My live-in girlfriend, Evie, moved out about 5 weeks ago and ever since my divorced little sister, Sugar (a name we called her when she was a baby, she hates Cecelia, her given name) has been keeping tabs on me so I won't get depressed. In truth, I haven't missed Evie. She spent the last 6 months throwing hints about a ring and marriage while finishing each subtlety with, "not that I'm unhappy the way we are."
I didn't need marriage, we were happy, we paid all the bills, had a lot of nice things and a house, had great sex, shared lots of friends and even tried to have a baby for a year or so before we found out that she might have to have IVF like her sisters did to conceive. While I really did think she would come back, she called a week ago and said we had to divide up some things. We agreed to split the checking and savings even (we hadn't touched either since she left) and she claimed the stair-master, treadmill, one of the flat screens, a laptop, and would keep her phone for the duration of the "family" contract. We always put all of our money into one pot to pay bills so we totaled all the actual house payments made, 16, and I agreed to pay her the equivalent of the principle that would be paid on the middle 16 payments of the 20 year loan.
She claimed a few appliances and didn't want any furniture except for a patio set her Dad built for us. We finished our "negotiations" by her telling me she still loved me, but she was 29 (I'm 30) and wanted to stabilize her future and I wasn't apparently interested in that. I protested that assumption leaning back on the "what's wrong with what we had" theory, but she had her mind made up. She asked if she could come over at a time I wasn't there to get her things, and promised no hanky panky, she would just take what we agreed on. I told her that if she took more I would deduct it from the check for her share of the house she paid. She told me not to worry and that after she got the check she would sign a legal document absolving her, and me, from any future monetary encumbrance and show proof that we both closed all of our joint bank accounts and credit cards.
The line she repeated a few times was, "If we part as friends and have no qualms, we might be able to get together again without any fear of angst or mistrust. After all, I still love you. Not wanting you there when I come is my assurance I won't end up in bed with you, because I miss you so." and I assured her I could do that. She would hate me if she knew, but I had a friend watching the house to be sure it wasn't being emptied, I'm not THAT gullible.
So, to give Evie time this past Sunday, Sugar and I went up to the local Apple farm and restaurant to get apples, pies, cider donuts, and lunch. The line was long as we decided on what to get and when I made my way up to the counter to pay, assuming my shorter blond sister in her red Oklahoma Sooners sweat shirt, was beside me. (we're often mistaken for husband and wife since Sugar is an affectionate sister, often holding my arm, and kissing my cheek if I do something nice for her). As the clerk behind the counter laid the charge board in from of me with the slip and my card she said "please sign here Mr. Huxley Warner the THIRD", talking like she thought it was a hoity-toity name. While my sister was named after her Grandmother, I was named after my Grandfather AND my father. All through grade school I was just Huck and then when I became somewhat of a local football star in High School and for a bit in college I was known as "Trey", as in "the third". My Dad had been a local sports hero of sorts and I wanted my own identification.
So, as she handed me the slip to sign, my sister put out two $20 bills and I pushed her hands back saying, "I got this Sugar."
She chuckled and I turned to see it was NOT my sister, but a woman about the same size with a red Ohio State sweatshirt on. I was embarrassed and just said I was "sorry but, she looked just like Sugar."
"I can be your Sugar if you like", the older woman said, "I'm single. If you have a brother who's looking tell them you found someone who resembles your wife for them." I just smiled and nodded looking behind her to see Sugar having a good time with my embarrassment. We went and found our table and waited for our number to be called to pick up our tray. I decided to wander about the place to check out the homemade condiments, jams, and pickles. I ran into the lady in the Buckeye sweatshirt a few more times while browsing, like she was following me. When our number was called I went to meet Sugar at the table with our tray and she was conversing with the Buckeye lady. She peeled off as I got there, but not before she smiled at me.
"What did she want?" I asked.
"Oh, she just wanted to say she was sorry if I thought she was flirting with you when she said she could be "your sugar". I told her I was your sister, not your wife and then she got called for her tray as well. Her name is Babs if you're interested."
