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“If cold lady older sister... than grown up with fake smile..older brother?”
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25 / 06 / 2023
🇨🇵 FRANÇAIS / FRENCH 🇨🇵
J'ai déjà écrit sur des beaux-frères qui font du mari de leur sœur, ou du frère de leur femme, leur esclave. Mais cette histoire est la première où un beau-frère dominant est gay.
COURTE HISTOIRE FICTIVE PERSONNELLE
- LES PIEDS DE MON BEAU-FRÈRE GAY -
Quand j'ai su que ma femme avait un grand frère homo qui vivait loin de sa famille, je m'attendais à un faible garçon efféminé qui était la honte de sa famille pour sucer des mecs et se prendre des bites dans le cul.
Comme j'avais tort ! Barbu et viril, le frère aîné de ma femme était le mâle alpha de sa famille dès qu'il y revenait. Grand et musclé, il n'était pas magnifique ni si fort que cela, mais il imposait le respect par sa domination.
Un jour, allongé dans son lit, il me vit passer près de sa chambre. J'attendais le retour de mon épouse, sa petite sœur. Il m'a ordonné de venir. Moi qui croyais être un fort mâle hétérosexuel, j'avais peur de ce mec homo ! Je suis venu, il a pointé du doigt le sol, et j'ai vu ses immenses pieds bien chauds.
"T'es peut-être le mari de ma sœur, mais pour moi t'es rien qu'un pédé! Alors plus vite elle te verra en train de lécher mes pieds comme la merde que tu es, et plus vite elle te remplacera par un vrai mec que je pourrais considérer sans honte comme mon beau-frère !"
J'ai léché ses pieds comme il me l'a ordonné, et cela n'a pas manqué : mon épouse m'a vu la langue sur les pieds de son frère aîné ! Croyant que j'étais gay moi aussi, elle a demandé le divorce sur le champ, a jeté mes affaires par-dessus la fenêtre de la chambre sous les rires bruyants de mon beau-frère qui m'avait ordonné de continuer à lui lécher les pieds.
Ma femme m'ayant pris tout mon argent lors du divorce, j'ai supplié mon ancien beau-frère de me trouver un lieu où dormir. Il me laissa vivre chez lui si je léchais ses pieds continuellement.
Ce qui était le plus humiliant pour moi n'était pas le fait d'être un hétérosexuel même pas attiré par les pieds et contraint d'en lécher. Non, le pire depuis que j'étais l'esclave de mon ex beau-frère était de devoir servir d'homme de ménage et de serveur sous les yeux de mon ex femme et de son sublime nouveau mari.
Mon maître me faisait ensuite lécher leurs pieds ! J'avais 6 pieds à lécher sous leurs rires, et j'avais été mis à ma place d'inférieur.
🇬🇧🇺🇸 ENGLISH / ANGLAIS 🇬🇧🇺🇸
I've already wrote stories about a brother-in-law transforming his sister's husband / the brother of his wife into his slave. But I've never wrote about one dominant brother-in-law who was gay. 😁
SHORT PERSONAL FICTIONAL STORY
- MY GAY BROTHER IN LAW'S FEET -
When I found out my wife had a gay big brother who lived away from his family, I expected a weak sissified boy who was the shame of his family to suck guys off and take cocks up his ass.
How wrong I was! Bearded and virile, my wife's older brother was the alpha male of his family as soon as he came back to it. Tall and muscular, he wasn't magnificent or that strong, but he commanded respect with his dominance.
One day, lying in bed, he saw me pass near his room. I was expecting the return of my wife, her little sister. He ordered me to come. I thought I was a strong straight male, I was afraid of this gay guy!
I came over, he pointed to the floor, and I saw his huge warm feet.
"You may be my sister's husband, but to me you're nothing but a fag! So the sooner she sees you licking my feet like the shit you are, the sooner she'll replace you with a real guy I could unashamedly call my brother-in-law!"
I licked his feet as he ordered me to, and it didn't fail: my wife saw my tongue on her older brother's feet! Believing that I was gay too, she filed for divorce on the spot, threw my things over the bedroom window to the loud laughter of my brother-in-law who had ordered me to continue licking his feet.
My wife having taken all my money during the divorce, I begged my ex-brother-in-law to find me a place to sleep. He let me live in his house if I licked his feet continuously. What was most humiliating to me was not being a straight man not even attracted to feet and forced to lick them.
No, the worst thing since I was my ex-brother-in-law's slave was having to serve as a cleaning man and waiter under the eyes of my ex-wife and her sublime new husband. My master then made me lick their feet!
I had 6 feet to lick under their laughter, and I had been put in my inferior place.
