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THE STRINGPOINT GROUP

"Ooh, my brother-in-law's fingers turn me on a lot"

Friday

That photo of Pauline with Mark together bothers me so much that I decide to comment 'cozy' under the photo. I immediately get a text from Pauline that they happened to meet each other in the pub and she also asks if I'm okay and if we can have lunch together sometime. I'll meet her after my mini vacation in the Veluwe. And I am reassured. If she's being so nice, she won't be after Mark, will she?

Monday

My car is completely packed for the midweek to a bungalow park on the Veluwe with Ella. I got a free holiday in exchange for posting some stories and videos on Instagram and TikTok. Well, that doesn't seem very difficult to me. Fortunately it doesn't seem to rain all week and Ella and I can go out together. I'm excited.

I've just passed Amersfoort when I have to brake for a traffic jam. I shift the clutch back to third and then it goes wrong. No matter what I do, it gets stuck in three and the car starts to smell really bad. Shit, shit, I'm driving there in the cold with a two-year-old toddler in the backseat. I'm sweating and I don't dare go any further. I carefully drive to the emergency lane, fish Ella out of her seat and stand behind the crash barrier to call the ANWB.

The lady from the Wegenwacht says that it is very busy and that it can take up to an hour before someone comes. I yell at her that I have a toddler with me who is at risk of freezing. Meanwhile, I feel guilty that I take my child in a very old car without having it checked properly first. Fortunately, the technician is there within 20 minutes. My gearbox is completely worn out. “This car is a danger on the road,” he says sternly, and I feel even more guilty.

Garage

My car is towed to the nearest garage and there I hear that it will cost between 300 and 800 euros to replace the clutch. And that it will be ready on Thursday. Thursday? How do I get to the bungalow park? A replacement car will cost me hundreds of euros, money that I don't have. There's nothing for it but to ask someone to take me away. I also don't feel like getting on the bus and train with all that stuff and Ella.

Foppe doesn't answer, he must be teaching, my sister and Fleur are at work and just when I decide to call Mark after all, my finger gets stuck on my brother-in-law Maarten, who is just above Mark in my phone book state. It picks up right away. "I'll be right there," he says. "You're lucky I'm on night shift." He'll be there in three minutes. Ella beams when she sees him. She loves her uncle.

“You look good,” says Maarten, looking at me. I am blushing. Ever since I started dating Foppe, I constantly feel insecure that I'm not trained enough. I start about his work, he always likes to talk about it. And before I know it, we are in the bungalow park. We do some shopping for lunch and while I make the beds and unpack the suitcases, the most delicious smells come from the kitchen. I immediately forget about my diet when I attack the ham and cheese bouncer he baked.

Voltage

When Ella is in bed, I feel the tension between Maarten and me again. Just as I'm about to say I'll be fine for now, he takes a step toward me. “I turn you on, don't you,” says my brother-in-law. I blush again. "You me too." He pushes his body against mine so I can feel his hardness. He licks my ear and leaves a trail of small kisses on my neck. Then his fingers caress my thigh. With a firm tug he pulls my tights to pieces. He sticks first one and then two fingers into me.

Ooh, Maarten's fingers really turn me on. I would love to drag him into my bedroom and make love to him for hours. But no, I can't. I do not want that. I'm not going to ruin my sister's relationship with me again. And neither does the early relationship between me and Foppe. In addition, I have resolved not to have an affair with a married man again. So I reluctantly push him away.

"Sorry Maarten, but I can't do this," I say. “We cannot do this to Frederique. So I think it's better if you go now. Thank you very much for saving me.” For a moment I think how I am going to manage on my own this week without money and without transport. It gives me a stomach ache. If only he stayed here. But he nods slowly, steps back and puts on his coat. He pulls me against him one more time. And then he walks away.

© The Stringpoint Group

 

bron: de Telegraaf

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