My Ex's Brother Was Better Than Him

Hey Swēt, I have a confession that would scatter a whole family if it ever leaked. I slept with my ex's younger brother, and God forgive me, it was better than anything the ex ever did.

Ekene and I dated for a good while back in the day. Fine man, generous, sharp, and the relationship was genuinely sweet while it lasted. I got fully absorbed into his world, his people, his crew calling me "our wife," his whole family treating me like I'd already paid the bride price. Then, as these things go, it ended, we broke up, and everybody drifted back to their own corners.

Everybody except his younger brother, Obi. Obi and I had always been cool, the easy kind of in-law friendship that outlasts the couple. So when my car gave up on me one evening on the far side of town, Obi was honestly the only person I could think to call, he runs an auto garage. He came over with his tools, spent a while on it, but couldn't fix it that night, so he offered to run me home and tow it the next day. By the time we reached my place it was already around 2am, and I offered him a room. I shouldn't have, ehn, the guy had been sweet-mouthing me all day and I was feeling it, but I told myself I just wanted him to rest after helping me out.

So he stayed. I showed him the guest room, he showered, then came back out to eat the food we'd picked up, sat close, and we started gisting. That's where I noticed his eyes kept dropping and coming back up, and I found it funnier than I should have. This boy was smooth, because somehow the conversation drifted to sex toys and whether I used them.