Bed Rest [MF] [cheating] [teasing] [sexual tension]

**Author’s Note:** *First finished story! Let me know what works and what doesn’t work. I’ll probably go for a female perspective next time as that seems to be more popular.*

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It had been just over an hour since Tanya’s last text; “just got home, come over?”

We’d met in college, and bonded over the fact that we lived just two towns away from each other. We’d finished our second year, but over the summer, she had developed a fairly serious kidney stone. When it became clear that it was too serious for her to pass on her own, she had to have it surgically removed.

Just over an hour ago, she had finally gotten home and I’d run a couple of empty back-road red lights on my way here. I pulled into the driveway of her parent’s home and knocked softly at the door. Her mother answered. Mrs. Deckland was the spitting image of her daughter. Tall and slim, with mousey hair and some light freckling that brought a youthful life to her.

“Hi, you must be Eric, I’m Sharon. Come in, Tany was trying to wait up for you, but the pain meds made her a little loopy.

She led me inside and I was impressed by the house. Even in the dark, the outside had a modern look to it, and the inside was beautiful in it’s simplicity. Large windows went from floor to ceiling looking out onto the backyard, but the tour could happen later. “Can I see her?” I asked.

“Of course. She’s upstairs.”

Tanya’s mom led me up the stairs in the foyer and down a long hallway.

“You know, I hate that this is how Tany’s summer is starting, but I’m glad that she was able to be home. I’d hate to have to worry about her going through this on her own at school.”

I picked up my pace a little bit. “I mean, I would have been there for her.” She chuckled at that. “I’m sure you would have been. All the same, a mother likes to think she knows what’s best.

She stopped in front of the door at the end of the hallway. Peeling stickers left bright patches on the paint and there was no sound when she knocked. “I think she’s asleep, but you did come all the way here. Feel free to check on her, of course you’re welcome to stay the night. There’s a couch in there you can sleep on, and I left some blankets. I’m probably going to turn in, but help yourself to anything in the kitchen.”

After an impatient goodnight, and some blind stumbling in the foreign bedroom, I managed to find the bed and there was Tanya. Sweaty, and pained, and beautiful. She’d kicked off the sheets, and as I pulled them back up, she stirred.“Eric?” She tried to blink away the Demoral fog.

“It’s me babe. I got here as soon as I could. How are you feeling?”

“Is there water in here? Tanya looked around in the dark, and I tried to help search by phone light.

After knocking back the whole glass she took a few deep breaths, and fell back into the pillow.

“How are you feeling, babe?” I tried again.

“Bad.” was all she managed in reply.

The room filled with the rural nighttime symphony of crickets and wind as I found myself at a loss. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

She flopped over and dropped her phone in my lap. “Can you text Claire and tell her that I’m recovering?” I was actually shocked that Tanya had texted me before Claire. Sure, we were dating, but Claire was her best friend. I thought that would have superseded everything else.

“Of course,” I said. “I’m glad I was the priority.”

All I got in reply to that was soft snoring. Setting against the bed, I opened the phone and started typing out a message to Claire. Just as I hit send, a notification popped up at the top of the screen. It was a kik from someone named “Scott ?”. All I could see was the first few words; “you up? I’ve got a ….”

“What the-” I realized I had spoke at full volume and pulled the phone close to my body. The room plunged back into darkness and I waited, tensed, for any sign that I had woken Tanya.

She was still out like a light.

I sat in the dark, weighing my options. Someone that Tanya deemed eggplant worthy was texting her in the middle of the night, asking if she as up. I didn’t want to jump to any conclusions, but I’d seen this before. Hell I’d sent messages like this before. I had to know. I pulled the phone away from my chest and unlocked it. My face was bathed in an acid white glow. I glanced over at Tanya, shifted my body so that the phone faced away from her and tapped the notification.

Up popped her conversation with “Scott ?”. There hadn’t been much for the last week or two while she’d been hurt, but scrolling up, things got raunchy real fast.

“Just that little pink crop top you like, why?”

“What are you wearing?”

“That dude can’t give you what you need”

“I thought about you during sex. When can I see you again?”

It went on and on, and then there it was. The dick pic.

Now, I like to think that I’m not lacking in any serious way, but Jesus Christ. “Scott ?” did nothing to diminish the pangs of insecurity that most guys feel from time to time. This dude was hung like a fucking horse. It was a pretty classic angle of him on his back, face cropped out, but even tucked up into his waistband he had five or six inches resting on a chiseled stomach.

