Yes ladies and Gents, it has happened again. My adorable wife has gone into our iTunes folder and discovered one of my songs from the 80's that she (born in 85) doesn't remember ever hearing. The song is Your Love, which is, I believe, the only hit by the Outfield. So after her playing it a hundred times over the past few days it got stuck in my head and this popped out. This one is short(er) and more fun than usual. The next one will probably be a Halloweeny story. Thanks to the great Barney-R for his editing chops especially on short notice. Gents and Ladies let's go back to the 80's. SS06

"Why's your sister here?" I asked my wife Josie as I looked at her suitcase. "She gives me the creeps."

"Wayne, my sister is the least creepy girl on the planet," replied Josie. "Can you hurry up? We're gonna be late."

"She's always staring at me," I said. "Sometimes I feel like a fuckin' antelope around her."

"Wayne you run fast, Honey, but not that fast," she laughed. "My sister makes you feel like an antelope. I have to tell her that. There are legions of men following my sister around like she's the messiah and she makes you feel a deer. You're gonna have to explain that Honey, but keep packing."

"Okay," I said. "Imagine yourself on the plains. You are an antelope. You are the biggest fastest antelope in the whole fuckin' jungle. You are the shit. That's me." She giggled. I loved her laugh. It made her seem even younger than her twenty seven years.

"Okay, I am an antelope. And I'm the shit," she giggled. "I'm the fastest God Damned antelope in the whole fuckin' jungle."

"No you're not," I said. "I am, remember. I just wanted you to imagine how I feel."

"Okay, Honey, but what does you being an antelope have to do with your hands being on my tits?" she asked.

"I can do whatever I want," I said. "I'm the shit, remember? Anyway ... I'm an antelope and I'm the shit. Until your sister comes along. I notice her and fear runs through me like shit through a goose. Your sister is a cheetah, and she's hungry. Guess what's on the menu?"

"A shitty Antelope?" she asked.

"Exactly," I said. "And around her, I am no longer the shit. She is shittier than me and I know it. What's worse is that she knows it. So she sits there on a tree limb watching me. It's a game to her. But it's my fuckin' life.

She just sits there watching me. She's waiting for me to make a move. Common sense tells me not to run. My brain tells me not to run because I'll just be tired when I die. But everything written into my DNA tells me to run. Of everyone in the herd I have the best chance to get away. I start breathing harder.

Then I realize that she's not really watching me. She's watching the entire herd. One of the smaller bucks kicks up his heels like he's gonna run. I know that she'll catch his clumsy ass before he goes three steps. He has no chance. He's just a fart with delusions of being the shit.

He kicks up his heels again and she slowly turns her head towards him. I take off, like I'm jet propelled. I am leaping and running and tearing up ground like the shit that I know I am. I am lightning personified. I am the quintessential avatar of motion. I am a fuckin' idiot. I feel her claws rake my hind quarters and suddenly I can no longer run.

There's blood all over the ground. It's mine of course. She was never looking at the entire herd. She only wanted me. She wanted me because, I was wrong. This was never a game to her. It was always about food for her babies. I'm the biggest. So I'm the most food. And I was never the shit.

As she rips out huge chunks of my flesh, she doesn't rejoice or do a little dance. It's just another day at the office for her and..."

"And will you please finish packing my God Damned suitcase before I drop you off at the loony bin," said Josie.

"Wayne, my little sister does not eat shit," she said. "She does not want to do you any harm, silly. If she ever tried ... she'd get a chance to see what a lioness does to a cheetah. Wayne, I shouldn't be telling you this but Alyssa has a crush on you. She has ever since she was a kid. But you're mine. So give her a break."

"Oooookay," I said with as little sarcasm as I could muster.

"I'm serious, Wayne," she said. "You should be flattered. Alyssa is younger than I am. She's prettier than I am and she's built better. A lot of guys would be happy."

"A lot of guys don't love their wives as much as I love you," I said. I held up my wedding ring so she could see it.

"I love you so much, Wayne," she gushed.

"Why don't you have a swim suit?" I asked.

