Instead, I open my mouth and hear myself saying ...Honey, can you pass the peas please......and I smile to myself. My lovely sister-in-law thinks that she is describing her travel experiences to the family. Every set of eyes at the table watches her as she describes the pleasures of a recent trip to Greece. My ears hear the same words as the others but my brain is squirting adrenaline down my spine so fast that I think I am going to lose control. Fortunately, one of the children at the table spills a glass of milk which serves to stop the conversation and derails the impending "splooosh" into my shorts.
I swallow slowly, gently close and then open my eyes, and politely say... Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom. My sister in law resumes speaking and I adjust my erection such that I can stand up and walk past the family without embarrassment.
Closing the bathroom door behind me, I release my penis. It softly weeps a single drop of pre-ejaculate. The climatic moment is avoided as my engorged penis rests safely in my right hand.
Surrounded by the scents of soaps and herbal bath products I feel safe for a moment. However, the aroma increasingly reminds me of the scent of my sister-in-law . I immediately turn on the cold water and rinse myself in an effort to maintain control. I'm successful in not spewing my seed into the bathroom sink.
From the dining room I can hear the family laughing at a joke told by my crazy uncle. My kids begin to argue in a softly teasing way that will soon turn ugly if I do not return to the dinner table. I quickly open the door and bound into the hallway. Bang... I collide with my sister-in-law as she attempts to return to the kitchen and refresh her glass of wine. Solid cock barely restrained in my pants nudges her left hand as she passes by. The look in her eyes meets the look in my eyes. I'm unsure whether we are astonished, bewildered, surprised or horrified by what both of our brains now register as the inadvertent caress of my privates.
I stumble to the dining room to calm the growing argument between the kids. The slowly growing smile on the face of my-sister-in law is evidence that she knows her beauty has claimed me again. She does not do this by design and is gracious by not furthering my embarrassment. She has broken a thousand hearts and busted the balls of twice that number with that look on her face.