Well, let's find out.

"I don't know if that would really work, Charlotte, I thought you wanted to use the bed tonight." I spoke up. Tonight, this afternoon, as soon as we got back. Hell, I wanted to use the bed a lot right then.

"Oh raaaght, I done forgot about thaat..." Charlotte slipped into her accent smoothly, giving my sister a wink. "I guess I figgered y'all were gonna be worn out afta last night and this mawnin..."

"Whatever you weirdos get up to really isn't my business," Imogene rolled her eyes.

"Oh really, weirdo? Is that why you're the one wearing the fuck me heels to try to get your brother to spot you money?" Charlotte smirked. "So, this emergency dick, was he cute?"

"Uhm, well, he wouldn't be emergency dick if he was, right?" Imogene shrugged. "I think we just failed the fucking Bechdel test."

"Oh, no we can't have that. Quick! Brent! Throw yourself out of the car so we can have a conversation without you." Charlotte waved her hands in the air rapidly.

"If I asked, would I regret it?" I smiled, blissfully unaware of the context.

"Probably, unless you're into internet memes or eighties queer comics." Charlotte laughed. "I have a hunch which of them your sister is into, but still looking to confirm."

The look that Charlotte gave Imogene at that point was unmistakable.

"Ok, Brent, I... acknowledge that you and your wife are going to be having sex. I'm assuming that you're going to be having sex with Charlotte and this other girl who I haven't met too? Did I get that right?" Imogene's features were flushed, but she was dropping into the matter-of-fact way of speaking that she sometimes did when flustered.

"Her name is Helen," I explained. "It's not just sex, Sis."

"You can say that again..." Charlotte smiled broadly. "I mean, what we did right before we picked Imogene up, right where she's sitting, I would like to point out..."

"Oh god, Brent, SERIOUSLY?" Imogene's voice burst from her mouth seemingly before she had realized it.

"Were you just gonna pretend the whole Van didn't smell like sex forever?" Charlotte queried.

"I wasn't... " Imogene stumbled over her words. "Look, yes, I did notice... but... Brent is... You... this is all just kinda. Wow... Ok..." She breathed heavily, spreading her fingers widely on her thighs. She exhaled a long breath through pursed lips before speaking again. "I don't know what I expected was going to happen, but it wasn't this."

"Ok then. So. I'm getting tired of talking over my shoulder, Imogene. " Charlotte spun in her seat and unbuckled. "Time for us to have a quick chat."

She moved back to sit on the rear seat with Imogene, never breaking eye contact the entire time she moved. The motion felt almost predatory, but it was damned arousing. I felt the urge to step in, and save my little sister from this woman, but there was a part of me that desperately wanted to see her seduced. I had no doubts whatsoever what Charlotte had in mind.