A Twinkle In Her Eye

A TWINKLE IN HER EYE

Kara always gets what she wants

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At nine o'clock on a Friday night, a sweaty, squirming mass of the horny and wasted packed the RealUptown bar. Tyson had snagged a busty blonde earlier in the evening and kept her glass full, nodding sympathetically to the droning complaints about her boss and coworkers, her BFF, and her mother. Sandy—or was it Cindy? —was close enough to graze her tits over Tyson's shirt as her soft, round hips swayed between his hands in tempo with the bar's loud retro R&B. He imagined her doing the same little dance while she was skewered on his erection. All he had to do was get her home. The cross-eyed, four-margarita look told him this one was in the bag.

It was about time. In the four months since his divorce, he'd been on three dates. None of those panned out or led to a second date. When Tyson came to the bar, he wasn't looking for action, he was just sick of staying home alone. The kids were with his ex, so he hit a couple of popular hot spots before he met Sandy—no, Brandy. Yeah that was it. Whatever... Hell, in the condition she was in, she probably couldn't remember her own name.

He was shouting to her over the clatter of the crowd that they should take the party someplace more private when a peal of familiar laughter jumped out of the chaos and caught his ear. He jerked his head toward the sound. Across the room was a woman with a golden halo, her head backlit by dim, yellow light from a low-hanging fixture. She sat at a high-top table, her back toward him, along with three other women and three young bucks prowling around them. One had his hand underneath the woman's brown hair, rubbing her neck.

It couldn't be.

What would she be doing here, letting some jerk feel her up? She laughed again, and the glittering delight in her twitter convinced him that even if it wasn't his sister, he had to meet the woman who owned such joy.

After telling his new blond friend he was going to the bathroom, Tyson took a wide arc around the bar and saw her face. Sure enough, it was Kara. She hadn't seen him yet. He pushed through the mass of bodies straight for her and her Lothario, who was closing in. The woman sitting next to her at the table caught his eye as he got closer and gave him a flirty look. One glance at her ring, and he shook his head.

"Kara?" he said, standing by his sister.

She turned and her jaw dropped. Grinning, she jumped off her stool and hugged him tight. Tyson hugged her too, enjoying her firm breasts flattened against his rib cage while conscious of keeping his shameful reaction secret. The satisfying scowl on her suitor's face amused him.

Kara said, "Oh, god, it's great to see you!" She gazed up at him with that same charming twinkle she always seemed to have, the look that got her whatever she wanted. From the day she was born, there was something natural, wholesome about her, and the embroidered, white cotton dress enhanced her innocent image.

He hadn't seen her in months, since Christmas. That was the week before the party where he discovered he was married to a corporate slut. What was Kara doing, hanging around this meat market?

She introduced him all around as her brother, garnering raised brows from all three of the other women. He didn't remember any of the names. The men glared at the newcomer hogging all the attention.

"Hope I'm not interrupting anything," he said, glancing around at the women.

They all shook their heads, replying "No, you're not interrupting" and "Not at all" and "You can have my chair if I can sit on your lap."

Kara shot her friends an evil glare. "Hands-off, bitches."

"Where have you been hiding

him

?" one of them said with a seductive stare, drinking him in from his head to just below his waist.

She wasn't the same one who'd flirted with him earlier. Tyson automatically looked down at her left hand, and she slid it off the table, hiding it. The third woman had no telling rings or tan lines, but he didn't care. Only one person at the table interested him.

"What's going on these days?" he asked Kara. She wasn't wearing a ring either. "Where's Gary?"

She lowered her eyes. The natural color in her cheeks turned brighter than usual.

The single woman said, "We're celebrating." They all raised their glasses except Kara.

"Celebrating?"

He looked to Kara, but she wouldn't meet his gaze.

"I sorta got a divorce."

Tyson clenched his fists. He'd never trusted that sonofabitch she married. Gary was always a little too friendly and touchy-feely around other women. Tyson could guess at the cause of the divorce. He sympathized with the pain his little sister must be going through, but a small part of him smiled at the way things were turning out. Not that he thought this would change anything.

The three wannabe suitors had vanished.

