“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.