I stared at that image for I don’t know how long. The room started to spin. My whole life tossed wildly on the roller coaster ride that was Scott’s ?. Eventually I kept scrolling. He hadn’t been the only one to send pictures.

Tanya had always told me that she wasn’t comfortable putting pictures of herself out online, but here she was, bent over in the lacy underwear she had bought for our one year celebration, leaving very little to the imagination. The way she had angled it in the light set a halo around her perfect ass. She stared over her shoulder into the camera. Into my eyes. I felt tears well up. I felt my stiffening penis strain against my underwear. I rubbed my hand over the outside of my pants, but images of Scott kept barging into my mind.

I wonder if the Deckland’s had a bar.

I slipped Tanya’s phone into my pocket and silently made my way out of the room, softly shutting the door so I didn’t wake her or anyone else. I made my way down to the kitchen. In a daze, I rustled through the fridge. I took a beer and set to looking for the bottle opener when I heard the sound of a door close from upstairs. I froze, and listened as steps padded down the stairs. I breathed a sigh of relief when it was only Maddy, Tanya’s younger sister. I guess she was home from school as well.

The resemblance in the Deckland family was uncanny. From the neck up, Maddy shared the same slightly unkempt hair and light freckling as Tanya and their mother. From the neck down was a whole other story.

Tanya had told me before that her sister was a dancer. I’d even seen some pictures of her on Facebook, but here now, standing in front of me, I was floored. She was slightly taller than Tanya, maybe 5’7”, but she was broader. The muscles in her shoulders and arms caught the light from the countertop lights as she reached up to brush her hair away from her face. As she did, my eyes darted from the outline of her perky b-cups to the hint of a six pack under the rise of her shirt. That tight stomach disappeared into a little pair of workout shorts and re-emerged as a taut set of legs. Deeply muscular and impossibly smooth. My face flushed, and for the second time tonight, I could feel the weight of my penis inside my boxers.

I don’t know how long I stood there doing my best startled deer impression, but she eventually pointed to a drawer beside me. “Opener’s in there, man.”

I startled back to life, grateful for a prompt and quickly cracked the beer open, taking a drink. She watched me, bemused, as a I clutched my beer and drank, desperately casual. “Just a heads up,” she said, “the hard stuff is in the freezer.”

Maddy crossed past me, grazing up against my body and pulled open the freezer, retrieving a bottle of vodka. She poured a shot or two into a glass and leaned back on the counter looking me up and down.

“Anyone ever tell you that you’re not a super interesting guy to talk to?”

I deflated, breathing for the first time in what felt like ages.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just been a rough night.”

She took another drink and shrugged. “Yeah, it’s been rough for a week or so. I hate seeing T all laid up like that. Those pain meds they got her on must be something else. She’d been bitching and moaning all week before surgery, and now she’s out like a light.”

“Y-yeah.” I stammered. “I’m glad she got it taken care of. I figured I would stay a few days and make sure she started feeling better.”Once again, Maddy said nothing. She just took me in. She finished the rest of the vodka in her glass and went to pour another drink. She unscrewed the bottle and the cap fell and rolled across the floor.

“Shit.” she said.

Walking over to where it had stopped, she paused and bent to pick it up. I don’t know if I imagined it in slow motion, or if it was just the controlled bend of someone with immaculate control over their body, but it gave me a front row seat as her shorts rode up and framed the most perfect ass I’d ever seen. Muscular, but not without a little meat, I swore I was going to pop my zipper right there.

Straightening, Maddy recapped the bottle and moved to put it back in the freezer. She turned to me with her drink.

“You know, you seem like a good dude. I hope that T is treating you right.”

What? My mind went to the weight in my pocket. The phone with “Scott ?” waiting on a reply. Did Maddy know, somehow? Had Tanya done this before?

Maddy was already walking away. “Anyway, it seems like you got a lot on your mind. Try and get some sleep. If you need to talk or anything and T is asleep, just let me know. I’m right down the hall.”

With that and a wink, she was off towards the stairs, hips swinging just the slightest hint of cheek out under the bottom of those too short shorts. I slammed the rest of my beer and grabbed another out of the fridge.

I drank it alone in the kitchen by the glow of the counter lights before heading back upstairs.

