As the next few months passed by, Kourtney didn't say anything about the picture she sent me, nor did she send anymore. Our relationship was quite flirtatious, with lots of sexual jokes being shared between us, often in the presence of Jessica, who would join in.
We all settled into a nice little life living together. Me and Jessica would double date with Hannah and her boyfriend at least once a week, with Kourtney staying behind to watch Liam for us. When my girls were over, they enjoyed spending time with their aunt Kourtney. We played lots of board games, made lots of meals, and Jessica quieted down a little during our special time.
As the time for Kourtney to move to Chicago came closer, she started to go through her belongings, getting rid of some, asking if we could store some, and packing what she was taking with her. She put in her two-week notice at her job in Utah and remained in touch with her job in Chicago, even being emailed some paperwork from clients for her to work on before she moved there.
With it being a nearly full-day drive, Kourtney made plans to leave on a Saturday morning, drive as long and far as possible before stopping to get a hotel, and get to Chicago some time that Sunday. I decided to take that Friday off work to make sure she was ready, had everything she needed, and to get her car in tip-top shape for the long drive.
With the basketball season over at Weber State, Jessica had been asked to help out with the spring sports, and she had gladly said yes. Unfortunately, the weekend that Kourtney was leaving, Jessica was going to be out of town with the track and field team.
We cooked a meal together that Thursday night and were sitting around the table enjoying it. Liam was at his dad's house for the weekend; my girls were with their mom, so the sexual jokes were flowing like crazy. After dinner was over, since none of us had to wake up early the next day, we pulled out some card games and started to play a game of Phase Ten.
As we advanced through the phases, we all stayed pretty much even. However, on an extremely lucky hand, I managed to lay down all my cards and go out, ending the round, much to the dismay of Jessica and Kourtney, with Kourtney saying, "Oh, fuck you, Danny."
As I laughed and gathered up the cards to reshuffle, I said, "I wish you would."
We all laughed a little bit more as I dealt out the next round until Jessica asked, "Have you two really not done anything since Kourtney moved in?"
"Nope," I said.
"Well, we did kiss for like two seconds and I sent you that picture of my tits," Kourtney corrected me. "But, that's it."
"Wow," Jessica said as she picked up her cards. "I'm going to be honest, I didn't believe you when you said you wouldn't sleep with him, Kourtney. I figured the first night I would be gone, you two would be all over each other."
"Nope," Kourtney said this time. "It wasn't easy, especially listening to you two go at it some nights. But I knew I couldn't fall down that hole again."
We intently played through that round as the girls tried to block me from moving another phase ahead of them. While they both laid down their hands, I managed to lay one down too before either one of them went out, staying one phase ahead of them.
It was Kourtney's turn to shuffle and deal. I got up to grab some snacks and looked at Jessica, with a sly smile on her face. As I was sitting back down, I asked what she was thinking about, and she said, "When I'm gone tomorrow, you two need to fuck." I dropped my snack, and Kourtney dropped the cards, both of us shocked at hearing Jessica say fuck.
Kourtney picked up the cards and asked Jessica why. Jessica responded back, "Are you kidding me? Do you not feel the sexual tension between you two? The looks you're giving each other? Danny, I know there's been times when you're slamming into me and you're thinking about Kourtney. You can't deny it."
I just shrugged my shoulders as Jessica went on. "So, tomorrow, you'll have all day together. Get it all out. Give him a blowjob after I leave. Dress like a slut. Ride him on the couch, have him bend you over your bed, finish in my bed, and in the morning, take a shower together and get covered in his cum. I don't want you moving to Chicago, Kourtney, and wishing you had slept with Danny one last time.
It was Kourtney's turn to shrug her shoulders as she dealt the cards to us. "I'm serious," Jessica said. "I better hear that you did it when I get back. Better yet, I better get a picture or a video."
The next day, we said goodbye to Jessica in the morning, with the former sister-in-laws sharing a long hug together. I saw both of them wiping away tears and laughing as they pulled away. I snapped a few pictures of them together, followed by the three of us, before giving Jessica a kiss and helping her get into her car. She rolled down the window and said, "Hey, don't forget what I said last night. Do it!"
We laughed as she drove off, and Kourtney said, "I'm going to grab something out of my car, then I'll be inside."
I was sitting on the couch when she came into the apartment a few minutes later. She looked at me and said, "So, my dad just called me."
"Yeah?" I said. "What does he want?"
"He wants to take me out for lunch. I feel like I should go. Are you OK with that?" She asked me.
"Of course," I said. "Why don't you take my car and I'll take yours to get the oil changed and make sure it's good to go, OK?"
"Are you sure you don't want me to stay and do what Jessica said?" Kourtney asked me.
I stood up off the couch and walked over to where the six-foot-tall woman stood. I grabbed her hands with mine and said, "Only if you want to. But, you should also see your dad before you go. We got all day for the rest of the stuff, if you want it."
"Thanks, Danny," Kourtney said, giving me a brief hug before grabbing my keys and leaving the apartment.
I got Kourtney's keys and went out to her car. I ran it to get an oil change, gave it a car wash, and made sure all the lights were working and all the fluids were filled up. It took me a few hours, and I was sure that Kourtney would beat me back, but she wasn't there when I arrived back at the apartment.
Instead, she came back two hours later, clearly upset and looking like she had been crying. I asked her what was wrong, but she just went into her room and shut the door. Concerned, I went and knocked on it, but could only hear her crying on the other end. I sat down by her door, listening to her cry for the next thirty minutes, wondering if it was something her dad said or did, or if something happened in Chicago, or a billion other things that could be wrong.
When I finally heard her calming down and just sniffling instead of crying, I asked, "Kourtney?"
I heard her moving and eventually walk over and open the door. Her eyes were red and puffy, and she said, "Have you been out here waiting for me?"
