The long and short of it was that my ex-girlfriend was planning to use my family's motel to meet up with her asshole boyfriend so they could fuck. Why couldn't they just do it at one of their own homes, I wondered. It was just another of the continued insults directed towards me after the breakup. I had not taken that well or the fact that she started dating some jerk that I had lost in a fist fight against a year earlier. But look, it wasn't like the guy just kicked my ass. I held my own for a good long while and if I'd gotten my footing to do like I had planned out in my head I could have won. Anyway, it wasn't exactly like me and the guy had ongoing bad blood between us but I had been privately training up in case round two ever happened. And once he started dating my ex, well, I was secretly chopping at the bit to take that guy down a notch.
The enemy wasn't really Chad. That guy left me a lone and I left him alone. I did think of him as an asshole but I could respect him as a fighter and after the fight he never said one word against me. He even bought me a beer once and just waved hi from across a crowded bar. I was surprised he recognized me from that distance too because I'd started growing a beard after the fight as a way of telling myself that I wasn't a kid anymore and couldn't go doing stupid childish shit like fighting. It was time to grow up and start thinking long term about the future. Sure that was easier said than done but you have to start somewhere.
The new enemy was my ex. She knew she affected me. She liked the power it gave her over me. She just did all this crap to punish me even though I never did anything to hurt her. The only reason she ever gave for breaking up with me was that I just wasn't man enough for her. Well, two can play at that game. She wasn't woman enough for me, always acting like a fucking selfish child all the damn time. I was glad to be rid of her, I told myself.
I tried to avoid her but I wasn't going to be run out of town. It should have been a lot easier to get over her but she just kept throwing herself in my face and telling me how happy she was now that she didn't have some loser boyfriend holding her back. This wasn't that big a town and it seemed everyone I talked to had some new thing to tell me that my ex had said about me. I finally had to just start telling people to keep it to themselves because I didn't want to hear it. The most recent thing she'd been doing was getting all chummy with my sister and trying to turn her against me, as if that would be very hard. My sister and I didn't hang out in the same social circles but then again, neither did she with my ex. The bitch was just getting to my sister to fuck with me some more. Vindictive little bitch. And I never did anything to her other than tell her no when she demanded that I drive way out of my way to buy her some ice cream that one time. Why did she hate me so much? I really didn't get it.
Then I found out why they wanted to use the hotel. My ex was trying to con my sister into having a threesome with her and Chad. I heard just a smidgen of the conversation before my sister shut the door to her room when she saw me coming up the stairs. I smiled a bit and then went to my room and switched on my radio wave blocker.
"FUCK!" I heard her scream. "I swear I'm going to call and complain." Ha, good luck with no bars, sis. You'll have to use the land line. She still thought it was the cell phone company dropping calls on purpose to save money and cheat her. My mom thought that too but no, it was just me. I had gotten sick and tired of both my mom and my sister spending all damn day walking around the house with a phone attached to their ear. Live your life, damn. Or at the very least help me run the motel.
Over the next few days I didn't have to do a lot of eavesdropping. My sister talked so loud in her room that I couldn't help but overhear the whole damn plan. It was entirely likely that my ex wanted me to hear the plan, thinking that I could do nothing but feel the sting of her burn. Apparently the idea was that the girls would take one of the rooms in the motel and wait for Chad in the dark. He was going to get to have sex with both of them and at the end if he could correctly guess which girl was which, then they could make it an ongoing sort of deal.
Well, I was going to put a stop to this. I didn't know how and of course I knew I couldn't stop them forever if the really planned on doing this but at the very fucking least they could do it someplace that was more than twenty yards from by bedroom. We are not the only motel in town, people. We're not even the best one. We're basically the Bates Motel from that old movie with a bit more modern architecture and a fresh paint job. Also, instead of the family home being up on a hill, it was directly behind the hotel but the front door looked the other way. There was a bit of a gap between the two buildings actually and legally it was a completely different piece of property entirely but a lot of people who didn't know any better thought the house was directly attached to the motel or even thought that our house was just the second floor of the motel. Nope.
On the day it was supposed to happen I found a way to keep my sister busy in what passed for a downtown out here. My mom was gone on one of her many vacations away from this small town that she disguised as a business trip. Yeah, what business mom? Spending more of the money dad left you? Everybody really knew she was just trying to find out where my dad was and then go be in the same general location to throw herself at him again. She had thought she'd taken him to the cleaners in the divorce. She got the motel and the house and all the other useless land we owned. She also got a nice bank account and an annuity that paid her an income. She should have been happy and she was as long as she thought that she'd gotten everything and had made my father destitute. But once she found out that after being unshackled from her he was out there with loads of money living large, she could never sit still. She had to know where he was, who he was sleeping with, what he was doing, and most importantly how much more money he had.
My father had played the game very well. Well, he later told me it wasn't a game to him but how he'd really wanted to live his life after some kind of religious experience. When he was with my mom he lived modestly, frugally, and faithfully as far as anyone ever knew. He pretended like he didn't have that much money and he made a big deal about any increase in our standard of living. He bought this place because my mom had the idea to run a hotel and he helped her with the business plan but he was adamant that it was her project and he was not going to run it for her. If she could turn it into a success, any kind of success, then he'd see about getting her a bigger one. He bought her inexpensive jewelry and took us on nice vacations but nothing outlandish. Then, right at their eleventh wedding anniversary my mom decided she wanted a divorce. The courts gave her everything she asked for and my dad did not fight her on any of it. He was just eager to get it all over with as quickly as possible. Even when it came out in the divorce that my mom had cheated my dad didn't even blink. He easily agreed to all the terms. The only thing he asked for was for the judgment to be absolutely final with no possibility to come back into court for readjustments.
The court was not going to agree that there were no possibilities for future hearings no matter how hard my dad's lawyers pushed for it. So my dad showed his hand. He escaped the US and had his lawyers present documents in court that showed that the marriage to my mom had actually been illegal. The day after he'd gotten married to my mom he filed for divorce in another country and got it. Just based off that it showed that my parents had not actually been married this whole time. The court found a way to invalidate the foreign divorce and attempted to move ahead with the US divorce proceedings but then my dad's lawyers let the other shoe drop. A month before getting married to my mom he'd gotten married to someone else in another country. Then the lawyers pointed out that my dad hadn't signed his own name to the actual marriage document and no one had noticed. It was very clear that my father had no intention of being married either to my mom or under US law. Well, that made my father clearly not married to my mom but it also made my father a criminal and a warrant was issued for his arrest.
The court did not take this undercutting of their authority kindly. They illegally awarded my mom all of my father's assets anyway and my mom in that moment couldn't be happier. My mom thought she had beaten my dad and for about a year and a half she was so happy with her new boyfriend who was nothing but a fucking leech as far as I was concerned. But the young boyfriend's time in my mom's good graces came to a quick end when word got to her of my father building a mansion and buying a luxury yacht. I still don't know how much money my father has or how he was able to shield it all from the courts in the divorce. I mean, I knew a little and my dad started to teach me here and there how things worked when I was in college in Europe but he was always very cautious about revealing too much. I have a pretty good understanding of how he set up the accounts for me when he wanted to give me or my sister money. On paper, I didn't own any of that money. Instead I owned shares in this company in Canada that owned shares in this other company in Argentina that owned shares in a company in Mexico, and then London, and then Switzerland and then on and on. It was very important to keep all that in your head and never write it down.
