The first time I met my sister in law, I knew I was in trouble. Hell from the first time I laid eyes on her, I could tell I was on dangerous ground. Lisa, like a lot of eighteen year olds, was waging an existential war against her parents and her upbringing, and like a lot of eighteen year olds, had weaponized her body and fashion in that war. Though I had never met the girl before, I had seen pictures: a gawky awkward young teen in the background of old pictures with mousy brown hair and prominent braces.
The young woman who was strutting defiantly towards my idling car at the airport that day had dyed her hair fluorescent purple, styled into a fashionable bob that hung just past her shoulders. She was wearing a tight black top with a band logo I didn't recognize; its neckline was low enough to showcase her ample cleavage while the hem was high enough to display her taut, smooth belly, which was studded with a bejeweled piercing. Her denim skirt was short enough to risk indecent exposure with every movement, while her black thigh high stockings ensured that one's gaze was drawn to her shapely legs and the tempting patch of skin above.
I think it was the piercings that really did me in though. I have always been a sucker for an angelic face dotted with a nose stud, a bright smile with a pierced tongue glinting through, innocence but with an edge. So yes, from that first moment I definitely
noticed
my teenage sister in law, but I'm a college professor by trade; I have experience handling myself around beautiful young women experimenting with weaponized sexuality, and experience suppressing inappropriate desires.
"Lisa!" I said warmly, as I stepped out of the car to help her with the oversized duffle bag she carried. After the bag was securely in the trunk I turned to her and gave her a hug. "It's so nice to finally meet you!" The hug I gave her was light, casual, eminently appropriate. I want to be clear about that. She deepened it, tightening her arms slightly around me and pushing her chest into mine.
"Hi Trevor. It's nice to meet you too, finally. I'm really sorry about the timing though. I know I probably ruined your plans for the weekend."
"Nonsense!" I lied, as she broke the hug and we climbed back into the car under the resentful glare of the parking attendant. In truth, Lisa had quite thoroughly blown up our plans for the weekend. Between my work at the college, where I was forced to take on massive course loads to appease the figures who would eventually determine my tenure and Lauren's work as a junior marketing executive where she was forced to work sixty hour weeks to appease her higher ups and diva clients, my wife and I had barely seen each other since the holidays. That weekend, Valentine's Day weekend, had been supposed to change that. We had both managed to finagle an extra day off, and we had planned for a quick jaunt down to Mexico for three days of sun and fun and lots of sex.
A week ago however, Lauren had received a panicked call from her little sister. Lauren was mostly estranged from her parents, who hadn't even bothered to attend our wedding, and had just recently started to reconnect with Lisa when the younger girl had moved out for college. Their relationship was still tenuous, and burdened by a lot of guilt on Lauren's part, so she really hadn't been able to refuse when Lisa had begged to come for a visit. I didn't really grasp the underlying issue that had driven Lisa to desperately need to be away from school over Valentines Day, but I got the sense that it revolved around the type of drama that only young people can really generate.
With all of that in mind, our drive from the airport to my suburban neighborhood was quiet and awkward, at least to start. I made small talk as best I could, asking about her major (answer: I don't know), her professors (they all suck), clubs (she didn't even bother looking up from her phone for that one). As a last desperate shot, I asked about the logo on her shirt. That turned out to be the ticket, as she spent a good five minutes enthusing about an exciting fusion of two different types of metal that I'd never heard of, declaring several times that they were 'fucking game changing'. Eager to keep things lively, I invited her to play some, and so we rolled into my driveway rocking out to Nordic accented screaming that I, thirty year old fossil though I am, had to admit slapped pretty hard.
When we had parked and the music had faded, Lisa turned to me with a warm smile on her face. "Thanks for the ride, Trev. And for pretending to be into my music." I opened my mouth to demur, but before I could even speak she had wrapped me in another hug, her pillowy chest once again pressing up against me. Without waiting for me to do anything, Lisa flounced out of the car and back to the trunk. I went to help her but she brushed me aside. "Chivalry is dead, haven't you heard?" she said to me in a deadpan as she reached in to grab her bag. She had to bend slightly to reach it, and that motion caused her short skirt to ride up enough that a generous portion of her ass was exposed.
I do mean exposed too, because aside from a very thin black strip of fabric, pale skin was all I saw. Now maybe this will sound a bit too convenient, or that I'm trying to push the blame for her objectification back on to her (I can speak college feminism with the best of them) but I would swear on a stack of bibles that as she bent over, Lisa paused and cocked her head. I would swear that as her skirt rode up and exposed her round, firm ass that she wanted me to see it, and that she wanted to know that I had seen it. The moment passed, Lisa straightened up and after flashing me another quick bright smile she made her way into the house while I hung back and did my best to compose myself.
When I entered the house, Lisa and Lauren were locked in a warm sisterly embrace. Looking on from afar, I observed the differences between the two sisters. My wife was a full decade older than her younger sister, with natural brown hair that fell below her shoulders in curly waves. She was also noticeably less curvy than the teenager, taller and leaner, though still possessing a sexy, elegant figure that never failed to drive me wild even after years of marriage. Lauren, while hugging her little sister, was obviously fretting about her appearance. She ran a finger through Lisa's bright purple locks. "I like your hair sweetie, but I thought your natural color was absolutely lovely too." She cast her eyes up and down the teenager's scantily clad body and frowned. "That outfit is certainly..interesting. Is it comfortable though?" I don't normally think of my wife as being particularly conservative in her outlook or her tastes, but the tone of her voice was unmistakably that of a disapproving mother figure. Lisa didn't miss it either. She backed out of their embrace and trained a thoroughly unimpressed look at my wife.
"My hair. My clothes. Now you just need to make a snide comment about my piercings or tell me that I should date Jimmy the preacher's son and you'll have completed the Mom trifecta." Lauren blanched at that, as Lisa no doubt knew she would.
"Oh nonsense." Lauren said. "It's great to see you sis, I just." She paused, shook her head. "Never mind, it's just great to see you." Lauren looked over Lisa's shoulder to where I was standing. "Trevor, be a gentleman and help Lisa get settled in the guest room." She looked back at Lisa. "I'm sure you're tired from the flight and everything. Why don't we all take a few hours to rest, and then grab some dinner. Sound good?" After receiving nods from everyone she whisked away into the kitchen while I grabbed up Lisa's bag and made my way towards the guest room with Lisa following behind me.
"Sorry about the clutter." I said to her as I opened the door. "This is sort of a guest room slash storage situation." Lauren had done her best with the assorted junk in our spare room, but it was still very cramped with unused exercise equipment and various other flotsam, with a single bed in the corner. "You do get your own bathroom though, right next door."
"No, this is great, thanks Trevor." Despite her words, Lisa sounded much more gloomy and pensive than she had just a few minutes ago. Taking a stab at what was wrong, I reached out and put a hand on her shoulder.
"Hey, don't mind Lauren either. I don't think she meant to nag or anything, I reckon it was just the shock of seeing you for the first time in so long. Old dynamics are hard to shake, yeah? And she's been super stressed lately anyway." Lisa sighed softly, and turned to look at me.
"Yeah yeah, I totally get it. And I admit, that's kind of the reaction that all of this.." She motioned down her body. "..is supposed to get." Her smile was fierce and defiant. "She just sounded so much like our mom that I had to say something."
