I simply do not have the courage to tell my wife about it and feel I have sinned. I have confessed at the local church, but these feelings of guilt are tormenting me day and night. It was a couple of months back when my wife’s sister, Laura, came to stay with us to help out with the housework as she prepared for her second delivery. She is a young girl, about 22, year old and attractive. Soon she and I were spending lots of time together. She was helping me run the house, during those final days of my wife’s pregnancy, running errands, picking our three year old daughter form her playschool, etc. We found that we liked each other’s company although I had hardly met her after my marriage. Besides, she was a kid when I got married to Cathy. It happened one night when I went in her bedroom one night to drop some pillows. What followed happened so fast that both of us just got carried on with the flow of emotions or was it only lust, I wonder?
Today, I feel I must have lost my senses completely. How could I do that with my wife lying in the next room and our three year old daughter? I often wonder if I am a man of loose morals and character. Things are back to normal and everything is running as if nothing happened. Laura has gone back, and we have been blessed with another pretty daughter. I wonder if Laura will spill the beans some day and what will happen if Cathy finds out. Every phone call from Laura leaves me anxious for days and I start suspecting when they have those long talks together as sisters. I wonder if it will continue like this or what Laura will expect from me when she visits next time.
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