“What brought you to my house?” I asked, noticing she had a suitcase with her.
“Don’t you remember?” She sighed and stared at me. “I told you I was heading out west for the writer’s faire and that I’d be stopping by Sunday night. Don’t tell me that you forgot?”
“I…no…I mean yes. I forgot.”
“Well that’s part of the problem. Her sister was in the hospital and she left to help her out for a few days. Things have been kind of crazy around here, especially with work. It doesn’t matter though. You’re always welcome and we always have room for you.”
“Well that explains a lot,” Wendy said laughing. “Are you cooking? Something smells wonderful.”
“Well, not exactly,” I said grabbing Wendy’s suitcase and setting it near the stairs. “Do you remember Rachel, our babysitter?”
“She’s here? She’s cooking?”
“Yes. It was all Kathy’s idea.”
“Of course,” Wendy replied. “I see.”
There was no love lost between my sister and my wife. “Come and say hi to the kids,” I said, leading Wendy to the back of the house.
As soon as the kids saw her, they came running in from the back yard. “Hi Aunt
Wendy!” they said in unison, smothering her in hugs and kisses.
“Hi,” Rachel said sheepishly, standing in the doorway.
“Hi Rachel,” Wendy said, arching her eyebrows, obviously shocked by Rachel’s barely covered breasts. “Shouldn’t…never mind…do you remember me from a few a few years ago? You’ve changed.”
“Thank you,” Rachel replied. “I do remember you.”
At this point the kids ran back outside to finish making mud pies and Rachel hurried along behind them.
“we need to talk,” Wendy said angrily at me. “She looks like a slut and in front of
the kids.” She said.
“I was upstairs working and just now came down. I had no idea,” I defended himself.
My own anger was rising; or was it guilt?
“Okay…Christ, I’m sorry,” Wendy said putting her hand on my arm. “It’s been a long drive and I’m a little grumpy. I was just shocked. I know that’s how girls dress these days.
Could you tell her to change shirts, for me?”
“Of course,” I replied. “Why don’t you go upstairs and freshen up. Rachel was staying in the guest room but it’s all yours. She won’t mind sleeping on the couch.
Wendy just nodded and took her bags upstairs. I called Rachel in, but before I could say anything, she told me that she was going upstairs to change shirts and get her stuff out of the guest room.
“That was easy,” I said to myself. Why did she have to make everything so damn easy
I and Wendy spent the rest of the afternoon catching up and playing with the kids as Rachel made dinner. “It’s like having your own live in housekeeper,” Wendy said as Rachel call from the kitchen that dinner was ready. I smirked. It was a lot more than that.
Dinner was great and Wendy started warming up to Rachel. They both kicked me out of the kitchen and cleaned up together. They were actually having a good time in there, jokingbaround. I thought that it was nice to have the sound of friendly laughter coming out of
the kitchen for a change.
When it was time to turn in for the night, Wendy apologized for taking the guest room andboffered it back to Rachel.
“No thanks Wendy,” Rachel replied. “I’m fine out here and these couches are very
comfortable. I’ll probably sleep better than you.”
I hoped so. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to resist her if she snuck into my room
I woke up in the middle of the night with a massive hard on. Well, that wasn’t quite
right. I awoke in the middle of the night to Rachel jacking me off to my full length and hardness.
“Rachel! What are you doing? My sister is in the next room!” I hissed at her.
To be Continued. .