Finally, Becky broke the silence. “I think I’ll sleep in Joey’s room tonight,” she said, like the thought had just occurred to her. The siblings looked at each other, shared a goofy laugh, then practically skipped up the stairs holding hands.
“That’s going to be a problem,” I said, watching my wife’s little butt jiggle as she went up the stairs.
“Probably,” Sierra said. She reached down and squeezed my hand. I looked into her eyes. I’d noticed them earlier, of course, but suddenly I found them positively striking. Almost more beautiful than the girl herself. Which, as I’ve said, was really saying something.
“So, I have a guest bed upstairs,” I said, “If you’d like to check it out. There’s a whole collection of creepy dishware and everything. Plus, a few old boardgames.”
“Sounds like something I have to see,” Sierra said.
When we finally fell asleep, my dick was still buried in her perfect pussy.
* * * * *
I didn’t spend the next Thanksgiving with the Wisniewskis because I was no longer married to a Wisniewski. Instead, I ended up driving six hours to Boston and getting a tiny hotel room right outside the city center.
I got dressed in a charcoal suit with a light blue tie and flagged an Uber downtown. I sat in a dark restaurant, surprisingly full for the holiday, and ordered a bottle of Merlot.
When she walked in a minute later, I swear the whole restaurant turned to stare. She was wearing a bright red, sleeveless dress, the hem coming halfway up her thigh. Her breasts pushed out like they were desperate to escape. Her hips swinging in time to the background jazz.
She walked right up to my table, disappointing quite a few potential suitors, and beamed at me broad and bright.
“Hi baby,” Sierra said.
“Hi beautiful,” I said. I got up and pulled out her chair. She sat down and tossed her long hair. Fuck me. I still couldn’t get over the girl I was going with.
It wasn’t easy all the time. Sierra was a twenty-one-year-old coed finishing college and planning on grad school. I was a thirty-three-year-old man working in finance some 200 miles away. When we did get together, half the time people thought she was my daughter. Or maybe my niece. I didn’t care. I loved the most beautiful woman in the world, and, for some reason, she’d decided that she loved me.
“Happy anniversary,” I told her once I’d filled her glass.
Sierra raised her eyebrow at me, provocatively. “Is that what we’re calling this day now?” she said.
“It’s the day we got together for the first time,” I said, “The worst and best day of my life.”
“About that,” Sierra said, “There’s something I need to confess.”
“Oh really?” I asked. I put my menu down. My heart started thumping in my chest. A thousand scenarios flitted through my mind and not one of them was good.
“Last year,” Sierra said, “Before Thanksgiving even happened. Joey told me he had feelings for Becky.”
“He just came out and told you,” I said, dubious.
“He showed me the painting he’d done,” Sierra said, “I mean, I already knew how he looked at her from the year before.”
“It didn’t take a master detective to figure that one out,” I said.
“Right,” Sierra said with a rueful grin. “So, I confronted him, and he told me he’d been crushing on his sister forever. I think he thought I’d freak out or something?”
“But you didn’t.”
“No,” and here Sierra’s voice got very low. She looked down at the table, her face flushed. “I, um, I kind of have a thing. For that kind of thing.”
“I see.”
“The idea of it, seeing that? It turned me on,” Sierra continued, “So, I told Joey I would, um, help him. You know? Make his wish come true. I didn’t think it would go as far as it did, I swear. I thought maybe they’d kiss or whatever. Get it out of his system. Like with the threesome I told you about. Though, just like before, it kind of blew up in my face.”
“You brought the boardgame,” I said.
“And hid it in the guest room knowing Becky would find it,” Sierra said, “I may also have shuffled the cards in a certain way? You know, to get the right results?”
“So, you and me?” I asked. Her explanation made sense. But I couldn’t see where Sierra was going with this and it had me worried.
“Well, if Joey was going to get his crush girl, why couldn’t I have my older guy fantasy?” Sierra reached over and squeezed my hands. “Seriously, I couldn’t stop thinking about you after we me the year before.”
“I guess it worked out,” I said.
“I guess,” Sierra said, “I’m sorry about Becky though.”
“No, it’s ok,” I said, “Something like that? Our marriage was broken well before you got to it.”
“You think they’re having Thanksgiving dinner with each other right now?” Sierra asked.
“Honestly? I don’t give a fuck,” I said, “I’m just glad I get to be with you. At least for a little while.”
“Only a few more months of this,” Sierra said, “Thank you for being so patient with me.”
“You’re worth waiting for,” I said.
“First graduation,” Sierra said, ticking it off on her fingers, “Then NYU. And then?” She lowered her eyes, waiting for me to take the bait.
“What?” I asked, genuinely confused.
“Then you get me pregnant,” Sierra said. A wide, genuine smile slipped across her face.
I chuckled. I really liked that plan, honestly.
“There’s just one thing,” Sierra said, “I don’t suppose you have any sisters?”
“I’m an only child,” I said.
Sierra pouted; her lips pursed. But then she looked right at me. Her enchanting emerald eyes were as bright as I’d ever seen them.
“Maybe we can pretend.”