  Other than a few touches of his hand to her arm or her back, she felt as if he had forgotten that she was by his side.

The day had been a good one, the sun shone brightly, the sea clear and calm, the barbecue was perfect and so was the swimming; albeit a little lonely.  Having lost track of the time, Chloe stayed mostly in the water, hanging onto the fishing boat the farthest away from the rest of the crowd; what a crowd it was too.  With nearly thirty of her own in-law family members and perhaps another ten of college students; watching from her position in the water she could see them all laughing, talking, singing and dancing.  But did anyone ever stop to see what she was doing? Stop to ask her how she was? Or even stop to ask her to join in?

Nope, not a single one of them seemed to even remember her presence, and therefore she figured that she could probably drown and no one would notice her, at least not until bed time that night when her husband would want to use her body for his own pleasure.  She was no better than a two-bit whore without the two-bits being paid for her services; instead she worked daily to bring in the majority of the money, feeling more like a prostitute who had to pay all her earnings to her pimp while getting nothing in return for her hard work.  Oh well, that was neither here nor there; and eventually the day passed and the time to head home was upon them.

That is how she came to be standing at the railing of the ferry watching the water ripped as the barge cut through the deep blue waters like a knife.  At the touch to her arm her head snapped up sharply, figuring it was just another curious kid touching the white woman; yet as her gaze landed on her brother-in-law, Chris, she couldn’t hide the surprise.  He hadn’t spoken one word to her since she arrived home to her husband, and so she couldn’t imagine what he wanted with her now.  With her gaze darting about, she didn’t spot anyone she recognized other than her sister-in-law, Lori, who was standing on the other side of some people which she was certain she didn’t even notice her anymore than the rest of the family or her husband did.

As her gaze returned to Chris, she saw a smile slowly appear on his face, his hand moving from her arm to lightly touch her cheek.  Unable to hide the confusion that danced in her eyes, she heard him speak softly as the first words ever to be uttered to her, by him, were spoken “Chloe, I love you.”

Nothing thinking anything about his words, she simply nodded her head as she returned her gaze to the sea, “I know we are family, its normal.”  Came her offhanded reply; yet as his hand cupped her chin in a strong yet not painful grip she found her face turned back towards him.

“No Chloe, I mean I really love you.” With those words his head descended towards hers, and as their lips touched she softly gasped in surprise, her hands moving to his chest, pushing against him.  He used her surprised gasp to slips his hand from her chin to the back of her neck, fingers plunging through her hair, pulling her head closer to his.  Eventually she gave in, her hands curling into fists into his shirt, pulling him closer to her, as she had always found him to be handsome in a sinful way since she was not only a married woman but she was married to his brother.  After he bit her lower lip a few times, she finally pulled her head away from his, her blue eyes cloudy with uncertainties.

“I … we … can’t …” she softly stammered out, her gaze darting over his shoulder to spot his sister watching them with a frown.  With fear dancing along her spine she looked back to him and as her eyes welled with tears she blinked against them.  “Our sister, she saw us … she will tell Peter …” she started to say as his lips descended towards hers, shushing her protests.

When he pulled away this time he was smiling down at her, his hand moving from the back of her head, down her back to rest at her waist as he held her against his body.  “Lori won’t say anything, she knows how I feel about you, and she too has seen the way Peter treats you.  Yes she does not agree with things, but she knows when it is in her best interest to keep quiet.” Chris reassured her.

Chloe watched as he looked around them, and then as he took her hand and gently tugged her to follow him she heard him softly speak.  “Come on, follow me.”  Like a lamb to slaughter she followed him, keeping her pace matched evenly to him so as not to rouse any suspicions, although she felt like pulling away from him and running away.  She was completely confused and uncertain what to do and what to believe and she was fairly sure that she was about to do something that could end up in regret later.  But true to the family way, Chris kept a firm grip on her hand and pulled her along behind him.  Climbing down a few stairs on the ferry she found herself in a short hallway with doors on either side of them.

Each one was marked for a specific crew member, signaling that these where their cabins where they slept, which meant that they were off limits to the general public, and as she stopped a moment Chris turned to her and gave her another reassuring smile.  “It’s okay; we have permission to use one.”  With that he gave her another kiss, which sent her senses to reeling.