Of course I never let my mom in on my dad's lessons. My mom was using up all the money she had to try and get the courts to have my father arrested overseas and brought back so she could go after all that extra money she had not known about but my dad's lawyers shut that down and my mom has been on this weird kick ever since. Every new picture my dad posted on social media of him at a new beach house with a new hot twenty something girlfriend, or flying his own plane, or just showing off his Lamborghini; all of it just threw my mom into yet another hissy fit about how the world was so unfair. She could not stand that he was out there being happy while she was "trapped in the back end of nowhere", as she put it. I'd try to tell her that it was so long ago and it was not a competition and she should be happy for him but she never liked hearing that. All she could say was "He owes me. I gave him the best years of my life and now look at me. Won't anyone think about what I've been through?" When my mom would say that all I could do was shrug my shoulders. We were some of the richest people in town, I really didn't know why she was complaining.
Anyway, suffice to say this weekend my mom was out of town, probably looking at my father from afar and slipping notes to the cute waiter guy that she'd like to get fucked by a handsome young stud to, in her mind, get back at my dad. She would eventually get so drunk and so desperate for my father to just give her a little attention that I'd have to go fly out to wherever it was and collect mom and bring her home. That happened so often that I just kept my passport and a 'go' bag in my car.
My ex probably was using my mom's absence to pull her little stunt so that was even more pressure on me to stop it. My sister was going to be busy chasing a phantom package and that left me with a free hand. So how was I going to stop this threesome bullshit from happening in our motel? But then I thought, maybe I should just let them do it and not get involved. But no, cause then my ex would try to turn that around to hurt us since the state had a law about using motel rooms for immoral purposes and the motel owner could get in trouble if they allowed things to happen without saying anything.
One part of their plan was for Chad to park at a certain spot up the road and then walk the rest of the way here so that I wouldn't see his car. Well, with it being out in an area surrounded by trees and shrubbery, that seemed as good a spot as any for a showdown. I had been waiting for either my sister or my ex to show up and find that the room key for the room they wanted had been taken. But then, right as the sun was going down I saw Chad's car pass the motel and continue down the street. I got in my car and drove out that way and pulled to the little side dirt road that still didn't lead anywhere, or maybe it had once had a destination but had simply overgrown with time. I pulled up behind Chad and the way the cars were, there was no way he was getting out of there unless I moved to let him out.
I got out of my car and after a bit of hesitation, Chad got out as well.
"Long time." he said.
"Little bit."
"Nice beard. How long it took you to grow that out?"
"Not that long. Can I ask you what you're doing here?"
"Me. Nothing. This isn't your land or anything, is it?"
"Let's cut through the bullshit, man. I know what's going to happen and I just want to give you the chance to walk away. Go do that crap some place else."
"Look, I'm not trying to have no trouble with you but man you know you have to let her go."
"I did let her go. I'm specifically asking you to go with her to some other place to do what you are planning on doing. No hard feelings."
"No offense but you can't exactly stop us. What are you going to do? Call the cops on us? For what? You're open to the public. I'm part of the public."
"We also have the right to refuse service. You haven't given me any money. As far as I'm concerned you're not my customer."
"You're going to move your car and I'm going to that motel room and what we do in private is none of your business."
"You go anywhere near that motel and I'll punch your lights out."
"Really. You're going to make it like that?"
"I'm asking you nicely to go somewhere else."
"You call this nicely?"
"Dude, just go somewhere else. She's not going to think any less of you if you take her to a nicer place."
"There you go rubbing your family's money in my face again, huh?"
"No, I'm just saying take her to a nicer motel, as in better than mine."
"And then you're going to say you ran me off."
"I'm not going to say anything. Tell her whatever story you want but you are not going to pull some bullshit like this at that motel. It is not going to happen."
"You can't stop us, man. Just walk away."
"My fists say I can."
"Oh, it's like that, huh?"
"It's like that. We both know even if you can beat me, you won't be in any shape for bedroom antics afterwards. This is no win for you, man."
Chad looked off into the trees and then looked the other way. Then he shrugged. "Ok, if it's that way then it's that way. You leave me no choice."
"It is what it is."
"But after I knock you down, you walk away and leave us alone."
"You've got to do it first."
We squared each other up for a bit and then slowly got closer. As we were right at the correct distance it all happened so fast that you'd need a high speed camera to catch the action. If someone had just been watching they might have thought that Chad had tripped and fallen or something. He tensed up his face and then threw a punch at me with his right hand. I felt like spiderman with that slow motion thing. I got my head out of the way, caught his wrist with my left hand, and with my right hand I made his elbow buckle and I had his arm bent back on itself. At the same time, my right leg swept behind him and I was able to throw him off balance and fall backwards.
I jumped back a bit and waited for him to get up. I waited as my breath was going in and out and I was ready for the next bit of the fight to happen.
Chad wasn't getting up.
I cautiously approached him. He was out cold. I didn't even get to punch him. What the hell? I'd won and nobody was around to see it. Fuck. Then my mind had a very disturbing thought. "Oh, shit." I said. "Don't be dead." I checked him and he was fine, just knocked out. Well, that takes care of the orgy problem. I put Chad in the backseat of his car and left him there. I was surprised he didn't wake up as I was moving him. Man I felt good to finally beat that guy. Hell, yeah. Had using kung fu been cheating? No. I mean, we hadn't agreed that it would only be a fist fight. No weapons was obvious but we hadn't agreed to just punching. Still, as I went back to my car and got ready to leave I was worried, if ever so slightly, that he might actually be really hurt. I couldn't think how but I'd never knocked someone out cold before. Maybe I should drive him to the hospital. Nah, he can sleep it off. He'll be fine. There was no blood or anything, not like last time where we both needed stitches. There was no blood this time so he would be fine. He was fine ... I hoped.
I drove back to the motel and wondered what I would do and what I would say when my ex arrived and I could tell her to get lost. But before all that I had a date with a razor. The beard and the long hair had sort of been a response to losing that fight. Now that I'd won, did I need either? I shaved and then I used the clippers to do my head. Hey, there I was, the real me. I'd beaten him, even if only I knew it. My self esteem was back, not that it was exactly gone but it had taken a bruising. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror but in the back of my mind I was worried about Chad back in his car. I debated in my mind to go back out there and see how he was doing.
I took a closer look at my now shaven face in the mirror and I actually found that I didn't like what I saw. I was feeling regret over losing my beard but it was too late now. Damn I sure hoped Chad was ok.
Anyway, had the girls shown up for the orgy that was not going to happen now? I went to the motel office and the old guy who used to be a hippie was there just staring off into space as usual. I think he never actually came back to us after his last trip on drugs. He was functional but just barely. Hey, don't look at me, my mom hired him. At times I'm not even sure he understood that we paid him actual money for this job.
"My sister back yet?"
"No. I haven't seen her man. I thought your sister got married and moved away."
"No, I just asked her to go downtown to get something."
