Around 10:30 she disengaged from me and dug her phone out, doing a quick check of her email.
“Well, it looks like there is more damage to our power supply than just the cable cut. They are telling us to work from home tomorrow. I probably should go home because they will probably be calling me early and I doubt management will take kindly to me working from your house in my underwear.”
I suggested that we do dinner on Friday (rather than sex on the subway again). Megan agreed.
We kissed and said our somewhat gropey goodbyes then she got dressed and headed out.
I killed the lights, crawled into bed, and slept well for about four hours. Then I woke up and spent the rest of the night tossing and turning, thinking about Megan – and about what she had said about my sister and I.
PART III
I managed another hour or so of sleep before the alarm went off.
Thursday at work went uneventfully. Megan was busy, and we had no interaction except pure business. We were still working remotely because of the power cut and related damage, so we didn’t have any face-to-face time.
I had just wrapped up for the day and was considering what I would do that evening when my phone rang with a video call from my sister.
“Hi Jesse,” I answered. “What’s up?”
“Hi Bryce. I was wondering, do you want to come by for dinner? We haven’t just talked in awhile, or seen each other face to face. You’re my brother and the only living relative I’m close to so we should see each other in the flesh at least occasionally. I’ve got fixings for fajitas. You down with that?”
“Sounds good.”
I pulled on a polo and a pair of khaki shorts and was over her place by about 6:00. Jesse met me at the door in a short flowered sundress and we hugged. She looked really cute.
The fajitas were good and we chatted through dinner and a half a bottle of wine. After eating we wandered out onto her balcony with the rest of the wine. We sat down on a porch swing. The evening was cool and a gentle breeze was coming through the air. We sat in silence for awhile staring out across the city.
The words that Megan had said about my sister and I having things to work out had been churning in my brain all day. I knew she was right, my sister and I most definitely had things to work out.
I was working up the courage to broach the topic – a topic we hadn’t discussed in years – when she spoke first.
“I talked to Megan today,” she said.
“Yeah?” I said.
“She told me you too had fucked.”
“Ditto,” I said, taking a sip of my wine.
“You’re not jealous, are you?” she asked.
“No, not at all,” I replied, looking at her. “You?”
Jesse shook her head. “She also said…” she started, then paused.
I finished her statement for her. “She said she wouldn’t know how she felt about either of us until we sorted things out between us, right?” I asked.
My sister nodded.
“Is that why you asked me over tonight?” I asked. “So we could sort things out?”
She nodded again, nervously.
“I’m glad you did,” I said. “Last night I was thinking about that night, the night we were caught.”
“I think about that night a lot,” she said.
“So do I. I always wondered what our lives would’ve been like if that hadn’t happened.”
That night in question happened shortly before the shoplifting episode when I was sixteen and Jesse was seventeen. We had been at the neighborhood swimming hole with some friends and had come back late. We’d had some beers so we were a little tipsy.
We snuck inside without our mother hearing us, and made for her bedroom, where we intended to say good night then I would go to my room. Our aunt, who was visiting from out of town, was asleep in the guest room.
As we stood in my sister’s room, feeling silly and giggling, I went to hug her good night, but somehow changed my mind mid-stream and kissed her instead. She giggled and asked me what I was doing.
I had suddenly gotten nervous and self conscious, so I pulled back. But now that Jesse was turned on, she wasn’t taking no for an answer. We started undressing and one thing led to another. But suddenly, the next thing I knew, our aunt Brenda was standing in our room staring at us as we grabbed at our clothes and pulled them on hurriedly.
Busted.
Thankfully Brenda never told, though she would later exact an even heavier price – but that story was for another night.
“Never happened?” Jesse asked. “Do you mean if we didn’t make out or if we didn’t get caught?”
“Didn’t get caught,” I said. There was a long pause before either of spoke again.
“Who do you think Megan loves more?” Jesse asked.
“She’s your friend,” I said.
“That’s not what I asked.”
“I don’t know. I just know she said she wouldn’t know until we sorted out whatever was between us. I actually think she would love it if all three of us were a thing.”
“Do you love me?” Jesse asked.
“You’re my sister,” I said. “Of course I love you.”
“Not like that,” she said, turning towards me and leaning her shoulder against mine. “I mean, that night we were caught, did you love me? Do you love me now?”
“I don’t know, so much has happened since that night. I think I loved you then. I might love you now. I just don’t know,” I said, with a sigh.
“Megan is right, we need to sort this out,” Jesse said.
