Lying to his wife had never been something Kyle Doran enjoyed. In the decade they'd been married, he could only remember a handful of times he'd so much as had to fudge the truth with Samantha, much less look her right in the eye and mislead her.
When he told Samantha he was once again going back up to Medford to spend more time tending to the affairs of his ill mother, that part was true. What he conveniently left out, in the bluntest of terms, was that he was also heading up to his hometown to continue the unholy affair he'd consummated with his younger sister a few weeks earlier.
As awkward as the post-coitus had been after their initial interlude together, the adrenaline and surrealness of it all permeated any concept of rational thought. Needless to say, the rest of that first afternoon, along with the drive back home to his wife was a blur for Kyle.
Driving back to Medford a week or so later, he still hadn't come to terms with the internal typhoon of emotions over the Pandora's Box he and Nina had opened. It made it no easier when they went to visit their mother in the convalescent home that afternoon. Even though she was in a state where she could barely recognize her own two children, Kyle and Nina couldn't so much as make eye contact with each other at their mother's bedside because of the dreadful secret they now shared. The unease in public didn't stop them from fucking the shit out of each other once they returned to the house, however.
With each successive trip Kyle made back home under the guise of tending to his mother's affairs, the guilt only ratcheted up.
"You're cheating on your wife...you're having sex with your sister," those two realities would grind on his conscience over and over like a dueling sabers in Kyle's head, day and night.
Still, the urge to do what he and Nina had planned for this particular night burned like brimstone inside Kyle, the same brimstone he was sure awaited him when the fires of Hell ultimately consumed him for the apple he'd so callously taken a bite of.
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Kyle Doran couldn't remember the last time he set foot inside a seedy honky-tonk like "The Razor's Edge". Immediately met with a thick and pungent haze of cigarette smoke when he walked through the front door, Kyle needed to wipe his eyes several times and cough out the scratchy burn in his throat before beginning to survey the bustling place.
The idea had been for him to enter first and attempt to make contact with Wendie if she happened to be at one of her favorite haunts that night, then have Nina trot in behind him several minutes later to seal the deal.
One quick glance up to the bar through the soupy fog revealed his target, and to no one's surprise Wendie was surrounded by quite the throng of would-be admirers.
Odd as it sounds, Kyle couldn't help feel a twinge of disillusionment seeing the quality of the suitors clustered around Wendie, deep down knowing one of them would probably walk out of there with her under normal circumstances. Somehow it cheapened the brief affair he had with her all those years earlier knowing how easily she handed out her treats. Having real doubts if he could work his way through the crush of people assembled around the bar to even try and garner Wendie's attention, before he could even try wedging his way through, Kyle heard her calling his name.
Kyle could instantly feel the 'who the fuck is this little twerp' look from several of the drunken ruffians, but he politely glided past and took a seat beside Wendie. Seeing the assorted collection of drinks the men had used to try and sway her favor littering the bar in front of him, it didn't take long to inhale the scent of her breath to know she'd happy downed more than her share already.
"You and you're wife in town?" Wendie asked, her voice slurred, and far more gravely than he remembered.
Looking down at his wedding ring, Kyle sort of shrugged and told Wendie the truth, that he had been coming home every week or so to help sort his mom's affairs. Ordering a beer, the two proceeded to catch up as the harem of men gradually lost interest and scurried away to chase new prey.
Watching her tap out the butt of her current cigarette, Kyle dipped his right hand into his pocket and pulled out a lighter to spark Wendie's next Marlboro. Even though he'd given up smoking years earlier, Kyle still carried a lighter whenever he went out, having learned nothing can help you win the favor of smokers more than providing a light in a pinch.
Unable to fight the temptation to openly stare down at Wendie's exposed cleavage, as well as her crossed thighs as she sat a few inches away in a red miniskirt, Kyle found it increasingly difficult to understand what she was saying from the volume of the jukebox behind them. For the first time since kicking the habit, he felt an overwhelming urge for a smoke "Think I'll have one too," his defenses gave out.
Even in the dim and hazy backdrop of the bar, Kyle could see time hadn't been a friend to Wendie. Her hair was several shades darker than he remembered, surely a dye-job to conceal the onset of gray, and given the liberal application of make-up, Kyle was sure life in the fast lane had taken it's toll on her face. Even her boobs sagged more than they should for a 34 year old woman, a fact not helped by her lack of a bra that evening. Rearing four kids had also eradicated any hope of regaining the figure she had when Kyle last saw her right after high school.
The one thing she did still have however were those eyes, deep brown orbs that could melt any man's will, then swallow him whole once she had his undivided attention.
So engrossed in his back and forth with Wendie, Kyle hadn't even noticed when Nina slipped inside the establishment and took her pre-determined place, opposite of them, along the rounded concourse of the bar.
Whatever diversion Kyle offered had met approval from Wendie. Whether it was a choice of something different than the usual male fare she encountered on her trips out, or if she actually remembered fondly their brief tryst back in school, but the vibe of interest coming from Wendie was palpable.
When she asked about his wife a second time, it was clear from Wendie's tone that the fact he was married wasn't going to stop her from allowing him to take her home if he was game.
Casting a quick and telling smile across the bar to Nina when he noticed her take a seat, Kyle turned his full attention back to Wendie as they continued to chat. At some point, in an attempt to hear each other over the din, their faces closed together and they inevitably shared a kiss, then another.
Knowing he could have probably whisked Wendie right out of there if he wanted, when Kyle pulled back from their kiss he made sure Wendie had a free line of sight to Nina seated on the far side of the bar. Ordering another round of drinks to keep the spirits flowing as the continued with their light and playful banter, Kyle felt his groin tingle when Wendie suddenly stopped in mid sentence.
Seeing her stare off into the distance, Kyle followed the trajectory of Wendie's gaze until it landed square on Nina.
"You OK?" he asked, playing perfectly coy.
