I sometimes think my wife is trying to torture me. While we were first dating she was very open about being molested as a little girl. I was curious, certainly, and pressed for some details. Are we talking about a little innocent fondling with a cousin or something more serious with, say, an uncle? At first, all she said was that it was mostly oral sex and that it involved an immediate family member. She wouldn't tell me who it was because she told a previous boyfriend once and he went ballistic and caused a big scene. She was on good terms with her abuser now and didn't want to prejudice me. They had moved on and she still loved him dearly. Fair enough. Only after we were married did she start to reveal just how bad the sexual abuse really was, dropping little hints here and there, even without me asking. It was like she really wanted to talk about it, but was too embarrassed to tell me everything at once. I had to piece it all together slowly. The more I learned, the more disturbing the picture. I wish she had told me before we got married, not that it would have made any difference. I love her and that is that. I would have married her anyway, but I would have been better prepared for what I eventually learned. She eventually admitted that her abuser was her youngest brother, but her youngest brother turned out to be no less than eight years older than her, so there was a huge differential between her and the rest of her siblings in age. She said that he started molesting her at such a young age that she couldn't even remember when it started. It was just something that she had always been doing with him, secretly of course, but it didn't seem "bad" or "wrong" at first. Actually, she didn't really know what the big deal was. It was just "sex," she said, which lead me to believe that they were doing a lot more than performing oral sex on each other. It wasn't until she turned twelve and took sex education class that she realized that what they were doing wasn't normal. She already knew everything they were "introducing" in the class and a whole lot more. She sheepishly admitted to me that she and her brother had done "everything" by then. She couldn't even remember when she first lost her virginity it was so long ago. Worse, she was physically precocious at that age and had become fully responsive to sexual activity, increasingly seeking out her brother's attentions. She was, as she said, coming into her own pleasure at that age and might have encouraged him. It was a very confusing time for her. Once she fully understood that what they were doing was wrong, she tried to put him off in various ways. To her kissing, getting felt up, hand jobs, and oral sex were hardly sex at all. So she would try to pacify her increasingly horny brother in other ways than intercourse, which seemed to her the worst kind of incest. Getting felt up was nothing. It was like hugging. Practically everyone in her family felt her up in one way or another, her father, her uncles, a grandfather, and most of dad's friends. It was just a generational thing to have some guy's hand all over her ass and up inside her skirts and dresses. It wasn't until she felt one or more fingers sliding inside her panties that she'd get upset and squirm away. Otherwise, they could fondle her all they liked. She enjoyed it. French kissing was as common as goodnight kiss, not that the rest of the men in her family went that far often, but if her dad got a little tipsy and tongued her lips a bit, she didn't mind all that much. But her brother and one of her visiting uncles both liked to kiss her goodnight that way, and deeply, but she didn't complain. It was nice. And if she really liked one of dad's less obnoxious friends, she would give him a warm, sensual kiss when they were alone and some of them, after a moment of surprise, readily responded. Her brother loved oral sex. She was good at it and obviously had a lot of practice. She could do everything he liked. She knew how to use her lips, her tongue, even her throat. She could take him deeply and it was a bit like intercourse in some ways, but not as bad. Most of the time, it was good enough. But sometimes they'd be making out down in the basement and one thing would lead to another and they'd end up fucking. It just felt so good. He was always trying to turn her on, lower her defenses, and sometimes he succeeded, though she always felt bad about it later. He knew that she wanted to stop doing some things and maybe took advantage of her increasing reticence. If having intercourse with him was incest and bad, then having intercourse with someone else outside the family wasn't so bad. So he encouraged his friends to have sex with her while he watched. At first, it seemed like a good compromise. She did sexy things for them and it was fun. She admitted that she enjoyed the increased attention and all his friends thought she was genuinely gorgeous and sexy. Most of the time, her dad was an asshole, but here was this small group of young guys telling her all the time how beautiful and sexy she was. She readily responded. But her brother got weird. He obviously was obsessed with her and resented her increasing refusal to have intercourse with him on a regular basis, especially after years of having sex just about whenever he wanted. Sometimes, she'd wake up to find him staring at her longingly while sitting at the end of her bad, a sad expression on his face. As if working out his frustration, he started getting more aggressive with her during the group sex, sometimes joining in despite her not wanting it. More than once, she was held down while guy after guy had sex with her, including her brother, which only turned on everyone all the more. And if two or three of his friends weren't enough, they'd call their friends over to have a "sex party" with her the center of attention. The strange thing was, she'd sometimes get extremely excited, even as her brother was making arrangements, say when mom and dad were away for the weekend, as they often were. The guys really, really liked it when she responded and in time, she