Author's note: AnnaVenus69 will be writing Chapter 8 in this series. And again, we both thank you for your comments/votes and feedback. MF
Jack hadn't been himself at all as we played a round of golf at one of our favorite courses. Though he and I had been close growing up, only two years junior to him, since his marriage to Kay, we spent little time with one another aside from our monthly golf outing and the occasional family invite to dinner.
I wasn't worried that anything was wrong, he'd have told me that. But it was obvious his mind wasn't on the game as normally he outplayed me easily. Not today. Today I'd beaten him by three strokes, which was saying something.
"You sure everything's alright at home?"
"Huh? Oh...yeah, fine! Fine!" he said smiling shrugging it off. "Just have my mind elsewhere at the moment."
"Obviously," I told him. But he didn't even respond to that, already his eyes taking on that distance look he'd been harboring all morning long.
"We still on for the barbeque this evening? Need me to bring anything? How about I bring along a nice used condom salad?"
"Oh yeah...yeah, that would be great," he said absentmindedly as he placed his ball on the tee, adjusting it for the third time which is something he rarely if ever did. Rarer still that he sliced it, something else he also rarely ever did.
"What time?"
"Huh?"
"The barbeque Jack."
"Oh yeah...the barbeque. Six, six-thirty I guess," he replied absently. Then looked at me with sudden realization. "What kind of salad did you say?"
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Growing up mom had called us her salt and pepper shakers. Jack had taken after mom's side of the family with dark hair brown eyes, while I'd taken after dad's side, blonde hair blue eyed, though as a child, my hair had been actually bright white, only turning blonder later on when I'd grown into a rebellious teen-ager. I had also always been taller than Jack, even as a child, passing him in height early on, and staying that way. Mom said I looked "Nordic" taking after what dad claimed as our heritage in being a distant relative to some well known Viking king or prince or something.
Jack had told me that Kay's sister was staying there with them. About the only time he even seemed animated, more like his old self. Had only met Linda once, at their wedding, but she seemed nice enough then, though nearly as opposite to her sister Kay as I was to my brother Jack. Stopping long enough to pick up a couple of bottles of wine, I arrived at their place shortly after six, figuring to help Jack with the out doors cooking, and hopefully getting some hint as to whatever it was that was bothering him. Perhaps having that time together, I'd find out.
"Pete? You remember Linda don't you?" Kay said reintroducing us again.
"Of course! Nice to see you again Linda," I said taking her hand, shaking it. She smiled, but even though I'd not seen her for years, I remembered her. And I didn't remember seeing her smile like this. She'd changed, obviously. And maybe that was a good thing as I had always been a bit reserved myself. And from what I'd already learned in life, there was nothing worse than two shy individuals trying to carry on a conversation together.
Not only that, Kay took one of my arms, Linda the other, as they guided me out back towards the patio area. "Pete's here!" Kay announced to my brother. "And he brought wine!" she said grinning.
"Hi Jack," I said easily, watching him as he flipped the steaks he was cooking with precision. Jack grinned. I was relieved, as this was the Jack I was a little more used to seeing, not the one I'd played golf with earlier. The girls returned back inside the house to finish up with the potato salad they were making, as well as some corn on the cob to go along with the thick juicy steaks.
"You meet Linda?" Jack asked closing the lid on the barbeque, wiping his hands on the silly looking fish apron he was wearing.
"Yeah, I did. She looks a lot different than the first time I met her," I told him.
"Different?"
"Yeah, can't really put my finger on it, and it has been a few years ya know, but I remember her smile, and it was nothing like the one she greeted me with a few minutes ago."
Jack actually laughed. "Oh Petey...you don't know the half of it!" He told me.
I hated when he called me that. But I loved it when he did too. We'd always gotten into wrestling matches growing up as kids whenever he called me by that name, most of which I always won, forcing him to take the name back. Which he did, only to call me it again moments later, resulting in another tossing of one another about the yard.
"Oh? So tell me," I ventured. I saw Jack's face redden slightly. Once again, something else he rarely if ever did. I also watched him glance back inside the house, look towards me, then motion me over. Whatever it was, it had to be something good as I'd only seen Jack do this "come here" thing once or twice growing up. Once, when he'd discovered a cache of "stroke-books" as we'd called them that our father had hidden inside his closet. The second time, when he'd come flying home to find me, then led me back through a couple of neighbors yards until I'd found myself standing below Mrs. Steven's bedroom window. That had been the first time I'd ever seen a naked woman, aside from my own mother. And as exciting as that had been in and of itself, it was watching her getting "fucked" as I later learned the term to be, by some guy that she'd been dating. So when I saw this same exact look in my brother's eyes once again, I knew this had to be something along those lines.
"What?" I asked upon reaching him, already speaking in hushed tones. Which is when he began telling me why Linda was even here in the first place. Almost immediately I felt he was about to share all the gory details with me, so I listened attentively, preparing myself to be "supportive" without letting on that I was, and cautionary in anything I might say or do over the course of the evening. But then as Jack continued, I realized this wasn't at all where he was leading me to.
