Motive

Earlier, when I revealed the nature of my commitment, I mentioned it was a choice based on my refusal to become the unwilling subject of another person or group. I did not illustrate the brutal necessity of the matter. No man who has seen what I have could consider yielding to the advances of even the most sweet and incorruptible of woman kind.

My brother got married several years back. He's not really my brother, but we grew up together, so we were like brothers. He was in a happy relationship with his beautiful wife. They seemed to have it all. He had a well-paying job and she was completely devoted to him in every way. She was anxious to settle down and have a boatload of children, and that was his dream too. He was absolutely in love with her.

So, at the time I was dating a girl, Lily. We were a couple years younger...still in high school. Well, we weren't really dating. It was sort of a "friends with benefits" situation. Nothing serious, of course, although I was rather attached at the time. One day we dropped by my brother's place unexpected. I sat down and watched a movie and Lily disappeared for a while. Nothing unusual, we hung out at my brother's place a lot.

That night Lily acted like she had something to say. You could tell when she was thinking about some secret she wasn't supposed to tell anyone. She got into trouble a lot. I asked what she was thinking about and she couldn't help it...she could never keep a secret. It turns out that while I was watching the movie earlier, she had walked in on my brother masturbating. Yep, he was just sitting in a bean bag chair in his room flogging the dolphin to some amateur porn DVD. I covered my eyes and, knowing Lily, had a feeling this wasn't where the story ended. She smiled giddily and continued...Apparently he fumbled for the remote, but unsuccessfully. So, of course, over the rugged sounds of brutal sex, Lily walked into the room casually and stood in her stately posture, gracefully observing the television. "So, whatcha watching?" Stunned, my brother just sat there, dressed only in a t-shirt barely long enough to cover his quickly fading erection.

"Alright, just stop" I said. I really didn't want to hear this. But, she didn't care. She continued to explain how she sat in the bean bag next to him watching the poor girl bounce on the gentleman's pecker on the widescreen in front of them both. And, how much it turned her on. Now, I know my brother always had the hots for Lily, but she was like 5 years younger and he was married. But, Lily saw an opportunity. She proceeded to tell me how she made a deal..."let me finish you off and I won't tell anyone about this..."

"You said what?!" I barked..."Sorry Magnus, I couldn't help myself." She was in an experimental phase. "He said no, but when I stood up and took off my pants he didn't run away..."

"You didn't"

"Oh yes."

"Then, I walked up to him on my knees and removed my top too! What's wrong Magnus? He's married. I have nothing to worry about with him, right? You know your brother...he's entirely faithful. It's not my fault I'm a tease."

So, at first my brother insisted that she get dressed and pretend it never happened. Of course, Lily decided to take the opportunity to gently raise her hands over her head in a stretch and glide her back against the floor. She was always a smooth and seductive instrument, accustomed to getting what she wanted. Enforcing his cooperation was not difficult with her devilish brown eyes. She slowly moved her fingers over the top of her thigh, over her abdomen and against her breast. He sat motionless in the bean bag chair, stunned by her nubile figure. At 18 her body was the perfect union of petite and voluptuous, each curve leading to another just as enticing. She had no illusions regarding her power.

"I had him paralyzed, Magnus, you should have seen him. Oh, don't look at me like that...I can't help being so beautiful." Only a few feet in front of my poor brother she proceeded to close her eyes and gradually press her palm against her stomach and between her legs. She gazed at him in steady concentration as her body degraded to a shameless writing mess in front of him. He tried to ignore the perfect contour of her tummy, and the begging of her red, full lips, but continued to sit unphased.

It was a test of will. He stared blankly at the wall over her raised knee. He was an impenetrable fortress of faithfulness to his loving wife. He had promised never to dream of another woman, but he could simply not take his eyes off her for long.

Gradually the heaving of her chest became more pronounced and the gaze became clouded with lust. Finally, when her breathing turned to wanting sighs, he could not resist. Slowly his hand approached his erection.

"Oh, you should have seen me work, Magnus. I watched closely as his body melded with mine. We didn't touch, but I could feel where he was at. My orgasm began to well deep inside me and I could tell he was about to blow. At the perfect moment I snapped over to him and took him in my mouth, dribbling my reward all over his stomach and legs."

"Lily!"

"What? It's not my fault...I hardly touched him but for 5 seconds!"

For years after that Lily threatened to tell my brother's wife about the incident unless he agree to have sex with her. It was a wicked, distasteful situation. My brother loved his wife, and they soon had children...and Lily continued to torment him regularly with erotic demands...I'm going to give you oral sex now...meet me over lunch in an hour...

He should have told her exactly what happened after that first incident. After a lengthy affair, she had complete control over him and began demanding more than sex...money, rides to school, groceries, free rent. He loved his wife so much, and he was terrified that she would not understand what happened. He often confided in me and many conversations would end with him sobbing on my shoulder. It devastated me.

After a couple years the situation deteriorated. For my brother, the prospect of explaining the situation to his wife grew ever more impossible. Over the years she had accumulated a collection of terrifyingly incriminating photos. She regularly e-mailed him pictures and videos she had taken secretly with a hidden web cam in her apartment. Worse, they were not all with Lily. She had many unsavory girlfriends. My brother told me that one day she tied him to her bed and took pictures of him with 3 different women. They didn't have sex with him or anything...just posed naked on top of him. She had enough convincing evidence to prove beyond a reasonable doubt that he had up to 9 girlfriends on the side. She had high-resolution videos of my brother having sex with at least 3 different women in her apartment. They were Lily's friends, who, over the years, agreed to contribute to the incrimination. She probably gave them a cut of the proceeds.

Still, he loved his wife too much to tell.

When Lily fell on hard times she used this evidence to bleed him like a parasite for food, shoes, dresses. She had demands virtually every day. My brother refinanced his house, sold his car, and began working nights just to pay her off. He knew he was completely trapped. His unshakable love for his wife was only matched by his deep hatred of Lily.

Things went south from there. Almost broke, my brother began drinking heavily. Before long he lost his day job. Eventually he began contemplating suicide. He knew that the worst thing he could do to Lily was snuff it, and this tempted him immeasurably. He knew she would become completely helpless and destitute. She had been dependent on him for several years.

Then one evening my brother knocked on Lily's door with a shotgun muzzle against the bottom of his chin. When she opened the door, he pulled the trigger.

It misfired.

Lily screamed and ran inside. He followed her, reloading, demanding her to watch the main event. "Look at me, bitch!" She refused to look at him. Finally, he turned the gun on her.

To this day he insists he didn't mean to kill her.

The jury decided it was premeditated, and now he's locked up for life without the possibility of parole.

Sufficed to say, that day I decided that I would never let a woman take over my life. I understood the power of one female over a man, and I would not risk such things until I was truly, truly ready. Alright, that's all I'm going to say about my brother. He approves of my writing this. Indeed, this story could not have been written without him. Love you, man.