"This is a business trip, Honey," she smiled. "If I was going for fun, you'd be coming with me. But this is a quick three day, take no prisoners assault. We go in, have a quick intro meeting. Visit their plant, make a proposal, negotiate a price and come home. We'll have no time for beaches or swimming pools."

"Okay, you're all packed," I said.

"Come here, love of my life," she growled. The kiss we exchanged was soft and warm, but hot at the same time."

"Josie, you're going to be late," said a voice behind us. I turned and looked into two eyes so deep they swallowed my soul.

There stood Alyssa, my wife's nineteen year old sister. Josie is five foot two and compactly built. She has big boobs and a big butt. Men have been known to get off of elevators just to follow her butt.

Alyssa on the other hand was five nine and defied anatomical physics. Her waist was so tiny you could get both of your hands around it and your fingers would touch. Yet her boobs were somehow the same size as Josie's. But coming off of that tiny waist and rib cage made them seem much bigger.

Her butt wasn't nearly as big, but it had the same shape and the same fullness. Her legs were at least a mile long and they were shaped like a dancer's.

Josie had dark hair, like their dad. She kept it cut short so it was easy to manage. Alyssa on the other hand had long strawberry blond hair with waves that flowed down her back.

They both had the same incredible gray eyes and right then Alyssa was using hers on me.

"I'll carry that bag down to the car, Wayne," she said.

"Thanks Alyssa," I said.

"Any time, Wayne. You're family. I love you," she said.

"Hey, what about me?" asked Josie.

"You're kind of a bitch, Sis," she said. Josie stuck her tongue out at her sister's departing back and pulled me in for another kiss.

"You rest up Mister," she said. "When I get back, I'm gonna give you a workout. You'll be walking funny for days." She reached around and slapped me on the butt.

"Are you sure you don't want me to drive you to the airport?" I asked. I picked up her other suitcase. "Jeezus, what's in here?"

"My Laptop, my projector. All the stuff I need for the presentation and a few odd and ends that you couldn't get into the bag you packed," she said. "Honey if you and I were going, I'd need two or three bags of just clothes. I have to look my best to keep my man interested. But for a business trip one bag of clothes, my carry-on bag and another bag of equipment is fine."

"That is so wrong," I said.

Josie turned and looked at me. I didn't catch it then, but her reaction was one of nervousness or fear.

"What's wrong, Honey?" she asked. The playfulness was gone from her face. And she looked afraid.

"If you and I were going and you wanted to look your best, you wouldn't pack any clothes at all," I said. She came back across the room and we were kissing again.

"Tick tock," said Alyssa behind us again.

Josie glanced at her watch and started cursing. "Fuck, I'm late," she said.

"Not yet," said Alyssa. "But I have a feeling that you will be." She had the weirdest, dead pan, Wednesday Adams look on her face.

"Alyssa, someday you'll meet a man that you won't be able to keep your hands off of too," I said.

"I already have," said Alyssa. "That's kind of what I wanted to talk to Wayne about. I don't know much about boy/girl relationships. This is my first one."

"Wow," I said. "I'd have thought that someone who looks like you would have to beat the boys off with a stick." Alyssa smiled so hard she glowed.

"I have been," she said. "And I'm pretty good with that stick. I have to make sure that only the right guy gets through it. That's why I need the advice from a male perspective."

"You could talk to your dad," I said. Both sisters laughed.

"Josie, you really need to get your ass in gear," said Alyssa. I grabbed Josie's hand and walked her downstairs to her car.

"Honey, if you're late, I could take you," I said pointing to my Mustang. It sat in our driveway looking as if it was ready to run. Beside Josie, my Mustang was my favorite thing.

"We both know that I'll never get all three of my bags in that car," giggled Josie. She reached up to kiss me.

"Tick Tock," said Alyssa behind us again. Josie smiled and shook her head. "Honey, be nice to her. Have this little talk with her. She's the only sister I have. Besides it will keep you from missing me too much. Spend some time with her. You guys need to bond."

"But look at her," I whispered. "She's perched on the porch like a cheetah waiting for a shitty antelope." Josie burst into laughter.

