As soon as I’m back in my apartment, I strip off my clothes and start the shower. As I wait for the water to warm up, I turn to look at my ass in the mirror. A bright red spot on the fleshy part of each cheek brings back the events of the evening. I cup one cheek, placing the palm of my hand lightly against the sore area. It’s hot to the touch and my pussy tingles at the lingering memory of my sister’s hand.
The shower is ready and I step into it. As the water cascades over my body, I will my muscles to relax. With soap on my hands, I leisurely let them roam my body. I am such a slut! Every member of my sister’s family has had their way with me. First John, then Jeremy and now Jenny. What am I their play toy? The idea fogs my brain. Wait a minute! No way! It can’t be!
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.