"Ummm, not quite. Babs is a name for a girl in high school, where she may have been when I was in kindergarten. She has to be 55 or 60." I said shaking my head.
As we ate Babs came by our table with her tray and nodded to Sugar as she passed. I couldn't help but notice as she walked by that she quite a nice ass, poured into designer jeans. I saw her sit down with what must have been her son, about 19 or 20. Her hair was perfectly coiffed and she was dressed quite well after she took off the Buckeye zippered hoodie. As she peeled back the hoodie off her shoulders to go over the back of the chair her chest was thrown out there and again I was surprised to see she had a nice breast line. Too bad her face showed the age her body denied.
Sugar and I talked, she asking me if the day was bittersweet knowing when I got home all of Evies things would be gone. I told her I really hadn't missed her yet and was enjoying being a bachelor at the time. Sugar didn't believe me.
"You're going to tell me that you're not getting laid and you're happy with it. I was feeling sorry for you and was going to volunteer a blow-job. What are sisters for?" She joked.
"You're a sick ticket Sugar. Don't even joke about that!" I scolded her, not even believing she said it.
"Don't worry, I'm keeping my skills in practice since I left Tony. I was afraid I might have to keep sharp with you, once Evie left." She continued the tease, chuckling.
"More information than I needed Sugar. Our sex lives are off limits, even for family."
"Oh grow up Huck. We all need sex and you must be getting something. I have a couple volunteers." She said.
"Well, I don't. I have more self control than that." I said as Babs walked by and must have heard the last few comments judging by the smirk on her face.
Sugar was even a little embarrassed knowing she spoke loud enough for "Babs" to hear. She leaned up and said, "That college kid next door comes over to help me out some times, and we hooked up a little. No harm."
"You just be careful." I warned her as Babs came by, quickly this time with a hand full of paper towels, she had a spill at her table.
I watched her bend over the table and wipe it dry as her son watched. God, she had a nice ass and she was really showing it to me, bent over like that. She quickly turned to see if she caught me, and she knew she had. I averted my eyes, but I knew I was caught. She came by again to dispose of the towels and smiled at me.
"I think she likes you Huck" Sugar kidded as I told her we should go and get the apples and stuff.
Outside there wasn't another Babs sighting and we sort of forgot about her by the time we got what we wanted, stocking up for the fall.
When I got home Sugar came in with me to check out what Evie had taken, and true to her word, she just took what she said and left me a nice note, repeating that she loved me, but couldn't cope with the situation as it was. Sugar read the note after me and looked to me.
"Are you THAT dead set against marriage that you'll throw her away? She's smart and good looking too." She asked, quite seriously.
"You don't see her and live with her like I did. When she didn't get her way she whined until she did or until I put my foot down and let her know she was NOT getting her way. Then she pouted for 2 days. But she wouldn't put the engagement ring and wedding thing away. I was never mean to her, and gave her HER way more than not. You know I spoiled her and you scolded me for it as well." I said defending myself.
"Well, you would know Huck. I just wanted you to know what you were giving away."
"I'm not giving away anything; she's the one who left giving me an ultimatum. That's bribery of sorts. You got married and look what it got you, heartache. We were happy as we were, then she had to ruin it. Plain and simple." I explained.
"I suppose you're right big brother. Call me next week. Maybe we can catch a movie some night, or I can make dinner." Sugar said as she let the screen door slam and she walked to her car.
"GOD!", I thought to myself. "I've seen her more in the past 3 weeks than in the past 3 years. I hope she doesn't think I would hurt myself over this. I kind of like being on my own for a bit, even though beating off is getting a little old."
I saw there was a playoff baseball game on in 15 minutes so I took a quick shower and threw on some clean sweats to sit and relax. I got a beer and a handful of Pringles and settled in to watch. After a few innings I dozed and woke up to the phone ringing.
"Hi there Mr. Huxley. I thought if you liked my ass so much in the jeans you might like it more out of them." A woman's voice said.
"Who the hell is this?"
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