END OF THE STORY
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शख्स ने अपनी नई भाभी को तोहफे में ऐसी चीज दी, जिसे देखने के बाद पुलिस शख्स को उठाकर ले गई. अब शख्स जेल की हवा खा रहा है. घटना बुंदेलखंड के छतरपुर जिले के सिविल लाइन की…
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Deuteronomy 25: Moses Tells The Israelites To Let The Courts Settle Their Disputes
1 When people have a dispute, they are to take it to court and the judges will decide the case, acquitting the innocent and condemning the guilty.
2 If the guilty person deserves to be beaten, the judge shall make them lie down and have them flogged in his presence with the number of lashes the crime deserves,
3 but the judge must not impose more than forty lashes. If the guilty party is flogged more than that, your fellow Israelite will be degraded in your eyes.
4 Do not muzzle an ox while it is treading out the grain.
5 If brothers are living together and one of them dies without a son, his widow must not marry outside the family. Her husband’s brother shall take her and marry her and fulfill the duty of a brother-in-law to her.
6 The first son she bears shall carry on the name of the dead brother so that his name will not be blotted out from Israel.
7 However, if a man does not want to marry his brother’s wife, she shall go to the elders at the town gate and say, “My husband’s brother refuses to carry on his brother’s name in Israel. He will not fulfill the duty of a brother-in-law to me.”
8 Then the elders of his town shall summon him and talk to him. If he persists in saying, “I do not want to marry her,”
9 his brother’s widow shall go up to him in the presence of the elders, take off one of his sandals, spit in his face and say, “This is what is done to the man who will not build up his brother’s family line.”
10 That man’s line shall be known in Israel as The Family of the Unsandaled.
11 If two men are fighting and the wife of one of them comes to rescue her husband from his assailant, and she reaches out and seizes him by his private parts,
12 you shall cut off her hand. Show her no pity.
13 Do not have two differing weights in your bag—one heavy, one light.
14 Do not have two differing measures in your house—one large, one small.
15 You must have accurate and honest weights and measures, so that you may live long in the land the Lord your God is giving you.
16 For the Lord your God detests anyone who does these things, anyone who deals dishonestly.
17 Remember what the Amalekites did to you along the way when you came out of Egypt.
18 When you were weary and worn out, they met you on your journey and attacked all who were lagging behind; they had no fear of God.
19 When the Lord your God gives you rest from all the enemies around you in the land he is giving you to possess as an inheritance, you shall blot out the name of Amalek from under heaven. Do not forget!
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Our routine in Holland is to use our mornings to ease into our days. To sit up in bed, breakfast a little, coffee, tea, reading, writing, listening.
As in December, our morning soundtrack is a Christmas YouTube video featuring delicate piano and music box carols and an animated interior Christmas living room scene: fire in the fireplace, wreath above the hearth, fully trimmed tree, presents under the tree, and heavy snowfall blowing outside the floor to ceiling windows.
Some of yesterday morning involved doctoral program writing. Some of it was blogging. Some of it was reading the first draft of a documentary on youth incarceration I'll be cutting soon. Some of it was installing WhatsApp on my phone because my cousin Theo could not, could not I say, believe a functional adult isn't already using it for messaging. Some of it was installing Google Lens on my phone because, on the advice of my cousin Thamara, Google Lens will translate, overlay dutch text on signs and packaging with English text...
And so on.
Around noon we get ourselves ready to rejoin civilization. Around 1 we walk over to my aunt and uncle's house. It would've taken what Google Maps predicted, twenty minutes, only Kimmer insists on taking pictures of everything along the way.
So yeah. We take a little longer than twenty minutes.
This time around, we're joining my aunt and uncle joined by my aunt's brother-in-law from England who speaks flawless dutch. Then it's my aunt and uncle's daughter, her husband, their two "kids", and us.
On our way into her home, my aunt hands us the coupla boxes of oliebollen mix she picked up for us the previous day.
Score!
And the lunch spread? Dear God. This was an amazing meal my aunt set up for us. Breads both hot and room temp. Meats. Cheeses. Spreads. Butters. Soup! Coffee. Tea. Fanta.
My cousin set me straight about the best combo: a kaiser roll (any roll, really), cut it in half, spread REAL butter on it, spread sandwich spread on it, then set strips of roast beef over the top.
Heaven. ☺️
At the end of lunch, my aunt pulls out a bag of mandarins to pass around and finish the meal.
As always, our time got away from us and, before we knew it, we were fifteen minutes from our next stop with my mom's sister's son at our hotel bar at 4. This is my mom's sister who passed away twenty years ago. My mom's sister. The reason for our last short notice trip to Holland twenty years ago.
So we show up at the hotel bar and it's my cousin, his wife, his dad, and his dad's companion.
And they come bearing gifts.
From my cousin and his wife, a package of full-size stroopwafels. From my uncle and his companion, a print of that iconic photograph of myself and three of my cousins on the boat to or from Slot Loefestein Castle when we were children.