"Shit. And I bought a wedding gift and everything, man. Well, listen, Chad, if you're sister's single again you think I got a shot with her?"
"Um, sure. Why not?" I said as I laughed. He thought I was Chad. Open your eyes for fuck's sake.
I pulled out the key to the room that was to be used by my sister and my ex and I went to confront them since I figured they had to be outside waiting for Chad by now. I went to the door but they still weren't there though it looked like they'd found time to do some prep work to the room. There were black garbage bags taped to the window to prevent light from getting in. I just had to shake my head in disgust. Life could not be that boring that someone would need to resort to this kind of thing to have something to do. Read a book or better yet go get a job. Then I had the thought that maybe my sister would have gotten a copy of the master key and maybe they were inside the room. I went in and found that they weren't in there either.
The longer I waited for the girls to show up so I could confront them and tell them to take their shenanigans somewhere else the more I kept thinking that it would be Chad who came up to the door ready for a rematch. Or maybe they had found Chad in his car and they had taken him to the hospital and now the police were on their way here to apprehend me. Well, whatever happened I was going to be ready.I happened to be in the bathroom taking a piss when I heard the front door open and the girls come in. They were laughing and it sounded a lot like they were drunk. I sure hope they hadn't driven here like that.
"ChAAAd. Turn that light off and get out here." I heard my ex say as she lightly tapped at the door. It didn't take my brain long to ascertain the situation. "No cheating ok. You have to really guess from just touching us which one is which."
Boy was she in for a surprise when I came out there and chewed her out. But then I thought, what's the hurry. Could she even tell me from Chad in the dark? I bet she never really cared enough about me or him to ever be able to do that. So I turned the light out and stepped out. I didn't say anything as my ex but then also my sister approached me and started to put their hands on me. I could instantly tell which was which just from their heights which I couldn't see but I could perceive somehow.
Ok, on second thought this was not such a good idea. My sister had her hand on my crotch right away. My ex came and tried to kiss me and I hesitated at first but she drew me into it and I kissed her. That was sure to get her to notice that I wasn't Chad, for sure. Right? Nope.
Then my sister came up and tried to kiss me and in that moment I really had to decide how far I was willing to go with this little impromptu impersonation. Why couldn't they figure it out? I was avoiding the kiss with my sister, thinking I could extend this for just a bit more but then my ex started to undo my pants and reach in for my cock.
This was the point of no return. If actual sexual contact happened then there was no turning back. I needed to fess up and get out of there. I no longer had the upper hand morally if I actually did anything with them. I'd have to go all the way, but not just with my ex's cunt that had been Chad's cum dumpster. I'd have to do the same with my sister of all people.
Could I say no to sex and get out of there? When my ex put her mouth on my cock and she started to suck me I realized that I could not in fact say no to sex. They were willing. They were doing everything. I was just standing there. So my sister kissed me. It didn't feel that strange. I couldn't see that it was her kissing me. I couldn't even see my hand in front of my face.
Then I thought about what would happen if the real Chad came and started knocking on the door. That would be bad. But it was too late now as my sister got to her knees to give my cock a suck and my ex was putting her arm around my neck to get me to lean down and suck on her now exposed nipples. Ok, I can't resist. Fuck it. If we get caught, so what. The room was pitch black and I could say I didn't know it was my sister who was in there with us.
As I put my mouth on one of my ex's nipples I put my hand around her and found the little brown spot she had on her back. It was so easy to tell that it was her. I knew her body so well. Well, there was also the fact that I knew what she smelled like from her shampoo. She hadn't changed it.
If I knew my ex, and I did more than she knew, the next thing she'd want would be for me to eat her out. Well, if she thought I was going to lick a place that Chad had put his cock and cum she was very mistaken. If my sister wanted to fuck the guy so much I figured, she could do that. Sure enough, my ex got on one of the beds and spread her legs. No doubt she had Chad trained to do as she liked but I was not Chad. I pushed my sister to do it as a way to silently tell my ex that I was not going to do that and we needed to move on to the next event. My sister resisted which I expected but then to my surprise, she started to do it. Ha.
So my sister was going down on my ex and my ex didn't seem to mind a girl between her legs. I came and put my cock by her mouth and she started to suck me again. There wasn't a word of complaint from either of them. In fact, my ex was trying to hold back her moans since she knew her voice could give her away.
The next thing my ex would want was for me to come and fuck her missionary. Well, how about instead I bend her over and take her from behind. She resisted but with her not being able to speak for fear of giving away her identity she had to go with it. My ex and my sister were ass to ass and I was deep in my ex again. I do have to say, I missed this. She was so wet she was juicing all over me. Could she really not tell the difference between my cock and Chad's little dick?
Then my sister was asking for her turn. Why? Why couldn't she just let me fuck my ex and ... Ok, fine. I was going to have to do it. It couldn't be that bad and I had no choice anyway unless I wanted to throw in the towel. She was so eager as I pushed into her and found that it wasn't so bad. It was good but of course it would be cause sex is good. It was still weird to fuck my sister. But I couldn't beat myself up too much. A lot of people in this state are rumored to be fucking their sister, I just happen to know for a fact that I actually did it.
I didn't fuck her for too long before I went back to my ex. While I was fucking her I traced the first letter of her name on her back but if she understood what I was doing she didn't say it. She just got into the sex more and more. Then I felt my sister want her turn again. Yeah, ok, fine. I couldn't believe I actually had something to complain about in a situation where I got to fuck two girls at the same time.
The thing is, when I say I knew my ex's body, I really knew her body. The extra excitement of the situation was making me last and last so I thought I'd do something that I had only been able to do a handful of times. I turned my ex over and put her right leg in just the right position. I angled my cock just right. I rarely ever did this because it felt so good for me as well that I'd want to cum really fast but my ex would always make me pull out so I couldn't just release my semen in her. But tonight, I wasn't worried about that. Someone had told me that my ex let Chad cum inside her all the time and never made him pull out. So if I was going to be Chad then why not be Chad. I got her into position and her reaction was almost instant. She started to have her orgasm and would continue to do so as long as I could hold on and just keep going. There was this one time that I had her like this and she had a twenty minute orgasm, though later she disputed it lasted that long.
Well, as much as I would have liked to not cum and just keep going, I did in fact cum while my ex was in the throws of ecstasy. She wasn't holding in her moans anymore either. I started to fill her cunt but I still had a hard on so I just powered through it and kept going. I guess it helped that another woman was there in the room with her hands on me feeling my body. I just had to not think about the fact that it was my sister.
My ex had such an intense climax, she lost consciousness and I was fucking a limp body. Shit. That left me with my sister and my sister was so turned on by all this, she pulled me off my ex and got on top of me. She started riding me and I have to admit, I was very much enjoying this. I mean, sure it was my sister but I couldn't see it was my sister. She was a hot girl and her pussy was so tight. My sister had complained to one of her friends on the phone that it had been like six months since she'd gotten laid. That made sense since it was about six months ago that she broke up with that last guy she'd been seeing.
I wondered if my ex would wake up with all this fucking that was happening next to her but as far as I knew she didn't. My sister liked to go slow, then speed up, then she'd get tired and go slow again. I was aware of the danger of this situation but good sex is good sex. I alternated between tongue kissing her and sucking her her tits as they bounced in my face. Yes, I knew I shouldn't be doing this, I shouldn't have been doing any of it. But good sex is good sex and I was not going to complain. I was in too deep.