learned to use her looks and sexual skills to get them off more quickly. If they were holding her down, there wasn't much use in fighting it. She was a petite little thing anyway, hardly in her teens, while they were mostly in their early twenties and full grown men. She'd fool around with her brother and get them all excited, then let him cum in her mouth while they watched. Most of the time, that was good enough, though if he started getting amorous with her, she'd sometimes blow him again and really do it sexily while she was getting fucked from behind or sandwiched. It was not unusual for her to have sex with five, six, maybe even seven or eight guys in a night during one of their "parties". She figured close to fifteen or sixteen guys had sex with her during more than one very long, distressing night. It was extremely intense and she admitted that she had some extremely pleasurable orgasms while she was half-forced, half-seduced into all kinds of sex games with increasing numbers of young adult men. It was almost like a drug. The truth was, she'd sooner fuck a dozen guys that have one torrid round of intercourse with her brother. Otherwise, she was happy to kiss, make out, jerk him off, and go down on him on a fairly regular basis, even into her late teens. Those things weren't "bad" in her view, and certainly seemed like next to nothing compared to some of the other things they had done. The gang rapes or whatever they were didn't stop until she left for college, intentionally moving away from her brother. She got counseling to deal with the incest and eventually coaxed her brother into coming over and attending some key sessions. They reconciled about the incest and ended up having a very warm and close relationship that she enjoyed. Her two older brothers had already left the house by the time she came around, so her youngest brother was always really special to her, even during the abuse. So, nice ending right? Wrong. While she's perfectly fine with what happened, now I'm the fucked up one. I've seen pictures of my wife when she was young and she was unusually gorgeous. I'm not encouraging the pedophiles, but she was a true, platinum blonde at that age with a naturally red mouth and the palest white skin you've ever seen, a pedophile's wet dream. And she had a great body, too, maybe accelerated by all the abuse. I don't know. She was fully developed by the time was eleven or twelve and there wasn't a guy in town who wouldn't gawk at her young body with lust when she put on a cute bikini. I could almost understand why her then teenage brother might have gotten the hots for his little sister. Since then, she's been a model, appeared on TV, and had a few bit parts in movies. I can't help but imagine her back then engaging with adult guys almost twice her size and age while she was a young, pretty teenager. At times, I think she's almost teasing me by telling me nasty little details here and there, how she liked certain guys more than others and would do all kinds of things to excite them. I can imagine. My wife is still extremely sexy and she admits that she likes to dress up sexy and flirt with guys all the time. She enjoys the attention now as she did then. The problem is, I'm not really sure she understands what "normal" is. She still scoffs at the idea that oral sex is sex and doesn't have an issue with guys running their hands over the back of her ass, sometimes right in front of me. I don't mind so much if her dad does it, it almost seems innocent, a generational thing as she says, but she has an affect on men and she seems almost oblivious when they get a little too friendly. Worse, she's something of an exhibitionist and I've complained more than once about her showing too much of her body. She thinks I'm a repressed prude and need to loosen up. But it's extreme, even a little trashy sometimes I have to say, despite her great looks. To give an example of what I think is inappropriate behavior, the first time I met her brother was at a special party her dad threw for us after our wedding. We were living on the other end of the country when we met, so I never had a chance to meet all of her family. So we're going to a family reunion and she puts on a pair of tights so pale you can see the rose pattern on her skimpy white panties, front and back. And she wears this deep-cut, tiny little top and leaves so many buttons undone you can see the top of her lace bra and the clasp. She's got a truly incredible rack plus classic hour-glass figure and it's all on display for every guy in the room. She was truly hot. So after being introduced to her youngest brother, my wife turns around and affectionately greets her other two older brothers, giving you know who a great view of her incredible ass. And he looks, and he looks, and he smirks, and he looks some more, not like a brother at all, but some leering guy that wants a piece of that sweet ass and can hardly wait to slip into those sexy panties that he so obviously admires. I couldn't believe it. He obviously liked what he saw and not in a brotherly way at all. Her other two brothers were perfectly fine and her dad just gushed all over her. None of them seemed to mind one bit what she was wearing, but they didn't ogle her either. Her youngest brother meanwhile, was practically raping her with his eyes all night long. I kept checking and he kept looking. He didn't give a shit. I got kind of irritated about the whole thing, even mad a bit that she would dress that way after telling me how her brother was obsessed with her looks. I mean, that's no way to dress when you're going home. It's bound to give him ideas, recall memories, make him think bad thoughts. So I told her afterward how I caught her brother openly admiring her ass and checking out her panties through her tights. She seemed vaguely curious, but otherwise nonplussed. So what? She just shrugged like she couldn't understand what I was talking about. I was amazed. How could she miss it? Then to make matters worse, the very next day she tells me that she going to spend the entire day with her brother shopping. What