After a crazy, long weekend of frantic family working, laughing, and story-telling, the lake house was mostly quiet now. Most of the family members had caught flights earlier in the day, heading to various destinations to return to their normal lives, spouses, children, and jobs. At the end of every summer the large family spent a long weekend making repairs and generally sprucing up the lake house their grand-parents passed down to them, but the work had wrapped up for this year. Future weekends were reserved for family vacations, and any unused weeks would be made available for public rent.
Since Thursday night, every bed, couch, and air mattress was full, suit cases were stacked on every table, and the two bathrooms had long waiting lines. People had to pause to let others pass by before they themselves could take a step, but no one griped and everyone amazingly got along. Each evening after the table was cleared, beer, wine, and stories were shared as grandma, grandpa, mom, dad, and the memory of their youth were all celebrated. Members of the younger generation reveled in the stories the older generation had shared dozens of times, learning the little nuances that made each one funny and trying to silently separate fact from fiction.
The only two family members remaining were Mark, the oldest brother, and Gina, the oldest sister. The other three sisters, seven of their children, and five of the children's children had left that afternoon. Mark and Gina couldn't get flights until the next day, so they used the rent cars to run other family members to the airport knowing they had one more evening to recover from the chaos of the previous few days.
Mark and Gina picked up burgers on their way back from shuttle duty, then raced home as menacing evening clouds gathered west of the lake. They barely beat the rain, then met on the enclosed patio to watch the storm roll in while having a few beers and laughing at some of the more recent memories - the new ones from the weekend.
"So how's Andy been doing?" Mark asked.
Andy was her second husband and was a hasty decision Gina made after Stan, the father of her children, had been caught in an affair with another man. Andy was comfortable - not rich - and the security he offered her in a time of need was more important than the physical traits she expected from her boyfriends growing up. But he was older than her and not in the best of health.
"He's fine," she said with no follow-up or enthusiasm that made Mark put any faith in her reply.
Gina had been a teenage beauty queen and a fast developer that had a full figure by the time she was 14. She could date any boy she wanted, and Mark learned early to not bother learning their names since they wouldn't be around very long. She married young, bought a house, had kids, and seemed to be living the perfect life. But everyone soon learned that Stan bounced from one get-rich quick scheme to another, usually owing money to many people and burning every bridge. Gina spent all her energy trying to keep the family from knowing how bad things were. She gained weight and could no longer afford to take care of herself, so when the photos of Stan and his man-friend showed up in the mail she had few options.
But after a couple of years with Andy and not worrying about every financial decision she started coming out of her frumpy stage and finding the grown-up version of the head-turner she had been in her younger days. Now when she and Andy would show up for family events, they looked awkward together - he was tall, plain, and frail while she was short, curvy, and very attractive.
Mark wasn't sure how to respond, but after a few minutes of awkward quiet, Gina spoke again.
"We haven't had sex in years. I thought it was because I had gained weight, but after I lost it he still didn't care. I guess maybe he's past that part of his life..." she trailed off to silence again.
Mark was a little surprised that his sister confided in him but not hat Andy no longer satisfied her. But he didn't want her to have any reason to doubt herself.
"I promise you it's not because of how you look," he eagerly blurted out. "When I was waiting on a ride at the airport, I was checking out this super-hot MILF walking down the concourse, and when she got closer, I realized 'That's my SISTER'".
The enthusiasm with how he told the story and the look of excitement on his face were more than enough to snap her out of the funk that almost took over the room.
"So I'm a MILF?" she asked, digging for more compliments. "That's the nicest thing anyone's said to me in quite a while."
She was smiling as she got up from the couch and headed to the kitchen to get them a couple of more beers. Mark wasn't sure, but he thought there was a little a little swing in her rear as he watched her walking away, her shorts clinging tightly to her very nice ass.
She popped the top of one beer and offered it to her big brother as she came back. She sat back down on the couch opposite him looking much happier than a few minutes earlier.
"How's Jenn?" she asked.
Since Jenn was a teacher that steered one of Gina's kids to education, and since she had just brought up her own sex life, and since Mark was starting to feel the effects of his previous 4 beers, he wasn't sure if this was the generic 'how are they doing' question or if was a continuation of her 'are you guys still doing it' discussion. With the very recent memory of her shaking her ass in those fairly small shorts, he preferred the latter but went with an all-encompassing answer.
"She's fine, teaching's fine, my job's fine, the boys are fine, the house is fine, our sex life is fine. EVERYthing's fine..."
He immediately realized he probably sounded a little sarcastic as his voice faded away, so he tried to get things going again and not kill the moment.
"I'm Sorry," he offered, hoping to bring back some of the happiness he had seen in her just seconds ago. "I was just thinking about what you said... Our life is going just fine - there is nothing terribly wrong so I should be happy. Everyone is healthy, the boys are starting to get letters from colleges, we all get along... But the sex has really changed recently, and I miss the way it used to be. We do still have sex, but after being married 25 years and raising the boys the heat is gone... we don't get naughty anymore".
"Naughty?" she asked?
"Yeah," he answered. "We used to talk about sex because talking was great foreplay. We'd be out somewhere and she would point out a hot MILF and say, 'I'd like her to be my next girl/girl.' I knew then I was getting laid that night. Or I'd be having a beer on the patio, and she would show up in only a towel with a couple of more beers and drop that towel to get in the hot tub. Pretty sure I was getting lucky that night, too. And we..."
He voice faded to silence before he finished the thought.
"We what?" she eagerly asked, digging for more details.
"Uhhhh... nothing," he replied back realizing it might be TMI.
She kept asking but he didn't offer any more details. He thought about telling her more of their adventures as he finished the last of that beer but thought she might be shocked at some of the things they did in their younger days. He squeezed the empty can once in the middle so it would take up less space in the recycle bin then sat it on the table. Gina stood up and grabbed both their empty cans and headed to the kitchen again. As he watched her walk away he thought to himself, "
I don't care if that is my sis, that is one, fine, ass...
