EroticReverie

 I think I looked like I must have seen a ghost when my sister walked into the house with her new boyfriend. Either the guy I had just hooked up with from the bar last week had an exact doppleganger , or my sister was dating a guy that had cheated on her with her younger sister.

I could tell by the way he froze when he saw me sitting on the couch , it wasn't a doppleganger.

I could tell by the panic in his eyes he was already playing out the worst case scenario in his head and was praying I wouldn't rat him out right then and there. As my sister hugged my mother , I made eye contact with him and quickly shook my head as to let him know I was NOT about to out him. I did not want my sister knowing her little sister had just spent the night at her boyfriends house last week after finding me at the bar. And I didnt want my parents knowing either, or  the fact I'd used a fake i.d to get in.

We both deserve awards for acting after we faked introductions, pretending to have never met each other, pretending we both didn't know what the other looked like naked, what each others cum tasted like.

I heard an audible gulp from him.

"Dont be nervous" my sister said holding his arm, picking up on the fact that he was uneasy. But she'd assumed his nervousness was from meeting my parents. Meeting her family. Not that fact that someone in her family had been is his bed recently.

I needed to get him alone, just for a few seconds. To confirm that neither of us was going to ever admit that we slept together. That we weren't going to let anyone know.

I avoided speaking with him as much as possible, but just talked to him and included myself in conversation just enough to not raise any suspicion. Not that anyone would be suspecting I fucked my sisters boyfriend and let him cum inside me....twice.

During dinner, he talked about his job, about how him and my sister Kristen met.

All I could think about was how I wish my sister would've been less secretive with her life. I wish she would've been the type to participate in social media. Be like normal people, who post pictures with their boyfriends.  Did my sister not have any recent pictures of me in her apartment that he would have seen?  

I dropped my fork on my plate when my mother said my name loudly.

"Mila!" she said, and scoffing when I finally realized she was calling my name.

"Geeze, Earth to Mila!" she said and shook her head. "Can you pass the salt to your sister?"

"y-yea" I nodded sat up and reached to the salt shaker in front of my plate and handed it over to my sister across the table . 

"Sorry, I was daydreaming" I laughed and caught Jeff , my sisters guilty boyfriend looking down at his plate knowing I was daydreaming about the awkward and uncomfortable situation his lying, cheating ass created. I felt my face snarl and my eyes narrow slightly looking at him. But quickly relaxed my face and sat up and began to pick at the food on my plate.

After dinner my mother and father , and my sister and her boyfriend all sat around having coffee. It would have been weird had I stayed at the table, I don't drink coffee, and I really hadn't said a whole lot throughout dinner, so why stay and listen to their conversation? I excused myself, and let Jeff know it was nice "meeting" him.  He returned the compliment, and nodded as he turned back to the table.

It seemed awfully easy for him at this point. As if nothing had happened, as if he was able to completely ignore the fact he was pulling my hair and smacking my ass last week. After I'd walked out of the dining room I rolled my eyes as I walked away and mumbled to myself. "What a piece of shit."

I sat on the couch watching the television, with my arms crossed , cursing him, and wishing I COULD tell my sister. She deserved to know she was dating a cheater. She deserved to know that he turned her little sister out on the same bed she fucks him on. I shook my head. "Asshole." I muttered.

I watched him walk into the living room and look at me, as he turned back to the dining room, and then continued walking past me and down the hall. He was going to the bathroom. I got up and followed, and I could tell as he looked back he was hoping I would. I followed him down the hall to the bathroom as we stood outside the door.

"What the fuck" I whispered.

"I know, i know, listen, listen " he said holding his hands up as if trying to calm me.

"No YOU listen, because of you...because of your lying cheating ass...I FUCKED my sister boyfriend...and i cant tell her!" I said in a loud whisper.

"Youre not going to tell her?" he said with slight surprise.

I made a face as If I thought he was the biggest idiot in the world.

"Of course im not going to fucking tell her!" I whispered. "What the hell would I say...sorry sis...but your boyfriend fucked me last week, oh and by the way...he came inside me too?" I shook my head.

"You really are a fucking prick." I said.

He sighed. "I know...I know...I'm sorry ...I don't usually do things like that." he said.

"Oh please!" I rolled my eyes. " I dont believe that for a second!"

"I don't!" he said in a whisper.

"SURE." I said and crossed my arms stuck my foot out, and tapped it on the floor. "So when are you going to break up with her?"