My sister started to reach her climax as she was kissing me. She pulled away from the kiss and put her head on my shoulder and it rolled through her. That gave me permission to release another load and no I was not thinking about how it would be a bad idea to get my sister pregnant. That was the furthest thought from my mind as I thoroughly enjoyed that moment.
I was spent and she was spent and we were both covered in sweat. But she didn't pass out. She was tired but she wasn't passed out. Shit, I felt like I might pass out after that but I knew I couldn't sleep here. I had to find a way out. I turned to my sister, I took her hand and I slowly traced the letters of her name into her palm.
"You figured it out." her sleepy voice said. "That means we can do this again."
I shrugged as I got off the bed and searched with my hand on the floor for my clothes.
My sister came over to me and whispered in my ear. "If a certain someone won't let this happen again then just, you know, text me ... privately."
I gave her a thumbs up and then I kissed her cheek. Ok, hearing my sister's voice as she touched me was freaking me out.
"And you know, if you guys ever break up maybe, you know, call me."
I was not going to think about that. I found my pants and got my phone out. I used the flashlight app to see around and hoped it wasn't bright enough to let my sister see that it was me.
"Can you hand me my underwear and my top?" she asked me. I grabbed both pairs of panties that I saw and tossed them her way as I looked for my shirt. I would later find out that I'd put my shirt on inside out but in the dark I didn't care. Hurry, don't leave anything behind. Was this all? Ok. I had my shoes back on and I was ready to leave.
"Do you want me to walk with you?" she asked.
I didn't answer. I had my hand up by my face as I opened the door and then I got the hell out of there. I needed to get out of dodge. This was bad. There were going to be consequences. I was in trouble. If I got caught I was going to be in so much trouble. No, that was not going to happen. I was not trash. I was not a bad person. My life was not disposable. I didn't deserve jail for this. I ran up to the house and I was about to put my key in the door to go in and run up to my room and grab some clothes and my passport.
Wait. I felt like I wanted to smack myself. My passport was already in the car. I got my key out of the door and then I rushed to my car, got in and drove off. Where to go? Well, the answer was obvious. The nearest big city had an airport. I had to get on a plane and get out of the country before my ex figured out that Chad was not the one she'd had sex with. It would only be a matter of time before they figured out that it was me that had sex with them and then I'd be a wanted man.
Damn. I just realized that my life was over. It was over. My life as I'd known it before was over. I'd have to stay outside America forever. If I ever went back I'd have to spend the rest of my life in jail. I had to go to a country that wouldn't send me back to the states either. That meant that the obvious answer of Mexico was off the table. Contrary to popular myth, Mexico will send you back to the states if the US asks for you no matter what your crime was. That's why my dad never went there. He stayed in countries that wouldn't give him a hard time about a marriage paperwork thing and would refuse to arrest him even if the US was accusing him of fraud. It would be different with me. If I was accused of sexual assault or some such then they would take that a lot more seriously than a man just not wanting to get divorce raped.
After six and a half hours of driving I was at the airport looking at possible destinations. There was a flight to Taiwan. Could I get sent back to the states from there? I tried to remember and then I tried to look it up but the information seemed unclear. I could go to Lebanon which definitely did not send people back to the states no matter what they were charged with. I didn't know anything about that country, though. What language did they speak there? Actually, where was it on the map? I didn't know. Well, the flight to Lebanon was a six hour wait but the flight to Taiwan was leaving in two and a half hours, and it was cheaper, and I'd actually been there before. So I guessed I was going to Taiwan.I was finally able to relax as I dropped my bag in the hotel room. My first thought should have been to get some food since I was so hungry but I actually got my phone connected to wifi and I checked my messages. There didn't seem to be anything special. They hadn't figured it out yet apparently. I got on social media and looked at what people were posting. Again, there were no red flags, just the same old crap.
Was anyone looking for me? Nope. I scratched my head. I'd still have to keep on my guard and not let anyone know where I was just in case. I had figured out that if people didn't really care where I was and were not asking me to come home then I was safe. The moment people started to really pressure me to tell them where I was and give me sob stories to guilt me into coming home because the motel needed me or whatnot, then it was guaranteed that I'd be arrested as soon as I got off the plane.
I took a shower and washed off the travel stink. How long was I going to stay here? I could go hopping country to country 90 days at a time. That kind of life would suck but I could do it and then just tell everyone that I finally decided to live my dream and see the world. I just didn't need to mention that I had never actually said or thought about that before or that I was only going to go to countries that didn't have extradition treaties with the US. Don't sweat the small stuff.
I tried to wash myself but I still didn't feel clean. Part of the reason why was the water felt different here. Probably the difference between hard water and soft water. But another part of it was I kept thinking about how my sister had been the most recent person to have sex with me. It was fucking with my mind. I needed to go fuck someone. I needed to go fuck a beautiful Chinese girl and then that would somehow remove my sister from my package.
Wait, what? That was crazy. What I needed to do was just learn to keep it in my pants. UGH. I looked at myself in the mirror. Yuck. My face looked weird. How long was it going to take for my beard to grow back?
I got dressed in some fresh clothes and then headed out to get food. Thanks to jet lag even though it was nighttime I felt wide awake. But then sleep hit me as the sun was coming up and I slept part of the day and only got to go look around in the afternoon. I always wondered what those Chinese characters meant but I sure as shit wasn't going to learn since they had the English written right underneath and that was much more convenient.
I spent three days like that, sleeping in until about eleven or noon and then checking out Taipei as just a tourist with no real plan as to what I wanted to see or do. I couldn't just go on like this since the hotel costs so much. I mean, I could but it didn't make sense. If I was going to stay here the full 90 days, then I needed something cheaper.
It was that night when my body felt like it was starting to adjust to the new daytime hours that I got a call.
"Hello."
"Where are you?" my mom asked.
"I'm in a hotel room." I answered, suddenly cautious of this conversation as I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes.
"What are you doing in one of the rooms?"
"Not our motel. I'm in a hotel room."
"Why? What are you doing?"
"We talked about this."
"What?"
"The plan, mom. The project. Remember. We're supposed to go and stay in different hotels and see what their doing and ..."
"Oh. Yeah. You're doing that now? You didn't say anything."
"What? I need permission to go travel now? You don't ever tell me where you're going."
"Ok. Ok. Don't have a cow. Just stay safe. I heard New York's having a crime spree after ..."
She thought I was in New York. I almost laughed but I held it in. "Ok. Will do. Bye mom."
"Bye, honey. Oh, and hurry home. I have big news."
"News like what?"
"Just, you know, it's big so hurry home."
Red flag. "Ok. I'll be home as soon as I can. I'll go catch the next flight."
"Great."
We ended the call but I was not going to go home anytime soon. Fuck that. I could see the police lights coming for me now.
While that was on my mind I checked my email and all. Still crickets. Was that good or bad? Was it a normal amount of people not being interested in me or was it less than before because the cops didn't want me getting tipped off? And why would my mom assume I was in New York? Was it part of that original conversation about staying in random hotels or was she testing for the cops to see if I would confirm I was there or what? Yeah, I was staying right here.
