I'd been divorced for a couple of years when it happened. My wife had one day decided that she didn't like the married life and just shot through, leaving me with two kids to look after.
I won't say it was easy but, with the help of friends, I coped. One of the people who chipped in to help was my sister-in-law, Faye. Nice young woman, married and with a couple of kids of her own. She'd chip in and do some occasional baby-sitting for me, and when I could I'd do some for her.
One day she rang and asked if I and my boys could stay overnight on the coming Friday and watch her girls while she and Nick went out for the evening. They had this do on at Nick's work and they wouldn't be back until late.
"Why not?" I said and we made the arrangements.
Friday night I and my boys rocked up, Faye and Nick headed off and the kids got down to the serious business of trying to drive me out of my tiny mind. I don't think they succeeded, but that's just my opinion.
I finally got the little monsters all bedded down and went to bed myself. I woke up fairly early, disturbed by noises in the kitchen. Wandering in to ensure that the kids weren't destroying the place I found Nick having an early breakfast. He had overtime and was going to be out all day.
I went back to bed for an hour or so and got rather rudely awakened by a kamikaze attack as four young children piled onto me, demanding breakfast. I pointed out that Faye was home and they should be asking her.
There was a moment of silence and then a small voice spoke up.
"We did, Daddy, but she said a rude word and told us to go and annoy you."
"Thank you, Faye," I grumbled, but got up, made sure the kids were all properly dressed, and fed them. It was a very nice day so I then proceeded to chase the horde outside, where I knew they'd be content to rampage for the next hour or so.
With peace reigning supreme, I settled on the couch in the front room and turned on the TV. Still in my pyjamas, by the way. I was feeling too lazy to get dressed right away. After I'd been watching TV for a while, Faye came out of the main bedroom, wandered into the front room and settled on the floor next to me, leaning back against the couch with a groan.
"Hungover?" I asked sympathetically.
"No, surprisingly not," Faye replied. "But for some reason I feel stiff as a board. All my muscles seem to be aching. I think I overdid it at gym yesterday."
I put my hand at the back of her neck and squeezed. No wonder she was stiff. Her muscles were all tight and probably cramping a bit. I started massaging the back of her neck, getting her to loosen up a bit.
Faye sighed and stretched when I finished.
"That's a lot better," she said. "Thank you."
"If you like," I offered, "you can lie down and I'll rub your back and shoulders and help get them unknotted."
"Thank you," Faye accepted. "I really am feeling stiff."
I started massaging her back and shoulders. I'm quite good at it and thought I could probably make it easier for her. Trouble was, her t-shirt kept getting in the way, so I just shoved it up out of the road and got serious about the massage. She was lying on her front, so it wasn't as though I was exposing her breasts or anything.
The massage progressed nicely, and if a couple of times my hands dipped a bit far to the sides and pressed against her breasts, it was purely accidental.
Sliding down to the small of her back, I found that Faye's pyjama bottoms were in the way. I could dip under them, but it was annoying.
"I'm just going to push these down a little, OK?" I asked, taking consent for granted and helping her PJ pants down a little. OK, maybe more than a little, but she didn't stop me.
Please remember I was only giving her a massage, I wasn't seducing her. I continued to work her muscles from her shoulders to her thighs and the back of her legs. I'll admit that my hands might have wandered over the sides of those nice little globes she was lying on, but it was only by chance. Not deliberate intent. I was careful not to dip between her legs and start doing things that I should not.
Finally satisfied that Faye was properly relaxed, I gave her a friendly slap on her bottom.
"Finished," I said. "Now why don't you roll over and I'll see if I need to massage any further."
To my surprise, she did, and she really had a very nice figure, and my hands itched to explore.
Instead I just settled onto the floor next to her, lying on my back. Reaching for her, I rolled Faye back onto her tummy, but this time she was lying on top of me.
Faye lay there, head tilted back, looking at me. She sighed.
"It would be nice," she said, "but we can't, can we?"
I shook my head. "No. Not really."
"Then why are you poking me there?" she asked.
I wasn't. Not really. I'll admit I had an erection. I mean, you'd have one, too. She was really good to look at and touch and I suspected that things would only feel better if we went further. But I wasn't poking her.
