“TV, I guess,” the young woman shrugged. “What else is there?”
“Maybe a movie,” I suggested.
“You don’t have much of a selection,” she said. “And besides, I’ve seen all of them.”
Not all of them, I grumped, knowing full well Claire hid our ‘private’ videos whenever her sister visited. I understood how she felt, not wanting to corrupt her little sister with our little kink. I swore that my wife got hotter watching herself on tape – well, DVD since we invested in a DVD-RW drive – than when we actually fucked. Not that I could complain. I always got action after we watched one of our past performances.
“Well, how about a game then?” I offered. “We’ve got Monopoly, Scrabble, Acquire…” I trailed off at the cool, disinterested look on her face.
“Fine,” I sighed. “No board games.”
“Thank you,” she turned her attention back to the television. “I’m not a little kid anymore.”
“That’s pretty obvious,” I said. “But adults play games, too, you know. Even board games. Your sister and I play a really mean game of Scrabble.” Especially dirty Scrabble, I grinned to myself. That also led to a hot time in bed. Of course, I generally lost those games since Claire has a greater knowledge of the vulgar than I do, unless she was really horny and lost on purpose.
“But surely you want to do something other than watch television,” I protested. “There’s not much on but the pap the networks put out.” I agreed with my wife that cable was out of the question. We never watched the tube enough to justify the expense, generally catching the news and any programs we thought were interesting on PBS.
“That’s okay,” Sarah said. “Pap – will be just fine for now.”
I frowned, wondering why she was being so – standoffish, I guess. I really couldn’t think of the right word to describe her behavior. My sister-in-law was always so lively and animated around my wife, I couldn’t understand why she didn’t want to be so with me. As much as In enjoyed looking at her lately – Claire has been awfully forgiving about my roving eye, knowing full well I wouldn’t willingly fuck around on her – Sarah was family. Maybe that was it…
“Are – are you worried about your grandfather?” I asked. Other than myself, he was the only male influence left to the young woman, Claire’s father passing away before we met and Sarah’s – well, that bastard had never taken an interest after knocking up her mother. I don’t think it’s me and I pray to God it’s not, since I did sleep with their mother before I even met Claire. I was in a bad way from a breakup and we were both very, very drunk. And I have to admit that the following morning I skedaddled before she woke up. Screwball enough, she was the one who set me up with my wife. If I’m lucky, we were drunk enough not to fuck, but I do have a hazy memory of performing cunnilingus. Perhaps the most I did was pleasure her.
“No,” Sarah said with a flat edge to her voice, cutting off my ruminations and causing my eyebrows to rise.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked gently. “I know I’m not Claire, but – I am here for you.”
“I – can’t,” she shuddered. “I can’t even tell my sister. She – she wouldn’t believe me.”
“You’d be amazed at what she would believe,” I said, picking up the remote and turning off the television. “I’m not too sure what Claire’s told you about me, but – I’ve always told her about my indiscretions, which is why I try not to go on business trips anymore. Not alone anyway,” I shook head my head. “And – I’ve told her – what I can remember of them – of my past relationships, including,” I coughed uncomfortably. “The occasional one night stand.”
“You – you fucked around on Claire?” her thin eyebrows rose.
“They were moments of weakness,” I admitted. “I had been drinking in a bar, drowning in my misery of missing your sister – and occasionally getting stoned, when I,” I sighed. “When I lost control. I always felt horrible afterward, which had nothing to do with the hangover and upset stomach. I was afraid that she would leave me every time I came home. And Claire could tell when I screwed up whenever I walked through the door. It was written on face. But Sarah, I truly and deeply love your sister, as much as my – er – hormones have proved otherwise.”
“I’ve seen you staring at me,” Sarah said flatly, her expression guarded.
“And I’ve told Claire,” I said. “She’s – accepted, somewhat, that I like to look at beautiful women.”
“And,” her voice lowered, her expression a mixture of curiosity and disbelief. “You think I’m beautiful?”
“It runs in the family,” I smiled. “And I’m family, too, ‘kay? So c’mon, talk to me like the brother I can be.” |