"Honey, a cheetah is the wrong type of pussy for you to be thinking about," she said. "You should be focused on the one between my legs. You should be thinking about how eager I'll be to give to the guy who helps my little sister out."

"I've already told John that I won't go on anymore business trips without you," she told me as she got into her car.

"That's unrealistic, Honey," I told her. "I might not want to go on a trip. I might be unable to get away from work myself. Or what if I have to go away for work? What matters is that I love you. And I trust you. John is a good guy; he wouldn't take you unless he absolutely needed you."

As I looked at her I saw tears running down her cheeks. "I love you so much, Wayne," she said. "But no matter what you think, this is our last time apart." She quickly kissed me one more time and then got into her car and drove away.

I turned back towards the house and noticed Alyssa sitting on the banister that surrounded our front porch. She wasn't sitting as much as perched there, waiting. For just a second, I thought about running.

"It's too late to run," she said.

Josie

As soon as I got to the airport and parked my car, I realized that I was in trouble. For one thing I had less than twenty minutes to check in and get to my departure gate. For another thing my carry-on bag was missing.

I didn't understand it. I had put the bag in my car's trunk myself. I had no choice. I grabbed the two bags, one that Wayne had packed and the other full of my equipment. I thought about it then. Wayne hadn't actually put any of the bags in the trunk.

Alyssa had put one bag in the trunk and I'd put the other two in myself. That meant that I had to have been mistaken about putting the carry-on bag in the trunk. Wayne hadn't done it and my sister had no reason for taking my bag. I had probably just been so worked up thinking about these next three days, that I had simply goofed and left the bag somewhere in my house.

Since the bag locked, I had nothing to worry about. Even if Wayne found the bag he wouldn't damage the bag just to see what was inside of it. Since my cell phone was also in the bag, I couldn't call him until I got to my hotel. And if I didn't get my ass in gear, I wouldn't be going anywhere. So I ran through the airport, OJ-like, to check in and get to my gate.

I got to the gate with only seconds to spare. Some of the passengers were already on the plane. I sat down in my seat, next to my boss, John, who looked up as I sat down.

"I thought that you'd changed your mind," he said.

"Not a chance," I smirked. "I've been looking forward to this trip since the last one."

"Three days of sun and fun in Jamaica," he said.

"And we both know that most of the time we won't set foot outside of our room, right?" I said.

"We'll probably get tired at some point," he laughed. "But even tired, the sight of those big old titties wobbling would raise me from the dead," he whispered in my ear.

"I somehow forgot my carry-on bag," I said.

"So what," he said. "It's not like we're going on this trip to work."

"I bought five new sets of lingerie for you," I said.

"Save them for Wayne then," he said. "Oh shit! What if he finds your bag?"

"Wayne loves me. He'd never violate my privacy," I said. "He trusts me."

"That makes him a real dumb ass doesn't it?" he smirked.

"That makes you two of a kind then doesn't it?" I asked. "You think he's a dumb ass because he loves me. I think you're one because you married a woman you don't even love just for a job. Ten years from now when I'm a fat little housewife, my husband will still love me. I'll have a great life, full of love with Wayne and our kids. What will you have?

You'll be locked in a marriage to a woman you don't love and realistically, how much higher do you think you'll go in this company? Even though you married his daughter, the old man doesn't trust you. I think you've peaked."

"How did we get on this subject?" he asked.

"You started it by insulting Wayne," I said.

For the rest of the flight, we kept the conversation light. It really didn't matter because I was already angry. I decided that maybe what I'd told Wayne should be true. Not only should this be my last trip with John, it should be my last time with him as well. We'd had a good run, but sooner or later things like this either ended or the parties involved got caught.

I could not afford to lose Wayne over John. And I already knew that like those Mission impossible teams, if we got caught, John would disavow any guilt. It would all be my fault and he would hang me out to dry to save his career first and his marriage second.

I gave the whole situation a lot of thought. As I examined my affair, like an insect under a microscope, it opened my eyes. It had nothing to do with my marriage. My marriage to Wayne was a thing of joy and beauty. But like every truly beautiful item, there was a great deal of pain, suffering and ugliness behind it. Nike shoes and iPhones were made with child labor. Diamonds are mined in conditions where slave-like employees are worked almost to the point of death.