The next morning I actually woke up at seven. I went to the gym in the hotel and started to train. This was good. This was good for me. No worrying about the motel. No worrying about my sister. No worrying about that small town. No worrying about what people thought of me. No worries at all. I was just a guy who was trying to stay in shape and whatever my ex thought about what had happened was too far away for me to worry about from Taiwan. I mean, I was in the fucking Republic of China. The authorities here had way too much on their hands dealing with all the left over corruption and human rights violations that the defeated communists had left in their wake. My problems were literally over a thousand miles away. It was a great time to be alive.
After working out and getting a shower I checked my phone and it looked like something was happening. Chad and my ex had broken up and had had a huge public fight where they both accused the other of cheating. How did that work? So now my ex was saying that the threesome thing was a test to see if he'd be faithful even if she said it was ok to have sex with someone else and apparently he'd failed. But then Chad was saying it wasn't him or at least he didn't remember any of it so it shouldn't count. At first he was saying he wanted a redo on the threesome but then he got pissed and started accusing my ex of cheating on him cause it couldn't have been him. And yes, they were saying all this shit out in the open where everyone could read it. My sister had gone dark on social media and so far no one was bringing up her name. ... Or mine for that matter.
Was this good news for me? Or was it a ruse? At least Chad didn't seem to be really hurt. He hadn't sent me an email. Of course I wasn't sure if he knew my email but my ex sure did and she hadn't sent me anything either. Neither had my sister.
...
I'd been in Taiwan for about two weeks. I had left what I thought was Taipei but had actually been in the city limits of Taoyuan. I went down to Taitung and I was actually enjoying myself as a tourist. It was a lot more open here than up in the denser city, which I found I didn't like so much. I could relax and I had forgotten about shit back home. I had forgotten about my sister. I had forgotten about Chad and my ex. I wasn't even checking in anymore.
"I want maybe practice speaking English." the girl I was on a sort of impromptu date with said.
"Sure. Ask me anything."
"Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Sh. It's a secret. Don't tell my wife." I answered.
"You married?"
"It's a joke. I don't have either."
"American joke. Funny."
"You didn't laugh."
"Ha, ha." she giggled as she tried to look cute. "One day I want to do homestay in America."
"Well, we have plenty of room at my place. You can have the room next to ... my mom." I almost said my sister and just the mention of her was fucking with me again. I took another sip of my drink.
"How long are you going to be staying?"
"Not sure. Depends. I could decide that I want to go home tonight or I could stay for another month. It just depends."
"Depend on what?"
"I mean, I'm not in a rush. I can go back any time. But until the spirits call me home I just want to enjoy this moment right now cause it might never come again."
I wasn't trying to be deep or philosophical. I wasn't trying to impress her. I was just bullshitting my way through the answer cause really I was not actually planning to ever go home.
Well, even though this was only my third time to actually see her and the first two times were just haphazardly bumping into her at the little shop where she worked cause I wanted to buy stuff, yeah, I got her back to my room and I fucked her.
She was a very attractive girl. You know the type. She was probably about 5'7" and very thin. She was actually almost too thin and her breasts weren't very big, not like someone I won't mention. She had nice long legs and she was so cute when she made her little sounds. She acted like she was so scared to moan or call out when we had sex that I actually thought I was hurting her.
The funny thing was, I wasn't sure if she was Chinese or one of the Formosa people. I honestly couldn't tell the difference. They all just looked like normal people to me. Oh, well; I wasn't sure if my ancestors were English or German, as if it mattered at all. Ok, sure, I didn't want to be related to the Nazis but I didn't want to be related to the guys who banned Christmas either. We have to stop judging based on blood and start just looking at the individual and their own actions.
Well, this individual girl spent the night in my new hotel room. She was damn good in bed even if she didn't last that long. I wore her out but she seemed really happy to have me cum all over her. She hugged me tenderly as we took a shower together and sang a Chinese song as the water sprayed over us.
When I got out of the shower I noticed that my phone had the little light flashing. I unlocked it and saw that I'd missed a call from my ... my sister. Ok. Relax. Take it easy. I looked over at Shenhua and she smiled at me as I called my sister back.
My sister answered the phone without even saying hello. "Sorry. I called you by accident." she said.
"Oh, well ..." I started to say but then she hung up on me.
Ok. Whatever. I looked at the time and shrugged. Live and let live. I got in bed with my new girl and I forgot about my problems for a second time that night before we went to sleep.
The next day I'm not sure how it happened but it seemed like I'd been suckered into meeting Shenhua's parents. They were super nice to me but I got the feeling her grandfather was a bit pissed at me for something. Well, I did have sex with his 19 year old granddaughter but judging from how it was, I was not the first one. Hey, no judgment, just being honest. There were more men than women in Taiwan so you have to figure that most women have multiple guys.
But yeah, it got way too personal and I felt like now expectations were being put on me all of the sudden. They were tiptoeing around it but it was sort of like they were feeling me out to see when I would want to get married, even if not to Shenhua then to her sister oddly enough. What, and be like my parents? Fuck that noise.
But still they were very nice to me and Shenhua was very good in bed so for most of a week I was seeing her without committing to her being my girlfriend or getting engaged or anything. But then Shenhua introduced me to her cousin as her boyfriend. Shit. I mean, I liked her. I liked her a lot but you can't just assume things. And no, I wouldn't be interested in marrying her cousin either and I was honestly shocked when that just seemed to casually come out in conversation when Shenhua was claiming to be my girlfriend.
"I need to talk to my parents." I told her after I walked her back to her family's home one night. She seemed very excited by that news.
"About what?"
"Something important. So I'm going to fly home and then I'll be back. But look this'll be great. Then I get a whole new 90 days to stay here."
She was very sad to see me leave but things getting so serious so quickly just really took the fun out of everything.
My dad was in Malta so I flew there but by the time I got there my dad was in Italy so I had to track him down while doing as little calling as possible. I found him holding an outdoor business meeting with some contractors. He was explaining the big new construction project and he had a translator next to him repeating everything he said.
He was genuinely happy to see me and he acted carefree about introducing me to everyone around. If my dad knew I was in trouble he'd tell me. There wasn't a hint of it. So maybe I was fine. Maybe I was ok. The Italian police seemed to not know or care who I was.
I stayed at my dad's villa that night and I got all these emails from Shenhua asking me for my address in the US and other information. I had to pay international rates to call her which annoyed me but on the other hand, she's so good in bed. And besides that, she ... I really felt like she cared about me. So what was the harm of letting her know a little bit?
She asked me when I was coming back but I told her I had only met my dad, I still needed to talk to my mom. Oh, she was so excited but she didn't really know what I was talking with them about.
I stayed in Italy for a while. I knew a few phrases so I could get by. I'd been to Italy before a bunch of times when I was in college so I'd seen everything a typical tourist would want to see. My dad gave me access to his business and I spent a bit of time hanging out with him. After my mom left him I had only really gotten to spend a lot of time with him when I was in college and not really since. He hadn't known I was coming so instead of having fun vacation stuff planned he had a lot of meetings and work related stuff to do but I was happy to just hang out and start learning the business. After all, my dad always told me that sitting in on just one of his meetings was worth a year or more of graduate school, business school, or law school.
