All characters in sexual situations are 18 or older. Thanks for reading!
Whistling as he entered the house, Fred set his golf clubs by the door. Something smelled lovely. "Are you cooking, Katie?"
"It wasn't me, dear," Kate called back from the dining room. She had the most relaxed, languid smile on her face when her husband walked into the room. Her belly was full of Nick's penne and pancetta sauce. Her backside was full of his spunk. Fred really was silly for leaving her all alone with such a man. "Nick made us lunch." She sipped her glass of wine and wiggled her butt into the cushion of the chair. She didn't hurt at all. Her body had fully adjusted to her son's size.
"You didn't wait for me?" Fred eyed the empty bowl in front of his wife.
"Sorry, I worked up an appetite this morning. Lots of chores." She smiled pleasantly. The sour look on her husband's face couldn't cloud her day. "But there's lots more on the stove."
"Where's Nick?" Fred looked around the kitchen suspiciously, like someone might be hiding, ready to pull a prank. Even without Nick in the room, Fred felt his wife and son were sharing some sort of inside joke. His shoulders tensed at the thought.
"He took the bus into the city. He's visiting Alyson. I don't think he'll be home until late." Kate sipped her wine again, enjoying the way her body buzzed.
A covetous look entered Fred's eye. "Well, then. How about you try on that new lingerie I bought for you?"
"You are such an animal, Fred." Kate laughed. "We already did it more than once this week." She lifted the wine bottle and poured him a glass. "I think you wore me out the last time. I need some time to recover. Why don't we have a nice lunch, and then you can help me in the garden?"
Fred's face darkened at the rejection. He knocked the freshly-poured wineglass over. Spilled wine fanned out and dripped from the table onto the floor. "Maybe you should eat and drink a little less. I'm going to take a shower." He stormed from the room.
"Well, someone's a Grumpy Gus." Kate stood, retrieved some paper towels, and cleaned the mess. Despite her husband's tantrum, a smile lingered on her face. Life was too good to worry about Fred's bullshit. She silently chided herself on her use of profanity. Nick really was rubbing off on her.
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"Oh, God. I feel so weird around you." Alyson picked up a
New Yorker
magazine and fanned herself with it. The apartment was perfectly cool. "I can't stop thinking about you... and Mom... and what we did yesterday. I'm full-on obsessing, Nicky."
Nick raised an eyebrow. "Good to see you too, Alyson." He seated himself on the couch.
"I'm sorry. I'm going crazy." She was wearing a lowcut dress that she'd bought before her boobs had grown. It had seemed a good idea when she was getting ready for brother's arrival, but now she felt ridiculous. She went into her room, grabbed a sweater, and pulled it on. She returned to the room and sat on the other side of the couch. "I don't know. Are you my side-boyfriend, my brother, something else?"
"I'm Nick. The same Nick as always." His face got serious.
"That's not true." Alyson giggled nervously.
"I suppose you're right. I
have
changed." He shrugged. "Before we get into Mom and everything else, did Enki visit you?"
"Not since the last time we talked." Alyson frowned. "I guess that means he visited you. What did he want?"
Nick told his sister about the visit and the threat. When he was done, they sat in silence.
"So... you're going to knock me up?" She offered a weak smile. Her stomach did cartwheels. Her mind was a chaotic web of thoughts and emotions.
Nick laughed. "Very funny." His laughter died when he saw her sober expression. "No, Alyson. Of course not. That'll never happen."
"Right... never..." She nodded and tried not to think about what it would be like to carry his baby. She shivered.
"The plan is to talk Enki out of it. He already got what he wanted. You're right. I'm a changed man." Nick gesticulated as he talked. "Next time he shows up, I'll convince him to let us off the hook."
"Okay, good." Alyson asked him some probing questions, but her brother really did seem to know what he was doing. Nick's sincerity convinced her. Finally, there was a pause in the conversation. She looked into his eyes. "Chris and I are looking at venues for the wedding next weekend."
"That's... nice." Nick took a deep breath. This was a minefield for him. "I'm sure you'll find something lovely."
"You hate him, don't you?" Alyson's eyes darted as she examined his clenching jaw and the vertical line forming on his forehead.
"I... don't... hate him." Was that a lie? Maybe not. Maybe he only loathed Chris. "I just want you to be happy."
"You're so sweet." Alyson scooted closer to him. "If you were my sister, I'd ask you to be my maid of honor. But then... I guess... if you were my sister, you wouldn't have this." She put her hand in his lap. "Are you hard because of me?"
"Yes." Nick nodded slowly.
Alyson squeezed his erection. "Speaking of things Chris and I are doing together... we did anal for the first time."
"Gross, Alyson. Why would I want to know that?" Nick pressed his lips together, but didn't stop her rubbing him through his pants.
"Because I did it for you, Nicky," she whispered. "We promised Mom we would be safe. And that's what you two are doing to be safe. So... I thought... I should start getting ready."
