The door to the hotel room shut silently. I remained in the hall staring at it for quite a while trying to forget what I just saw. It was so wrong! Sam and Sylvia were brother and sister for God's sake! If that wasn't shocking enough, Sylvia was also supposed to be getting married in the morning. I wouldn't have believed it if I didn't see with my own eyes.
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. They didn't notice me the few seconds I was in the room so I decided that the smartest thing to do was forget the whole incident. If Sam wanted to fuck his own sister, then it was none of my business.
Of course, making this type of a decision and believing it were two entirely different things. I grappled with it a few moments longer before deliberately turned away from the door and making my way down the hall.
I wasn't sure where to go, what to do or even what to think. The worst part was that I realized that I was turned on. I guess that's normal when you see a woman who looks as good as Sylvia naked and having sex, but you have to understand that up until that moment I never even thought to look at her that way.
Oh, I'm not beyond having fantasies about my best friend's sister. In fact, I've had quite a few about Sam's other three sisters. They are all attractive in different ways. I especially liked Ruth. Yet, Sylvia was different.
Simply put, she's a bitch. Sylvia is the type of person who seems happiest when she's being cruel and heartless. She has an opinion on everything and likes to share it. She's always right and wants you to know it even if it's the most inane issue. Sam and I started referring to her at "The Shrew" after sophomore year in high school. It was the year we studied Shakespeare.
"Have you seen Sylvia?"
The words interrupted my thoughts. I looked up and saw Sam's mother. She looked annoyed. For one perverse moment I thought about sending her to Sam's room, but I quickly squelched the thought. Mrs. Levine was a nice lady who was already at her wits end dealing with this wedding. Besides, Sam was my best friend.
"No, sorry," I replied.
"That girl!" she huffed, and then sighed and let out a deep breath. "At least she'll be someone else's problem after tomorrow." She caught my look of surprise and rolled her eyes. "Oh, she's my daughter and I love her dearly. She's just such a handful."
I almost nodded in agreement, but then realized I was talking to Sylvia's mother. I remained motionless. Mrs. Levine looked at me and laughed.
"You were always such a smart boy John," she said. "Never speak ill of a child to their mother. It's definitely a lose-lose situation."
"I would never Mrs. Levine," I said with a smile. She laughed again.
"Well," she began as she turned to leave. "If you see 'The Shrew', tell her I'm looking for her."
"What?" I stuttered.
She turned backed, winked and added, "You think I don't know Sam and your pet name for Sylvia? Sadly, it's more appropriate than I would like." Mrs. Levine disappeared before I could think of anything to say. Thank God!
I was calmer now. Sylvia's lithe body still danced in the back of my mind, but I was at least thinking again. I needed somewhere to go. I was staying in Sam's room tonight and it was currently occupied.
Sam convinced his well-off parents to let him bring me to Sylvia's wedding since his girlfriend Sally couldn't make it. He even conned them into letting me stay overnight the day before. I was happily surprised when he told me the news. It got even better when Sylvia insisted that they all stay at the hotel where they were having the reception the night before the wedding. It made sense since she decided on a morning wedding and the temple she was getting married in was only fifteen minutes away.
Sam was part of the wedding party. So were his three other sisters, Tami, Michelle and Ruth. Sam was the 'baby' of the family at twenty and Sylvia the oldest at twenty-nine. She was only a week away from turning thirty. I know from Sam that she insisted on the wedding date being before that. She felt that you were an 'old maid' if you weren't married by the time you hit your thirties. It was probably why she finally decided to settle down in the first place.
I sighed and decided to see if I could find Beth. She was Sam's cousin and we hit it off pretty well at dinner. She wasn't in the wedding party, but she and her mother lived far away and decided to stay at the hotel so they wouldn't have to leave before dawn to make the wedding.
Beth agreed to meet me by the pool after dinner. Sam laughed and winked when I told him. I asked him to join us, but he decided not to come. That surprised me at the time because I knew there would be some cute girls at the pool and Sam seldom passed up a chance to ogle girls in bathing suits. Of course, now it made sense. He had other plans with Sylvia.
I did go to the pool earlier, but Beth never showed up. I took a quick dip anyway and then went to find Sam. That's when I stumbled upon his incestuous tryst with his sister Sylvia. Sam obviously expected me to be gone for some time.
I found myself at the pool once again as these thoughts passed through my mind. There was still no Beth, but I decided to stay and swim for a while. If nothing else it would help cool me off. Sylvia was a bitch, but she had a great body and I was having problems not picturing it in my head.
I just decided that it was probably safe to return to Sam's room when I saw Sylvia swimming toward me. She had obviously finished with Sam and was taking a dip to clean off.
I quickly got out of the pool. I had no desire to talk with Sylvia. She didn't like me and I wasn't particularly thrilled with her. Our conversations were never nice.
I reached for my towel and saw that she was still swimming toward me. She had something she wanted to say and I was sure it wasn't going to be good. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I decided to at least try and be civil. After all, she was getting married in the morning.
"Hello John," Sylvia said with a smirk as I dried myself.
"Hi, Sylvia. Big day tomorrow," I replied. She ignored my words and continued to smirk.
"Did cousin Beth stand you up?" she asked knowingly. I grimaced because I knew from her tone that she had something to do with it. Sylvia was such a bitch!
She could be a poster child for Jewish American Princesses everywhere. She fit every nasty stereotype of a JAP. Thankfully, she was the only one in her immediate family. The rest of Sam's sisters were much nicer. I especially liked Ruth who was only a year older than Sam. Her birthday was only a couple of days after mine.
Sam and I met the summer before I entered seventh grade and he entered sixth. We both played on the same baseball team. He was new to the team and the coach had me work with him after practice. We were inseparable ever since.
"What? Did you tell her mother I was a rapist?" I asked with a smile, hiding my anger. It would never do to let Sylvia know she'd scored some points.
"Not quite," She replied. "Although, I did tell her about how well you and Beth seemed to be getting along. I may also have mentioned your plans to meet by the pool. Aunt Helen wasn't happy because there is a nice young Jewish doctor she wants Beth to meet at the wedding tomorrow."
I once again had to fight down the urge to share what I saw earlier. I knew Sylvia would freak and I would definitely win this little confrontation, but I decided it wasn't worth it. It might affect my relationship with Sam and I wasn't willing to chance that.
