I left a bottle of wine on the table with a thank you note. I also baked the two of them some brownies—shit yes, I did—and left them on the table, cut up all nice. I tried one. Gooey. I did a pretty freakin' good job.
After I pulled out of the garage, I did something uncharacteristic: I unlatched the cable connecting my garage opener to the garage door. Then, I closed it manually.
I left the house and went to a bar to meet up with some pals, have some drinks, and watch some football. More importantly, I left the house to let the sisters have some time together without me around.
I met up with my buds, and I needed the drinks, but I really didn't watch the game. I was thinking about my in-fucking-sane plan—or more accurately, the in-fucking-sane plan that my wife's sister, Ann, and I had come up with. I was nervous. Before when I got these ideas, if I thought they might work, I just did them. Now, I had to sit back and wait and trust. It was on Ann.
So, I drank a few and kept checking my watch, counting down the minutes until I became a more active participant. Damn, this sucks.
***
I made the phone call just after eleven. When Jen picked up, I told her that we had gone back to my friend's house and that I was pretty lit. I was going to crash at his place.
She told me neither of them could pick me up anyways.
I told her I was cool and to have fun.
After I hung up, I told the fellas I was rolling. I left my share of the tab on the table, got into my car, and drove home—almost home. On the street behind our house, where not as many folks know my car, I parked and got out. I hopped the fences and stood in my back yard, looking at the house. My heart raced.
Ann's bedroom light was on. Our bedroom light was on. Not a great sign.
I raced over to the big elm tree off our back patio and began climbing it. Earlier, I had adjusted the blinds on our bedroom windows so that they looked basically the same, but they were now angled such that I could see inside if I got high enough. I had also spent some time climbing up this big ass tree to give me the vantage point. When I hit my perch, I got as comfortable as I could and looked inside our house.
The tv was on. Jen was coming out of the bathroom in her big tee shirt and panties when I noticed the light in Ann's room go off. Seconds later, I saw Jen stop and turn toward the door. Ann peeked into the room. Jen waved her in. She walked over to Jen and must have said something about Jen's shirt. Ann touched the hem and they both laughed.
They were chatting and laughing and kind of half watching tv for a while before Ann stood up.
Ann reached around to her back and pointed to a spot. Jen got behind her and Ann lifted up her shirt. Jen ran her hands over Ann's back and seemed to be asking questions. Ann shook her head, no. Jen felt around some more and Ann nodded. Jen pushed on a spot and Ann winced and pulled away. Jen gestured an apology and Ann waved it off. She turned back around, and Jen gently rubbed her back.
Good girl, Ann, I thought.
Then, Ann stopped Jen and walked over to our bed. Jen followed. Ann laid down and scrunched up her shirt. Jen sat beside and began massaging her again.
I watched this for a minute, dreaming incredible dreams. Then, Ann pulled her shirt off and tossed it to the floor. Jen continued without hesitating. Ann was not wearing a bra, and if I knew Jen, she wasn't either.
I could tell that Jen was getting a little bored; she just wasn't into it. This was about to end unless Ann took action.
She did. Ann turned over and said something. Jen smiled and nodded. She laid down and Ann sat up. Ann lifted Jen's shirt up, but not off, and she began rubbing Jen's back. It was a real massage.
Where Jen had been kind of robotic, Ann was involved. Her hands worked hard, up and down Jen's back. At one point, Ann rubbed high on Jen's back, under her shirt. She began to pull it off, and Jen helped her. Jen appeared to be loving this back rub.
Ann threw a leg over Jen's ass and sat on it as she rubbed. And the higher Ann massaged on Jen's back, the closer she leaned in towards Jen's body.
Then Ann stopped and asked a question. Jen hesitated and Ann leaned in and kissed a spot on Jen's back. Ann sat back up and resumed, but more slowly and sensuously. Every so often, she dipped down and kissed Jen's back. Jen lifted her hair off her neck and flung it to the side, and then Ann began kissing her way up Jen's back to her neck and then back down. The kisses landed lower and lower until Ann was kissing Jen's ass through her panties.
It was my first tree boner. Squirrels get them all the fucking time.
Jen rolled over on her back and Ann continued kissing. She started on Jen's navel, maneuvered across her tummy and up her breasts to the nipples. Ann remained there, licking and sucking.
I couldn't tell Jen's reaction at first, but when Ann sat up, Jen pulled her back and rolled onto her side.
My view was of Jen's face and the back of Ann's head. I saw Jen pulling it to her breast, like a mother nursing a child. Then I lost sight of Ann's hands. Oh, shit.
She was pulling off Jen's panties. Once down at her ankles, Jen slipped them off one foot and kicked them away. Ann was doing something to Jen down below, and I had a pretty good idea about it. Her eyes closed, Jen's mouth hung open, and I saw her chest rise and fall. I knew that look. I'd seen it before; Jen was lost in sex.
Ann flipped Jen over onto her back and got between Jen's legs, sucking on Jen's huge tits. Then, she began kissing again, kissing down her tummy and lower. I saw Jen's knees come up, and Ann's head disappeared between them.
I took one of my hands off the limb to adjust the uncomfortable fucking baseball bat in my pants. One of my knees slipped.
I clutched at my branch and got hold just as the rest of me slipped off. My grip—thank fuck—was good.