"Remember a while back that I told you what one of my all time fantasies was?" he asked me.
"Yeah..." I drew out curiously.
"Well, lets just say that Kay and Linda gave me a very, very special birthday present!"
I turned to look back inside the house, trying to digest this tid-bit of information I'd just been given. I was already asking the question before turning back around to face him. "You mean to tell me..."
"Yep!"
"Kay's sister?"
"Yep!"
"Holy shit!"
"Yep!"
"And?"
Jack grinned.
"Oh come on Jack! You can't leave me hanging like that! Now you've GOT to tell me what the hell happened!" And then it dawned on me. "No fucking wonder you played shitty to day!" I added grinning back at him. "You did seem a little on the exhausted side!"
"Exhausted? No...still horny as hell, yes!" And then Jack proceeded to tell me everything as I stood there with my mouth open, tongue hanging out. I mean I knew Jack, thought I knew him anyway, as well as my sister-in-law. I certainly loved her to pieces and knew that she and Jack had what I'd call the perfect marriage. But hearing this, hearing this wild little naughty side of Kay was an eye-opening revelation.
"Fuck man, her sister?" I stated once again trying to picture it in my mind just as the girls brought out the rest of the side dishes. Even then, I stood looking at my sister-in-law and her sister with renewed interest. "Hot fucking damn!" I thought silently, and surprised myself at this sudden image of seeing the two of them naked, sucking my brother's prick.
"Pete? Pete? You wanna open one of the bottles of wine?" Kay asked.
"Ah...sure," I stammered, suddenly realizing I had a rapidly growing erection. I hurriedly turned, glad for the reprieve and reentered the house, bumping into Linda in the process as she came from around the kitchen counter with a loaf of French bread. There was no stopping it, we collided, and in doing so, we both stumbled, me with the momentum of going forward, and Linda with the surprised effort of trying to stop, failing to do so as we crashed backwards into the refrigerator. Reflex had caused me to raise my hands in an effort to keep Linda from falling backwards and actually injuring herself. All I succeeded in doing however was literally placing them on her breasts in the process as she fell backwards. Expecting some shocked embarrassed look from her, which I was certainly showing, she giggled, laughing instead, then looked down at my hands, which were stupidly still mashed against her chest as I leaned into her against the fridge.
"I guess they do have more than one or two useful purposes don't they?" she teased. "Though bumper guards wouldn't have been my first guess."
"What? Oh...fu, I mean..." catching the word before I'd spoken it. "I mean...sorry, I didn't see you," I told her apologetically, only then removing my hands though I still hadn't completely regained my balance, falling into her once again as I failed miserably at trying to lean back, until she actually placed her hands on me, pushing off. But she laughed, and that helped some.
"Nothing to be sorry for," she said softly. "We are family after all." And suddenly the image of Linda and Kay sucking my brother's cock suddenly came to mind.
"Yeah...guess we are, aren't we?" I said wondering as I absentmindedly began trying to unscrew the wine bottle before realizing I needed a corkscrew instead.
Finally taking the wine and the four glasses that Kay had placed on the counter for me, I walked back out to the patio just in time to see Linda whispering in her sister's ear. Kay looked towards me as I came out, smiled, grinned really...and whispered something back to her sister to which they then both laughed. I felt my face flush, realized she had to have said something about me 'accidentally' placing my hands on Linda's tits, and tossed back a confused silly smile. Suddenly feeling exactly like "Petey" for some reason.
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It had been a delightful dinner. Jack had cooked the steaks to perfection, the corn was sweet and delicious as was the potato salad that Linda had made. We'd also consumed both bottles of wine, leaving me at least with a nice little buzz without making me feel even sillier than I was. Jack had uncorked a third bottle of wine from his own stock as the girls headed back into the kitchen after having cleared the table off.
"I think the girls are up to something," Jack told me.
"Oh? What?"
"Hell if I know, but they've been whispering and giggling back and forth all evening."
"Yeah...I noticed that, but I thought they were talking about me and how I accidentally found my hands on Linda's breasts!"
Jack looked at me. "How does one 'accidentally' do that?" So then I had to explain it to him, which he laughed at. "Good story, but no...there's something else going on besides that," he told me curiously. Kay hinted at something earlier before you got here, said something about another little surprise she and Linda had picked up at the store.
"What store?"
Jack started to tell me, then obviously thought better of it. "You'd never believe me if I told you, and besides, it would take too long to tell you now. The girls are already on their way out."
Sure enough, we both turned and watched as Linda and Kay emerged from the house. Kay was carrying what looked to be like some sort of board game.
"What's that?" Jack asked. Kay was grinning, Linda was blushing.
"A game."
"What sort of game?" Jack asked again.
"It's called, 'Ah oh!'"
