Two Weeks Later

“Are you sure about this?” Victoria asked me.

“As long as your sister behaves herself,” I said with a smirk.

“You don’t have to worry about me,” Angela told me as she handed me a box. I set it on the pile I was starting in the back of the storage unit. “It’s Dan I’m worried about.”

“What do you mean?” Victoria asked her sister.

“He has those salesman skills. He’s a smooth talker. How else did he convince my baby sister to give him her precious V-card? I mean, I’m amazed you lasted until you turned twenty two, but that’s not my business.”

Victoria smiled at me. “He’s smooth alright.”

Angela turned back to me. “And you convinced me that somehow I’ll be fine sleeping on a futon.”

“My couch is also pretty comfy,” I stated.

“Seriously, though,” Angela said as she crossed her arms over her sizable rack, “thank you. You have scored major points for this.”

“Tell him what you told me,” Victoria said.

“I told Vicky that I won’t be bringing any guys over under any circumstances. This is your apartment, not mine. And I will act like a perfect guest.”

“I appreciate that,” I told her.

“And?” Victoria prompted.

“And Vicky asked that I also not go out for random hookups as long as this damn virus is rampant.”

“Boyfriends only,” Victoria stated.

“Right.”

We finished unloading the van and brought back the remainder to my place.

The girls each brought three big suitcases worth. I figured I got off lucky.

I had spent the previous day cleaning, clearing off the bathroom counter as I figured it would be a while until I saw it again. I also threw my old foam mattress topper on the futon after tidying up my office to make more room for Angela to sleep.

I made us dinner, serving up a jambalaya dish that was one of my favorites. The girls sat on the couch watching their show together as I brought over the plates.

“This is really good,” Angela told me.

“Thanks! I don’t have a lot of dishes, but the ones I make I try to perfect.”

“Alright, let’s pause this for later, Vicky. Dan doesn’t want to watch a soap opera in Spanish.”

“It’s fine!” Victoria said as she grabbed the remote. “Here, I’ll put on the subtitles in English.”

“You mean I can learn Spanish now? Yes!”

Angela rolled her eyes. “Seriously, Vicky. We are in his house. Put something on we can all enjoy.”

“But we always watch this together. It’s our show!”

“Throw on something else.”

We ate in silence as we watched a movie.

“Wow, girl!” Angela eyed her sister. “You actually finished your meal!”

“Easy,” Victoria said. “Actually, I just might want seconds.” She handed me her plate as I got up to refill my own.

“How about you, Angela?” I asked.

“You can call me Angie if you’d rather. And yes, I would like seconds. Thank you.”

Victoria only finished half of her plate, but I still appreciated the effort.

We settled into a routine. I still had my place to myself during the day and the three of us got along pretty well in the evenings. Angela made the effort to be a good guest, giving her sister and I some space when she could. She had a boyfriend that she went to see a couple of times a week.

“So, do you guys ever hook up?” Angie asked us one evening.

“Actually, yeah!” Vicky smiled at me. “I’m surprised you haven’t heard us.”

“Nope. Not twice last night. Or the night before. Or three times the night before that…”

“Oh. You were being sarcastic.”

“Maybe a little.”

“And here we've been trying to be quiet.”

“Not easy to do when there is only a floor between us. It’s fine, don’t hold back on my account.”

“Actually…” Victoria smiled. “We're on twelve nights in a row.”

“Wow, Dan. You really unleashed the monster in my little sister,” Angela said with a smirk. “How did you do it? I couldn’t get her to finish her dinner in the past two decades and yet I saw her eat a donut the other day.”

“Yeah, well. If I was half as convincing as you think I am, it wouldn’t have taken me six months to get in her pants.” That earned me a smack in the arm.

“You can’t fool me, Danny. I’m watching out for you.”

“It must be mutual, Angie. Because he’s watching you too.”

I turned to my girlfriend. “Hmm?”

“I’ve seen you check out my sister at least ten times in the past hour.”

“Really?” Angie asked with an accusing glare. “I haven’t caught him once.”

“I mean, to his credit, it would be hard not to check out the two feet of cleavage you have on display there.”

“This ol’ thing?” Angie looked down. “I guess the girls could be a bit more subtle. Sorry, sis. I’ll wear more.”

She looked up.

“Orrr… maybe you could show a little skin yourself, Victoria. Give your boyfriend something nice to look at.”

“Fine!” Victoria pulled up her sweatshirt and tossed it to her sister. “Switch!”

“Ooo, you even warmed it up for me,” Angie said as she put it on. She looked over at her sister. “Damn, girl! That five pounds you gained is going to all the right places.”

“It’s seven pounds, thank you very much. And Danny likes it.”

“Hey now!” I interrupted. “Just because you both like to add the E sound at the end of your names doesn’t mean my name is Danny.”

“He speaks!” My girlfriend poked me in the ribs. “See? He hasn’t said more than two sentences in the past hour, but the moment you cover your tits he remembers how to talk again.”

Angie smirked at me. “I’m sure that’s a coincidence. Your tits are looking great too, sis.”

“Really? I am up to a C cup.” She looked at me. “And Dan seems to like them.”

“Oh, I’m aware. I hear how much he likes them every night.”