Talk about a trip down memory lane.
One of the best.
Next thing I know, my uncle's pointing toward the lobby and saying
"Look who's here."
So I look up and there's my cousin from waaaaay up north and her boyfriend. She places a Proef Drenthe Drentse Turfjes on my table, a fruit cake specialty of the region of Holland in which she lives.
Her brother orders a coupla plates of bitterballen (mustard and on the side) for us. These are deep-fried, highly seasoned meat balls. About 3-5 centimeters in diameter, bitterballen are small, round versions of meat croquettes.
We also order drinks and, as we wait for the drinks and after those drinks arrive, we talk kids, pandemic, parents, family history, work, travel, and so on.
Eventually we run out the clock and, at quarter after six, we all pile into a pair of cars and head for the center of Gorinchem.
Not long after, we're looking for parking next to the Great Church of Gorinchem near the market and skating rink. After a bit of walking (including a couple wrong turns) we arrive at our destination: restaurant de Hoofdwacht.
It's 630.
I didn't actually know who would be here. The restaurant set up a long table for us that allows for everyone from the hotel bar, my oldest cousin and his wife, the two sons of my aunt whose home we visited the previous night, the sister of my oldest cousin and her husband...
And us.
A full house.
I wish there was some way to capture the experience that ensued. There's just too much happening at the same time from one end of the table to the other. What I can tell you for sure is that saté with pinda sauce is a table favorite for everyone's main course while Crème Brûlée with ice cream on the side is the table favorite for dessert. My cousin sitting next to me introduces me to the "tradition" of fist bumps between everyone who ordered that specialty dessert... although I'm pretty sure he made that up on the spot.
I'm also doing the pumpkin soup for a starter.
To properly set the scene, my older cousins and their wives are down at the wall end of the table catching up. Sitting across from me to my right (ish) are my uncle and his companion. Sitting across from me to my left (ish) is the boyfriend of my cousin from far up north who's an artist and a craftsman. Next to him are my female cousins who make for quite the duo who share an epic story of a night on Queen Ann Hill gone inexplicable and catastrophically off the rails. If the two, the one on the right is the one with her artist/craftsman boyfriend. The one on the left is with her husband who's sitting at the end of the table. To his right which also happens to be to my left are both the youngest and the tallest of all the cousins.
They're brothers, these two, and I'm not super confident I have their names right. So I send a text to my cousin sitting at the corner of the table to my left next to her husband. I catch her attention at the table, tell her to be cool, to check her texts, and laugh about it later if you please.
She laughs right then, of course, but to her credit texts me the name of the cousin sitting next to me...
And all is right in the world. 🙂
And I'm only mildly humiliated. 😐
In the meantime, conversations are happening across the table, side to side, and criss-cross... organically shifting between different family members and back again. I talk to my cousin on the left a bunch, covering a broad range of topics from deep family history to ChatGPT. His brother on the other side of him joined us for the ChatGPT portion of our evening, by the way. 🙂
Sadly, I can't do full justice to this table scene other than to characterize it as controlled chaos punctuated by laughter. As relentless conversation powered by genuine interest and affection. As motion and passion and energy shaped by personal history and relationships. As the bonds of family wrapped in easy best-friendships.
I don't know how else to say it.
I don't know of an easier way to say it.
These people are unique in my life. They are specific to me. And their presence is thoroughly addicting in the best way ever.
And yeah.
I could get used to this.
By 10:30 that night, four hours later, it's time for us to say goodbye which takes another half hour out of our seats, near the table, standing about in further expressions of farewell and love and gratitude.
By eleven we're out the door, back onto the wet cobblestone, walking to our various cars.
Eventually it's just Kimmer 'n I walking with my oldest cousin and his wife. I'm not sure what we're talking about just then, but I remember we're walking a narrow lane at night when my cousin asks
"Do you have plans for Friday?"
And while we continue walking, thinking about what plans we might have, his wife pitches us with
"Do you want one?"
Oh dear. Yes.
So they conjure the outline of a plan for Friday that, well, we'll see what happens Friday.
Soon enough, they're dropping us at our hotel and we're making sure we stay connected beyond our stay. That we continue to be helpful to each other, present in whatever way we can be in each other's lives.
And then we're waving goodbye as they drive home.
The end of our day in our hotel is straight-up anticlimax after what we just experienced this night. But it's still important.
It's my dad's birthday, you see. And, after about an hour of troubleshooting with T-Mobile because I'm no longer able to make international phone calls, I reach out to him through my mom's Facebook messenger wi-fi calling function.
Amazingly, my dad picks up after a few rings. I really didn't know that this would work but—
Huzzah!
And then I'm talking to my dad, wishing him a Happy Birthday, giving him the abbreviated version of the day we just experienced...
And the family with whom we shared that experience.
Because seriously.
I could get used to this.
😊
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