Chris looked nothing like her sister Robyn, about as opposite in many ways as they could possibly be. I'd been married to Chris now for going on twenty years, though I'd hardly seen or even gotten to know Chris's younger sister very well during all that time. We were almost more strangers than family, which is also the way it was between the two of them. Chris was ten years senior to her sister, and as such, the two of them had never really been very close, even growing up together. When Chris and I got married, Robyn was still a ten year old kid. Cute, but even then a bit of an obnoxious brat, and very obviously jealous of her older sister. One would have thought that with her older sister out of the house and moving away, she'd be delighted to be the spoiled only child. She wasn't. She only seemed to enjoy that when she had it to lord over her older sister in the way their parents spoiled her. Without having Chris around, she lost all the joy out of being able to do that.
The last time I had in fact seen my wife's sister was two years ago now, at her wedding and just a few weeks after her birthday when she'd turned twenty-five, though even then only briefly. I wasn't at all surprised to hear the hushed whispers and talks about how this marriage wouldn't last. Good thing I didn't bet, because it hadn't. Two years later Robyn was getting a divorce. And worse, she was coming here to stay with us for two weeks, "To get away for a while," as Chris had put it. Trying to put the best face on it that she could, though neither one of us were looking forward to her visit. As we both thought and discussed it, it would be no doubt two weeks of crying, bitching, moaning ... more crying, complaining how life was so unfair to her, etc ... etc ... etc.
I planned on spending a lot of time out in the garage doing god knows what just to stay out of the house while she was here.
Admittedly, Robyn was an attractive looking woman, at least she had seemed to be the last time I had seen her, but then again ... that was her wedding day after all. Unlike her sister, Robyn was no more than an inch or two over five feet. And though not exactly petite, she had slightly larger breasts and wider hips than my own wife did. But her height gave her the appearance of being almost "top-heavy" as they called it in the boob department. The last time I had seen her she had been wearing her light brown hair short, with blonde streaks running through it. Once again, an exact opposite of my wife. Chris was nearly as tall as I was at just under six feet. She wore her dark brown hair long, usually in a pony tail. And though her breasts weren't quite as big as her sister's were, they were a nice-sized hand or mouth full, no complaints here that's for sure.
And not that Chris wasn't vivacious and outgoing, she was ... and she had a bit of a wild-side in her too, though she usually reserved that for the bedroom. Robyn on the other hand always seemed to run around with a chip on her shoulder ... or rather her breast perhaps. One of the reasons she'd been given that particular name. She'd been born with a small little strawberry discolored patch of skin on her chest. As a kid, mom and dad had affectionately called her "Their little Robyn red-breast." As a kid, she warmed affectionately to the nick-name. As a teenager on hormones, she resented it, especially whenever she wore something just skimpy enough to hint at her cleavage. It was hard not to be drawn to that small patch of strawberry colored skin peeking out from inside her bra, or bathing suit cups. Though even as an older teen, she learned how to use that to her best advantage whenever she wanted the attention. Which was often.
"Just try and be civil while she's here Jack," Chris had urged me. "She's going through a really rough period of time."
So would we be, but I gave Chris every assurance I'd be on my very best behavior as we cleaned and straightened up the guest room across the hall from our own. At one time, we'd planned on making that into a nursery, but then came the word that because of getting the mumps at the age that I had, I'd become sterile, unable to have children of my own. Chris and I had discussed adoption, but for some reason, never got around to seriously looking into it. Now ... even at just forty, we both had great careers and felt it was a little too late for us to be thinking about starting a family of our own. Mom and dad had once again depended on Robyn to do that for them, now ... they were disappointed once again too. Another reason why Robyn had felt it necessary to get away for a while, away from mom and dad. Neither one of them were too happy with the way things had turned out, trying to convince Robyn to give Mat another chance. Fat chance that was ... she'd already given him another chance, two of them in fact. Finding him cheating on her three times before now. Frankly I wasn't surprised. Though I'd never found Mat to my liking to begin with, I couldn't imagine being married to her myself. Not with her attitude anyway, and from hearing snippets of conversation between Chris and her mom, Robyn had a nasty way of flirting with everyone. Maybe Mat had found that disarming about her, but once again had it been me, it would have driven me nuts. And to this very day, I still swear she had flirted with me at her own wedding, somewhat drunkenly suggesting that I should have arrived a few days earlier before that, giving her a chance for one last fling herself.