I made my way to the end of the hall, but instead of going into Tanya’s room, I kept walking and went into the bathroom. I stood and stared into the mirror, looking from my face, to the strained erection in my pants. Slowly, I unbuttoned the fly and drew it out. He had been through a lot tonight, but I was planning on putting him through one more trial before lights out.

I rummaged around until I found some lotion and sat down on the toilet seat. I began to slowly stroke the length of my shaft. 6” was nothing to scoff at, but I couldn’t get the massive member from earlier out of my head. With my free hand, I worked Tanya’s phone from my pocket and pulled up the photo of her in her underwear. The thought briefly crossed my mind that this was a huge invasion of privacy, but as I continued the steady rhythm they disappeared.

Gradually, I built up speed, massaging the head and picturing ripping the underwear off of Tanya and taking her wildly. Animalistically. We were nothing but limbs and sweat. Genitals and flesh gliding and breaking over each other like waves. Only that wasn’t my cock. I was “Scott ?” and the fantasy shattered.

Even in my own mind, I’m falling short.

Time for a different approach.

I put the phone down, closed my eyes, and this time Maddy appeared. She bent over to retrieve something from the ground and I waited for her to stand back up. She looked back over her shoulder and grabbed a handful of ass.

“What are you waiting for, Eric.”

I was speechless. “Um, I don’t think-”.

She bent deeper, if that was even possible, and her shorts spread across her ass, showing just a hint of a smooth pink pussy, dripping in anticipation.

“I need you to quit being a fucking pussy and pull out that cock. ”

Cutting out all pretense, imagination Maddy slowly worked the pants down over her hips and they peeled back, revealing nothing underneath but a vagina that invited you to explore it. She wiggled her hips back and forth as I fell to my knees.

“There you go. Don’t keep me waiting.”

My rhythm quickened as I moved aside the lips and took her into my mouth, nose enveloped in that sculpted ass. She moaned softly and pushed back against my face. I sped up again, and Maddy’s breathing matched my tempo. Soft grunts left her mouth as I brought my tongue up and spread her ass apart. .

By the time I pulled my face back, She was soaked and my beard dripped down onto my chest. I stood and lined up with the eager entrance. I tried to enter slowly, but she pushed back into me and I snapped back to the bathroom as 1, 2, 3, 4 strands of cum shot across the bathroom tile and landed in front of the toilet. I cleaned up amidst my own shame.

I slipped back into Tanya’s room, placed her phone beside her bed and tried to make myself comfortable on the couch. As I nodded off, Maddy danced, naked, through my mind, muscles taut and her perky b-cups crying out to be kissed. I slid a hand down my pants, and for the second time that night, I pleasured myself to the thought of my girlfriend’s sister. By the end, cum stained the inside of my boxers, but I felt only pain, and a desire to hurt Tanya in the same way she had hurt me.

The next morning, I was awakened by a knock at the door. Maddy’s voice had been my company all night, but this time, it was real.

“Hey guys, Mom made eggs. Get em while they’re hot.”

I listened to the footsteps pad off down the hall before I pulled myself up. I looked over to where Tanya still laid, sound asleep, and I decided not to wake her. Pulling on a pair of grey sweatpants I had brought, I made my way down to the kitchen.

Mrs. Deckland had made quite a spread. She seemed like the type to pull out all the stops when she had company. She didn’t seem surprised when she saw me come down alone. “Is Tany still sleeping?”

I pushed my hair back out of my eyes. “Yeah, I tried to wake her but she’s completely out cold.” Mrs. Deckland’s face softened. “Well, I’m glad she’s finally able to sleep through the night. Well, you might as well have some breakfast.” She held out a plate. “It’s not much, but it’ll do the job.”

I took the place and moved over to the table where Maddy sat. “Thanks, Mrs. Deckland. I appreciate it.”

As I sat down across from Maddy she leaned forward and put her elbows on the table, giving me a full view down her loose tank top. She wore a very low-key, sports-style bra, leaving very little to the imagination. Her breasts were just large enough to hang, but still high and tight enough that I got the full picture from my vantage point.

She glanced up and met my eyes, then looked down to her cleavage. She smiled and glanced over to her mother washing dishes before she spoke.

“So, Eric. I know that you’re up here to check in on T, but it seems like she’ll be out for the next week at this point. I was going to catch a swim later if you wanted to join me.” She raised her eyebrow.