"huh?" he said as if the thought never crossed his mind, as if he had every intention of continuing to date my sister, after he'd been inside me.

"You cant seriously keep dating her....that's disgusting." I said. But rolling my eyes, thinking he was probably someone who thought it was hot. Probably a fantasy of his to screw a set of sisters.

"I cant break up with her." he said.

"Oh yes you can...and you WILL, because it's going to be hard enough to live the rest of my life with knowing I fucked my sisters boyfriend, I refuse to have to see you at Sunday dinners, and whenever else, and have to pretend like that shit never happened!" I said.

"You don't understand....I can't" he said.

"Fuck you...yes you can...you have to." I said not backing down.

He shook his head and lifted his hands to his face, rubbing them up and down as he exhaled loudly in frustration, then his hands fell from his face to his side and sighed.

"She's pregnant." he said and I felt my heart drop, I felt my stomach turn and I felt like I was going to be sick.  He was tied to us for life. There was no getting rid of him, even if they were to break up. I fucked the father, of my sisters apparently soon to be child.

"No." Was all I could manage to say as i stood frozen and at a loss for any other words.

He nodded.  "We just found out two days ago."

"But you guys JUST started dating" I said, trying to figure out when he got her pregnant.

"We were sleeping together before we started dating" he said with another sigh and tilted his head back and shook his head.

"This is so fucked up" he said lifting his hands to his face again.

"You THINK?!" I said in a loud whisper.

"I'm sorry!" he said again.

"Fuck you! That doesn't fix anything!" I said.

"Listen....give me your number..." he said pulling his cell phone out of his pocket.

"What...no!" I said.

"We need to talk about this another time...." he said looking back through the hall, knowing if he took much longer "using the restroom" my sister would come looking for him.

"Talk about what?! It's not like we can un fuck each other!" I said in a whisper.

"Jesus christ, dont you think I know that? " he said , and now was the one giving me an attitude. 

"I just think that this conversation should be continued, or we should try to figure out a way to just...I dont know.." he said unlocking the screen on his phone.

"Just give me your fucking number."  he said angrily. And i could tell  it was anger with himself, and not with me. He knew the shitty situation he had put himself in.

"Fucking pregnant,..." I said and shook my head and grabbed his phone and punched in my number. 

"Real fucking great" I muttered.  I shook my head and muttered again.

" Hey kid...aunt Mila slept with your father while your mommy was pregnant with you....real fucking nice" I said and slapped his phone back into his hand aggressively. 

"Youre a piece of shit" I said and pushed past him through the rest of the hall to my bedroom, not looking back, and closing the door behind me.

About an hour later my sister called down the hall and said goodbye. I pretended to not hear, and put my ear phones in and laid back on my bed, staring at the ceiling.  What the fuck , I thought to myself. Great job Mila. Great job. Even though I had no idea he was dating my sister, it didn't make me feel any less uncomfortable, and it wasn't going to make omitting the truth any easier.

A few hours after they left a new number I didn't have programmed into my phone texted me.

"Hey."

"Who is this?"

"Jeff."

"Ok."

A few moments of nothing back, and I started to type, waiting, starting to type, and as I did, the bubble popped up to let me know he was typing. I backspaced and waited.

"If you're free , I'd like to talk about this with you. I need to apologize, I need to talk about it. I don't know what to do. I'm freaking out.  I know this is fucked up, and I know it's my fault. But I cant talk to anyone else about it, I can't tell anyone, neither of us can. You're seriously the only person I can talk to right now."

He was right. Sure he could tell his friends his girlfriend was pregnant, but they wouldn't know ALL of the reasons for it being such a big deal, or all the reasons it was scary for him.  And there was nobody I trusted to keep a secret. At least not this one.

"I'm free" I said.

"If it's okay with you...can you come over to my place? I'd rather just talk in person."

"I dont think that's a good idea."

"You're sister went to Matrix , she won't show up." he said already knowing one of the reasons I didn't want to go to his apartment.

Matrix was a gay club that was about a 45 minute drive away, I remember her talking about it at dinner. Her and her girlfriends were going for a bachelorette party. I also remember rolling my eyes to myself at the thought of her and her friends with penis shaped shot glasses and straws at the gay club, annoying a bunch of gay men.

"Fine. Text me the address." I said, knowing I couldnt remember how to get there, he had driven us there. And I took an Uber home the next day and didn't pay attention to where it was going.

"56 Island Creek..........you leaving now?"

"Yes."