And just like my affair, none of them are necessities.

I told myself that I was a complicated person with multiple facets to my personality. I told myself that in order to be the beautiful person that Wayne loved, I had to let the ugly out, at least once in a while.

If the beast remained chained for too long, she could get out and hurt the people I loved.

Wayne

"Ready for our talk, Honey?" she asked walking towards me in my living room. "Can we grill something and talk on your deck?"

I looked up at her, remembering my promise to Josie. I was sure my wife had no idea of the situation she was putting me in. I guess she counted on the fact that I loved her so much to keep me safe ... To keep us safe. But Alyssa was a pure force of nature.

As I looked towards her, nodding my agreement to her suggestion, I noticed that most of the buttons on her blouse were undone and the amount of cleavage she was displaying was dizzying. I guess she felt safe with me. And she also had her sister's habit of taking off her bra as soon as she could, to get comfortable.

I felt like a pervert. I'm a twenty eight year old married man. I'm knocking on the door to thirty. Alyssa at nineteen is barely out of childhood. She's at that awkward stage of being legally an adult, but still a teenager.

The worst part was that she trusted me enough to want my advice on her romantic problems and she felt comfortable enough around me to walk around half dressed, but I thought only of her as a sex object. I clearly needed to spend some time in church.

"Okay, you do the guy thing and grill us some meat. I'll whip up a sal ... Maybe I'd better make fries," she smirked. "Guys hate salad."

She came towards me with her arms wide open. My mind told me that it was family bonding, like a child reaching for her father or her uncle. But the way her boobs shifted under the blouse exposing even more cleavage, seemed predatory.

"Hugs," she giggled. I wondered if every woman in their family had that enthralling laugh. As I reached for her I tried to make it a push away hug. The type where you try to make sure that your body doesn't come in contact with any dangerous body parts.

"You don't like me do you, Wayne?" she asked sadly.

"Of course, I do," I said.

"Then why did you hug me like I have leprosy?" she asked.

"I ... I ... I didn't want to accidentally bump into an inappropriate area," I said.

"You mean my boobs?" she laughed. "Wayne, they're pretty big. They're always in the way. I wanted you to hug me to show me that you care about me and we're close. I'm not worried about you touching my boobs accidentally."

"I'm sorry Lyss," I said. "I was trying not to offend you."

"Don't be sorry, Honey, just do better," she smiled. This time I reached out for her. I hugged her the way I hug Josie. Her large boobs flattened against my chest and she pulled herself even closer to me. I was sure that she would feel the enlarging of my crotch as my dick grew. Surprisingly she didn't back away and she also held me against her so I couldn't.

Then it happened. Shock went through me as I was sure I'd felt her pulse her crotch against me. Maybe I was mistaken. Her sister did that all the time, so maybe I missed Josie so much that I was projecting her moves onto Alyssa.

As I finally pulled away from her, there was no mistaking the sigh she let out. There was also no mistaking how prominent her nipples were after the hug.

I hadn't mentioned it, but her calling me "Honey" un-nerved me. And the look she had on those gray eyes reminded me of the look her sister always got in her very similar gray eyes when they were filled with lust.

"Uhm ... I'll get the grill started," I said before ducking out the back door.

I sat down on my deck and took several deep breaths. I felt like I was trapped in a movie. It would be one of those slapstick comedies, where a normal guy is tempted by a hot teenage girl who wants to fuck him as some sort of sorority pledge thing. Then I realized it was even worse. It was like one of those Internet stories. Just Plain Bob wrote a couple of those stories where a guy had a really hot woman come on to him and try to seduce him. After the guy does it, his wife jumps out of the bushes and tells him that since he has cheated, she gets to screw another person too. She says that it's the only way their marriage can be healed.

Of course the guy she picks turns out to be a seven foot tall black guy with a bald head and a foot long dick that's as thick as a beer can. The guy loves his wife so he regretfully goes along with it. And of course the seductress turns out to have been working with the wife all along to set the guy up. Whenever I read those stories, I always think about those words of wisdom imparted by my favorite afternoon sports talk radio host, Terrence Reginald Foster, who said and I quote, "Let the bitch walk."