One morning I was just having some coffee and toast at an outdoor cafe in some town just south of Rome on the other side of some lake across from the Pope's rainbow colored free love fest castle as the locals called it. I couldn't see it in the daylight but they said that at night there were lights that lit up the side of the hill and the buildings in a rainbow flag. Recently a lot of people really hated the guy, not just for pulling stunts like that but for a bunch of illegal stuff he'd pulled as well. But he couldn't be arrested because of some such thing with international treaties. Of course the Pope could never leave the Vatican again except to travel directly here or directly back or he'd be apprehended. And he could certainly never leave Italy even if he strayed from a direct path back to the Vatican. He'd been convicted in absentia of racketeering, money laundering, child molestation, rape, and finally murder. There was a complete loss of faith in him as a religious leader and so some other guy had been proclaimed as pope. Not that I knew or cared much about religious matters after my dad got off his religious kick but everyone around was just boiling over with want of telling me what was going on. So most religious people and priests were following some other guy as the 'real' pope but the guy in the Vatican was still legally the Pope and as such was the head of his own little country even though no one showed up if he offered any religious services. As head of a country he could tell the police to fuck off when they tried to arrest him. But of course he had to stay a prisoner in his palace.
Anyway, while I was having coffee some girl came up and struck up a conversation. She seemed nice and she was very pretty. She was asking me about my car and I told her it was actually just my dad's and I'd borrowed it. Then she asked if I'd mind giving her a ride in it. What? I know what you're thinking, I must have borrowed the lamb, right. No. I had just taken one of the black sedans. I didn't know much about luxury European cars so I didn't know that this car was anything special.
Well, anyway, a random girl just approaching me to ask if she could ride in my car did sort of creep me out so I tried to politely find a way to get out of the conversation with her. She then explained that she was going to be late for something and could I give her a ride to her appointment. This seemed so shady so I told her no. No reason given, just no.
The next day I ran into her again. Instead of being angry with me she approached me and was acting affectionate towards me in front of her group of friends. It was then that I learned that her name was Ludovica. Yeah, try saying that three times fast, no offense but still. Anyway, she was my age and she was very attractive and even spoke a bit of English. Her friends invited me to spend the day with them and I was cautious but went along.
It was a pretty fun day and nothing outlandish happened. We just went around town to different shops, went up some kind of tower to see the view, and eventually had dinner at a place where there was some guy playing guitar. I looked over at this girl and when it seemed we had a sort of semi private moment when her friends wouldn't notice she let herself be open to me and I kissed her.
One thing led to another and I found myself in a hotel room with Ludovica. We were in a kind of competition with each other to see who could last longer in bed. I prided myself in being mister endurance but this girl could just keep going and going. I kept thinking that this was amazing. How had I gotten so lucky with her? Did she really like me? Did she really care about me? What about Shenhua? I was still calling and emailing her. But good sex is good sex and Ludovica was willing to do a lot of things sexually that Shenhua was just not willing to even entertain. The sex started with Ludovica giving me head which Shenhua would never do. Shenhua was all about just having the sex itself. Ludovica went right to sucking my cock for a bit every time it came out of her pussy like it was an instinct or something. She also enjoyed experimenting with various positions and we even went out to the balcony in the early hours of the morning so I could bend her over and fuck her out there.
The next day I didn't leave the hotel until noon but Ludovica was already gone. I emailed her and she sent a message back saying she was at work but would call me later. Cool. No pressure. I drove back to my dad's villa to see him and what he was up to. He introduced me to his newest girlfriend who was younger than me. I wasn't sure of exactly where she was from but it was not Italy. The three of us had dinner together at a nice place and then we went to the harbor to have a get together with friends on one of my dad's boats.
This was nice. This was a nice life. The work my dad's company did was actually interesting and I could start to see something for myself. But you know how life is. The moment you think you've got something figured out the next curve ball was already coming while you were distracted.
The next day I was able to meet up with Ludovica again. We made a plan to meet for lunch and she said she was bringing someone special for me to meet. Man I really hoped it would not be her parents or sister or cousin and then there would be all this pressure on me to get married just because I spent one night with her. No. Stop trying to lock me down.
Well, she didn't bring her parents but she did bring a family member ... her two year old daughter Chiara. So ok. I had never knowingly had sex with a woman who'd had kids before but I wasn't initially against the idea. She was a single mom but she told me she'd never been married or anything. I mean, if sex was going to turn into a real relationship then I'd have to come to terms with this quick.
Our 'date' that day was sort of me acting as a pretend father to Chiara and I actually spent more time with the little girl than the mom. Instant fatherhood, was this really something I wanted to get involved in. I was still going back and forth on that in my mind when a few days later I was confronted by a group of three guys who were all pissed at me and yelling at me in Italian. It looked like a fight was going to go down but the police showed up before anything happened and I learned through the police translator why the guys were angry with me. One of them was claiming to be Ludovica's husband and Chiara was his daughter. Now I didn't know if any of that was true or not but I did not need drama or contact with the police in my life so I was out.My first thought was to just get on a flight back to the US but then I thought about actually going home and the fear was still there. I needed to know for sure I wouldn't go to jail. This was my life we were talking about. So instead of going back to the states, I flew back to Taiwan and I surprised Shenhua in the middle of the night.
She was so happy to see me. I was happy to see her too but then her family was insisting that I take a room in their home instead of going to a hotel. I would have been so much more comfortable in the hotel but they coaxed me in and before I knew it I was sharing a room with her little brother.
"I want show you something." Shenhua said as she sat next to me with her laptop.
"What's this?"
"I got the permission to go to America."
America. Permission. "Great." SHIT!!
"We can fly together to meet your mom. I stay at your house like you said."
"But don't you need a visa?"
"I got 90 day, same as you."
I told her we could talk about it later since I needed to make plans first. What I was actually doing was trying to find out for real if I was in trouble or not. How could I know? And how could I do what I needed to do with this fucking family looking over my shoulder every second of the damn day? I left the house and walked down the street a ways before making a call.
"Hello." my mom answered.
"Hey, um I have something I need to ask you."
"Hold on, sweetie." my mom said and then she yelled at someone in the background to fuck off. Was that code for the cops to start tracing the call?
"Mom, is everything ok over there?"
"Oh, honey. Everything is fine. How is Italy?"
"How did you know I w.. ahem, am in Italy?"
"You're father posted the pictures of you two. But look, I'm not angry. You're an adult. If you wanted to go see your father, that's fine. You didn't need to do it behind my back."
"I wasn't thinking it was behind your back, mom. I was in the area and I wanted to drop by. I was going to try and visit Monaco but it didn't work out."
"Monaco? You know I've been there four or five times with ..."
"Well, mom, um, what was your big news?"
"Oh, well, I met someone and we were thinking of getting married but you know, with you not here and everything else, it just doesn't seem like the right time."
"Wow. Big step. Who is this guy?"
"Oh, his name is Rick and I don't know. I think maybe this was all just a big mistake."
"What does Susan think?"
