Chapter 2- Moving On
It's near the end of summer, and neither of us are teaching. We have a little time to get everything taken care of at her house, and move her back home, before I have to return to work. The day after the funeral her mother-in-law comes by with a bill.
Jen looks at it, then shakes her head. "Martha, I've had enough of this horseshit. I'll pay half the funeral costs, when I get half of his insurance, which I'd get if I take you to court and–"
"You wouldn't dare!"
My sister smiles. "Try me. I'm putting the house up for sale in the morning. You want to talk to me any further see Eric Thompson, my estate attorney. I'm truly sorry for your loss, but get the fuck out of my house, stay out of my personal accounts, stay off my fucking property, and out of my damn business."
Martha shot me a look, like I just pissed on her, stuck her nose in the air and left. Jen looks over at me and shrugs. "Sorry about that little scene. I've had enough of her, and guess I'll go see Eric Thompson."
"You don't need to apologize, she had it coming." I raise my eyebrows. "I think I like seeing my sister talking like a sailor, ready to throw down, as they say."
Jen laughs and hugs me. "Thanks for getting me too laugh." She stomps her feet. "Oh, she just gets my blood boiling. You know she has a key to the house, and would come in while we were gone. We bought the damn thing after the marriage, and without her help. It was insane." She puts her hands on her hips. "Ronnie wouldn't ask for it back, or let me change the lock."
"I guess that's a lot to put up with. I–"
"Didn't put up with that horseshit either." She wags a finger at the door. "Put an inside lock on the door, and always leave through the garage. Bitch doesn't have a key to that door." Jen sighs and wrinkles her nose. "Guess, that's when her and my relationship really went downhill."
"Sis, you always did get even." I kiss her cheek. "Maybe the threat will be enough, doesn't sound like it'll be worth suing over, probably cost you money."
"You don't threaten her." Jen shakes her head, as her eyes get big. "If she finds out I'm not going through with my lawsuit she'll be all over me, draining my blood, til I drive a stake through her heart." She let out a snort. "As for being worth it, his insurance policy was for half a million dollars, I won't be paying anything. All the bills I paid for should have come out of his estate too, or at least half of them."
Jen called Eric and he accepted the case assuring her Martha took the funds illegally, but I suspect that was what he said to everyone. The house was bought after the marriage, and both names were on the deed, so Jen could do as she pleased with it. She thought about dropping the house's price below market value, just to be done with it and not have to listen to the in-laws harping, but she listened to the realtor and the place sold the first week it was on the market.
Day after the house sold we packed up two rental trailers and left. I don't think Jen even looked back, I sure didn't. She also had kept up with the folks' hobby and most of the furniture we brought were antiques. We found places for her stuff, replaced some of the pieces in the house, storing the other stuff in the garage, saying we would go to the next monthly antique fair.
Doubt either of us would've ever guessed it, but we got along great. With neither of us dating we didn't have to worry about the awkwardness of a third, barely known, person. I was no slouch in the kitchen, but she was definitely a much better cook. Most nights we ate dinner prior to watching a bit of television, or reading, with many a night her falling asleep on my shoulder, or laying her head in my lap, with me stroking her hair. At least once a week I'd give her a massage, always managing to see her panties. Nearly every other time I would run her a bath, and once in awhile take off her dress, but never her underwear.
One or two nights a week I picked her up when she fell asleep and carried her to her bed, tucking her in and giving her a kiss. If she was not in her nightie I would take her dress off, putting her to bed in her underwear. I resisted the urge to see her naked, but I always took my time covering her up.
The scent of her would always get me at least semi-hard, and I'd go to bed and jack off, but never thinking about Jen, she was my sister. It was Tracy on my mind, after all this time, and the sex was better now than when we were together.
Weekends we did the yard work together, or other little upkeep a house always seemed to be in constant need of, then work on whatever antique piece we had at the time. It was always a pleasant experience and I looked forward to this time. Except for doing the Sunday crossword together, neither of us really even had a hobby, besides the antiques.
