I sat on the couch with a glass of wine in my hand and my sister-in-law sat at the other end of the sofa. The evening was quiet, my wife and children both fast asleep. Cari had babysat for my wife and I for years to give us a chance to keep up with our errands as well as have some quality time together. My wife had gone to bed early after a long day at work and shopping and I decided to catch up and thank my sister-in-law before I joined her.
“It’s so nice of you to have a glass of wine with me tonight before I leave. Isn’t Haley waiting in bed for you though?” She asked, crossing one leg over the other and taking a sip of her chardonnay. Cari was several years younger than my wife, she had a short auburn pixie cut and glimmering emerald eyes. Her lips were full and pouty and her defined cheekbones framed her face perfectly. She wore a light coat of purple eyeshadow and a thin layer of eyeliner that made her eyes pop. She wore an egg-shell white tank top with a small navy blue flower pattern and her tight jeans hugged her subtle curves. Her cream coloured peep toe stilettos hung from her flexed toes, dangling as she looked over at me.
“Nah, she hasn’t waited for me in bed for a long time.” I blurted out without thinking. “Oh, um. I shouldn’t have said that, I’m sorry. Just forget I said anything it really isn’t a big deal.” I took an awkward sip of my wine and looked away.
“Now now, you know you can talk to me. I mean we’re practically family.” Cari scooched closer to me. “Trouble in paradise, then?”
I guzzled the last bit of wine in my glass and shifted uncomfortably in my seat. Cari gently rested her hand on my knee and gave me a kind and comforting expression.
“Well, I guess it’s been a while since we…well, you know. She just gets so busy and she always says she’s too tired when we are both home. I don’t know. We haven’t done it in…oh man, I can’t talk to you about this, I mean she’s your sister for Christ sake.” I blushed and waved it all off. Cari just smiled and gave my knee a soft squeeze. I felt a slight tingle in my crotch but I tried to ignore it.
“You know you can tell me anything. There’s nothing to be ashamed of, is my sister being a prudish little nun?” she winked. I chuckled and nodded jokingly.
“Well, maybe a bit lately. It’s just, we have all this free time now thanks to you and she is a lot less stressed. She goes to her book club and goes to the gym five nights a week. She even started going out more with her friends. Like last week, she went clubbing with the girls two nights in a row. Yet, somehow she always claims to not have enough time for me, she says she is always too tired for sex. I haven’t been this frustrated sexually since I was in college.” I started to get more used to the idea of venting my frustrations, but talking about sexual things with my sister-in-law made me fidget uncomfortably.
“Hmm, interesting. Well, I did come around to help more so that the two of you would have more time to spend together. I thought my babysitting might help with that kind of thing.” Cari’s hand never left my thigh. “Maybe what I’m offering isn’t the kind of help you really need.”
“Oh, no no! Don’t say that, you’ve been so much help lately. You have no idea how much I appreciate you babysitting for us all the time.” I assured her. Her hand slid a little bit further up my leg and she eyed me seductively.
“Well, maybe there's something else that I can do to make things better for you.” She leaned in a bit and her breast brushed against my hand.
“Oh, um. I mean you give us the time that we need together it just seems like she isn’t really interested. What else could you possibly do to help with our sex life?” I asked sheepishly. I tried not to make eye contact as her closeness made me feel awkward.
“Oh, I didn’t mean I wanted to help with your sex life with my sister,” she ran her fingers all the way up my thigh and soon she was cupping my genitals. “I was thinking more of just helping you with your sex life.”
I was shocked, cari had never shown any interest in me before and she seemed to have a fairly healthy relationship with her sister. I couldn’t imagine why she would be coming on to me here in my house with my wife sleeping just a hallway away from where we sat.
“Oh, Cari, no no no.” I stopped her. I pushed her hand away from my crotch and stood up from the couch. “This is so inappropriate, I can’t do this. This can’t ever happen between us, I’m married, and to your sister no less. I appreciate your help tonight but I think it’s time that you go.” I set my glass of wine down on the living room table and walked away.
As I looked back I noticed that she didn’t seem angry, but her expression was odd. It seemed as though she was almost excited, like she was revelling in the hunt and saw me as a kind of prey. I felt uneasy as I turned away and walked down the hallway toward my bedroom and my sleeping wife. I was sure nothing would come from this and I convinced myself that it was just the wine and something that happened in the moment. The next day when Cari came over to watch the kids again everything would be back to normal and I would have nothing to worry about.