I tried to keep my scowl from my face as I reached in front of my parents' home.
All I could think about was what happened that night in that very house. The anger I felt still hadn't subsided.
As I walked onto the pathway to the door, my wife opened the door and walked towards me. She had come here again. Were they doing it again? I didn't care anymore.
She approached me and said, "Are you okay? Where were you?" Then she paused and looked at me quizzically and said, "You seem…different.
If you aren't feeling okay, we can do this some other time."
"No," blowing out a hard breath, knowing I had to do this, "we're here, let's get this over with," I grumbled.
"I promise, we'll only stay for the ceremony." Monica's light touch causes me to peer over at her.
Seeing the worry in her eyes as I did. Sighing in my mind, I couldn't really worry about her right now. My mind was all over the place.
That was something I couldn't afford. I could feel Monica tentatively walking beside me towards home. Steeling myself for what I was about to endure.
The moment I entered, the joyous conversation stopped; at least it did with the adult members of my family.
"Jason!" Maranda's voice cut through the silence that surrounded us. Her gray, stormy eyes raked along my body. I had the suspicion that she'd been itching to jump my bones ever since the day at the restaurant. I always wondered why she dressed so... sexy for simple family functions.
She was my elder brother's wife.
Was it a way for her to display the goods for when it was that time of the month for them, or was it something else altogether? That was something I couldn't answer. I felt Monica's grip tightening on my hand as Maranda's 32D breasts bounced in her blouse. It would seem Monica remembered what I had said on one of those nights we spent talking. "I'm happy to see you've finally come over." I saw the lust and the want in those eyes, and especially how Maranda bit her lip. I noted how Ellie was slyly eyeing me from the other room as she talked to one of her cousins.
"Hello, Maranda," I said in a sinful tone, to throw everyone there off.
"Hello, Jason," Maranda purred, her eyes flashing dangerously. Yet, I knew I had to walk into that lion's den if I wanted to advance my plan. "I do hope this means you'll be joining us on the tenth?"
I simply allowed my smirk to answer for me. I wanted Monica's family on edge, just like I was for the first few months.
"Maybe, if the prize is right," I flirted blatantly in front of Baran. Whether or not he liked it or not, I, personally, didn't care at that moment. It would appear Maranda picked up on that subtle fact as well. You could use those nipples like ice picks with how hard they were pressing against her blouse.
"Mmm..." Her coo filled the air between us as she turned to attend to matters that lay elsewhere, "you may never know," a seductive smile appeared on her lips when she said those words, "what will happen if you don't show up? That is," Maranda spoke, with this luster in her eye, or what of it I could see.
I noted how perturbed Monica was after that exchange. Did she not realize it was going to get messy? That is, if my plan goes off the rails. If not, no one will ever know except those of age that are a part of their lifestyle. It's the most I could concede to Monica. I'm not into self-harm. Arching an eyebrow, silently asking if she wanted out, smirking inwardly when Monica's gaze darted away from mine.
"Jason... would you mind if I..."
"Monica, I've never restricted you before. I'm not going to now," I cut her off, gesturing for her to visit.