After Sara went to bed, I retreated to the patio and took out my notebook to try to make sense of what had just happened.
My first impression was that I had seriously fucked up. A couple different times, actually, but especially when I had attempted damage control on Ava after her first of now two voyeuristic moments.
And now my girlfriend's sister was wandering around probably more dangerous than ever.
Fuckup number one - I had told Ava, in trance, something along the lines of,
"It's normal to talk dirty to Sara while having sex."
Maybe slightly different wording, who knew. My intent with this line had been to justify what she'd overheard the night before, when we'd caught her spying on us and I had worried she would somehow figure out I was conditioning Sara. Now I realized that it had probably emboldened Ava. Perhaps before she had been a peeping Tom - or maybe it had all been a coincidence - but now it was normal for Ava to talk dirty to Sara during sex.
And so now she was slipping in and out of the bedroom, saying shit to her tranced sister, unknowingly conditioning her.
Fuckup number two, though, was something else I had said. I struggled to recall the exact words. Something about finding our dirty talk... 'sexy'? Or was it 'hot'? I was kicking myself, now - I should have written down what I had said.
Really
I should have put together a script, or just thought things out more clearly? I had charged up into the ruin next door to confront Ava with my only plan being improvisation. Worst case scenario, that vaguely remembered line might have conditioned Ava into finding intruding on me and Sara was hot.
Though, who knew, maybe she already had found it hot. At this point, it was hard to tell what was conditioning and what was Ava, with her confusing cocktail of angst, pride, and apparently loneliness.
Falsification.
That
was the problem with mind-control, I thought to myself.
Lack of clarity on my past instructions aside, I absolutely had to get things under control before we were in close quarters in the truck on the drive back to Pittsburgh. The dry desert air cracked my skin as I leaned forward and wrote my goals for the next two days.
- Remove from Ava my conditioning about 'talking dirty' to Sara.
- Remove from Sara Ava's accidental conditioning about liking to be watched by her sister.
- Condition Ava to avoid us while we were having sex.
Little did I know I would totally fail. But hey, I'd have fun doing it.
--
Things started going off the rails pretty early the next morning. I came downstairs a little late, having slept in a bit, to find Sara reading in what was left of the living room, lounging on a sofa curled up in a big yellow blanket. I grunted a hello and blearily collapsed, still not yet woken up, in the only other seat - an old leather recliner, its upholstery cracking slightly around me as I sat down.
"Good morning!" Sara chirped, somehow drawing a bookmark from thin air to fold it into her book. "I was wondering... I was wondering if you'd like to fool around a little?"
I chuckled a little, still shaking the sleep from my eyes.
"Certainly not down here, with Ava creeping around like she was last night."
"Oh really?" Sara said. And with that, she stood up and unwound her blanket.
Now, I'm aware that there is - well, at least there used to be - a big industry that made lingerie. Billion-dollar businesses. But I've never really been clear on how they competed with the sort of normal bras and panties that Sara stood in front of me in. Maybe it was they didn't feel like a fantasy in some catalog. There was something accessible about an old cotton bra with a couple stains. I stared at Sara's cleavage as she climbed into my lap.
"I have to say, this is a lovely way to wake up."
Sara laughed softly. "You came in sleepy but you seem to be
up
now." She ground herself into my crotch to punctuate the wordplay, to which I groaned.
"Want to come upstairs with me? Maybe share a shower?"
"I've already showered. But I'll happily suck you off down here."
It was my turn to laugh. "Babe, your sister has become a real looky-loo. Let's go upstairs."
"Ava's out getting groceries." Sara made a strange face I couldn't quite interpret. "Let's not bother."
"Are you sure- " But Sara was already peeling my ratty gym shorts off.
"Some people." My girlfriend shook her head as I popped from my boxers fully erect. "Always looking a gift blowjob in the mouth."
"Hey, now"
, I wanted to say.
"I worked hard to brainwash you into those blowjobs"
. But I didn't.
For the next half hour, I reclined happily in the crumbling leather easy chair, eyes shut against the warm sun streaming in through the windows, lost in the indescribable sensations of the woman I loved. Instead of working me intensely with her lips as she often had, Sara instead spent a long time licking each part of me softly, carefully, many times over. She would flick my head with the tip of her tongue before running the whole length of it down the whole length of me, or, holding my shaft firmly in one hand, carefully plant a kiss on each square inch of it.
And then I heard the toaster across the room and opened my eyes to see Ava peering at the two of us from behind the counter. Her eyes met mine, and for a long moment we stared at each other, a look of smug amusement on her face and total surprise on mine.
Finally, a soft moan from Sara as she continued to nurse me broke our stare. I almost expected my girlfriend's sister to bolt - the way she had the last two times - but instead she merely took her toast and hopped up to perch on the counter against the back wall of the kitchen facing us.
"Sara" I muttered. "Ava's here - could you get off of me?"
"Sure." She panted back at me. "Just give me a few more minutes"
"Babe, I - "
