Irresistible Little Sister-in-law

My Aunt drove me to Boston where I boarded a plane to London with no intention of ever returning.

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Fast foreword two more years. I was sitting in my new Lay-z-boy on my new dock looking out over the Irish Sea. This time, my "dock" was actually a disused fishing pier near Aberystwyth Wales. I settled in a flat in an old industrial building on the waterfront. I picked the location because by then I had developed a taste for banging university girls. I had an insatiable appetite for tight young things who were looking for a good time. I even accomplished several of the improbable feats I once overheard Nancy describe during phone sex. I didn't enjoy them all, but it felt good to think of her while I nailed someone else.

All I did was sit in a pub and act like a wanker. The women loved it. I was a rich Yank out on the prowl. Unfortunately, each time one of the girls proved yet again how easy it was to get them in the sack, I died a little more inside. I imagined Nancy fucking or sucking in the back of that anonymous boy's car. I just wanted to scream. Margo proved I was a wussy cuckold, but for some reason, I felt more betrayed than jealous. I didn't want Margo back. I wanted Nancy. Thinking about her in another man's arms hurt. Thinking about another man inside her made me want to cry.

I dragged my chair back into the flat and made a decision. I called Mom and Dad. Yes, I still called them that even after the divorce.

"Hey, Mom... Yes, I'm fine... I'm living in Wales. ...No, it's in the United Kingdom... Yes, that's Europe. It's next to England. It's all one big island... I bought a small company from some college students, and I'm trying to make a go of it. ...No, it's more of a software publishing thing..."

Once Mom was assured I was OK, she started telling me all about Margo and her baby, Jack. Margo was apparently still happy with Deidier. They moved to Cleveland where he was then teaching. Jack looked just like Deidier and was already starting Montessori preschool.

"Mom, please don't tell me any more about Margo. It still hurts a little. Tell me about the other girls instead."

"Well, Paula got married last year to Greg. He's a painter and writer from South Africa. He has the most interesting accent..."

"What about Milli?"

"She's going to graduate near the top of her class. She's still hoping to get a scholarship to Johns Hopkins University. That's a Jewish school you know. We're trying to be open minded because it's Ivy League."

I sighed inwardly. Johns Hopkins is neither Jewish nor Ivy League. I don't know what rubbish was put in those simple people's heads.

"What about Nancy?"

"I wondered when you were going to ask. She's right here. Should I put her on?"

"No. No. Don't do that! Just say hello for me, OK? I need to go. It's been nice talking." Click.

I had some kind of anxiety attack. It's hard to explain, but I was sweating, and my chest felt constricted. It took a long shower and then several warm beers at the pub before I felt normal again. I started drinking practically the moment I got off the plane in London two years previously, and by then I was getting half my calories from beer.

The phone by my bed rang at an outrageous hour of the night. I leaned over What's-her-name, my latest conquest, to smack the receiver off the hook. It fell on the floor and prompted several seconds of scrambling.

"Hello. Hello. Who's there?"

"It's me, Nancy. I'm sorry to call so late, but it took a long time to get your number, and I couldn't wait until tomorrow to call.

"Um, It's like 4:00 AM here. What do you want?"

"I'm sorry. You didn't say anything before you left. That lawyer wouldn't tell me anything. He was 'not at liberty to say' or something. I didn't know where to look for you."

I smiled to myself because her brief impression of the lawyer's voice was perfect. He sounded like Winston Churchill with a sore throat.

"Why did you look for me?"

"Because I was in love with you. Are you an idiot?"

"All you girls say you love me while you're fucking other guys. There was no way I could live in that house with you and your new boyfriend."

"I'm not Margo, and he wasn't really my boyfriend!"

"Fine. Look, I'm tired. Maybe we can talk some other time."

"Don't hang up! I want to come see you. Can I do that?"

"It's not a good idea. I'm busy."

"Who is it?" What's-her-name asked while rubbing her eyes.

"It's just my ex-wife's little sister. Go back to sleep."

All I heard was a click as the phone went dead.

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I couldn't stop thinking about Nancy. After I sent What's-her-name on her way, I started the remarkably short process of forgetting the girl's name. I called Mom and Dad again, but nobody answered. I kept saying to myself, "She was in love with me. I'm an idiot."

On the spur of the moment, I booked an airline ticket to Rochester. It still took almost 24 hours to get there, but my rental car pulled into Mom and Dad's driveway by noon on Sunday. I wasn't surprised nobody was home because church usually lasted until 1:00 PM or later. I just waited - not very patiently - in the car.

They didn't get home until closer to 3:00. I was dozing from my jet lag and didn't hear them arrive until Milli banged on the car window.