He said, "Maybe we can get together and have dinner. Compare notes and commiserate, y'know? Where are you staying?"

"I'm still at the condo for the next eight days." She was still hiding her eyes. "I don't know where I'm going after that. I, uh...sorta lost my job, too."

"Aw, geez. I'm sorry." He hugged her again. "What happened? Cutbacks?"

"I caused a problem with one of our vendors."

"What?" I said. "You screwed up an order and they fired you?"

"It was more than that," she said. "I thought nobody would notice. I got caught."

Tyson had never seen his sister so timid and nervous. She was gifted with a bubbly personality, always the bright spot in any crowd.

"Well, since you're on a budget, can I buy you another drink?" Her glass was nearly empty.

Kara laughed. "Sure. I'm a cheap date." She flashed a playful glance up at him. "Ginger ale. On the rocks."

Tyson flagged a nearby waitress and told her refills all around the table. He looked around for Sandy/Brandy and saw her walking towards the door with some other guy. She was laughing, and the guy's hand was clenching her abundant ass.

Oh, well... Who the hell names their kid Brandy, anyway?

Kara said, "I'll probably have to move in with Dad for a while."

No way she was looking forward to that. After their mom's unexpected death a few years back, their father had plunged into a renewed social life. Women slept at his house two or three times a week. Other nights he hosted poker or had a bunch of guys over to watch a game. He was acting like a teenager again. All four of the children were happy for him, but Tyson knew that Kara living there would put a crimp in both of their lifestyles.

A stray thought popped into Tyson's head. It jumped out of his mouth before he could think it through.

"Why don't you come stay with me?"

It was a stupid idea, and he was frantic to come up with some way to backpedal when he saw the radiant look on her face.

"Do you mean it?"

"Uh, yeah. Sure. Why not?" The more he thought about it, the more sense it made. "We have an empty bedroom. You can stay as long as you want. I mean, until you find a job and save some money so you can afford your own place."

He had thought of converting the fourth bedroom into a home office or a man-cave, but those plans evaporated at the sound of his sister's delighted squeal. She jumped up and squeezed his neck, then planted a warm kiss on his cheek that lingered for a few seconds longer than a proper, sisterly kiss should, causing that obscene swelling in his pants again.

"This is gonna be great!" she said. "I can take care of Kyle and K.K. so you don't have to send them to daycare anymore."

"I didn't mean you had to—"

She glared at him. "I don't want to hear a word about it." This was the strong, decisive sister he loved. He knew better than to argue. One way or the other, she always got her way. "It's a win-win. I get a place to stay. You get a live-in nanny. It's perfect."

He had to admit she was right. His kids adored their Aunt Kara, like everybody did.

The brother and sister ignored her friends while they talked through a plan. If Kara could handle the kids during the day, Tyson would buy the groceries, do the cooking and cleaning, and take care of his children in the evening—nothing different from what he was doing now.

Kara rolled her eyes and shook her head, and he knew what that meant. As usual, everything would work out the way she wanted it to.

His little sister had been indulged her whole life. Kara was a "surprise" baby, the youngest by seven years, and the only girl. She had the whole family wrapped around her finger—Dad, Tyson, Benny, Warren, Aunt Brenda, hell, even cranky old Uncle Bill—they all went along with what she said. She made it easy. She never rubbed their faces in it, was always gracious in victory. A real sweetheart about getting her own way, but at the end of the day, they usually ended up getting the pizza from the place

she

wanted, playing the games

she

liked, watching the movies

she

enjoyed.

Tyson wondered if he was making a mistake. His brat of a sister was going to try to manipulate things like always.

Then again, Was that so bad? He would get to see her every day. Now that she was going to be single again, there was always the chance that...

No, those dreams were ridiculous. He wouldn't let his hopes wander there.

* * *

In the space of a few hours Tyson's life went from stressful to overjoyed.

Kara gradually moved herself into his large, white and green Cape Cod over the next week. The house was the smallest in the prestigious neighborhood his ex-wife had insisted on, because someone in her position needed a suitable address. Her salary had paid most of the mortgage, but he'd used it as a bargaining chip in the divorce in exchange for abandoning his suit against her company.