"She said she was fine with him at first but her and Rick started arguing almost from the moment ..."
"He's there? In the house?"
"Oh, yeah, honey."
"What are they arguing about?"
"Oh, you know, random stuff that's not worth arguing over. The usual."
"So, Rick is over 18, right mom?"
"You still have to ask me that?"
"Yes. ... Now answer."
"He's over 18. In fact he's almost 30."
"Almost?"
"In like a year and six more months."
Well, that conversation was going nowhere but it did give me hope that I might not actually be in trouble. But I needed to know. I needed to know for sure. I needed a way to ask that wouldn't cause alarm bells to go off. How?
I created a new email account and sent my sister a message.
"You said to call you if we ever broke up. Did you mean it?"
I was back at the house and everyone was asleep when my sister finally responded.
"Fuck you Chad. I can't believe you. You're such a fucking liar. I knew you really remembered. I fucking knew it. How dare you treat Angie the way you did. You're such a fucking pig. Own up to your responsibilities, you fucking loser. I'm just glad you didn't get me pregnant because if you did to me what you did to her I'd have my brother beat your ass into the ground. He knows kung fu now and he'll totally whip ..."
The ten or so emails she sent in rapid succession all went like that. So my ex was pregnant. That might mean it was ... my child. Well, more likely it was Chad's child and now Chad had broken up with my ex and she was carrying his baby. She might have already been pregnant when I had sex with her. That sort of made it feel gross, to think that Chad's kid was already in there when I fucked her. Ew.
Anyway, I couldn't have my sister going to Chad with that email as proof of anything so I sent her a second email that was similar to what you get when you respond to those bots on the internet that pretend to be a hot cam girl who wants you to watch her stream. I hoped that using a link to a real porn streaming site might sell it. My sister replied with one more angry email. I altered the message ever so slightly and then sent the same link. She didn't reply. I guess she finally figured out it was supposed to be a bot.
Ok, I had one more trick I needed to pull. I called the local police and just asked some questions. I let them know my name and I asked them if I'd have any trouble if I came to the US with a foreign girlfriend.
"I wouldn't be breaking the law or nothing, right? I mean, we were talking about maybe getting married and she's going to be staying at my place but I'm not holding her there or nothing. She can leave whenever she wants. And I'm not bringing her to the states just to ... you know ... in the bedroom, cause I know they got a law about that. And actually, she's coming on her own, but she's coming to be with me so I just want to make sure before we even get on the plane that this will be ok. I never want to break the law. If you guys even just told me that I was under suspicion of anything I'd come right away and turn myself in. You just got to say it."
They told me they appreciated that. Then they told me that Shenhua would have no problems so long as she entered the US legally. They brought up my one time being arrested for fighting but then checked and saw that the charges had been dropped so I was in the clear.
I remembered that too. I was so scared when they had me in the back of that police car. I thought I was going to jail. But I didn't.
Anyway, I then felt confident enough to return to the states.
...
Shenhua and I spent a couple of days in the big city before going to my house. We went shopping and she sent a few things back to her family in Taiwan. She thought it was funny to have so many trees everywhere and not have little rice plots between the houses. Needless to say, we fucked like rabbits in the hotel.
When I finally brought her all the way down to the family house and the motel, she actually seemed rather unimpressed. But she acted very happy to meet my mom and my sister and she even thought this new guy Rick was my dad but then I explained that my real dad was currently traveling.
I was going to put her into one of the extra rooms in the house but my mom actually pushed for her to keep her stuff and also sleep in my room. There was no more need for decorum of an earlier era since my mom had a live in boyfriend now.
Ugh. What a piece of shit that guy was too. Rick was as dumb as he was allegedly handsome. He actually believed my mom when she'd said she was in her late 30's. And he was always asking for money, or well, if not money specifically, asking to do this and buy that which of course all cost money. But if my mom was going to play teenager with this guy then whatever. I had my own source of income so if she wanted to piss away her own cash, it was hers to do with as she pleased. I'd given up on my mom ever acting her age.
I walked around to the motel office. My sister had to man it temporarily because the old hippie had a medical checkup to go to. I looked at her and finally I was starting to not feel weird about the fact that I'd actually had sex with her. "Yo, sis. What's up?"
"Learn to talk that way in New York, did you?"
"Does that girl I'm with look like she's from New York?"
"Could be. New York has all kinds of crazy people."
"Well, I heard there was a bit a drama while I was gone. Um, I don't really care cause it has nothing to do with me but just in case someone starts asking me about something, do you want to fill me in?"
"No."
"Not even a little."
"It has nothing to do with you. Keep your nose out of other people's business."
"Yeah, alright. I got you."
"But before you even think of trying to date Angie again now that she's single, she has her own problems to deal with. You can't help her."
"Did you not just see me with my new girlfriend?"
"I'm just saying."
"No, you were just trying to hurt me. That was the only reason to say that. Obviously you didn't need to say anything but you put it out there anyway just to try and cut me down. Well, fine. Message received. You don't care about me and I should not consider you my sister anymore."
"What? I didn't mean that." she started to say but I'd walked out. "Hey."
I powered walked to the corner and whipped around and headed to the house. Before I got to the door my sister had grabbed my arm and was pulling me.
"I said I didn't mean it like that."
"Then how did you mean it? Huh? I don't see you in like two and a half months and when I get home you just trash talk me. Mom's boyfriend was more welcoming. What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing. I'm sorry." she said as she hugged me. I hugged her back. "Welcome home. I mean it. Welcome home. We missed you. It's been so, like just so, stressful since you've been gone."
"Why? What happened?"
"I did something really stupid."
"Yeah, me too. I went and got another girlfriend. And don't even ask about Italy."
"I'm being serious."
"Alright. What happened?"
"Ok, so me and Angie had this plan to have ... a threesome with, you know, Chad."
"So you three are now like, instead of a couple you're a ... a group. Ménage à trois, that it?"
"No. Angie and Chad broke up."
"So you're dating Chad now? Is that how this works? The classic pass off?"
"No. Of course not. But because of me, they broke up. And now Angie is pregnant and Chad says it's not his."
"Well, Angie did cheat on me before we broke up. Maybe he's right."
My sister punched my arm. "No. He cheated on her."
"How would that get Angie pregnant?"
"UGH. You aren't listening. Ok. Chad cheated on Angie with me at the threesome. But instead of pulling out like he was supposed to, he went all the way with Angie and now she's pregnant."
"You know, Angie told me that she let Chad cum inside her all the time. She told a lot of people that in fact. She made a really big deal out of the fact that she made me pull out but let him ... "
"She was just trying to piss you off. You know she practices safe sex."
Right, cause threesomes are safe sex. "Well. Good luck to them. Is she going to keep the baby?"
"Of course. I know you were mad at her for a long time but she's not a bad person. She's not going to do that."
"Well, from the way she treats me it sure seems like she's a bad person. I never once did anything to hurt her. Nothing."
"She knows."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"She knows you were good to her. I told her."
"Then why all the stunts?"
"To get your attention. You stopped talking to her."
"She cheated on me and started dating another guy. Yeah, I'm going to stop talking to her. And she's lucky I don't call the police."
"For what?"
