Lacy giggled as she handed me her key. The skin on her cheeks had lifted, her eyebrows sat a little higher on her face. The little lines at the corners of her eyes were drawn thin. It reminded me of Christmases some thirty years ago: Lacy as a toddler, excitedly tearing wrapping paper into shreds to get at whatever was inside.
But now that it came to it, I wasn’t sure I could go through with it.
“I can’t believe we’re about to do this!” She whispered. I almost expected her to start licking her lips. “It’s going to be so much fun!”
I smiled and held out my key, which she snatched.
Then her eyes narrowed. “You are still happy to do it, aren’t you?”
She was my little sister. We’d always shared everything. How could I possibly disappoint her? “Yes, of course. Like you say, it will be a lot of fun.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
“Come on, tell me. Is it Bobby? Has he changed his mind?”
“No.” I shook my head. “No, it’s not that. We both know he fancies you.” I’d caught him staring more than once. “It’s just…” How could I tell her that I had changed my mind?
“What is it?”
She was starting to look unsure, like maybe she wasn’t going to get what she wanted after all. So I lied. “I’m not really comfortable with turning up in your bedroom uninvited.”
“What?” She laughed and placed a hand on my arm. “You’re worried David will be upset? You are gorgeous, Mim. He won’t be able to believe his luck.”
“Lacy, I’m forty-three,” I offered, as if I thought that made any difference.
“I know, it’s not fair. My boobs sag more than yours do.”
That wasn’t true at all, but I still smiled self-consciously at the compliment.
“Now go on, have fun. We’ll compare notes later!”
She turned and headed toward the lift with my key, and I stood staring at hers. I could just go and sit in the bar for a few hours, I told myself. Drink my bank balance dry and then return to my bed when my husband was fast asleep.
Instead, I turned and walked down the corridor to Lacy’s room.
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14 thoughts on “Sisters, sisters”
Well I follow you and I don’t know why your posts don’t automatically pop up on my blog feed thing. Very nice, Ms Haydon, very nice.
I have no idea why they wouldn’t, but thank you!
I had a request to ghost write some swinger erotica the other day, and this short story popped into my head at the same time.
one day we’ll talk about my experiences at a swingers club where i realised i wasn’t as cool as i though i was!
That sounds juicy – I can’t wait!
I’m thinking this is one for the ladies, given the focus on her pleasure. But if you’re a man and it’s turned you on, please let me know!
Call it market research 🙂
I like it. Great twist.
Thank you very much, I’m glad you enjoyed it!
I have to admit, the ending took me a little bit by surprise myself. I knew that I wanted Lacy to have not gone through with it, but in my head Miriam felt guilty about it. Except when I wrote it that ending came out instead.
I love when a character takes on a life of its own and throws the writer for a loop.
Totally – it’s always a little bit of a thrill, like creating a monster: “it’s alive!”
My second novel did that to me. I had a vision for a character and she went in a totally different direction.
Damn!!!! Is that enough of a comment???
Works for me! Thank you so much 🙂
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