Jack’s sisters-in-law plan an intervention (Part 2)

I had never had carnal thoughts about Joyce before. She was married with a four year old Angela when Anna and I got married. Anna’s younger sister ‘Frankie’ was only eleven. All three sisters had auburn colored hair of differing lengths and styles. They all had the same emerald green eyes and pouty lips. Joyce and Anna had the same full and round, larger than average breasts. ‘Frankie’ was just beginning to develop her breasts then. Even in recent years when Joyce came by to check on me I hadn’t had such thoughts. I guess I had just put away any sexual thoughts after Anna died until the old couple next door, followed by Jacob and Ashley’s public sex and then Priya, Divi and Joanna pulled my libido from the doldrums and really got my juices flowing. I think about sex now as much as I did when I was dating Anna in college, which was constantly.

Joyce and Angela came out on the deck and took chairs next to my zero-gravity chair in the shade. Joyce said, “Jack come over and sit and visit with us.” I assessed the condition of my erection and decided it was deflated enough to do as she asked. I sat facing them and tipped back a little and locked the position.

Joyce said, “Tell us about your new girlfriend.” Angela had a surprised look on her face and looked at her mother. My mouth opened and shut a couple times as my mind attempted to provide a logical response to her statement. I must have looked like one of those guppies in a fish tank.

Like the idiot that I can be, I said, “What do you mean? I don’t have a girlfriend, which was technically correct.” I figured that Joyce had the wet foot prints on the hardwood floor for evidence but that was all. Wrong.

Joyce just smiled at me for a moment as she seemed to contemplate whether or not she should push the issue. She decided to push it. “Jack sweetie, your bedroom reeks of sex and recent sex at that. There’s a jar of petroleum jelly on your bedspread. Is that your new sleeping partner? The wet, female foot prints on the floor leading to the slider?” She just grinned at me while I fumbled around for a response. Angela looked back and forth from her mother to me waiting for one or the other to say something.

“Alright Sherlock, I have recently been enjoying sex again. It’s been thirteen years and I had forgotten what sex was like.” I shut up after that and looked from Joyce to Angela who was also grinning at me. I looked away from them and watched a boat towing a water-skier. Anything to avoid Joyce’s probing eyes.

Joyce scooched her chair closer to mine and leaned in and said, “It’s about time. Anna is gone and you need to move on with your life. You should have long before now. You moved out here in the boonies to bury yourself in your sorrow. I get it. We all took a hit when she died. You probably won’t believe me, but we all worry about you. Frankie and I got together recently to discuss it.” She grinned at Angela and said, “Sorry baby. It looks like someone else beat us to it.”

Before I could analyze what Joyce’s last statement to Angela meant, the doorbell rang again. ‘What the fuck,’ I thought. Angela and Joyce were arguing amongst themselves as I went to answer the door. I could see Frankie on the other side of the screen door as I walked toward the breezeway from the deck. She had a huge smile on her face. I hadn’t seen Frankie in many years and I was taken aback at how much she looked like Anna. My heart stopped for a moment and my breathing quickened. She was displaying her Anna sized boobs and cleavage in a half-cup bikini top with a flimsy transparent multi-colored wrap tied to her hips exposing her tight abs and trim waist. I quickly estimated that Frankie was a couple inches taller than either of her sisters.