Author's Note:
Part 9 of the story. As always all persons are over 18 years of old.
Two Weeks Later
We were all sitting around the table having dinner when I noticed glances going back and forth between all the family members. It seemed like there was something on everyone's mind, but no one wanted to say anything. I looked over at Lila and she was sharing looks primarily with Sara. I saw Sara's face and saw an expression I'd never seen on it before.
Fear.
Ever since my birthday, Sara had been spending more and more time with me and Lila, hardly a night going by when she wasn't in our bed with me, Lila, and Kyra. The two had always been close, but now I noticed that they were also talking privately more. Hushed conversations that quickly broke off when I entered the room. Last night, I'd gotten home late from work, a company car having to drop me off, when I saw everyone in the living room. Instead of the normal TV and fuck session, they all seemed to be talking and from the looks of it, it was a serious talk.
Of course I asked Lila what it was all about, and she waived it off, saying it was about Sara and something she was thinking about. I asked what and she told me Sara wasn't ready to talk to me about it yet. This kinda hurt, especially since the whole rest of the family had been so accommodating toward me since my arrival, no one more so than Sara.
So, why couldn't she confide in me?
"Enjoying the lasagna, son?" Michael asked me from the other end of the table.
"It's good," I said somewhat muted, somewhat in my own head and confused about the weird vibe around the table.
"Is everything ok?" Lila asked me, somewhat quietly.
"Yeah," I said unconvincingly.
"What is it?" she asked again nervous.
"Why don't you tell me?" I said a bit louder than before, still looking down at my plate. Loud enough that everyone heard me.
"Is something the matter?" Noni asked.
"I'm sorry," I said apologizing, "everything is ok. Didn't mean to disturb," I said turning back to my meal. Noni was having none of it.
"Please," she said lowering her utensils, "you know you can share anything with us."
"Of course," Michael said in concurrence, "what's on your mind?"
"I think the question is more what's on all your minds?" I said quickly. They all looked around at each other and shot more than a couple glances toward Lila and Sara. "It feels like something is going on and I'm kinda on the outside here. If it's a private family matter, I understand. Just tell me that and I'll stay out of it."
"Son, of course not," Michael said quickly. "You're part of this family and we don't want you thinking otherwise." I could hear the sincerity in his statement but knew that there was something. He turned and looked at Lila and Sara. "I think you better tell him."
"Tell me what?" I said looking at Lila and Sara. Sara was practically fidgeting.
"Let's talk after dinner," Lila suggested.
"Uh uh," I said, maybe the most forceful with my wife I'd ever been since we were married. "Something's going on and I want to know right now what it is. Right now."
"Baby..." Lila started to say.
"He's right," Noni replied firmly. "It's time to tell him. Sara?"
I shot a look over at Sara who looked beyond frightened. She looked at Lila really quick.
"Will you start it off?" she asked her sister.
"I think you should start, Sara," Noni said again. "This is your news. Come sit on the other side of him and tell him," she said offering up her own chair next to me. Sara got up and sat in the chair her mother had vacated. I heard Lila whisper "good luck" to her as she passed. Sara took a few deep breaths before she started.
"Ok," she said looking into my eyes, "it's like this..." she said still fidgeting. "I'm guess you've noticed that I've spent a lot of time with you and Lila since you guys came back from your honeymoon."
"Yeah..." I replied, trying to think about where she could be headed with this.
"Well, there's a reason," she said, looking over her family again and at Lila. Lila was nodding at her, indicating she should go on. "You see, Lila and I were always close growing up. Inseparable. When she went to the mainland for school, it broke me."
"Broke you how?"
"Because I realized that I was in love with her," she said rapidly. My eyes got a bit larger I could feel. I had questions, but she kept talking. "When she told us about you, at first I was so angry and jealous. I wanted my sister to be with me and then she found you."
"I never knew about how deep her feelings were for me," Lila told me in a brief interruption.
'Where is this going?' I thought. 'Is Lila about to ask me for a divorce?' Sara clearly saw me thinking and continued.
"When we went to the mainland to meet you, I was so prepared to hate you. Lash out at you and rip up your relationship if I could."
Remembering back all those months ago, nothing came to mind that suggested she was trying to sabotage our relationship. Sara continued on.
"That was my plan at least, until I met you. Thirty seconds, that's all it took," Sara now taking her hand in mine, "thirty seconds to see everything that Lila saw and sees in you. I knew I couldn't break you guys up; I love her too much. And..."
"And what?" I asked trying to get my sister-in-law to get to the point.
"I fell in love with you too," she said quietly, but with emotion. The room was so quiet now that you could've heard a pin drop. I looked at Lila who nodded her head simply before silently directing me to turn my attention back to Sara. "I'm in love with you. I'm certain of it. I love you with every bit as strength as I do Lila. You are the perfect person for her," she said still trying to get her thoughts coherent, "and for me."
"Wow," was all I was able to mumble out. "I...I had no idea you felt this way."
"I know," she said, some tears coming down her face. "I wasn't going to tell you, but Lila managed to figure it out, after your birthday. So I told her everything, my feelings about her, you, everything. She just held me after I told her, I must've cried for a solid half hour before she leaned me back and made love to me. Not as sisters, just two women who loved each other. She told me after that we needed to talk to you. I was so scared, so she suggested we talk to the rest of the family instead first."