Tyson paid for a moving company to deliver the furniture Kara kept from her breakup. The two of them spent the weekend getting rid of half the furnishings and fixtures he and his ex had bought and rearranging the house to fit everything in the way she wanted. He didn't say anything about what would happen when she moved out. He didn't want to think about that.

When Tyson came home the first day, his home smelled cleaner than it had since Gail moved out. Bathrooms were spotless. His bed was made and all his dirty clothes cleaned and ironed. The dishes and clothes were washed. Everything was done exactly the way he liked it, almost like his mom had moved in.

His little sister took over care for Kyle and little Kara, or K.K., for the German "Kinder Kara" as Kara had suggested. She changed diapers, fed them, even got up in the middle of the night to rock her namesake when she cried out.

Tyson couldn't have been happier. His sweet and vivacious sister was living with him. She met him at the door every evening with a drink and a kiss. It was just a cheek kiss, but sometimes her kisses hung on for extra second or two, and his heart would thump so loud he was sure she could hear it.

She was such a beautiful woman, inside and out. He simply couldn't understand why her dickhead husband would run around on her. Despite his secret obsession with her, he knew better than to imagine anything could happen between them. If only he could find a woman as pretty, warmhearted, and faithful as Kara. He knew that would never happen picking up women in bars.

His children seemed equally thrilled to have their aunt around all the time. She played with them endlessly, read to them, and taught them the things they needed to know. K.K. was learning her potty training, and she excitedly informed him of each success.

Their house felt like a home again.

Kara had been living with them a couple of weeks, and she'd arranged a playdate for the kids with the children of one of the neighbors she'd met. She was making lots of friends. His ex-wife Gail had never been particularly sociable within the community. She was far too busy climbing the corporate ladder, apparently doing most of the climbing on her back.

Nobody was home when Tyson got there. On a whim he decided to make supper. He boiled spaghetti, heated up a jar of sauce and steamed a head of broccoli.

When he heard them coming in the door laughing, he started piling up the plates and set them on the table. Kara came into the dining room with a big smile. As soon as she saw dinner on the table she went white and ran to the bathroom. He heard the sounds of his sister tossing her cookies.

She came back and said she couldn't handle even the smell of tomatoes. He asked if it was an allergy.

"You might say that. It's a temporary allergy. It should go away in about another six months or so."

Tyson stared at her, trying to decipher what she said. She rubbed her tummy. He had noticed she was gaining weight. Everything fell into place. Why hadn't he seen it before? He jumped up from the table and hugged her. She started crying.

"What's the matter?" he said.

"It's nothing. I do that a lot these days. My emotions are all over the place." She looked up into his eyes. "Mostly it's because I'm so happy to be here with my wonderful big brother."

He hugged her again, tighter, then she came up on her tippy-toes and planted one of those long, tender kisses on his bristled cheek. She smelled so good, he was close to letting all those years of yearning boil over. He desperately wanted to confess. That would ruin everything, though.

Later that night, lying in bed, he heard the other sounds again, the ones she'd made every night since she came to live with him. In the shadowed stillness, soft moans and breathy squeaks of a woman's pleasure echoed down the hallway to stir his need.

His sister had always been a highly sexual creature. He savored a wicked memory of one time, years ago, when she had carelessly neglected to close her bedroom door, and he peeked through the narrow opening to watch her touching herself. Then came the look of exquisite agony on her face when she arched above her bed. His mouth watered and his penis jumped to attention with the wafting fragrance of her feminine joy that found his nose.

Tyson had recognized his distinctly non-brotherly affections for his sister long before that night. He knew they were wrong. He couldn't help himself. The sights and sounds and scents of her nearly drove him crazy. He got a thrill whenever they touched. He was thankful when he left home for college. He had hoped those feelings would pass.

They never did.

Just like so many times before, he took his raging erection in his fist and stroked it to the forbidden fantasy images in his head and the erotic murmurs from down the hall until he pictured her face in the rictus of ecstasy, and he relieved himself into a napkin from the box by his bed. When he was younger, his sister starred in all his solo fantasies. After he met Gail, she took the place of his sister for a while, but Kara still kept popping up now and then in those special, private moments. He was ashamed that, sometimes, she was in his head when he was making love with his wife.

