Harpy sister in law

After what felt like an eternity of driving Jack finally made it back home. Amber had decided that she wanted to spend another night with Becca and Jack wasn’t inclined to deny her that.

From what his daughter had told him those guys had been harassing them for most of the school year. Though she tried to play it down, he could tell that it had been eating away at her and adding to the pressure she already felt studying for her exams. Jack felt his blood boil and his knuckles turn white as he clenched the steering wheel. Bastards. How dare they put his girls through that kind of shit? He was glad he had fucked with their minds…

But whatever positive energy or feeling of pride he might have felt, they quickly evaporated when he saw a familiar car in his driveway.

Roberta. Fuck it all to hell.

The horrible, heinous snake woman that Jack called his sister-in-law was one of the most insidious people he knew. It was bad enough dealing with Sharon’s little remarks and negative attitude, but with her sister goading her on things would be a whole new level of toxicity.

He took a deep breath, looked at Becca and Amber to anchor himself, and got out of the car.

The three of them entered the house quietly and Jack ushered the girls on while he sought to make a quiet trek into his study where he’d try and hide for the remainder of the evening.

“Oh, there’s the prick now.”

A spasm of revulsion shot up Jack’s spine. He turned around and was confronted with Roberta and Sharon, wine glasses in hand.

Great, they’ve been drinking. Wonderful.

Despite her middle age, Roberta was by no means an unattractive woman. A combination of good genetics and an obsession with the gym lifestyle had kept her in an incredible shape. He could see the muscles move through her clothes with every step she took. It would have been entrancing if that body didn’t house a twisted cold heart.

“So you think you can just mouth off at my sister however you like?”

The slap was sudden and stinging, making Jack’s eyes water. He rubbed at his cheek after a few seconds of shock and then flared at the women.

“You couldn’t stand to lose an argument so you ran to your sister for backup?” He shook his head in distaste. “Real mature Sharon.”

“Listen to me you fucking prick,” Roberta was right up in his personal space now, her finger inches away from his face, “you have no idea how fucking lucky you’ve had it all these years. My sister can do far better than a schmuck like you and if weren’t for those kids your ass would be out on the street! Really, do you even know how much of a failure of a husband you are?”

“Roberta what the fuck would you actually know about it?” He snapped, “you’re a lesbian spinster, what the fuck does a good marriage even look like in your mind?”

“Oh fuck you Jack, I know a shit show when I see one!”

He looked at Sharon again, she was being unusually quiet during all of this. The sight of her standing there, nursing her wine while her sister continued to verbally assault him gnawed at his heart.

“Seriously Sharon? You’re just going to hide behind your big sister instead of having a grown up conversation with me.” He turned back to Roberta. “Did my darling wife tell you about the affair she’s having? Or about how our kids want nothing to do with her?”

A jolt of pleasure shot through him as he saw her flinch and instinctively he sent a pulse of shame her way.

Roberta made to slap him again, but this time he caught her hand mid-motion. “If you hit me again, I’m throwing your ass out onto the lawn.”

She tore her hand from him with a snarl. “Oh big strong man trying to assert himself,” she turned to her sister, “see, they’re all like this.”

He could tell Roberta was building up to another rant about the evils of masculinity and the male sex. Jack had no issues with lesbians but Roberta was really just a bigot at the end of the day who tried to project her revulsion of men onto the rest of the world.

An idea struck him. A horrible, mischievous idea that he filled him with delight.

Focusing all of his energy into it, Jack directed a continuous pulse of arousal and lust deep into Roberta’s brain.

He wasn’t entirely sure what would happen, as far as he knew Roberta had never been with a man. She had a steady stream of girlfriends over the last twenty something years, but there was never any suggestion that she was anything other than purely gay. Would it have the intended effect? Jack couldn’t say but he knew it would fuck with her to some degree and it was worth trying for that reason alone.

Her rant seemed to die in her throat as she looked at him with wide eyes. Confusion spread across her face, a flush of colour on her cheeks. Anger bloomed again, but the woman physically twisted and turned away from him. Considering the extreme amount of lust she was suddenly feeling for him, a crisis formed in her mind.

Roberta ground her teeth together and shook her head in frustration. “You know what, fuck you Jack.” She turned to her sister, “I’ll call you later.”

She practically sprinted out the door, slamming it behind her.

Jack felt a glow of pride in his chest. He had won this little bout. He looked at Sharon for another moment, “I hope you’re happy with yourself.”

And he sent her another wave of deep shame before retreating to his study. Once he collapsed into his little sofa he struggled to wrestle down the anger that churned away inside of him.

He needed to fix Sharon, and her stuck up sister. For their own sake as much as his own, and his mind began to turn as a solid plan of attack formed.