Mrs. Deckland turned to us, “Oh, you should! It’s a beautiful day for it, and you can borrow a pair of trunks from my husband!” Maddy looked from her Mom to me, expectant.

“Thanks, Mom. What do you say, man?”

My mouth went dry around the eggs I was eating. I made a point of chewing for a few moments before swallowing and turned to Mrs. Deckland. “Thanks, Mrs. D. I’d appreciate that.”

She smiled. “Great, I’ll throw a pair in the bathroom for you when I’m done here.” With that, she went back to the dishes.

I finally exhaled, but choked as I felt a pressure from under the table. My eyes darted down to where the tablecloth rustled between my legs. I looked back to Maddy as her foot crept up my leg. She leaned back and smiled. I stiffened as I felt her toes graze the tip of my already semi-hard penis. Maddy just winked and pulled the strap of her loose tank top. The straps were cut low, already prone to slipping around, but as she deliberately hooked one side with her thumb, I was greeted by simple black cotton hugging one of the most perfectly kissable, lightly-tanned breasts I’d ever seen. She pulled a face of feigned surprise and made a show of putting her finger to her lips, and I was rock hard against the arch of her foot.

She slowly rubbed the length of my shaft as her mother busied herself, loading the dishwasher. The animal part of my brain told me to flip the table and take this muscular goddess right then and there. Worship her body in the most naturalistic way in the world. She was responsible for this raging hard on I had, and I meant to see her held accountable. My head swam with visions of kissing her hard stomach down to the top of her pussy. My lips danced around it, teasing as she had teased me. I saw her abs flexing with definition as she rode my tongue swirled deeper and deeper towards her clit, it’s arrival inevitable, but not coming fast enough. She cried out, gripping my head with her thighs, gripping my cock in her hand, sprawled on the kitchen floor as she grew closer and closer to orgasm. I could taste her juices as they flowed down my chin, and I held on tight as she bucked. She cried out, “Eric, right there, oh GOD, right there.”, and I followed the motion of her hip as she rode me to shuddering orgasm, her thighs twitching in the morning sunlight as I came in my grey sweatpants.

I was back. The table remained unflipped, but Maddy’s foot continued to stroke my cock as I shot three quick spurts of cum up towards my waistband. A soft moan escaped my mouth and I swear I saw stars. She gave me and evil grin and stood up, bringing her plate over to where her mother stood, washing out the frying pan.

“Thanks mom, that was delicious.” Maddy kissed her mother on the cheek.

“Of course dear. If you want to make it up to me, you can load your own plate into the dishwasher.”

“Of course.”

Maddy pulled open the dishwasher and bent over at the waist, pointing her ass at where I still sat, dazed and breathless. The thin crotch of her shorts revealed the barest hint of a lovingly manicured pussy hidden behind a small wet spot. I was past the point of no return. Clearly, Tanya and I were finished. Why should I let the trip be a complete waste?

I slowly finished my eggs, waiting for my cock to relax so I could get up without causing a scene. It turns out Mrs. Deckland would out for the day, running errands and catching up with some friends. Mr. Deckland was on a business trip, and so that just left me, Tanya and Maddy. I was interested to see what sort of poolside nonsense I could get into.

Turns out that Mr. Deckland was quite a bit smaller than me. The swimsuit I was borrowing left little to imagination and if I were to get aroused at all my entire cock would be on display. I spent about five minutes in the mirror trying to make it less conspicuous, but the thin material showed everything, right down to where the shaft ended and the head began. Thank god Mrs. Deckland was out.

Giving up any attempt at modesty, I headed down to the pool.

The backyard was immaculate, but all the finely trimmed shrubbery was lost on me as I stepped up to the water and saw Maddy. She sat in a skimpy bikini, legs spread, liberally applying sunscreen to her thighs. The fabric just covering her tits pushed them gently together, and I could imagine slick skin, sliding across mine. I wondered what her nipples looked like. My eyes followed her hands up and down her well toned legs and over her hips. Skinny strings just rode high over wide hips, and all it would take was a slight pull and she would be naked by the water, like my own personal Venus. She glowed, covered by a thin sheen of sweat from the bright summer sun. She waved me over, the light accentuating the soft ripple of faint, yet powerful looking abs. Dear god my swim trunks were tight.

“Shorts are a little small there, huh, buddy?”

I did my best to readjust myself, knowing I was just drawing more attention to the stiffening outline down my leg. “Yeah, I guess I’m a little bigger than your dad.”

