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My wife, Gina, was a passenger in a car that crashed a few months ago and she was injured badly enough that she spent three weeks in the hospital, then two more in a rehab facility before coming home. She is recovering slowly, but she may never have full use of her right leg again. During the weeks she was in the hospital and rehab, her younger sister, Ashley, who is 31 and recently divorced, came to stay at the house to help with the three kids who are 11, 9 and 7. When the accident first happened, I took a few days off from work and was at the hospital almost around the clock, while Ashley took care of everything at home. She'd also visit Gina for a few hours every day while the kids were still in school, then be home for them when the school bus dropped them off. After Gina had improved enough that she was no longer in danger, I went back to work and we fell into a regular routine, with Ashley visiting Gina during the day and me going in the evenings. She'd feed the kids and get them off to bed, then have something for me to eat when I got home after visiting hours. We'd watch TV together for a little while, or sometimes just sit out on the deck and chat before we'd both go to bed. In almost all respects, everything was near normal, the only real difference being that it was Ashley being the "housewife", rather than Gina. Then, on the day my wife was moved to the rehab, things changed. That night, as we sat on the deck, I told Ashley how much I appreciated her and I thanked her for filling in for her sister, telling her that I don't know what I'd have done without her. Without really thinking, I ended by saying, "I love you, Ash." What followed was a kind of awkward silence that seemed to last forever, and when she spoke her tone was very soft and almost a whisper. "I think I'll turn in. See you in the morning. Goodnight, Tom." I sat alone quietly for almost a half hour until I was certain she was upstairs in the guest room, then I locked up and went to bed myself. Fifteen minutes later there was a soft knock at my bedroom door. I opened it to find Ashley standing there in a long sheer night gown. "May I come in?" She walked into the room and sat at the foot of the bed, folding her hands at her knees. "Tom, I don't know what I'm doing right now, and I don't care if it's right or if it's wrong, but I want you to take me tonight. I am yours if you want me." A million thoughts crashed around in my brain, I felt my heart pounding in my chest and I couldn't find my voice. She looked lovely, seductive, sensual, warm, tender and very vulnerable. I sat beside her and gently kissed her cheek, brushing her long hair from her face and placing my hand on her shoulder. She was trembling. Turning her face towards me, she kissed me. She lay back and opened herself up to me completely and with absolutely no reservation. With very few words, we made love sweetly and passionately. Her final orgasm was the most intense and all-consuming I've ever known and I exploded inside her with a powerful surge while her body shuddered. When her body had returned to near normal, she held me tightly and whispered, "Can you say it again? I want to hear it again." I looked into her eyes and told her, "Ashley, I love you."
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There must be more to this story. I assume your wife is now at home. If, as you wrote, she may never have full use of her leg, I imagine she's struggling to cope as she most likely can't maintain normal daily activities. I can understand you and her sister turning to each other at a time you both were needy, but you complicated matters by telling your sister-in-law that you love her. Be that as it may, you and her sister have much to regret. The two of you have violated your wife in the worst possible way. Shame on you.