Redemption

Joe smirks but with a genuine smile at the compliment, it was rare for Sarah to compliment him in any fashion. “That is probably up for debate given what I did… I suspect Sam are here to ‘get your vengeance on’. Which I admit that I deserve.”

Abundantly surprised by Joe’s contrite and apologetic attitude, you are at a loss for what to say to that. Fortunately, your sister was equally surprised but a lot better at covering it.

“Well that depends on you, Joe; And, your choices.” Sarah admits despite herself. She had wanted to beat around the bush, so to speak and pun far from intended, so that she could accurately gage his reaction.

“My choices? My choices for what? You have always said I was a loser, Sarah. I even proved it to you a month ago.”

You cringe, but not because of Joe embarrassing himself, but because you knew how Sarah would respond. She had undoubtedly been daydreaming the confrontation proceeding exactly as it has been. She had always been the romantic at heart and having someone fall on his sword over his actions for her was literally the perfect line for an actor.

Sarah collapses next to Joe with a soft and warm smile, with her own apology. “I am sorry I let my emotions compel me to see you that way Joe. Despite what you did, you are far from a typical ****. From what I am told they tend to fail to care about ensuring their partners enjoy the experience or consent; In addition, I remember the evening clearly, and I could have stopped you but I chose to let it happen…

“No, for that… my brother would have been ignorant, and far from wanting to ‘get his vengeance going on you’.” You are still seeing more of a pink shade to your vision now. As reason begins to reassert itself you look questioningly at your sister, because she was going off script… at least the script to which the both of you agreed.

That was when Joe’s quick wit shows itself, “Not for that? Then for what…?…”

It takes only a moment for Joe’s mind to answer his own question. Then from his the bed, and before Sarah can respond, he collapses to his knees and gently grabs and holds her hands. “Oh god… I am so sorry Sarah.”

With a wince Sarah could have sealed Joe’s doom, except the reaction failed to be exactly right for that outcome. It was just mostly right, which is close enough for you, and it is a miracle you held yourself back. Your sister is still letting her hands be held, and that meant she wanted you to avoid beating him to a bloody pulp.

“No, that is wrong.” With confusion Joe waits for Sarah to continue, “What I want to know is how you see me. Did you dream of making love with me? Or was I just a piece of fuck meat to you, too which you were infatuated?”

With a tilted head, Joe looks confused at Sarah. “You were always more than that, Yes I dreamt of you often for several years now. At first it was just dreams of going on dates but you were with Jake and that seemed impossible. Along with how you looked at me…

“… Yes that fails to be a reasonable excuse, if there ever is on-“

An index finger from Sarah’s right hand silences Joe’s response. She takes a moment to glare pointedly at you and it is obvious what she wants. It takes a moment for you to gain enough control to actually walk away from the two and out of the room.

Yet actually leaving them is beyond your ability. You simply wait outside the closed door to your sister’s bedroom. A room that you knew that Joe often fantasized about. The feeling that he is playing the two of you is persistent but there fails to be any evidence of it.

At this point, Sarah would disown you if you messed this up for her, regardless of whatever your gut is telling you. Therefore, you **** yourself to take several deep and meditative breaths. By the time the ting of red fades, all you hear is Sarah moan from whatever Joe is doing to her.

This may seem like cause to intervene because it was abundantly off script. However, the moan failed to have a hint of **** in it.

However, Sarah did call for a pause, “No, not yet.”

Now Joe groans in frustration but evidently he satisfies what Sarah wants, because she huskily giggles with much mirth. “That can only…” She catches herself from leading him into the correct answer. “What do you want Joe? Do you want to help me raise your child? Do you want to date me like a man, instead of just coerce me into sex under false pretenses?” She sounds like a cat that just ate the canary.

The fact that Sarah had enough command of her mind at this point to articulate herself that well makes you proud and ashamed of yourself. Ashamed because it is temporarily beyond your abilities at the moment.

“Really I answered that before Sarah: When I said that you are much more than that to me. I want all of you… I want to share a future with all of you.

“My family has been going to the same church as yours for our entire lives. Obviously, I want to be a real father to our child. That is if you let me?” Joe halfway asks and you stifle a groan of frustration from the part of you still pissed at your… friend.

What happens next is lost to you, as you retreat to your own room. You hop on your computer to play a game and escape what is happening to the room next to you.

Unfortunately the contractors made the walls out of tissue paper and you hear every movement as Sarah and Joe divest their cloths and start consummating their new relationship as lovers and potential parents. It wasn’t as if she could get even more pregnant.