She chuckled at that. “Gross, I wouldn’t know. But I gotta say, I don’t hate the view.”

I went bright red, but after this morning, and knowing that we probably wouldn’t be interrupted left me feeling bold. “Me neither.”

She outright laughed this time. “There we go! I was wondering how far I was going to have to push before you finally played along!”

“Well I’m not sure how I could really respond after this morning.”

“Oh man, I really thought you were gonna blow a hole straight through your pants. Still, I bet it was better than some sad bathroom jerk in the middle of the night, right?”

“How’d you know about that?” I asked.

She winked over her sunglasses. “I mean, I was laying it on pretty thick that night. Just a hunch. Did you think about me or her?”

“What do you think?” I stood over her, cock hard in my trunks, straining for freedom. It was just about eye level with her and I couldn’t remember ever being this hard. Between her body, and the anger I felt towards her sister, I was ready to fuck something. I needed the release and I needed to get revenge on Tanya, and the fact that I felt guilty just made it that much hotter to me.

Maddy rolled over.

Her hips twisted, and her plump ass shook, divided up the middle by one little string of fabric. She adjusted herself on the deck chair and I stared, mesmerized by the slight shake of tight buttcheeks. I couldn’t help noticing a faint tan line from a prior, less revealing swimsuit.

“Wow.” There was really nothing else I could think to say.

Maddy glanced over her shoulder. “Yeah, I get that a lot. Now give me a hand here.” She offered me the bottle of sunscreen.

Taking the bottle, I sat on the edge of her chair and looked around. She scoffed.

“Please, there’s no one out here. Mom and Dad are gone, and T is going to be sleeping until next week. Chop chop.” She slowly pulled the string keeping her top tied in the back and they fell away. I could see her tits pushed up underneath her, and as I squeezed sunscreen out onto my hands, I wondered just how bold I was willing to be out in the open.

Starting at her neck, m the lotion my hands rubbed the lotion into strong shoulders, pressing harder and softer as she let out a series of soft sighs. I reached the hips and my hands began to round to her stomach, stopping just shy of the top of her bottoms. The little moan that escaped her pushed me on. I moved up, massaging the lotion into her skin, and I could feel her skin rise as I reached her breasts. I just followed the curves until I cupped one in each hand. My fingers found her nipples and lightly danced around them, pinching just barely, Maddy shifted, getting a hand underneath herself, and I leaned over her, breathing in the smell of sunscreen, sweat, and chlorine.

She worked herself rhythmically against her hand as I teased her small nipples, now hard to the touch. I squeezed a bit harder and she gasped, grinding faster as her ass rose into the air. Completely forgetting my surroundings, I planted a kiss on a perfect ass cheek and she looked over her shoulder.

“Oh, look who finally grew a pair.” She chuckled and raised her hips higher, wiggling and presenting herself, inches from my face. My hands moved from her chest and followed the sensuous curves of her body until I had a firm grasp just below her waist. I planted another kiss, egging her on as her moaning took on a new intensity.

“That was mean, what you did this morning.”

She rested her head on her free hand, looking back at me. “Was it? You certainly didn’t try too hard to stop me.

“Well sure, I didn’t want to cause a scene in front of your Mom. But now it’s just the two of us.”

My right hand left her hip and moved to lift the edge of her swimsuit. “I guess you like to toy with people.” Moving her bikini bottoms aside revealed a soaking wet pussy and a perfect pink asshole. “I think it’s time I got my revenge.”

“Fuck dude. Just shut up and do it.” She sounded exasperated as I luxuriated in the view. Part of me wanted to hold out, just to punish her, but her sharp breath at the material drawing across her clit pushed everything else from my mind.

My tongue drew softly up from the bottom of her pussy across her asshole. The shudder moved up through Maddy’s body and she groaned loudly into her arm as her hand sped up. I could see that she was doing just fine with her pussy, so I planted a kiss right in the middle of her ass, drawing another moan, this time deeper, and more guttural than before. I had a solid hold on both cheeks, and as I drew her back towards me I began licking in small circles.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck.” Maddy’s hips began to rock more violently, and as I pulled back, I could see that she had slid two fingers inside herself. My tongue swirled faster and her fingers moved to match the tempo I was setting. Time for a little fun.

I pulled back.

