Sister’s Surprise, Chapter 5

Sister’s Surprise, Chapter 5


Jessica was asleep, beside me on the couch, with her arm draped over my chest, and one leg over one of mine. We were both still naked, the evidence of our lovemaking still gooey smeared against our lower abdomens, its incestuous aroma wafting up to greet my still tired senses. I lost count of the number of times we made love last night. Her announced pregnancy fueling my desire for her.

Waking me from my divine slumber was the soft vibration coming from my purse, which was tossed haphazardly on the end table in last night’s passion. I quickly fished the device out, and opened it. “Hello”, I didn’t think to check the caller ID on my phone. If I had, I may not have answered it.

“Oh, hi Michelle”, April’s voice came through the speaker. It was chipper. Even while we were living together, I hated how chipper she was every morning. It was annoying if you weren’t a morning person.

“Hi April”, I said, trying not to wake my sister as she slept on me. Of course, as soon as I mentioned her name, her eyes fluttered open.

“I just wanted to let you know that I did have a great time last night. I know how awkward it was, but I just really wasn’t expecting you, I was expecting”, she paused, careful not to say my previous name, “him”, she conceded. “But now I’ve had a day to think about it, and I want to meet up with you again, if that’s okay?”
I didn’t know what to say. I was with Jessica; she was the love of my life. I’ve felt more passion, romance, and love in the few weeks we’ve been together than in the three years April and I have been dating and living together. I thought we were through, never to see each other again. And until she called yesterday, I never expected to even hear from her again. But now she wanted to be a part of my life again, and I didn’t know if my life had a part for her in it.

“Michelle?”. I must have been thinking about it for too long, prompting her to make sure I was still on the phone.

“Yeah, I’m here”, I said, still trying to buy some time and think about what was going on in my head. “Okay”, I conceded. “But not today. Next Friday, for lunch”.

“That sounds great to me. I’ll see you then, Michelle. Bye”. She hung up the phone.

I closed my phone, holding it in my hand, as if afraid to set it down. “Can we talk for a bit”, I asked softly to my slowly waking sister, as she held me in her arms.

The conversation was a long one, stretching from the early morning rise, well into the afternoon. I confessed to the kiss April gave me at the restaurant last night. The previous night, that kiss held meaning, like it was some promise of happiness that my heart could not ignore. But last night when I came home, I felt Jessica’s jealousy, and then felt her desire to be with me. With that passion, the kiss April and I shared became as meaningless as all the kisses April and Michael shared.

Still, there were feelings there, I had to admit. And not just to myself. Jessica had a right to know. April and I had lived together for years, and had been madly in love. Marriage had been a topic of conversation a few times, but neither of us wanted that right away. While there was passion and romance between us, it was nowhere near the intensity I felt being with Jessica. But it was there.

In that long conversation, I let it all out. I let Jessica know all my feeling, my fears, my hopes, my intentions, and my utter devotion to her and to our baby. That point was paramount.

At the end of it all, she simply smiled; her look was almost one as if I had just told her everything she needed to hear. “Its okay, Shelly”, her voice was soothing. “As I once told you, I had an adventurous love life while trying to discover my own sexuality. I’ve been with men, women, and even groups, all while trying to find what it was that I liked. I love you, my dear sister, and I never want you to doubt that. I also know that you love me, and would never do something to hurt me. Which is why I’m telling you, if you find yourself in a position where your body is telling you one thing, but your heart’s commitment to me is telling you another, you have my permission, and even my insistence, that you discover your own sexuality. I will never be able to forgive myself if I found that your devotion to me kept you from enjoying the experiences that all of life has to offer“.

Given her reaction when I came home from my date last night, I would have never guessed that these words would come from her mouth. Last night she seemed worried, even scared that I would leave her. This morning, however, she’s actually encouraging me to enjoy myself.

“Last night I was scared”, she admitted as if reading my mind. Her smile never faltering, she continued, “I had just found out I was pregnant, and the woman I loved was out on a date with her old flame. Of course I was scared. But when you came home, and we made love, I felt your devotion, your love. You vowed to never leave me, and I heard your words in my heart”. She paused, slowly stirring her cup of coffee with a spoon, clinking against the sides of the cup every so often. “But I’m not afraid anymore. I’m not afraid of you finding another to love, of finding out what you like, either with women, or men. Because I know, in my heart, you love me”.


I was at a table at a local casual dining restaurant, my legs crossed as I sat in the chair. I wore a black, business-length skirt, sheer stockings, and a pair of low heels that I was still getting used to walking in. A white blouse along with a dark jacket made me look just like any other business woman on her lunch.
Again, April had trouble recognizing me when she came in. I had to practically jump up and down for her to notice me. I smiled, feeling the confidence growing in my appearance. A week ago, I was so worried that someone on the street would recognize me. Today, it was hard for an ex-lover to find me in a not-so-crowded restaurant.

The way we were dressed was actually quite similar, adding to the illusion of two women on a business lunch. The only real difference between us was our hair: She, a brunette, while I had on my blonde wig.

This lunch had an entirely different feel from our dinner date a week ago. This was more like friends hanging out, than old flames trying to rekindle. It was a much more relaxed atmosphere. We didn’t have the tension we did a few nights ago, where we were both apologizing, trying to make things right between us. Now, we were meeting as friends, and we were actually having a pretty good time together.

“So, who is she”, April asked cautiously. “Or is it a he?”

I was taken aback by her question.

“Oh, com’on”, she teased, smiling at me. “It’s just us girls here. So who’s your main squeeze now?” She didn’t seem upset by guessing that I may be with someone else, but genuinely wanted to know, just to sate her curiosity.

My heart started beating in my chest. “No one”, I lied. I could never let it be known that the love of my life was actually my sister. It was a secret we had both vowed to take to our graves.

“Don’t you think I know you well enough to know when you’re lying”, she asked the rhetorical question. A playful smile crossed her lips, a smile I had seen a thousand times when she had a plan. She slowly, intentionally unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, revealing a teasing amount of her C-cup cleavage. She lowered her hand to her next button, and slowly started pulling it off, “Okay, since there’s no one special in your life, how about we have some fun”, she said. She opened her shirt, showing me her bra-covered breasts, the white lacy material offering me glimpses of her flesh-toned skin beneath.