The next morning when he went to the kitchen Kara was making his breakfast. He started growing hard again. She was wearing his dirty T-shirt from a couple of days before. His breath caught in his throat when she reached up on her toes for a plate from the cabinet, and the hem of the shirt rose enough to see the shine of her porcelain cheeks. She was wearing nothing underneath.

That became the norm. Kara would often parade around the house in the barest of nightwear. Her collection of slinky, diaphanous babydolls, teasing camisoles, and lacy pajamas showed hints and occasional flashes of her lovely, expectant body. The glimpses through the gauzy fabrics of her brown teats and the darker vee further below nearly drove him wild with hunger for her. More often, she dressed in what was apparently her favorite sleepwear—one of his recently used T-shirts.

Tyson didn't care, though. He had never been happier. Living with his children and his pregnant little sister, his life was as perfect as he believed it could ever become.

A few weeks after she moved in, they went to their father's house for his birthday celebration. Brother Warren and his wife Angela were there, along with their new daughter and Mom's sister, Aunt Brenda. Their brother Benny, a bachelor, was working out of town.

Kara wore a loose outfit that hid her baby bump. Everyone knew she was divorcing Gary, but she told Tyson she wasn't ready to tell the family about her baby yet. He didn't understand, but he respected her wish. He thought her pregnancy was the most beautiful thing ever. There was only one way it could have been better, but he wasn't stupid. He understood the genetics of why that could never happen.

No one seemed surprised to learn that Kara was staying with him for a while until she got back on her feet. Tyson noticed a few raised eyebrows and side glances, but didn't think anything of it. This was the right thing to do. They would just have to live with it.

He and Kara were cleaning the kitchen after the party when he overheard Warren, Angela, and Dad in the next room, snickering and whispering about something.

Then he heard their father say, "Hell, she's been talking about it since she was five or six. You saw that twinkle in her eye. I guess she finally got exactly what she wanted, like always." They all chuckled at that.

Were they talking about Kara? He looked over at her and she avoided his eyes. She was blushing, but Tyson couldn't miss the twinkle in her warm brown eyes. Was Dad talking about the baby? Why would she be embarrassed about that?

Had she really wanted a baby that long? Tyson was never clear about why she'd decided to keep Gary's baby even though she was divorcing him. It was her choice, though, and that's the way it would be.

* * *

The divorce decree arrived by registered mail. Tyson recalled how depressed he'd been after his marriage failed. Kara didn't seem upset. Still, he arranged for a babysitter and took his newly single sister out to one of the better restaurants for dinner.

Most of her clothes didn't fit her, but when Tyson saw her in the empire-waist chocolate gown with gold sequins his eyes nearly popped out. He imagined taking it off of her, slowly, and his mind whirred with the things he would do to her soft, ivory-skinned body, if only she wasn't his sister.

It was a lovely night. They laughed and talked and enjoyed the excellent dinner, then shared a scrumptious dessert.

Tyson had several glasses of wine. Kara declined, of course. He felt a little too toasted, so she drove them home.

The one thing they hadn't talked about through dinner—in fact, it had hardly been mentioned since she'd come to live with him—was her marriage. The only thing she'd ever told him about the breakup was, "There was someone else." Considering her ex-husband's overly friendly manner and happy hands around other women, it wasn't hard for Tyson to figure out where the problem was.

"I don't get it," he said after he'd paid the babysitter and sent her home. "How could that stupid bastard screw around on a woman as perfect as you?"

The color in Kara's peaches-and-cream complexion lit up. She looked away.

The truth finally hit him.

"The divorce isn't because he screwed around on you, is it?"

She started crying and ran to her room. Her door slammed.

The next morning, Kara was not in her usual joyous mood. She sat across the table from her brother. They weren't looking at each other and neither was saying a thing.

Kara's head was down when she told him, "It was one man. One time. I got pregnant. I told Gary."

"Only one time?" Tyson said. "You're sure it's...this guy's?"

She nodded, looking down at her plate and moving her eggs around with her fork.

"Things hadn't been good in a while," she said. "Gary was jealous. He said he was sorry he married me."