Chapter 4

It was a few days later. Abigail was working another night shift. She'd spent the previous day with her sisters shopping, but if Analise had heard or suspected anything, she either didn't tell Abigail or Abigail didn't let on that she knew.

Abigail headed to work at about 10:45 that night. Soon thereafter Allison called Jack and invited him over to watch a movie with her, Analise and Ben.

As he arrived and came into the family room, he glanced at Analise, who seemed indifferent to him. Her reaction seemed to set his mind at ease, and they all settled done for the movie. Ben lay on the floor, Analise sat on one side of the sectional and Jack sat on the other side. Allison lay in the middle with her feet in Jack's lap. She was covered with a blanket and Jack discreetly massaged her feet in the dark.

About midway through the movie, Jack needed to go to the restroom. He nudged Allison's feet off his lap.

"Where you going?" she asked quietly.

"Need to unload all the Mountain Dew I drank earlier." She said nothing, but turned her attention back to the screen. He got up and headed to the downstairs bathroom, but noticed the back of the toilet off.

"Toilet's not working! You'll need to go upstairs!" It was Ben yelling from the family room.

Jack bounded up the stairs and went into the upstairs bathroom. Having drunk an impressive quantity of pop, it took Jack a few minutes to drain it all. Suddenly the door swung open. In his shock, he almost peed on himself, but was able to pinch off the stream. To his astonishment, Analise filled the doorway. Jack quickly tried to cover himself.

"Um, this one is occupied," he joked as he tried to overcome his surprise. Analise stepped into the bathroom and closed and locked the door behind her.

"You don't have to hide it from me," she said with a smirk. "I mean, I don't want to be the only sister who hasn't seen it."

Jack's heart stopped and the blood drained from his face. He was speechless.

"Didn't think I knew, huh?" she said with a little laugh. "I came in the front door after the taxi dropped me off, and imagine my surprise at the sounds coming from downstairs. I could make out Allison's voice—sill my thought she was still a virgin—but I wasn't sure who the guy was. I decided to wait outside to see who came out. I mean, I saw your car, but surely it couldn't be our dear, loving brother-in-law. I just assumed you'd left your car here and had someone drive you to class."

Jack fumbled with his zipper, still turned partly away from her. He stayed mute.

"Then, imagine my even bigger surprise when you came out the door. Not only that, but I could smell it when we hugged." Jack blushed. She let out another sardonic laugh.

Jack knew there was no denying. "Why haven't you told anyone?" Jack asked warily, keeping his eyes in contact with hers.

"Oh, I don't know. Call it ... motivation."

"Motivation?"

"The more cynical might call it blackmail."

"What?!" he stammered, almost choking on his spit. "You've got to be kidding me." Her expression told him how serious she was. "That's low, Analise. Even for you."

"No lower than cheating on your wife with her teenage sister."

Jack knew she had him there. He was trapped. The one person who couldn't know about him and Allison was the one person who knew. He sighed in resignation. "What do you want?" he asked quietly.

She silently stood looking at him. Then her expression changed. He'd seen that look before, but never from her. She took a few steps towards him, forcing him to back against the wall.

"Why?" he croaked, knowing at that moment what she wanted.

"Abigail always talks about how good you are, and apparently Allison agrees," she answered, pressing against him. Her perfume filled the air. "Why should I be the only one missing out?"

Analise leaned in to kiss him. He tried to pull back further, unsuccessfully. He turned his head away from her lips and then felt her hand pressing against his crotch. When he didn't respond to her liking, Analise stepped back, a mix of anger and rejection on her face.

"Why don't you want to kiss me?" she snapped.

"Oh, don't know," he said sarcastically. "How about ... blackmail?"

"I'd think that'd be the reason why you would do it anyway." The evil grin crossed her face again. "Abigail and I have so many long talks when we get together. Sometimes things just ... slip out."

Jack wanted to punch her, but instead let out another sigh. "Why'd you have to do it this way? Why not just ask me to be with you, instead of being so deceitful?"

She hesitated at this question. Then she snorted. "So you'll do it with just anyone, huh? Not very faithful, are you?"

"No, I won't do it with just anyone," he responded defensively, then tried to disarm her. "But I do find you attractive, and as you may have guessed, I'm currently in state of sexual upheaval." There was a moment of silence before Analise spoke again.

"So, you do find me attractive?" she said, her voice carrying a hint of vulnerability.

"Well, yeah," he stammered.

"More attractive than Allison?"

'How do you answer that?' he thought. "Not more or less. Just different."

She smiled. "That's a safe answer."

"What do you want me to say? I find you both attractive."

"Hmmm ... Did you find me attractive that day last year when I was trying on my lingerie?"

Now he wanted to punch himself. Was he just so transparent? What a lousy voyeur. He still decided to call her bluff. "Lingerie? What are you talking about?"

"Come on. After my wedding shower. I know you were only pretending to be asleep. I put on the show just for you, you know."

"Sorry, Annie," Jack said, shrugging. "I don't remember."

She stepped closer to him. "Oh sure, you LOOKED asleep. But your cock sure didn't."

Jack blushed. Dammit.

"Kind of like now," she said, pressing her hand again against his jeans. Sure enough, all this talk had given his traitorous cock a little rise. Analise leaned in, and this time Jack met her kiss. She immediately shoved her tongue into his mouth. Matching her personality, she was indeed a much more aggressive kisser than either of her sisters. They kissed for few minutes while she rubbed his cock through his jeans, hardening him further. He reached up and let his hands brush across her breasts. Shortly, they broke their kiss.

"We need to get back for the movie," she said, breathlessly. "When you get home after the movie, you might as well just get ready. I'll be over shortly after."

Before Jack could respond, she turned, gave a quick check of herself in the mirror, and slowly opened the door. Comfortable that no one was there, she stepped out and shut the door behind her. Jack leaned his head back against the wall, his mind spinning. The thought of having sex with Analise would be a turn on for any man, but it made him want to vomit. He'd dug himself into a huge hole. As always, his thoughts went back to Abigail and his feelings of infidelity. He tried to rationalize his behavior, but to no avail. Jack knew he'd really fucked up this time.

"Oh, what a tangled web we weave..." he mumbled. One deceit after another, and he knew it would all come back to haunt him. He felt resigned to the fact that his marriage would likely be over soon, and he'd have no one to blame but himself. He sighed and went back downstairs. He took his spot back on the couch. Allison leaned over against him and asked quietly where he'd been. He shrugged.

"Reader's Digest. On the back of the toilet."

She half smiled at that, and they turned their attention to the movie.

Jack walked slowly to the door and opened it.

'She wasn't kidding, ' he thought. He'd only been home for maybe 15 minutes, and there she was, a sly look on her face. Without a word, he stepped aside and she came in and headed back to the guest room. He hesitated and then followed after her like a whipped puppy. When he got to the bedroom she already had her t shirt off and on the floor. She had no bra, so his gaze went to her breasts, pink nipples erect with obvious anticipation. He stood in the doorway as she removed the rest of her clothing, never taking her eyes off him.