But now smelling a set up I started to become really suspicious. I turned on the grill and as it heated up I looked around the yard and deck for cameras or to see if someone was watching me.

I went into the kitchen to get a couple of steaks and saw Alyssa at the stove humming as she fried the potatoes. She had somehow lost her super tight jeans and made things even worse. All I could see was those long sculptured legs of hers.

I wondered exactly how short the shorts she was wearing were. I shook my head to clear it, picked out two steaks and headed back to the deck.

The moon was out, which sucked. I didn't want any tempting or romantic overtones to this evening.

I would try my best to keep things light and breezy.

Of course it didn't help much when she came up behind me and I jumped out of my skin at her words.

"That smells really good, Honey," she said softly. She looked at me and giggled as I jumped and flailed my arms in surprise.

She reached out to touch my hand and I started again.

"Okay, Wayne, what's wrong?" she asked. "Why are you so jumpy all of a sudden?"

I didn't say anything at first. I didn't want to sound stupid.

"Lyss, seeing you dressed like that makes me uncomfortable," I said.

"I've always loved it when you call me that," she smiled. "I guess you don't remember coming into my bedroom to read me stories five or six years ago, when I was dressed almost exactly like this."

"But five or six years ago you weren't..." I began.

"Hokey!" she said angrily. "Let's hear it! Why are you acting so weird?"

I started to try to make something up. But she stood there with her hands on her hips glaring at me. Her blouse sagged open and I saw her boobs in all of their glory. They were more incredible than I had ever imagined.

I was speechless. I also noticed that I'd been wrong before. Alyssa didn't have a pair of short shorts on under the blouse. She was wearing a pair of lacey boy cut panties.

"Don't tell me it's my boobs again!" she said. "Look Wayne, you see and handle Josie's boobs all the time, so what's the problem. There has to be something else going on here, so spill it!"

Again I thought about making something up but surprisingly I told her the truth. I told her that I loved her, but at that moment I was afraid she was trying to lure me into something. I told her about the JPB story and before I could finish she was roaring with laughter.

She headed for the house and turned the steaks over as she passed the grill. "I don't like mine burnt," she threw over her shoulder. I knew it was in reference to the fact that Josie actually preferred her meat a bit charred.

I sat there stunned as she flitted around in the house. I could still hear her giggling from time to time. She came back with the fries that she'd put into a large salad bowl. She placed the bowl on the table in front of me. I flipped the steaks again while she went back inside of the house still giggling from time to time.

When she returned again she was talking on the phone. She turned and looked at me over one shoulder. "Get us a bottle of wine, Honey," she told me.

"Alyssa, you're only nineteen," I said. "You're not old enough to..." She silenced me with that imperious hand again.

"Daddy, our dinner is almost ready," she said. "Can I have one glass of wine with dinner, like I do sometimes at home? You know Josie doesn't care but you'll have to tell Wayne ... Okay, here he is."

I heard the voice of my father in law telling me to loosen up a tiny bit and let Alyssa have a glass of wine. He told me she did it at home all the time and kids far younger than her drink wine all the time in Europe. He went on to tell me it was better for her to have an occasional drink at home than to go out and binge drink with her friends and get into trouble.

Alyssa took the phone back and told him to have a good night and that she'd see him tomorrow or the next day.

"See I won't be driving after I drink my wine," she smirked.

"But ... But..." I said.

She went over and took the steaks off of the grill and brought them to the table.

"Now," she said. "I have no idea who this Plain Bob guy is but no one is ever going to read those stories..."

I didn't tell her that I was a huge fan of his and that I had read every story he'd ever written. I also didn't tell her that I had at least a hundred of them stored on the computer so I could reread them whenever I wanted.

