Turning off the water, I make a half-hearted attempt to dry myself and then throw the towel on the floor. Since I’m in the bathroom anyway, I check the wastebasket first. Two used condoms wrapped in toilet paper. Walking naked into the bedroom, I pull back the blanket and check the sheets. They look like they’ve been used and the damp spot in the middle smells like sex, or at least pussy. Okay. My imagination just got away from me for a minute. There is a girlfriend.
The ringing of the phone interrupts my thoughts. It’s Jeremy. I flip it open and say hello.
“Hi Aunt Sara,” Jeremy says excitedly. “I’m almost home and wondered if you were back.”
“I’m back,” I say guarding my words. I still can’t get the suspicion out of my head.
“Shall I come by and tell you about my date?” he asks, which should sound perfectly normal but I wonder.
“By looking at the evidence, it went pretty well,” I laugh, warming up to my nephew’s enthusiasm.
“Oh God! Aunt Sara,” he says. “It was better than pretty well,” he exclaims. “I’m pulling in now, do you want to hear about it?” I hesitate. I need to think about all of this with a clear head and I really don’t want him to see my red ass cheeks.
“Your mom and I drank a lot of margaritas tonight,” I tell him honestly. “I’m pretty out of it and just want to sleep. How about we talk tomorrow?”
“Sure,” he says, not hiding his disappointment.
“Congratulations!” I tell him. “Are you two going out again?”
“Yes, Megan wants to know when we can use your apartment again,” he laughs, back to his old self.
“Sounds like you really performed for her,” I answer, flashing on Jenny’s insistent desire to place a camera in my bedroom. “We’ll figure out a time for you to use the apartment,” I assure him.
“We performed for each other,” he says proudly. “I’ll tell you about it when I see you. Thank you, Aunt Sara!” he says. We hang up.
I crawl into bed but toss and turn all night. I dream that John, Jeremy and Jenny are all in a plot to make me their collective sex toy. I wake up determined to find out if I’m just imagining things. First, I’m going to do a few laps in the pool to try and clear my head.
I’m on my tenth lap when I see Jenny sitting on the steps with her feet in the water. I swim five more laps and then join her. She’s wearing a white two-piece swimsuit that lines up perfectly with the tan lines I saw yesterday. She’s smiling at me while drinking from a porcelain coffee mug.
“Good morning,” she says. “You’re energetic this morning.”
“Clearing my head,” I say as I shake water from my ears. “I don’t usually drink that much.”
“Your suit is beautiful,” she says. I’m wearing the floral print suit, the one that I used to entice Jeremy that first day. Jenny is staring at my tits, much like her son did. I almost expect her to stutter.
“Thanks,” I say, suddenly feeling nervous in her presence.
“Turn around and let me see the back,” she says and I start to do a little spin. When I’m turned completely around facing away from her, she stops me with her hand. My suit doesn’t completely cover my ass cheeks and she can see part of the rosy circles. She lifts the edge of my suit to look at the entire cheek. She repeats the maneuver with my other cheek.
“Did I go a little overboard?” she asks, smiling.
“It’s a little sore but I could have stopped you anytime I wanted,” I answer, turning back towards her. The way she’s looking at me, I feel like I’m naked. My pussy reacts of its own accord. Why am I getting turned on by my sister? I’m not a lesbian!
“I came out in this bright morning sun to see if you were okay,” she says, looking at me intently. “I know last night wasn’t what you were expecting and I hope you don’t hate me.”
“Hate you?” I ask. “No way! I was definitely surprised but no, I could never hate you,”
“Then you enjoyed yourself?” she asks hesitantly.
“I think that was obvious,” I answer, blushing.
“Good!” she says as if that settles something. “Because I woke up this morning with a brainstorm,” she says, smiling at me.
“Uh-oh!” I smile nervously but intrigued at what she might be thinking.
“Don’t answer right away,” she says. “Just promise me you’ll listen to my idea and then think about it, okay?”
“Sure, okay,” I answer, wondering if this is about watching Jeremy and Megan or more about her and I.
“Promise,” she says, in the same voice she called me a slut last night.
“Okay. I promise I’ll listen to you and think about your idea,” I say, falling into my submissive, younger sister role and wondering if I’ll ever out grow it.
“In two weeks it’ll be John’s 40th birthday,” she says. “And I’ve been stumped about what to get him. The man has everything,” she’s rambling and speaking rapidly. “I want it to be extra special, something he’ll never forget,” she says. Her eyes are locked on mine and she takes a deep breath. “I want to give him you,” she finally whispers.
“Me?” I almost choke. What the fuck is she talking about? I’m not hers to give to anyone. Wait! Is this her way of giving us permission because she already knows?
“Well, not just you,” she says calmly. “John’s most erotic fantasy is to be with two women. Those are the porn videos he likes to watch,” she says, taking a deep breath. I remember he had a lot of threesome videos when I used to baby-sit Jeremy. “I’m asking you to be the other girl, Sara,” she says. I open my mouth to speak but she cuts me off.
“Remember your promise, Sara. Just listen and give it some thought,” she says quickly.
“Okay,” I answer with more conviction than I feel. Can this really be happening? Is Jenny offering to share John with me? My pussy likes the idea. I’m glad my suit is already wet. Should I ask her if this is just for one night? Would that make me sound too anxious?
“John really likes you Sara,” she says, bringing me back to the threesome idea. “It was his idea to offer you the apartment.” It was? John said that me being back is what triggered our reunion but did he manipulate that? Now I’m completely dumbfounded.
“Don’t you see if he’s ever going to get his fantasy, this is the time?” Jenny says, trying to sell me on the idea. “And you’re the perfect person,” she smiles. “We’ll put on a little girl-on-girl show for him,” she teases. “And then… well, please think about it, Sara.”
“I will,” I say, standing up and walking over to retrieve my towel from a chaise lounge. I have a lot to think about.