“Grrrrowl,” she answered, “Momma’s gotta protect her baby. What do they know?”
“Nothing it looks like, but the Momma suspects.” I sighed.
Debbie seemed a bit subdued. “More chaos on the home front.”
“Oh no. What now?” I asked.
“Sisters. Maybe you should talk to Karen. She’s upstairs alone.” She peeled my arms from around her, and gave me a push.
Sisters. What had I been thinking.
* * *
Karen was in bed, but let me in. She’d been awake, reading, it looked like. She was wearing an oversized tee, crawled back into bed, and patted the bed at her side for me to sit down.
“So you already heard, hunh?” She asked wearily.
“Nope. But Debbie thought we should talk.”
Ten seconds later I had a sobbing Karen on my hands. The last thing I ever expected. She was a cruel-world-hardened woman who’d been through a lot. Tears had never been a part of it as far as I knew.
I held her while she sobbed and the story came out.
She’d raised her sister since Robin was fourteen. By the time Robin was seventeen, she’d been a major factor in breaking up Karen’s engagement at the time. By the time little sis was shuffled off to college, it turned out she’d slept with at least three of Karen’s serious relationships. Including her ex-husband. There was a lot of anguish roiling around in her.
She calmed down over time and talked more in depth about her sister’s problems. She always had to chase whoever Karen was with. After two years of college, they had seemed to get along well enough for Robin to move back in with her, but that only lasted a few months, before it happened again. It was like she couldn’t help herself.
“What’s wrong with me?” she sobbed in self-pity. “Why can’t I keep a man?” she asked.
“It’s certainly not a problem with this,” I told her teasingly, trying to add a little levity by caressing her body.
“For you maybe. You’d fuck a snake if it would stay still long enough,” she giggled, sniffing.
“It would have to be a big snake, and non-poisonous,” I assured her.
“It sure didn’t keep you tethered to me,” she whined. “Within two weeks you had a new little chippie, and I was relegated to third string.”
“I thought you didn’t want any serious relationship with me,” I countered.
“I know, but still it’s hard.”
“Hard, and not looking like it’s getting any relief soon,” I teased again, thrusting my hips into her side.
“GOD. You are impossible.” She growled, but I think she liked the idea of turning me on. She could still do that easily enough. And I hadn’t fucked her sister. Yet.
Before I could defend myself, she sat up in bed, and wrestled my pants off of me. Within a twinkling she had her shirt off, and was delightfully naked. She crawled on top of me, slid me inside and rested on my chest.
“I love how you feel inside me,” she said softly.
I held her, just nudging my hips back and forth, stroking her back. “Me too.”
“Why can’t it just be like this?” she asked softly.
“It can, whenever you want.” I told her
“It’s why I always come back to you. It’s never just you and me, but it’s always wonderful,” she purred, holding me tightly. “At least this time I’m not your damn slave. I mean, not legally.”
“What about Jim?” I asked, purposely ignoring her odd reference.
“Oh, Jim’s going to fuck her. I know it.”
“You want me to throw her ass out? I will.”
“I know you will,” she said, getting up off me and riding me a little less delicately. “It’s nice to know. But I don’t think so.”
“Having her in the room, while you two are screwing can’t be helping the situation.” I told her.
“I don’t know. She’s always done it behind my back. I’m wondering if this wouldn’t change things.” She told me, her tits rocking back and forth just in front of my face, distracting me.
“Maybe. It seems to be a deep-rooted thing. I don’t think she does it out of spite. Maybe she can’t help herself.” I said, while thrusting a little more urgently.
“I know. She’s so repentant afterwards. And once she takes them, she dumps them right away.” She had been unbuttoning my shirt. Once she had it open she stopped, resting a bit.
I turned her onto her back, and entered her again, easily. I pealed off my shirt, and tossed it to the side.
“She wants what you have. Because you have it. Maybe sharing with her would be enough.” I told her, giving her long smooth strokes.
She had closed her eyes, and now she opened them. I could see a bit of fire in them. “She should just get her own guy.”
“I know. Maybe we can help with that. There’re plenty of guys at work who could use a girlfriend.” I said.
“I wouldn’t wish that on anyone,” she laughed, wrapping her legs around me, and pulling me in. “Fuck me, Jack, like you care.”
“Silly girl.” I laughed, thrusting deeply. “You know I care.”
“I know. I just need to be reminded.”
I didn’t know if she meant she needed the fucking or the caring. Probably both. I was willing enough to help out in both areas.