Eric Courtney - The married sister

She sat, resigned, that strange sad look coming into her eyes again. With a deep sigh, she got to her feet and made her way to the kitchen where she started preparing breakfast. Both of her men would be hungry.

It was Lee who awoke first, rubbing his face then listening. Noises coming from the kitchen, small early morning cup-and-saucer noises. He got up noiselessly, put on his pants and crept to the kitchen. Gail was standing with her back to the door when he entered. He hadn't made a sound yet he saw her back stiffen. She felt him behind her. She turned slowly, looking at him with large grave eyes.

He took her in quickly. She had changed physically. Something different in her face. Maybe it was self-pity. Whatever it was, it was a sign to Lee. She still wasn't broken. She was still full of pretense, she was still a "good girl". She still wasn't what he called, "liberated". She still felt guilt and felt there was a "normal" way to behave in bed.

It was with a thin lipped grin that, he crossed the room in his bare feet, thinking: I'll take care of her.

He took her in his arms and kissed her on the mouth, running his tongue in and out as one hand closed over her buttocks. "Hiya, babe," he whispered, pulling his mouth away. "I'm back."

Gail was fighting him with all her strength, glancing over his shoulder toward the bedroom. "Lee!" she hissed, hitting his bare chest with her fists. "Rod is in there! Stop it!"

For an answer, Lee thrust his hips forward and rubbed his groin against hers. Under his pants, he was as naked as she was under her housecoat. "Been a long time, babe. I want to fuck that little million volt pussy of yours again."

"Stop that talk! You're insane!" she whispered fiercely, fighting to pull away but feeling her strength and resolution ebbing fast. She fought against a animal desire to throw open her housecoat and let him fuck her right on the kitchen floor with her husband, Rod, joining in. Let him watch her brother fucking her, let the two of them do anything they wanted to her! "Oh, Lee," she moaned, trying feebly to pull away. "Why did you have to come back?" she wailed, her voice rising slightly.

Lee let go of her, looked over his shoulder and walked to the table and slid on a chair. "How about some black coffee?" he asked in a cheery voice.

His luck or intuition held. Rod was up and coming out, yawning and stretching. "Well, he's here. Hey, what are you doing on your feet?" he asked, taking Gail in his arms and kissing her.

A lewd thrill ran through her. She felt her cunt moist and itching with desire between her thighs as she looked at Lee grinning at her with that wild look on his face. No matter what else she felt, it was exciting, being caressed by two different men one right after the other.

"Well, there he is. Does he look all right? Only thing wrong with him is a broom closet."

"What?" Gail asked and the two men laughed.

She was led back to the couch and, while they both made breakfast and kidded back and forth in the kitchen, she tried hard to compose herself and make light banter back. She learned that Lee had left school by popular request and her mind imagined what had happened in the closet and she insanely wished that it had been her, that they had thrown the door open and caught them fucking and they had gone on, right in front of them.

She jerked herself back to reality with the silent warning that such thoughts were bad and the dreaded admittance that she thought of them – sex fantasies – increasingly. She sat on the couch and watched her brother and husband with increasing disbelief. They got along so well together and Lee was so charming and full of locker room camaraderie with Rod. At times, she sat stunned by the secrets she held when she watched Lee's seemingly innocent yet brazen behavior. His audacity was unbelievable! They sat in the living room, and the late afternoon sun slanted long into the room. Rod had mixed a batch of martinis while Lee was playing a Rolling Stones album on the stereo he had rushed out to purchase, Rod driving him to the nearest record store, and was now enthusiastically trying to get Gail and Rod to like the music.

Rod was tolerant and unimpressed. They sat sipping their drinks until Lee suddenly, again, unpredictably, leaping to his feet and snapping the stereo off. He looked down at Rod with a smile twitching his lips. Then he turned and stared seriously at Gail on the couch. He turned back to Rod, his face set and serious. "I've got something to tell you. Something I wanted to tell you last night."

His manner, his tone of voice made Rod sit up. "Well, what?"

Again Lee swung around to face Gail on the couch. It seemed her face was drained of all color and the knuckles of her hand tightened, growing white, around the glass she held. She didn't breathe or blink. She couldn't. She was frozen with fear.

Lee looked back at Rod. "Gail and I have a secret," he said, his voice low and each word loud and clear.

Rod stiffened, not sure of what he was going to hear; not sure that he wanted to hear it. "Okay," he said gravely, "Let's hear it."

Lee looked hard at Rod then Gail for a moment and Gail felt as if she were on the verge of screaming, a scream she wouldn't be able to stop.

"Well, when I was here before, when you were away, we… no, it was me. I made Gail do something."

Rod licked his lips and nodded. It was coming, the whole sordid mess, he thought. His eyes flicked at Gail who was sitting like a marble statue, her eyes riveted on her brother. "What," Rod asked in a low voice, "Did you make Gail do?"

Lee held a palm out, "Well, actually I talked her into it. Listen, it's all my fault and I take the blame. It was my idea and…"

"Get to it!" Rod said, his face hard.

"Well," Lee suddenly looked like a charming boy, abashed at what he had done. "I talked her into smoking some grass."

The three of them seemed caught in a frozen tableau for an eternity of seconds before Rod took on a look of amusement and threw back his head and laughed and Gail seemed to grow smaller and sag back in relief on the couch, a silly dazed smile on her lips while Lee kicked his toe into the carpet, winked at Gail then turned a lamb-like face to Rod. "Like I said, it's all my fault."

"That's it!" Rod said, pointing at his wife who tried to laugh back. "That's what's been bugging you! Even after I told you I had smoked it!" He was up, grinning, going to his wife and kissing her on the mouth. "You were worried! How did you feel, like some dope fiend?" he asked.

Gail hugged him, thankful her brother hadn't just come out and told all the truth. She wasn't completely sure that he wouldn't just for the hell of it, come right out and say it.

Her relief was entirely artificial yet she seized the opportunity to feel closer to her husband. He had her in his arms and she was looking over his shoulder at her brother standing slouched in the middle of the room, grinning at her, immensely pleased with himself.

Rod seemed elated that his doubts were so easily assuaged; he drank and laughed and got up, slapping Lee on the shoulder. "You son-of-a-gun! I might have known!" He was suddenly full of questions and plans. He discovered that Lee could get some. With a broad wink that Gail couldn't see, he asked Lee. "How long will it take?"

"Well, it depends. I could make a phone call."

It was agreed and Lee went into the bedroom to make the call. Gail motioned to Rod to come close to her so that Lee wouldn't hear. "Rod, I don't want to take any."

"Ah, come on, it's all right."

"I mean it. I don't like what… I just don't like it."

Rod was too elated to really listen. He drained his glass and poured himself a generous amount of straight scotch. He raised his glass in a mock toast. "Don't be a prude. Listen, I tell you it's all right. Little grass won't hurt a thing."