Preface: As I worked on part two of my little tale, I found it was incredibly difficult to continue omitting names. After a long internal debate, I've added names. Whether they're everyone's actual names or not is up to your imagination to decide...
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I stared at the ceiling fan continuing to cycle the warm August air around the room. I was still laying naked in bed with my sister's ex, who the night before had ravaged me the likes of which I had only dreamt of. I could still feel his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips, his warm breath on my neck, his seed clinging inside of me, whatever hadn't fallen out. I didn't sleep at all that night. I had to figure out a way to make this happen again.
Only about a day earlier, Matt had found out my sister, Katie, was cheating on him with a much older man. It was no fault of his own and more the fault of her compulsion. And while she knew it was wrong and told me this repeatedly, she couldn't stop herself. While part of me wanted to take pity on her, the majority of me couldn't deny my desire to have her ex all to myself. Let her indulge her fantasy for mature men and I would give her ex all the heated, toe-curling sex he craved but wasn't getting from her.
The scenarios that danced through my head that night covered a wide range of possibilities. Some were outrageous and hard to even imagine. Others were a bit more practical. By those early morning hours, I had narrowed it down to three ideas. I would take the day to decide what would be best. But first, I needed some more information.
I snuck my phone out and texted my sister. "You ok?" I silenced it to hide our conversation. Soon, a response came through.
"No, no sleep, I feel horrible."
"I'll come see you today, k?"
"Thanks"
I smirked as I slid the phone under the pillow. Matt started to stir next to me and a rush of adrenaline shot through me. It was like I forgot that it had all been real. Now, as he moved and our skin brushed against each other's, it was all authentic again.
His eyes opened slowly. He caught a glimpse of me and smiled, pulled me in, and kissed me on the forehead. I couldn't help but smile back.
"We could get in a lot of trouble if anyone knew about this, huh?" He asked. I couldn't answer, just nodded.
I fought myself to not ask the next question but it needed to be addressed. "I guess that means we can't do this again, huh?"
He sighed and dropped his head against the pillow. It wasn't a question he wanted to deal with right now either. As he wrestled with his thoughts, I took the chance to admire his naked body. He wasn't the peak of physical design but he wasn't far from it either. His skin clung tightly over the muscles of his back and as he breathed I could see more definition. His shoulders were perfect; nothing else needs to be said. Just as my gaze worked its way down to his beautifully-crafted ass, he picked up his head.
"No, we can't do this anymore." He didn't look at me. "Don't get me wrong, Brandy, it was amazing and I've wanted that for a long time. I just don't know what's going on with me and your sister. I don't know where that's going to go. I don't know what I want."
"I understand." I did, truly, but I hated every word. She had won simply because I could never win. I could see in the tortured look on his face that, despite the pain, deep down he still loved her. My heart sank and I thought for a moment that maybe they weren't as over as they seemed all day yesterday.
As I got to my car, though, I started to think maybe this played to my advantage. Maybe this told me which of my three options was a winner. The proverbial light bulb went off in my head. I knew what I had to do and the pieces were all in place already. Now I just had to be patient.
I stopped at home on my way to my sister's and stumbled in. I pulled my laptop open and searched frantically. I knew it was on Facebook but I couldn't find it. I scrolled seemingly forever and finally, I had it. I tried to take as many mental notes as I could. "Geeze, I'm going to need a bigger purse."
I must have looked like I'd never run before. The mix of nervousness and the need to be quick did not result in a very graceful presentation. I found my biggest purse and returned to take more mental notes. This was taking too long. As I stared at the computer screen, I suddenly remembered quite simply that I had a printer.
I grabbed the image from the printer, stuffed it in the deepest pocket of my purse, and ran out the door. I fought with myself over the whole drive to my sister's. Could I really do this? I mean, this was taking that betrayal I already felt to a whole different level.
I sat at a red light and let my thoughts drift off. I could hear him saying my name as he fucked me into the ground. I could feel his hand around my throat again. I suddenly felt the tingle of the cum he had left inside of me. My hand shot between my legs and I smirked. I completely forgot he didn't have a condom. I made a mental note to stop at the pharmacy on the way home. I needed something else anyway.
It wasn't until I pulled into my sister's driveway that I really snapped out of my fantasy. I took a moment to collect myself and then walked in. The way Katie was acting, you'd think she was the one who had been cheated on. I did my sisterly duty and acted as concerned and sorry as I could for her. All the while, I held back thoughts of the night before. I fought the urge to thank her for giving me the opportunity to be filled from behind by her now ex. I nodded, I faked interest, I offered empty support, but all the while I was plotting, scheming how I would be his slut again. It was all I could think of.
Finally, my sister paused her sobbing and looked at her phone with a grin. "He called me. I'm going to call him back, this will be a while."
"He" was the guy she had been cheating with. I knew this really would be a while, it was my chance. I waited until she disappeared around the corner and heard her start talking. All that sorrow and regret faded completely from her voice and I felt more resolved in my task.
I snuck up the stairs quietly and turned into her room. My hand fished around in my purse until I pulled the printout from it and looked it over. It was a picture of her with the subject of my fantasies. His hand was around her waist firm, like it had been the night before on mine as he used my body to appease his own desires. I bit my lip a little as I surveyed the picture. I ducked into the closet and scanned the row of clothes. There were so many options. Maybe I should just grab anything.
But the picture was specific. It was taken the night of a party. I knew he would be there and I spent hours getting ready that night yet he barely seemed to know I was there. He was too invested in my sister and the dress she was wearing that night. It was a satiny material, black with large white polka dots. His hands were all over her that night and I remember how jealous I was. They couldn't have been at the party longer than an hour. Then I stepped out to talk to a friend on the porch and saw the two of them fucking in their car, her still wearing that dress he was so mesmerized with.
Yes, it had to be that one. I flipped through the dresses and started to lose hope. There was no telling how long she would be on the phone so I had to be quick or give up. Finally, way in the back, I found it. I grabbed it off the hanger and threw it in my purse. I ran to her dresser and searched for the red headband she had worn. This was much easier to find. I looked under the bed for the black satin heels. There were dozens. I thought maybe I should abandon my search and try another day. After all, if I was caught, it would be hard to explain. I scanned the options and grabbed a few, none of which were my target.
I heard the door open downstairs. My heart jumped and I shoved the shoes in hand back under the bed. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw them. I grabbed them and quickly threw them in with the rest of my treasure. I snuck out of the room but I could hear downstairs that I was too late, she was back. Desperate, I ducked into the bathroom.
She started to come up to investigate as I slowly and gently shut the door to avoid making any sound. Soon, she reached the top of the stairs.
