This story builds upon my previous story called "Anonymous Lover". Susan is David's lover but she comes home unexpectedly to find him in bed with his sister, Beth. They now plan to get her back, but with unexpected results. All characters are fictitious and all are over the age of 18.
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It was a couple of days after I had told David of my closet episode that he breached the subject of Susan with me. We were sitting in the lounge with a beer, watching a very forgettable movie.
"Are you into this movie, Beth?" he asked.
"No - not at all. Do you want to do something else?"
He clicked the remote and the picture rapidly shriveled to a little white dot in the centre of the screen and then disappeared. He regarded it for a moment. "That was, without doubt, the best part of the whole movie."
"No doubt about it.....now, what's on your mind?"
"I've been thinking about what to do about Susan."
"Not my problem, Buster. She was your lover, not mine." I reached over and touched him. "I'm happy with what I've got."
He looked at me for a moment. "I am too, Beth, but I don't like the way it finished between her and me."
"You mean her coming into the house and finding you buried in your little sister up to your balls? Why on earth would that put her off?"
"We don't know that's what happened."
"All of the evidence points towards it." I ticked off the relevant points on my fingers. "One, she's away for the very week you decide to kidnap me, but the weather gets really shitty...so she comes home early".
He was silent, so I continued. "Two, on the morning that she is due back the front door suddenly opens in the storm whilst we are engaged in horizontal physical training."
"It could have just blown open with the wind."
"It's got a deadlock on it....open with a key and shut with a key. Some clever fucking storm to put a key in the lock and turn it."
"Well....OK."
"Three, that same morning we find a mysterious present on the sofa that wasn't there before we went back to bed after breakfast. It has 'To David from Susan, Kiss, Kiss, Kiss,' written on it....that's a bit of a clue."
He nodded, and I went on. "Four, we find the spare key to the front door on the hall table; and five, she stops speaking to you and won't return any of your calls or messages from the very day that all of the above happened."
"But she was away."
"Not at first. Her Mum said that she came back from her holiday early and stayed around a week or so, then lit off to somewhere else. She said that Susan was very preoccupied. Well, unexpectedly seeing the love of your life vigorously fucking his sister would do that, wouldn't it?"
David shook his head. "We don't know that. What makes you think that she actually saw us doing it?"
"How can you think anything else? Let's work through the scenario....she lets herself in on the Wednesday after Easter with the key you gave her, full of joy and happiness at the prospect of seeing you again. She sets the key down on the table in the hall and walks down the corridor to the lounge, where she puts her present to you on the sofa. The sound of the storm drowns out her entrance. The house is quite dark, but she's surprised to hear noises...voices. Her curiosity is piqued. She steps out of the lounge and across the hallway, and is drawn to the bedroom like a moth to flame to see what's making all the noise. There we are, on the bed in front of her, engaged in you know what. She sees us, turns and runs out of the house, leaving her keys and the present and the door swinging in the wind."
"But we would have seen her at the bedroom door."
"No. Remember that was the morning when we really discovered each other for the first time. We were right into it, with my legs up by your ears and you tickling my tonsils...from the inside. Both of us had our backs to the door...you could have flown a 747 into the house and we wouldn't have noticed."
David was silent, thinking over what I had said. At length he nodded agreement. "But she can't have seen much. The lights were out."
I shrugged. "I'm not sure how much she could see or hear. We don't know how long she was there, but I imagine she at least saw enough to know you were shagging an unknown female in your bed. Whether she figured it was me is another matter....it would be useful to know, though, as you're going to have to deal with all of that if you ever want to talk to her again."
"Yeah. Let me think about that," he said.
*****
I turned in a bit early that night. I loved this big bed with its soft mattress and its old-fashioned bedstead and big fluffy doona. I'd changed the sheets that morning and they were crisp and white against my skin. The brass rails on the bed gleamed butter gold in the soft light from the lamp beside me, and its old fashioned shade cast interesting shadows into the corners of the high ceiling above my head.
I became aware that David had entered the room dressed in his jocks, carrying a camera attached to a tripod. I looked at him. "I know it's a stupid question, but what the fuck is that for, Spielberg?"
He smiled at me. "It's my idea to find out what Susan saw." He set the tripod down in the doorway and fiddled with the camera so that it was pointing down towards me.
"Susan is about five nine, which is the same height as this tripod," he explained. So she came into the room and looked at the bed, right?"
"Yeeesss...." I didn't like where this was going.
"Well, if we reenact what we were doing and then check out the video, it will give us an idea of what she could see." He grinned at me, overcome with his brilliance.
"No."
"No? What do you mean, no?"
"Well, we don't know how long she was there for, nor do we know how much light was in the room. The drapes were back but it was pretty dark from the storm. Aside from which - and I know that you are going to find this hard to believe - I actually don't fancy a bit tonight."