"Can I help you?" she demanded with a tone that made help sound unlikely.

"Where's Mom and Dad? Where's Nancy?"

"Not you again!" Milli rolled her eyes.

I was struck by how much Milli resembled Nancy and Margo. Milli was just then about the same age as Nancy when Nancy moved into my cottage. All kinds of images rolled across my mind as if my life was passing at high speed. I had to struggle to get out of the car with all the turmoil I felt.

"Why didn't you go in? She's been in there all this time. Dad couldn't make her go to church."

My stomach fell. I'd been here in the driveway for hours, and I could have been with her. I ran to the front door and didn't pause to knock. I just barged in. Dad looked startled and pointed up the stairs. I flew up, but I couldn't remember which bedroom was Nancy's. All of the doors were closed.

"Nancy! I am an idiot. Nancy! Where are you?"

One of the doors cracked open. I surged over to it.

"Nancy! Forgive me! I love you."

The door opened all the way. My love glared at me with tears dripping from red eyes down puffy checks. She was a mess. I stepped forward and embraced her. We backed into her room and hugged. Then I kissed her on the lips. It was our first shared passion. She was wearing those same awful flannel pajamas. I started to unbutton the shirt. She glanced at the open door, and I kicked it shut. When I opened the shirt, the brilliant mounds were just as I remembered. I slid the pants down her legs and was surprised to find panties. Whatever, I pulled them down too.

Nancy looked frightened. She held her arms out straight as if to fend me away, but I forced my way inside her reach and kissed her again. I hugged her close so I could feel her press against me. Then I pushed her onto her back across her childhood bed. My dick spring free within moments and hovered inches from her core. I closed on her with enthusiasm I hadn't felt for any woman in years. Pressing at the threshold, she seemed so tight. I wanted her so much.

Nancy pushed and clawed at me with a horrified grimace. Time stopped.

"What is it?" I suddenly worried.

Tears tripped from her chin. She wouldn't look at me.

"What is it?"

"You better go."

"Why? I love you."

"I'm getting married in two weeks."

"What? I love you."

"Go. Go now! Please."

I pulled away, but I couldn't let it end that way. "You are not getting married unless you marry me!"

"Don't say that! You're tearing me up inside. You can't say it now after everything. Just don't say that!"

"You can't have another man. The subject isn't negotiable."

"I've made promises. I can't disappoint everyone. He's a good man."

"You're not in love with him. Don't even pretend. We belong together."

She pulled me down on top of her, and I kissed her face. She wrapped her arms around me.

"Do - you - mean - it?" Her halting words gasped past sobs.

"I will happily marry you in two weeks. Hell, why wait? What are you doing tonight?"

"We can't get married tonight. We don't have a license or anything."

"Come away with me. Get your passport. I'll buy anything else you need when we get there." I felt a little ridiculous laying over her with by semi hard dick on her thigh while desperately hoping she would agree.

A a ring I hadn't even noticed slipped off her finger and lay it on the bed beside her. She looked at me. She laughed. "Really?"

I have a nice little apartment overlooking the sea. I might even let you out of bed occasionally to look at the view.

"I want a ring!"

"Are there any stores open on Sunday?"

"No, I want you mother's ring, but I want the original silver setting."

"It's yours. Anything else?"

"I want babies - at least two."

"Let's make one now!"

"You aren't just teasing me are you?"

I slowed my breathing and tried to get my composure. This was a moment for sober reflection. "Nancy, isn't it just possible that everything happens for a reason? Maybe I only met Margo so you would be in my life when I needed you. Maybe you came to me when you needed me. Can you stand the thought of ever being parted again, because I can't?"

"How do you do it? You just rip the heart right out of my chest. I can't believe you're really here. Why did you leave? Where have you been? How could you leave me alone?"

"You know the answers. I'm an idiot. Can you love me anyway?"

"I want you, but I need some time to think. I can't just run away. I'm not that person!"

Maybe for the first time, I really believed she wasn't that person. She wasn't Margo.

"Alright. Will you come to me then? You said on the phone. You said you wanted to come to me." I stood and looked down upon her splayed across the bed. I belatedly yanked my own pants up from my ankles.

As I fastened my belt, she kicked me hard in the shin with her bare foot. Then she sat up and pounded on my chest with a balled hand. It hurt, but she bounced with every blow, and it was worth it.

"You can't do this! I can't believe it."

"It's what you want isn't it. That's why you called me. You knew we were meant to be together before I did. I had to go away for two years just to realize how incomplete I am without you."

"You are an idiot! That's not what I meant. You can't get dressed and leave me all hot and bothered like this! Come back here. You're always going when you should be cuming."