My Brother-in-Law Tried to Seduce Me at My Husband's Birthday Party

I never thought my husband's birthday party would end up being the night that tore his family apart. But I guess life has a way of throwing curveballs when you least expect them.

I've been married to Ryan for five years now, and we've always had a pretty good life together. We both have solid careers and a nice group of friends, and we generally get along well with his family — his parents, Gina and Frank, and his younger brother, Cole.

The party was in full swing, our house filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses. Ryan was in his element, chatting with everyone and showing off the vintage record player I'd gotten him.

"Natalie, this is amazing!" he said, pulling me into a hug. "Best birthday ever!"

I grinned, watching him interact with our friends. Cole sidled up to us, a beer in hand.

"Yeah, sis, you really outdid yourself," he said, giving me a wink.

I noticed Cole had been drinking quite a bit, but I didn't think much of it at the time. If only I'd known what was coming.

As the night wore on, people started to trickle out. Soon, it was just us, Ryan's family, and our friends Karen and Tom.

"You guys should stay the night," I offered. "It's late, and you've all had a few drinks."

Everyone agreed, and I started assigning sleeping arrangements. Ryan's parents took the guest room, Karen and Tom the pull-out couch, and Cole got the spare room in the basement.

After Ryan headed up to bed, I stayed behind to clean up a bit. I was elbow-deep in sudsy water when I felt someone come up behind me.

"Need a hand?" Cole's voice was right in my ear, making me jump.

"Cole! You scared me," I said, turning around. "No, I'm good. You should get some sleep."

He leaned against the counter, a strange look in his eyes. "Nah, I'm not tired. Let me help."

I shrugged and handed him a towel. We worked in silence for a few minutes before things got... weird.

"You know, Natalie," Cole said, his voice low. "I've always thought you were too good for my brother."

I laughed nervously. "Good one, Cole. I think you've had a bit too much to drink."

But he wasn't laughing. He stepped closer, and I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"I'm serious," he said. "You're smart, funny, beautiful. Ryan doesn't appreciate you like I would."

My heart started thumping. Was this really happening? I tried to shrug it off.

"Cole, you're drunk. Go to bed."

He grabbed my arm, his eyes intense. "Come with me. To my room. Ryan will never know."

I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. This was my husband's brother — the same guy who'd been best man at our wedding, who came over for dinner almost every Sunday. And here he was, propositioning me in my own kitchen.

For a split second, I considered slapping him. But then an idea struck me — a way to teach him a lesson he'd never forget.

I forced a smile. "You know what? You're right. Ryan doesn't appreciate me."

Cole's eyes widened in surprise. "Really? You mean...?"

I nodded, trying to look seductive. "But we need to be careful. Here's what we'll do. Go down to your room and put this on."

I handed him a sleep mask from the junk drawer. He looked at it, confused.

"Trust me," I said. "It'll make things more... exciting. I'll be down in a few minutes."

Cole grinned and practically ran to the basement. As soon as he was gone, I let out a shaky breath. Then I headed upstairs.

I shook Ryan awake. "Babe, wake up. We have a problem."

Ryan blinked at me, confused. "What's wrong?"

I took a deep breath. "It's Cole. He... he just tried to get me to sleep with him."

Ryan sat up, suddenly wide awake. "What? You're kidding, right?"

I shook my head. "I wish I was. But listen, I have a plan."

I quickly explained what happened and what I wanted to do. Ryan's face went through a range of emotions — shock, anger, and finally, a grim determination.

"Let's do it," he said.

We woke up his parents and our friends, explaining the situation in hushed tones. Everyone was shocked, but they agreed to help.

As we crept down to the basement, I felt nervous and angry. This was going to change everything, but Cole needed to learn that actions have consequences.

I opened the door to find Cole lying on the bed, the sleep mask in place. He stirred when he heard us enter.

"Natalie? Is that you?" he asked, a smile in his voice.

I took a deep breath. "Yeah, it's me. Have you been waiting long?"

Cole chuckled. "It feels like forever. I hope the others don't hear us."

I saw Ryan clench his fists, but he stayed quiet. "Don't worry about them," I said. "Why don't you take off that mask and look at me?"

Cole reached up and pulled off the mask. For a moment, he blinked in confusion at the group of people standing in front of him. Then realization dawned on his face.

"What the hell?" he sputtered, scrambling to sit up.

Ryan stepped forward, his voice cold. "That's what I'd like to know, little brother. What the hell were you thinking?"

Cole's face went pale. "Ryan, I... it's not what it looks like."

"Really?" Ryan said. "Because it looks like you were trying to sleep with my wife."

Gina let out a choked sob. "Cole, how could you?"

Cole looked frantically around the room, his eyes landing on me. "Natalie, tell them! You came onto me!"

I shook my head, disgusted. "Don't try to pin this on me, Cole. Everyone here knows what really happened."

Frank, who had been silent until now, spoke up. "Son, I think it's best if you leave. Now."

Cole's face crumpled. "Dad, please... It was a mistake. I was drunk."

But Frank just shook his head, looking older than I'd ever seen him.

Ryan pointed to the door. "Get out, Cole. And don't come back."

We watched in silence as Cole gathered his things and left. The sound of his car starting and driving away seemed to echo in the quiet house.

After he was gone, Ryan turned to me, pulling me into a tight hug. "I'm so sorry, Nat. I can't believe he would do this."

I hugged him back, feeling the tension of the night start to drain away. "It's not your fault."

We spent the rest of the night talking — about what happened, about how we'd move forward. It wasn't going to be easy, but we'd get through it together.

Gina and Frank were devastated. "We raised him better than this," Gina kept saying, tears in her eyes.

Frank just looked lost. "I don't understand. He's always looked up to Ryan. Why would he do this?"

Karen and Tom made coffee and tried to keep everyone calm. "It's not anyone's fault," Karen said. "Cole made his own choices."

As the sun started to rise, Ryan and I were sitting on the porch, cups of coffee in hand.

"Some birthday, huh?" I said, trying for a weak joke.

Ryan gave me a small smile. "Yeah, not exactly what I had in mind. But you know what?"

"What?"

He took my hand, squeezing it gently. "I'm glad it happened. Not because of what Cole did, but because it showed me how lucky I am to have you. You're amazing, Natalie."

I felt tears prick my eyes. "We're lucky to have each other."

***

The next few weeks were tough. Ryan's parents decided to cut ties with Cole, at least for the time being. It was hard on all of us, especially Ryan. He'd always been close to his brother, and now that relationship was shattered.

"I keep thinking about all the times we hung out," Ryan said one night. "Was he always thinking about you like that?"

I shook my head. "I don't think so. I think he was just drunk and made a terrible decision."

But the damage was done. Family gatherings were awkward, with Cole's absence hanging over everything like a cloud. Gina would get teary-eyed whenever someone mentioned him, and Frank would just stare off into space.

Slowly, though, we started to heal. Ryan and I grew even closer, if that was possible. We talked more, shared more. It was like we'd been through a war together and come out stronger on the other side.

What would you have done? If you enjoyed this story, here's another one for you about a woman whose sister-in-law accused her of cheating at a family dinner, so she went on to prove to everyone who the real cheater was.

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