Easily tugged behind him again she found herself being pulled into the cabin of the ferry’s First Mate, and as the door closed and locked behind them she turned to watch Chris, for he seemed so relaxed and composed while she was a bundle of nerves.  “Why?”  Chloe softly questioned of him, yet in response she found herself pulled into his arms once more.

“Because I want to show you how a real lady should be treated.” Came Chris’ reply moments before his lips touched hers again; unable to fight him off, as his kisses tasted good; tasted full of promises that will be kept unlike the hollow kisses of her husband whose promises have all been broken.  Closing her eyes, she gave herself up to her brother-in-law, kissing him back with a growing passion as his hands trailed down her back to cup her bottom, pulling her securely against him, letting her feel of his arousal under his jeans.

Chloe slipped her hands under his shirt, hungry to feel his bare flesh, as she loved the feeling of skin-on-skin contact, even when there is nothing sexual going on.  As their kiss deepened she found herself being penguin walked backwards towards the berth, and as she felt the bunk touch the backs of her knees she was about to sit down when Chris broke their kiss and turned to where he was sitting on the bed and she was standing between his spread legs.  Licking her lips, tasting him there, she watched almost doe eyed as he moved his hands to her shirt, pushing it up her torso slowly.

As he pulled her shirt from her head, and lowered his lips to the swells of her breasts over the top of her bra she blushed lightly.  “Time … we won’t have time for this.” She softly protested, and as his hands skillfully unhooked her bra, she heard him mumble against her warm flesh that they had an hour before they would be missed.  With her bra being pulled from her shoulders she gasped softly as his lips found her hardening nipples, his teeth scraping lightly over the sensitive buds as he suckled them as if a child starved for his mother’s milk.

Running her hands through his hair she softly moaned as he nipped each hard nub, pulling upon them as she pulled his head more securely into her breasts.  Trembling, she barely noticed as he worked the clasp and zipper of her pants free, but as the cool air of the cabin brushed against her bare flesh she shivered, lifting each leg one-by-one to help him remove her pants and her panties.  Closing her eyes she widened her stance some as she felt his hand slipping between her thighs, cupping her mound.  Dropping her hands to his shoulders, her nails gripping him lightly as she felt his fingers parting her neither lips, delving into her moistening entrance; moaning softly again she blushed as her hips jerked towards his hand as he brushed against her clit.

Biting her lower lip she kept her eyes closed as she felt his lips kissing a burning trail down her stomach until he reached the apex of her thighs.  As his warm breath stirred the thatch of pubic hair there her entire body quivered with anticipation; yet nothing happened, and opening her eyes, Chloe looked down at him only to see him watching her intently.  For a moment she felt that this was a joke, some kind of trap and as she made to pull away from him, already moving her hands to cover her naked body she watched as Chris stood up before her.

“I …” she started to say as his fingers touched her lips, her own scent reaching her nose.  He softly shushed her with tenderness and before she knew it he had picked her up and laid her down on the small berth.  Watching as he removed his own clothing, his dark skin being revealed to her she allowed her gaze to travel his body; of course she enjoyed what she saw, as he quite similar to Peter, their real differences would be that Chris was a little thinner and a little taller than her husband.  As he moved to the berth with her she expected him to crawl on top of her and begin as her husband normally would.  Instead he kissed her deeply before trailing his tongue down her body.

Arching off of the bed, Chloe softly moaned as he moved back to her mound, and as he moved her legs over his shoulder, he pressed little kisses to her neither region.  As his tongue delved into her honey pot, passing over her sweet spot a few times she felt her body opening up to him, responding to his attentions, and lowering her hands she pulled his face more securely between her thighs.  Soft moans became lusty sounds of desire and pleasure as his tongue delved into the epicenter of her heated desire, his fingers moving to slip within her inner confines.  As his mouth closed upon her clit, sucking and drawing upon it as he had previously done to her nipples, she dropped her hands to the bunk under her where they fisted into the covers.

