She laid the sheet down on the couch haphazardly. Then, slowly, she bent down to pick up the pillow that lay on the ground, and gently tossed it on top.
She looked at the result. It didn't look very comfortable, but it would do. She was too drunk to do better. Besides, Hector wasn't likely to care, he just needed somewhere to sleep off the worst of his buzz before he drove himself home.
She sat down hard, sighing and closing her eyes. She could hear her brother-in-law talking to her husband from down the hall. She couldn't make out the words, but she didn't need to. It was probably nonsense. Drunk talk. David wasn't going to answer anyway, he was out. He always passed out after a night of moderate to heavy drinking, and she'd never known him to come around until he'd had a solid rest.
Her thoughts drifted, unfocused, hazy things, breaking down, falling apart. She didn't try to hold onto them. It was oblivion, and she embraced it.
She heard the bedroom door close. She opened her eyes and came back to herself. She took a deep breath and shook her head from side to side. Sharp, brief jerks.
Footsteps grew louder from the hallway, and then Hector stumbled into the room. Her eyes followed him as he came to a stop at the edge of the circular-pattern rug that lay between the TV and the couch she sat on. He stared at the blank TV for a few moments, and then his head swiveled to face her. He smiled.
"Hey." He slurred.
She blinked before responding. "Hey. I got a blanket out for you, you should sleep a bit before you drive home, yeah?"
He closed his eyes, still smiling.
"Ohhh... Thanks Lauren... Wow... that's so thoughtful..." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.
It was cute. She found herself thinking -
-He looks just like David does when he's bashful-
The thought made her smile.
He sat down beside her.
"Thank you so much..." He muttered.
"You're welcome. Always welcome here." She said, her gaze fixed unfocused on the empty television screen.
He was looking at her. She turned to him and was struck by the immediacy of his eyes. They looked into hers with an intensity she hadn't been prepared for.
She said nothing. Difficult thoughts tried to coalesce in her mind, but she failed to comprehend them. She could only process them through the emotions and raw feeling that they were constructed from.
-his eyes
-like David's
-so dark
-brown
-sad
-full
-full of warmth-
She looked into his eyes and longed for them. Then his lips parted, slowly, deliberately. She looked at them, watched his tongue poke out and press down on his lower lip. it was a slight movement, and nakedly sensual. She shivered, suddenly, violently.
His eyes narrowed and he cocked his head, still maintaining eye contact. She was compelled by his movements, unable to look away, not thinking of the gravity of what they implied, not realizing where this was heading.
She licked her lips. His eyes widened, seeming to flash at her.
It happened very quickly after that.
He groaned urgently and moved his body right next to hers. He placed his hand on her chest and pushed her, gently, forcefully, until she laid back on the couch before him. He shuffled position until he was kneeling next to her, then took hold of her legs and pulled them up, placing them around his thighs. She watched him do it, saying nothing, completely absent of resistance. Her butt pressed against the tops of his knees.
His movements were eager, excited, just shy of frantic. She watched as he shoved his thumbs between her hips and the skirt that wrapped snugly around them, and did nothing to resist when he slid the skirt down her legs a moment later. Her panties had come down with it, she realized.
He tossed her bottoms carelessly to the floor. She was naked from the waist down. She was so hot. He leaned his body backwards and unzipped his fly.
The ripping sound tore through her trance and reality slammed down into her woozy mind, dispelling the drunken haze of lust like a searchlight.
She realized she was about to have sex with her husband's brother. She watched his fingers unfasten the belt he wore and then pull it free of the loops sewn around the waist of his pants. He'd have them off very soon. The thought made her shake. She knew she wanted him, bad. Almost needed him. But it couldn't happen. It would be the biggest mistake of her life. She had to stop it.
