About a week after me and Aunt Karen had our experience, my sister Jen texted me, "Hey, golden boy. Mom and I went to check in on Aunt Karen, and surprisingly, all she would talk about was you cracking her back and giving her a great massage. Be expecting mom to make an appointment. Bye, loser!" Jen's always been jealous of me and feels like I'm the favorite. I could tell by her condescending text that mom and Karen probably praised me to the moon.
I love Jen, she is my sister, but she has no ambition. Works sporadically, essentially living off my parents. Thirty-five years old, never been married, no kids, I can't even remember when the last time she had a decent boyfriend. I am sure that she has been driving my mom and dad nuts since the pandemic started. I'm shocked she hasn't just shown up to try and hang out.
I texted her back, "don't hate just because everyone loves me, lol. Hope you are enjoying isolation with mom and dad!"
Jen's response was immediate, "Whatever, loser! When do I get my massage? It's been six months cooped up with these two miserable fucks! Can I come to hang out at your place for a break? I will be good, promise!"
I felt bad for her, so I told her, "Yeah. Don't be a bitch when you get here."
I called Aunt Karen to ask what she had said about the massage. I was worried Jen would try to trip me up; she's sneaky like that. "Hey, Auntie. Jen texted me talking shit about you telling her about the massage. She's going to be coming over, and as you know, she'll be asking a million questions. I want to make sure our stories match up."
Karen started laughing as she explained everything that she said. "That sneaky little bitch. I was trying to get your mother to call you for a massage. She is pent up and needs to take care of that. I told them that it was awkward being topless with you, but your hands are magic. I specifically told them to make sure they use the warming oils. You realize, women talk differently when we are around each other. I told them I almost had an orgasm when you were rubbing me. I could tell they both were curious. I'm still working on your mother. I think you should fuck her. She needs to get ravaged. You still want me to work on that, right?"
"Yes. The thought of it is exciting to me. When are you coming back over for round two?"
Karen's response shocked me, "Well, not tonight, obviously. Your nosey, bitchy sister is curious, and she won't be leaving. She's another one who needs to get laid. Maybe she'll stop being such a bitch."
About seven, Jen showed up with take-out food and alcohol. I should have figured she'd be drinking. "Hey, loser! Are we going to Netflix and chill, as you did with Aunt Karen?" Jen burst out laughing at her joke. "Mom didn't get it either. You should have seen aunty trying to explain what it meant. Finally, aunty said, it means you hang out and fuck. Mom turned beet red and asked what your reaction was."
"What did Karen say?", I asked.
"She said you were calm, cool, and collected. She and mom both.need to get laid. They should Netflix and chill with someone. Anyway, thanks for letting me come and hang. Want a drink?"
"Yeah, I'll have a beer. No problem, with this pandemic, it's nice to have company." It was nice having company, and Jen wasn't being a pain in the ass. We ate, drank beers and shots of tequila, binge-watching a show.
Before I knew it, it was one in the morning. "Well, sis, I need to head off to bed. You can have the couch; I don't want you driving while you've been drinking."
"SERIOUSLY?" Jen yelled. "Can I at least get a massage? What the fuck Dave! I'll take my shirt off for it." then she burst out in a laugh.
"I won't be any good because I'm buzzed. Plus, I don't feel like setting the table up. I'm not worried about you being topless, it doesn't intimidate me. Kind of hard to do a massage with a top on, idiot." Jen is an idiot, and it was my nickname for her growing up.
Jen was almost in tears when she said, "I'm not asking for Aunt Karen's treatment with the table and everything. I realize no one is going out of their way to do anything special for me. But I don't know why you can't do it here or on the bed. Why does everyone do things for everyone but me? Am I that horrible that no one wants to do anything for me?"
I felt bad for Jen. We do a lot for each other in our family, except when it comes to her. I didn't like to see her upset and understood why she always feels left out. I asked her, "Are you being serious, or are you just drunk and emotional?"
"I'm serious, Dave! Is it too much to ask that I be treated like everyone else? You are my brother; do you realize what it's like being locked up in a house with mom and dad for months? IT FUCKING SUCKS! I listened to Aunt Karen say how amazing it was to get a massage from you. I'm sorry I even asked. You don't have to do it out of pity for me. I get it. Thanks a lot."
Suddenly, I wasn't tired anymore and felt like a horrible person. "Look, Jen, I'm sorry, and you are right. You do get forgotten about a lot. I don't do things out of pity or obligation. I didn't realize you wanted a massage. I thought you were fucking with me. So, how about you go in the bedroom, get ready, and I'll be in after I use the bathroom? Then if I'm not as good as Karen said, tomorrow, I'll set everything up and give you the full treatment, deal?"
I handed her a tissue to wipe her tears, which smudged her eye makeup. "Oh, before you answer, I wanted to let you know you look a mess from crying."