Gasping and groaning she rocked up against his mouth until with skilled precision his fingers brushed the hyper sensitive area within her cavern, and crying out her body tensed up before releasing.  As her juices flowed freely from deep within her pussy, coating his hands and his face she panted and bucked against him.  Normally the pleasure would be too great and she would push him off of her, but he wasn’t having any part of it; instead he skillfully played her like an expensive violin and made her sing for him a number of times.

Eventually Chloe was unable to take anymore, and panting heavily, her breathing very ragged, she begged him to make love to her.  “Please … Chris … make love to me … please …” Of course Chris didn’t need a second invitation and slipping up her body, kissing and licking a trail towards her breasts he lightly bit each nipple before pressing her into another kiss.  As she licked her juices from his mouth, she felt him lining the tip of his arousal up with her dripping love tunnel, and as the ferry’s horn sounded their arrival into port, for an hour had passed very quickly, she felt him pushing himself deeply within her.

Breaking their kiss, Chloe softly cried out as he hilted her in one thrust, her legs wrapping up and around his waist, locking her ankles as she held him deep within her.  Looking up into his face she couldn’t stop the soft smile that played at her lips as their eyes met, and as he began thrusting deeply within her she dared to whisper those three words which he had told to her.  “I love you.” It was true she did love him, but she wasn’t sure if it was in the same depths as she loved her husband or if it was simply the love of one family member to another; but she knew that it was important to let him know of her love.

Moving her hands to his back, she clung to him as he set the pace; one that wasn’t slow and leisurely yet at the same time was not fast and furious.  Easily rocking under his thrusting hips she moved to press kisses to his neck, leaving behind a love mark just as obvious as the marks that will be left in his back as her nails dug into his flesh.  Gripping him tightly, nails raking across his flesh she felt the tip of his penis as it bumped and drug against the sensitive inner wall of her pussy, and as she neared another release she heard him softly whispering to her, “I’m close to cumming…”

It was Chris’ way of warning her, yet instead of asking him to pull out Chloe gripped him tighter against her with her legs, and tightening her inner muscles around his thrusting rod, she massaged him from deep within her.   With her nails buried into his back, her eyes meeting his own they both cried out as they shared their release this time.  Her juices continually flowing freely as his hardness twitched and spurted deeply within her as his cum was laid out within her womb.  Clinging to him she buried her face into his neck, unable to stop the tears as they welled in her eyes, as he felt her body shaking he wrapped her in his arms and rolled them over, keeping himself buried deeply within her.

Lightly kissing her face, what he could touch of it with his lips, Chris softly soothed Chloe, understanding without needing to hear the words, of what had just transpired.  He was fully aware of what had just happened, how they had just compromised their entire family, yet he also knew of the satisfaction and pleasure that he had brought to her, as he had promised he would.  When finally she settled down he brushed the hair from her forehead as she rested on his chest, softly he spoke.  “It’s okay Chloe, things will work out, you will see.”

Chloe simply nodded her head before leaning up to lightly kiss his lips, softly uttering “Salamat.”  Which meant thank you in his native language; it was one of the less than a dozen words she knew and somehow it felt right to say it, even though she needn’t thank him for what they had just enjoyed.  It had been the embrace of two people in love, to consenting adults with needs that hadn’t been met.  Yes it was adultery in the eyes of their Catholic nation, but locked away in the cabin of a ferry’s First Mate it was a union of two lovers and nothing more.

Eventually they both cleaned up and dressed, looking as if nothing happened they appeared with the rest of the family waiting to board their Jeepney that would take them the rest of the trip home.  Of course she sat there as she had on their initial outgoing trip, quietly watching the world pass by as the rest of the family ignored her, although on occasion she could feel Chris’ eyes glance her way, and thankful for the dark of the growing night she could easily hide the blush.  Ignoring the occasional glare from her sister, Lori, she closed her eyes and tried to rest on the trip home.

As usual when they got home, Lori and Chris headed back to the café for the night, while Chloe and Peter walked to their rented apartment for the night.  After showering and eating dinner they all retired to bed, Chloe and Peter making love, yet it was nowhere near to what she had experienced with Chris on the ferry.  Two weeks later her woman’s time never showed up, while Peter gloated at the fact that he had finally been successful in breeding his wife, Chloe suspected that it was actually Chris who had been successful; but that would be a story for another time.