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I moved in with my fiancee about a year before we got married. He was always working on projects and he always asked his older brother to help him.His older brother was married. He was the strong silent type...very handy and attractive. He didn't say much but I was intimated by his rugged good looks. He always looked at me with that "I want to fuck your brains out" look. Women know that look. In any case I stayed clear of him...no teasing or joking around...he was off limits in my book. I wanted to be respectful to my fiancee. The last thing şişli escort I wanted was to cause problems between the two of them.This one time they were working on a project and my husband had to go out of town on business. He told me that he asked his brother to come around one evening during the week he was gone to finish the job. He told me to just let him in the house and he will do his thing.I wasn't sure about this...but what could I say? When your brother looks at me with that look it makes me wet? I don't trust myself being alone with mecidiyeköy escort your brother? So I agreed.One evening I had just gotten home from work and found him waiting in his car for me. I invited him into the house and made small talk with him. He complimented me on how good I looked in my my dress and heels. I was a bit embarrassed but showed him to the room he was working on. I got some wine for myself and he wanted water. I went into the room and sat on a chair and watched him work for a bit. My legs were exposed as I sat there and he kept glancing at my legs as he worked. His looks were getting me worked up so I decided I better leave the room to do some chores.I usually change out of my work clothes when I get home but he liked my dress so I kept it on as well as the heels. Bad thoughts were going through my head...I had a couple of glasses of wine to unwind. Before long he called me into the room to show me his completed work. I praised his work and thanked him for a job well done. That's when he gave me that look.... and said, "You can thank me better than that." There was a split second of silence as I processed what he meant.I knew exactly what he meant but I played dumb and said, "Thank You... Very Much."