Trading Stories
I woke up some time in the middle of the night. My wife and our new baby were asleep in the bed with me. I had to pee, so there was little hope of getting back to sleep. Trying not to wake them, I gently pushed aside the blankets and made my way out of the unfamiliar room.
My in-laws liked to hold annual mini reunions like this one. They'd rent a house in the Hamptons, or Delaware, or the Catskills. Someplace nice but not too unreasonably priced. They'd get a house with lots of rooms and invite everybody.
Since they did it every year, a lot of people in the family would skip, or only come for a day or two, but there was always a nice group of people; it's a big family. So, we'd budge up, or sleep on couches, or even on the floor. There wasn't always a lot of privacy, is what I'm getting at, but there was always a lot of fun for kids and grown-ups alike.
This year, what with the hopefully waning pandemic tamping enthusiasm down, we weren't that crowded. Also, it was the middle of the week, so those that only showed up for the long weekend were back at work.
This meant that the married couples mostly had rooms to themselves with their kids. Which was nice, really. Once I'd taken care of my needs, I began to appreciate just
how
nice.
Deciding that I would like to have a drink, or a snack, or something, I wandered down to the kitchen rather than heading back to our room. Which mean that I passed my newly-wed sister-in-law's room.
When I heard the sharp moan come from the door, at first I thought it was my imagination. But it stopped me in my tracks long enough to hear a few more gasps and groans. I was a little slow from my recent sleep, but even so I figured out right away what I was hearing.
They're fucking
, I thought, grinning. I was immediately excited. I'm a bit ashamed to admit it, but I've long had a thing for my sister-in-law. I suppose it's to be expected in a way, right? I mean, I was attracted to her sister, naturally if I have a type, my wife's sister would be as likely as anyone else to have those qualities I'm attracted to.
It's a bit beyond that, though. Some of it is simply that she's younger than my wife and I are by over a decade. In our mid-forties, my wife and I aren't quite as sexy as we used to be. She's still a great looking woman, certainly better looking than me! But asking her to compete with a late-twenties version of herself is more than a bit unfair.
It's not just that she's a younger sexy brunette than my wife, though. She's quirky and fun in an endearing way that I wouldn't prefer in a partner to my more stoic wife, but is somehow really appealing for a fantasy fuck.
There's also a weird sort of forbidden fruit thing going on somewhere in my subconscious too. This woman was just a kid when I met her. I watched her grow into a very pretty girl, then an uncomfortably cute teenager, and finally a breathtakingly hot young woman. All of which meant that there were some wires crossed somewhere in my brain. I absolutely couldn't have this woman, but oh, did I want her all the same.
And now I was standing in my sleep shorts outside her room while she was having what must have been an absolutely lovely bit of sex with her gawky husband. They were a cute couple, no doubt about it, but let me just say right here that
he
was the lucky one in that relationship. They were both sweet and quirky, so they got along really well, but he wasn't in her league looks-wise. He must be a pretty good lay, though, judging by what sounds Lauren was making in her room.
I imagine, given her fun-loving and outgoing personality, that Lauren would have to be more comfortable with letting loose and making noise during sex than my wife. After all, I don't think that we'd be having sex in the same house as her parents even if the baby wasn't in the bed with us. But I still have to imagine that she'd be trying to keep things a little quiet, not that I could tell. It sounded like she was having one long continuous orgasm. She'd pant, yip, and let out a long keening moan, then repeat the whole thing.
Well, I thought, I guess my wife and her sister aren't that different. They both clearly like sex. I was hard as rebar, listening to her come. I was surreptitiously rubbing myself through my shorts. It was all I could do not slip a hand under the waistband and join in a bit. I mean, this was some powerfully erotic stuff. My obsession with this woman, right or wrong as it might be, meant that I had often wondered what she sounded like in the throes of passion. Turns out, she was hot as hell.
It's another weird thing. Her voice had a sort of burr in it, the sort that shows up in your normal speaking voice, not just in the lower registers. For some strange reason I find it sexy as all anything, and I was more that little thrilled to find that it showed up in her sexual vocalizations as well.
I was beginning to have a real hard time, pun intended. I was seriously beginning to think that masturbating in the hall outside her door was a perfectly acceptable thing to do, getting caught be damned, when their pace quickened and things briefly intensified before coming to a most satisfying conclusion. After a pause in the sound, I heard their muffled voices, and I knew the show, so to speak, was over for now. So, I scampered to the kitchen as silently as I could, not wanting to get caught outside their room should one in the amorous pair have need for a post-coital bathroom run or something.
I was smiling ear to ear, knowing that this experience would enhance any solitary amusements I might have for years to come. I am what I am. I was leaning over, scanning the contents of the fridge, when I heard their door open in the hall.
I heard her feet padding toward the kitchen, so I found myself wondering what I might say to her. Hopefully, nothing stupid.
"Hey David," she said cheerfully once she spotted me at the fridge.
"Hi Laur," I said, looking up at her. I, for one, was surprised to see that she was walking normally. She was a petite woman, so it wouldn't be accurate to say that she had long legs, as such, but her
lovely
legs were mostly bare in a pair of brief black shorts. A simple lavender tee-shirt completed her post-fucking sleepwear. Her wavy light brown hair was adorably mussed. Unsurprisingly, she had a big smile on her face.
"What are you doing up?" she asked, cheerfully. You had to hand it to her, she was always bubbly.
"Oh, you know, thirsty I guess," I said lamely, gesturing to the fridge.
"Anything good in there? I'm thirsty myself," she said, grabbing a chair at the table.
"I'll bet," I said, cursing inwardly when I heard the leer creep into my voice. I just couldn't help it! I put my hand over my eyes, not turning to look at her, just facing the stupid refrigerator and hoping that she didn't pick up on it.
After a pause, I heard her say, "Shit. You heard us, huh?"
"Damn, I'm sorry Lauren, I was trying to play it cool and pretend I hadn't heard a thing. I don't know why I said that."
She chuckled. "Decorum has never really been your thing."
"No, I suppose not," I said. "There's really nothing here. Some juice, but I think it might be that unsweetened cranberry that your sister drinks," I was referring to the middle sister, not my wife. Not that it matters.
"Get me a beer," she said. "Grab yourself one too."
"Ok." They only had crummy American light beer. I'm not a beer snob, I don't have the vocabulary, for one thing. But I know trash. Still, it was something to drink.
"Is it too early for beer, or too late? I'm not sure what taboo we're breaking right now, but it feels subversive," I said, laughing.
She smiled. "Did we wake you?"
Crap, I was hoping we'd moved on from that topic. "No, I'd woken up before. Just happened to pass your room at the wrong time, Sorry."
She laughed. "I thought I saw shadows outside the door. From feet, you know?" She looked up, made eye contact. She has these huge, dark brown eyes. Quite easy to lose oneself in.
I handed her her beer, and she popped the top, looking down before taking a drink. Looking at the can, turning it in her hands, she said, "Seems to me," she looked up at me again with a wry grin, "those shadows were there under the door for quite a while."
Keen to break eye contact in my embarrassment, I too took a moment to study the silver can of mediocre beer. "Um-hmm."
"I was kinda wondering about that. Why were they there for so long, David?" She drank again, her eyes on me, full of some feeling. Mischief, perhaps?
I laughed uncomfortably. I thought about telling some sort of lie to brush the whole thing off. That beer can sure was interesting. Colorado Rockies, huh?
"Not talking, eh? No thoughts to share?" She was staring at me intently. She was smiling, but I didn't really trust her apparent levity. Was she teasing me, or was she upset?