An occasional weeknight, and always Saturday nights, we went out to dinner, several times being mistaken as husband and wife. Jen would always smile, never correcting them, and I saw no reason to possibly embarrass our server, so I too let it slide. Could not really blame them, as Jen liked holding my hand when we went out, and sitting next to me in a booth instead of across from me. Grocery shopping I pushed the cart, and she walked beside me arm in arm.
One or two Sundays a month we would take a drive, and do a bit of antique shopping, but that was it. Neither of us were interested in going to the movies, bar-hopping, or much else. We liked each other's company, laughed at each other's jokes, and enjoyed just talking.
Before I knew it, it was end of the school term madness. I come home exhausted on the next to last Thursday night of the semester, did not have Friday classes, to find Jen at the stove stirring dinner, her back to me. She is wearing a light yellow short summer dress, and she looks so sexy with her little butt wiggling from the vigorous stirring motion.
I reach around, cupping both of her breasts and kiss her on the shoulder. She tilts her head away from me exposing her neck. I kiss my way up. "You smell absolutely divine, and horny."
"Stop it, it's just a new seafood dish I'm trying."
"No, that's no food I smell. It's a woman's arousal, and I like it."
She spins around in my arms scolding me, "Ronnie, don't be so crude and–"
Kiss her, before it sinks in, 'she's my sister,' and it's no sister-type kiss I lay on her. Square on the lips, no tongue, but might as well have been. My hands are on her ass holding her tight, as I grind my body into hers, and Jen isn't stopping me. I want to take her right here on the floor, then remember who it is, and back away only to lamely offer, "I'm so sorry Jen. Don't know what came over me."
She smoothes out the front of her dress, and it is impossible not to notice her hard nipples. "It's okay Paul, I understand. I'm so sorry I called you Ronnie. Was obviously more than a little confused myself," Jen reassures me, kind of fanning herself. "Is that the way you came home and greeted Tracy every night?"
"Yes, she left before the honeymoon wore off. Well, at least for me anyway."
"Said it before, and will say it again, stupid, stupid girl! Go, clean up some before dinner." She looks down at my crotch. "You might want to change into something more comfortable."
It is then I become aware of my hard on. I feel myself turn beet red and shuffle off, trying to keep it from getting any worse, which is probably not even possible.
Do not change my clothes, just splash my face with cold water, and stare into the mirror, trying to figure out who I was, or thought I might be. Maybe Jen thinks I mistook her for Tracy, but I knew there wasn't a chance of that ever happening. "God, she must think you're some kind of pervert." My reflection just nods at me.
I rub my temples trying to remember what Tracy even looks like, all I can see is Jen. Knew this was wrong, and kept telling myself, I was thinking of Tracy, looking at Jen, but thinking of Tracy, which got me hard. But, that is bullshit, no doubt from the beginning, since I can't even remember the color of Tracy's eyes. They weren't hazel like Jen's, and weren't fun and lively, more cold than anything else.
Just stand there staring into the mirror, for who knows how long, trying to figure out who I am, or what I wanted. I certainly knew what I couldn't have, but the rest was a blank.
* * *
We eat dinner slowly, and neither of us say a word, I'm terrified she'll leave me, but I'm going to have to say something, at least try to explain. After finishing my meal I start off, "Jen, as always, a great meal. Ah, I'm really sorry what happened. I won't–"
"I'm not," Jen cut me off, smiling wickedly. "I think it's about time we went to the next stage of our relationship, don't you?"
Speechless, I have to mentally run that through my head again. "Ah, our relationship?" I was more than a little confused. "What might be the next step– er, I mean, stage be?"
"Obviously, to consummate the relationship and–"
"Jen, are you forgetting you're my sister?" I wonder if she knew I got hard carrying her to bed, or jerked off afterwards. I wonder if she knew I didn't think of Tracy, or can't even remember what Tracy looks like. Five years of pining over my supposed sweetheart, soulmate, and all I can see is Jen.
"Really? Seems to me I've been your surrogate wife for nearly a year now, and I have no problem with that, even enjoy it. But, if I'm going to have the job, I want the pleasures."