Maddy’s fingers stumbled on their way out and she shot a glare over her shoulder. “What are you doing back there?”

It was all I could do not to laugh. “I just wanted to get a good look, now that the situation is reversed.”

She gave a tsk, and began to work her fingers back into her slit. “You’re a real asshole, you know that.” She groaned, breaking off her sentence. “Fine, enjoy the show, you pervert.”

I took a step back, and the situation was almost comical. This unbelievable woman, my girlfriend’s sister, pleasuring herself in front of me, while my girlfriend was laid up on bedrest not 100ft away.

Slick juices ran down her hand, mingling with sweat and dripping off of her knuckles onto the deck chair underneath her. Her ass jiggled back and forth as she moved faster, her entire body beginning to jerk as she shuddered.

I decided it was time to insert myself back into the situation. My hand moved down to the tie on my own bathing suit. I wrestled my constrained cock out of the too small swim trunks, and took a step forward, resting it lightly on that perfectly pink asshole.

“I knew you couldn’t hold out for long-” A grin spread over her face, however, at the sight of me standing over her, trunks around my ankles. I may not have been as toned or muscular as she was, but it seemed like she liked what she saw.

“You know, with the sun behind you, it almost looks like you know what you’re doing.” She laughed at her own joke, but I was singularly focused and I was ready to show her that I knew exactly what I was doing. I grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the beach chair.

“Now we’re talking!” She adjusted under my hands, lifting her hips and lining her dripping pussy up with my cock. “Fuck me like a dirty little secret.”

The tip of my cock lingered against her lips for just a moment before they spread and I began to push against her. Maddy let out a low, throaty moan as I passed the halfway mark and her fingers went white as she gripped the slats of the chair.

“Holy shit.”

It was all I could say as I felt myself bottom out, my stomach pressed against her toned butt. Once I was all the way in, we both froze for a moment, both of us enjoying the sun against our sweaty bodies, and the synapses firing wildly in our brains.

I moved slowly at first, but Maddy began pushing back into me, and it wasn’t long until the garden was filled with the incoherent sounds of sex.

Our bodies found a steady rhythm, toiling in the sun, and Maddy gasped as my cock reached deeper and deeper. I lingered on my next thrust and began grind my hips feeling her silky walls tighten around me. I pushed as far as I could go and our slick bodies glided in harmony.

“You’re pretty tight, you sure your not a virgin or something?”

Maddy pushed back against me hard. “Would a virgin think to do this?” Supporting herself with one arm, she reached under herself and began to massage my balls, coaxing the already building orgasm to a crescendo.

“You better not cum inside me, shithead.”

Half hearing the words, I pulled out, and roughly flipped Maddy over in her chair. She obliged and spread her legs, sucked her fingers and began to swirl around her clit. “You know, I didn’t get to see the last one. There was a table in the way.”

“Jesus, just shut up and get over here.” I’d never felt such an urgent need to cum in my entire life. This was more than just a sexual attraction, this felt more primal than that. I pushed my fingers through her hair and pulled her head up to meet my throbbing cock.

“Oh shit. I don’t know which you I liked better, this version or the little pussy ver-”

Her words cut off as the first volley shot from my cock, arcing across glistening tits and leaving a white streak across her face. She flinched, but I had a solid hold on the back of her head as two more streaks landed on her chest and began to drip down the valley between her breasts.

I slowly released my grip on her hair, my chest rising and falling as I tried to catch my breath.

Maddy licked her lips and glanced down at her chest. “Wow dude, I’m surprised you had that much left in the chamber.” She took a deep breath and stood, pushing her tits together. “Well, you’ve successfully ruined the shower I took this morning, so I’m gonna take a dip. Once you catch your breath, you should join me.” She clapped me on the back and stepped over to jump in the pool.

I took a seat where she’d been moments before and watched as her naked form glided smoothly from one end of the pool to the other before she rose and rested her arms on the side. “You know, I wouldn’t blame you for breaking up with my sister after what I assume she did, buuut, she’s going to be laid up for at least another two of weeks. So you’d have an excuse to come up and visit again if you wanted.” With a wink, she disappeared back under the water.

I sat back, chest still rising and falling, and looked up at the window towards Tanya’s room. I guess that made sense. I couldn’t break up with her while she was in such a bad spot. It wouldn’t be right. No one deserved that sort of mental stress while recovering from surgery.

And if I ever met Scott ?, I’d have to thank him.

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