Thank God Chris hadn't overheard her say that, or she'd have been looking for another maid of honor on top of tending to a black eye knowing my wife.
No ... it wasn't going to be a happy or welcome visit. One in which I certainly wasn't looking forward to at all.
I was sitting in the den watching the game on TV when I heard my wife's car pulling up into the driveway. She'd gone to pick up her sister from the airport alone, figuring that would at least give them some time to discuss things on the way back without my being there. Steeling my resolve, I quickly entered the kitchen area knowing they'd soon come in from the backdoor connecting the garage. I pasted a friendly, welcoming smile on my face and stood there waiting for the door to open, which it soon did moments later.
"Hi Jack," Robyn said demurely as she stepped in. It was evident by her swollen eyes, along with my wife's, the two of them had been sharing a cry with one another on the way home. I allowed myself to genuinely smile back at her, welcoming her here as she suddenly took three quick steps and gathered me up into her arms. "Thank you Jack ... thank you for letting me ... for allowing me, to stay here with you for a while."
That was totally unexpected, her attitude, at least for the moment anyway, was pleasant, and I found myself almost immediately warming and surrendering to it. "You're welcome ... anytime," I then added, seeing my wife's eyebrows raise in surprise at the admission, though she smiled at me a second later, giving me her own personal private little "thank you", upon hearing me say that.
"Yes, well..." I said stepping back breaking the warm affectionate hug that had just then began to make me feel a little uncomfortable. "Can I fix you guys something to eat? To drink?"
It was already promising to be another hot somewhat windy day with the Santa Ana winds blowing through the valley.
"A drink would be nice yes," they both announced, "Out by the pool perhaps," Chris suggested then, though I had figured it wouldn't be long before they would be out there. Though I myself had no intention of joining them. Not today anyway. With them both still having blood-shot eyes, I figured they'd still have lots and lots of shoulder crying to do, and the last thing I wanted to do at the moment, was be a part of that.
"Alcoholic? Or non?" I asked.
"Mix us a batch of Long Island Iced teas," Chris informed me with a look that said they indeed still had a lot to talk about. I was more than happy to do just that as they both headed off to change while I began mixing ... purposely mind you, a rather strong batch of the drink. If anything, it might help her sister to get a good night's sleep. Though I also had my own ulterior motives. Chris always got exceptionally horny after she'd had a few drinks, provided she didn't have too many of course and pass out instead. Something I reminded her quickly about overdoing when she finally came downstairs once again minutes later. She was wearing my favorite bikini too, looking damn good in it as I immediately reached out, tweaking one of her already hardened little nipples through the thin white material of her bikini top.
"Hey buster ... watch it!" She teased spinning away from me. "Mind your manners ... or you won't be getting any later," she added with a wink.
"Mind your drinking," I challenged back. "Or neither one of us will be," I admonished her myself. Taking her drink along with her sisters, she soon strolled outside, leaving me to stand there looking at her through the window as she made her way over towards one of the lounge chairs out by the pool. Bending over to place their drinks down on the table, I was lost in the vision of my wife's near perfect ass when Robyn came up from behind me quite unexpectedly.
"You joining us?" She asked pleasantly enough. I had jumped. Knowing now that she had startled me a little, giggling then ... looking out the window to see what it was that had so captured my attention. Chris, had already settled down into her lounge chair, but even then it was hard not to notice her beautiful tan body against the stark contrast of the skimpy white bikini she was wearing.
.... There is more of this story ...