The other sister-in-law

Not long after, Kate's parents invited us to come over for a weekend family fun night because Kate's older sister, Marcie, was in town. I had met her a few times in the years we had been together, but it had been at weddings, funerals and such where she was here and gone before you knew it. I dont think I could have picked her out if she walked up to me in a store and said hello.

Marcie was Kate's father's daughter from a previous marriage and was four years older than us. She was a med school graduate and had been working as a doctor at a hospital in Georgia. She was unmarried and had no children. Now she was looking at taking a job in a hospital closer to home.

She threw open the door and ran out to greet us as we walked up the sidewalk. She carefully wrapped Kate up in a bear hug.

"Katie, you look do gorgeous," Marcie said. "Pregnancy looks good on you. No wonder Alan keeps you knocked up."

"Thanks," Kate said. "But look at you!"

Kate wasn't wrong. Marcie had a very athletic body, but that kinda came along with being a marathon runner. Her long, firm legs were highlighted by the tight daisey dukes jean shorts she was wearing.

"Oh, shut up, I look like garbage," she said, letting Kate go. She then turned her attention to me and the baby. "Finally I officially get to meet this handsome little man."

Marcie pressed into us from the side so she could lean down and kiss my son on the forehead. I could tell that beneath her loose fitting grey t-shirt, she wasn't wearing a bra. Not that she had a lot to hide. She was almost flat chested, except for two giant hard nipples.

Marcie smiled at me.

"Lets get inside!"