She turned even further so the side of her chest was pressing against my arm. She wasn’t lithe like Megan, she was curvier, though not fat by any stretch, she just had a bigger chest and wider hips. And her larger chest was now pressed against my arm. Her skin was soft and I realized she had no bra on underneath. I could feel her hard nipple underneath the fabric.
Something stirred inside me. Something I hadn’t considered since that night so long ago. Something that had been stuffed by juvie and by halfway houses and by getting the butt end of life for one tiny mistake.
I turned to her. The sun was setting and the breeze ruffled her dark hair. My sister looked gorgeous.
Inside my shorts my cock began to stir.
My sister spoke up. “Your relationships are going nowhere, my relationships are going nowhere, and Megan is suddenly in the middle of all this trying to decide her feelings for both of us. It’s fucked up and it’s probably not going to get unfucked until we sort ourselves out.”
“What if we decide we want each other and tell Megan she’s out of luck?” I said.
“She’s a big girl, she’ll get through it,” Jesse said. She put her hand on my thigh a few inches from my growing erection. “But more importantly, I really just think she wants us to be happy regardless whether or not she is in the picture.”
The strap on her sundress had slipped off her shoulder and was almost to her elbow. The front of the dress had slipped down and one of her breasts was dangerously close to freedom. She ran her hand up my leg to the cuff of my shorts, then slipped her fingers into the leg of my shorts until they encountered the tip of my stiffening cock.
I leaned down and kissed my sister on the lips. She pressed back firmly. We disengaged, then re-engaged with more gusto, our lips parting, our tongues intertwining.
I realized this was the moment I had secretly craved ever since that night we were caught.
She smelled of lilac perfume, and her fragrance mixed with my aftershave, creating a heady aroma. I ran my fingers through her long dark hair and then down to her dress. I pulled her breast clear of the fabric and softly brushed it with my fingertips, teasing the nipple and gently caressing the underside. Her long nipple was already hard. I disengaged my lips from hers and leaned down, running my tongue over the aureole. I could feel the nipple hardening under my touch.
Suddenly Jesse pushed my head away and stood up, retreating inside. I followed her in.
“Are you okay?” I asked as she stood in the center of the living room, head in hands.
“I’m just…not sure all of a sudden,” she said, pulling the strap of her dress up to cover herself.
“I understand, it’s a lot to process,” I said. “Maybe Megan is right. Maybe we should see a therapist before we take the big leap.”
“The problem with that is that any therapist would probably tell us outright that what we are thinking about doing is wrong. I need a more balanced viewpoint.”
“There’s always Megan,” I said, half-jokingly.
“Right, and on the other side of the coin there’s Megan.”
There was a long, uncomfortable silence, then Jesse shook her head and came to me, wrapped her arms around me, and laid her head on my shoulder.
“Jeez, Bryce, what the fuck are we going to do.”
The smell of her perfume and the conditioner in her hair, the feel of her body pressed against mine, her breasts against my chest with just two thin layers of fabric between us. I hugged her to me and felt my erection growing again. Underneath her dress I could feel her nipples harden.
She looked at me and we gazed into each other’s eyes for a long moment. Then our lips met.
Then Jesse’s phone rang.
“Fuck,” she said and disengaged, reaching for the phone on the coffee table.
“Speak of the devil,” she said, hitting the answer button. Megan’s face popped up on the phone’s screen. “Hi Megan.”
“Hi Jesse, oh hi Bryce. You guys hanging out? I didn’t interrupt anything did I?” she asked. I looked closely at the picture on the screen. Megan was calling us from the bathtub, bubbles piled high around her.
“Um,” Jesse said, looking at me, then at the phone. “We were just working on sorting out some things, you know, like you said we needed to.”
“That’s awesome,” Megan said. “I can leave you two alone. I was just dropping in to say hi.”
“Wait,” Jesse said. “Don’t go yet. We’re kind of, well, stuck.”
“Stuck? Do you want some help?” she said.
Jesse and I looked at each other, I shrugged.
“Yeah,” I said finally. “We could use some help.”
“I’m not a therapist,” Megan said. “But I might be able to help. I’ll be right over.”
The phone went dead.
“You know what this means, right?” Jesse asked.
“It means we are opening ourselves up to that three-way relationship,” I answered.
“Right,” she said. “I think I’m okay with that.”
“Me too.”
We sat down on the couch, side-by-side, holding hands. We both wanted each other, but we were holding back.
“We need to tell Megan the whole story,” I said.
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