"Wayne, it doesn't make sense. I mean if the guy's wife wanted to go out and fuck some big black guy, she wouldn't go to such ridiculous lengths to do it. She'd just go out and fuck some guy and know that her husband wouldn't find out unless he came home and tripped over them. Men never notice anything. You guys are pathetic. You think too linearly. A man thinks, "My woman loves me therefore she would never cheat on me." So his mind actually rejects the possibility of it happening.

"It's funny Wayne," she said. "You guys can sense it when your fuel injectors are dirty without even starting the Damned car, but ... Okay let me give you an example. Remember what my aunt and uncle went through?

Remember they were having that argument that stretched for weeks with them not speaking to each other? Remember how he thought they were arguing over money? It turned out that she'd told him that she'd need a lot of new clothes because she couldn't fit the old ones.

He finally got angry and told someone that he didn't see the logic in getting her all new clothes just because she couldn't fit her fat ass into her old ones. It made more sense for her to just go on a diet. It turned out she was pregnant with their first child. You guys never notice anything"

I nodded because I remembered the story. It took a lot of time to save that marriage. And to this day her uncle Will only says two words to anything his wife asks. The two words are "Yes Dear."

"Wayne, before we start I need you to know something," she said between bites. I was so nervous that I could barely nibble my food. I knew that something was going on and it was beyond my control.

"If Josie did want me to do something, I would never side with her against you for ANY reason. I heard Josie tell you earlier this evening that I had a crush on you," she told me. She looked at me when she said it. I almost choked on my steak as I saw the look in her eyes. The gray eyed cheetah was back. And she was hungry.

"It's not a crush," she said. "I love you Wayne. I always have. And I hate Josie. It's not a jealousy thing. My sister has always treated me like shit. When other people are around she puts on a front. But Josie has a dark side that most people don't know about."

I burst out laughing. "I've been married to Josie for six years," I said. "We dated for two years before that. I was your age we got together. If she had a dark side, I'd know about it."

She just smiled at me. The cheetah was playing with her food again.

"Josie isn't here to defend herself," I said.

"Josie's on a vacation far away," she smiled. "I came around to talk it over. So many things that I want to say."

My heart was thudding in my chest. I felt like I needed to break the conversation up, so I blurted out the first thing that came out of my mouth.

"You know, I like my girls a little bit older," I said. She just smiled that same smiled but her eyes got a little bit brighter. She got up and walked back in the house. When she returned she walked straight to me and dropped something at my feet.

I was so nervous that I couldn't look away from those gray eyes.

"What's this?" she asked. I looked to see what she'd dropped on the floor. It was Josie's carry-on bag.

"You stole Josie's bag!" I said in surprise.

"Oh my god you're so cute," she said. "I can't wait to have you that loyal to Me." she picked the bag up and placed it on the table.

"Wayne, let's get started," she smirked. "Why is her carry-on bag locked? Think about it. It doesn't make sense to lock it since it would be on the plane with her."

She paused to let her words sink in. "Josie played with your head, Honey. She had you pack her bags for her. Why would a woman let her husband pack her bags? Do you remember telling her that she didn't have a swimsuit? Josie let you pack one of her cases while she packed the one with her laptop and all of her business junk in it. That was all to distract you from this bag Honey."

She went into the kitchen and came back with a knife.

"No," I said. "You can't cut Jo..." One look from the cheetah's eyes and the antelope went silent.

She sliced into the heavy canvas bag and then looked at me. "Wayne, I would never do anything to hurt you," she said. "Are you ready to see the Matrix?"

I just nodded. For some reason, I felt as if I had to follow where Alyssa was taking me.

Alyssa reached into the bag and started pulling out lots of pieces of silk and lace.

"Wow," I said. "It's her underwear. Big deal."

She picked up one of the items. "I didn't know my sister wore crotch-less panties," she said. "And why would she take them with her on a business trip, especially if you weren't going."

She picked up and showed me a few more sets of lingerie that got more and more risqué as she showed them. "When was the last time she wore this one for you!" she asked with one of her eyebrows arched accusingly.

I just stared at her like a dee ... Okay an antelope caught in the head lights.

"Hmmm," she said. "Most of these things still have the tags on them. It's kind of like she bought them for this trip. She reached into the bag and brought out Josie's cell phone. She placed it on the table.