sister goes "shopping" with her brother? And how does she dress for this little day trip? She wears this pretty, white cotton dress that is so thin and transparent you're obviously supposed to wear it with a slip underneath or whatever. What does she have on underneath? Nothing but a sexy matching set of white lace panties and a push-up bra that I bought her as a wedding gift. Thank god she didn't wear the garters, too. Her brother probably would have ejaculated in his pants. You can see everything. You can see right through the dress and see the color of her glowing skin and you can see right through the white lace panties and bra, too. Everything is there if you look, her nipples, the darkening of her little blond bush, the crack of her ass. It was like she was wearing a lacy, white fog. If she wasn't so good looking, it would have been obscene. On top of that, she leaves a good number of the top buttons undone between her pale breasts and her skirt is left so wide open you can see most of her creamy white thighs appear every time she walks. If she sat down, you'd probably see her panties. And she does up her hair nice and puts on pretty makeup. And she looks me right in the eyes with those baby blues like not a thing is amiss. She saw that I was not pleased and she just teased me, accusing me of getting jealous. I probably turned red and, as it was, I didn't know what to say. So they're out the whole fucking day. And she doesn't even phone. She finally turns up at 2:00 am in the morning, tipsy, maybe even drunk, stumbling around in the dark. She apologized and said they ended up clubbing after dinner and she got a little drunk, lost track of the time. She's a complete mess, her hair all tousled up, the front of her dress wide open and her tits practically falling out of her bra, and the last few buttons of her skirt have come undone and, yeah, you can see her lace panties, not a lot, but enough. I didn't know what to say. I was furious, but I didn't want her accusing me of being a pervert or a prude. The good news is I couldn't smell any cum on her, but I was still mad enough. So I'm thinking, did they kiss? Did he make out with her? Could he resist? The next day, she had a hang over, and just threw aside my complaints about showing her brother a little too much when she dressed sexily like that. She said I was being silly. She just liked to look pretty, that's all. She enjoyed the attention and had always been open about it with me. Her brother was a perfect gentleman and they had a great time. Once we left, she probably wouldn't see him again for a year or more, so just chill out. I think she's fucking with my head and maybe still doing some inappropriate things with her brother. I don't know. For sure, he still lusts for her and he doesn't hide it all. She says he's got porn mags all over his apartment and he obviously has a thing for hot blondes. And, yes, she blushed when she said this. She's a hot blonde, and she knows it. We got into one more argument before we next visited her parents and brothers. I reiterated that her youngest brother had practically raped her ass with his eyes the last time we visited. So how does she dress the day we show up? I'm convinced she did it to spite me. She wore short-shorts and an almost non-existent tube top, and no bra. I'm saying she actually exposed her ass cheeks with her shorts-shorts, but they were really short and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. They might as well have been painted on. You could see the exact impress of her cunt, her slit, and they rode right up between her ass cheeks anyway, so you could see her sexy ass in all its glory. I'm not even sure she was wearing panties. I could detect no panty lines at all. That's how she dressed. And sure enough, they went "shopping" with her dressed like that and they stayed out until three or four in the morning this time. If she's sucking his cock, I have to admit that she's being careful, I can't smell any man spunk, just a little of her sweat, but they're probably doing other things. She's told me that he's into Internet porn and spends a lot of time online. He's a little sneak, so I'm convinced that he's taken pictures and videos of his sister's abuse and is probably sharing them with others. Worse, I figure he may be taking either secret or open videos of whatever they're doing now so he has something fresh to masturbate to. And, yes, I get kind of turned on a bit imagining that they might be making out and stuff while he films his latest seduction. I really want to know. It could be just a stupid fantasy, but I really have a strong feeling. I know what my wife is like after she's had some form of sex or another, kind of ditsy, happy, and relaxed. That's exactly how she looks after "shopping" with her brother for an entire day. It drives me nuts, though, that I can't smell anything for sure, but then maybe she's having a shower at his place afterward. They certainly have enough time and privacy. I feel like such a pussy, but I'm seriously thinking of confronting him, in a sneaky way myself. I know for sure that he still has the hots for his sister, so I think if I secretly take my own videos of me fucking my wife, I might be able to "trade" them for whatever he has. I'm convinced he'd go for it and then I'd know for sure. I guess I could just get him drunk and ask him, but I'd rather have proof. He might say shit just to get me jealous. What would I do then? I'd confront my wife with the proof of course. Honestly, as time goes on and I get used to the idea, even a little titillated, I'm not sure I really care if he's fucking her or not. It's not like she's still banging a dozen of his friends. (At least, I hope not, but that's kind of interesting, too.) I hate being bullshitted and lied to. If you want to fuck your brother, go for it. Spread your sexy legs and let him go at it. He'd no doubt be in man-heaven. Shit, if I had a sexy sister that looked and dressed like my wife, I'd fuck her too, any way I could. I guess it's a different kind of love, but it's still love. I think I get it now.