"How did she know I was going out of town? How did she know to plan the threesome for that day so I couldn't kick you guys out of here? Huh? How did you or her know? She must have hacked my email or something. I heard you guys planning your stunt but I already had my plane ticket and I wasn't going to waste it."
"She didn't do that. Come on. Listen to yourself. We had no idea you were leaving."
"So, the plan was for me to catch you guys? She actually wanted me to have to see that with my own eyes? And she's not a bad person because... why?"
"She's not a bad person. Come on. She's going to be a mom."
"That does not exclude her from being a bad person." Then I pointed to the house. "Case in point."
My sister's expression changed. "How was daddy?"
"He was good. He was happy. I sort of, I mean, I didn't mention it to him at the time but I wanted to check out what he had going on cause I was thinking that I might want to go work for him."
My sister gasped for air. "Really?"
"Yeah. I mean, I know mom would throw a temper tantrum and say I was abandoning her but look at me. I'm 25 years old and I help run my mom's little dinky motel. I'm not even the head guy. Why did I even go to college if this was what I was going to do with my life? I want more."
"You're really going to work for daddy?"
"I don't know. I didn't talk to him about it. I just went and got a tour is all. I just wanted to see so I could maybe think about it. But look, you can not tell mom about that. No."
"I won't. Don't worry."
"If I go work for dad, I'll have to do like I did this time and just go. You know that."
"I won't stop you. I might want to come with you."
"Well, we'll see when the time comes. We'll see."
We talked for a bit more and I had to say officially that she was back to being my sister. Then I found myself looking at her ass as she walked away and noting just to myself that she'd given me a hard on. No, that's not right. I shouldn't be thinking of her sexually. Oh, but just her smell conjured all these feelings and memories of that night. Whether I wanted to admit it or not, I was now sexually attracted to her. It wasn't a simple guy sees a girl kind of attraction either. I really wanted her. I wanted her more than I'd ever wanted any other woman in my life.
No. That was wrong. That was so wrong. I had to get the demons out of my head. It couldn't be that way. No. So, I had to then go into the house, grab Shenhua and bring her upstairs so I could fuck her silly as a way to attempt to expunge my sister from my mind.
That night I took Shenhua out on the town and ran into Chad of all people. I figured, no need to antagonize the guy. I bought him a beer and waved. He got his beer and then came over to greet us.
"Hey, man. Long time."
"A little bit, yeah."
"How long did it take you to grow out that beard?"
I squinted my eyes at the question but then answered, "Not that long."
"Who this?" Shenhua asked.
"Shenhua, this is Chad. Now, look Chad, you already took one woman from me. Don't go after this one."
The three of us laughed but Shenhua probably didn't know what was actually so funny.
"So, did you hear about Angie?"
"I heard something."
"I just want you to know man, I didn't mistreat her like she's saying. I'm just concerned."
"About a baby?"
"See, I'm going to be honest with you. I don't remember what she's talking about. I don't remember doing any of that stuff."
"You guys had sex, though, right?"
"Yeah, but she always made me pull out or use a condom."
"She says you didn't and even if you did, those don't always work."
"I know that but none of my previous girlfriends ever got pregnant no matter how we did it."
"They were probably on birth control."
"Listen. What I'm saying is, this is all just irregular. I'm going to ask for a DNA test when the baby is born. I think I have to."
"Maybe she condom jacked you. You do know that sex leads to pregnancy."
"I know that. Look, I know you're going to hear all kinds of stuff about me but I'm telling you it's not true. I mean, if the baby ends up being mine then of course I'm there and I'm going to help her take care of it. But all that other stuff, I'm telling you I didn't do these things."
"You didn't have sex with Angie?"
"I mean I did but ... Look, I never touched your sister. Never. We talked about it, sure. But I never touched. Man to man I wanted to tell you that. I know she's saying this and that about me but I'm telling you the truth. I never touched her."
"You guys are adults. I don't have a say over her love life."
"I never touched her."
"Ok. I got it. I believe you. Thanks for telling me."
"Ok. Thanks for listening. You're a good guy."
I also happened to bump into my ex at a different place when I was coming out of the restroom. She saw me, made a weird face, and then spun around and escaped from me. "Bye." I said.
I got back to Shenhua who was throwing bread to some ducks in the lake.
"What mean blow job?" she asked.
I laughed. "Why are you asking?" Was she finally going to give me one?
"Man say he give me money for Asian style blow job. I tell him that I no can work now. I not on work visa. But if he want job, go fill out application like everybody else."
I laughed. "Ha. You're so smart. That's my girl."
When we got home my mom and her boyfriend were doing something in the living room that was probably sexual so we didn't go in there. Shenhua wanted to take a bath but it looked like my sister was in there. To my surprise, Shenhua was just going to go in there and share the bath with my sister. Oh, that was an image I did not want in my head or I was going to cum on myself. I told my girlfriend that we just didn't do it that way. It was one person at a time unless you were having sex.
"Really? So strange."
...
The next morning I awoke to find Shenhua folding my clothes. I took my morning shower and when I came back into my room she was reorganizing my hanging clothes in my closet.
"What are you doing?"
"This was all mess so I fix it."
"It was fine how it was."
"How you can find if all mixed together?"
"I just remember where everything is."
"But this way better. See. All sock go here. All shirt here. It neater this way."
"Ok." I wasn't going to argue with her but I wished she would have talked to me before taking it upon herself to just do that.
It was sort of funny but being back in my room in my mom's house I really felt cluttered. I mean, all this stuff was mine but I hadn't seen it or had access to it for so long that I was feeling like I was disconnected from it. Did I really need all this? I had felt such different kind of feelings in the hotel rooms when I was just living out of one travel bag that had to be able to carry everything I needed and be ready to go at a moment's notice. It was sort of a cleaner way to be, to live. Looking at my room now, it was so dusty and had stuff everywhere. I didn't really have any floor space to speak of with all the dressers and boxes and a chest and my bed and on and on and on. And it wasn't like my room was small but even as big as it was I had filled it up without even thinking about it.
After lunch I drove Shenhua over to the outlet mall because she wanted to buy even more stuff. She saw some things she wanted to send back to her sister and mother. I asked about her brother or father and she just laughed.
"They say don't need clothes from America."
"Ok."
"Oh, this one so cute. I want try it on."
I pointed to the changing rooms and then I was just waiting. I looked around and saw that they were starting to sell winter jackets and coats since the weather was going to turn cold in a few more weeks.
While I was waiting I heard someone say my name. I recognized the voice and I cringed. I slowly turned around and I saw her. My ex was standing right there. She didn't look pregnant yet but her clothes were a bit looser than her usual.
"Hi, how are you?" I said to her.
"I'm great. It's so good to see you again." she said as she came and gave me a hug of all things.
"Good. I'm happy to hear it." I said as I pulled out of the hug and got free of physical contact with her.
"How are things with you?"
"Couldn't be better. I'm sort of going through a big transition in my life right now."
"You know, I actually didn't know that you were back in town."
"Well, I'm not a celebrity or anything. Why should anyone care what I'm doing?"
"Well, I care. I missed you not being here."
I thought about what she'd just said. Did she mean to say the actual meaning of that sentence or did she really mean to say that she missed me while I was gone?