Setting the Ground Rules

"Ok. What do you think?" Kaila directed the question to me, and a rush of water seemed to flow through my veins. I breathed deeply, trying to keep both my excitement and my other emotions in check.

"I think... Well, I think we should ask Ca..." I began.

"I already did, Brent. I wouldn't have even asked it if she wasn't okay with it," Kaila interrupted me.

"Okay. Then I guess... it's okay." I nodded, looking over to where Imogene sat. Her eyes were closed and she took a deep breath.

"Thank you." Imogene spoke, nearly inaudibly. "I promise I won't... I... Ok, I have to know now, what is UP with you, Brent?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, not understanding the sudden subject shift.

"I mean, with the ladies! I can't get you to come out with even one of my friends for years, and then suddenly, you're not only married, but... how many girls are you fucking right now?"

"Counting or not counting his wife?" Kaila laughed. "The answer is Three."

"And Helen... I mean, Charlotte I get why you'd go for that... but Helen? She's like, nothing like your type." Imogene smiled.

"Does this fall under the category of being a bitch?" I asked Kaila.

"Riiiight on the borderline," Kaila responded, snuggling closer. "Girl just needs to get laid. Speaking of which, Let's set a few ground rules if you're going to be moving in with us."

"I have a really bad feeling about this..." Imogene mumbled the line quietly.

"Bleah. Bad Reference, No cookie!" Kaila snickered. "No clubbing. Period. No Going out Drinking. Period. Brent doesn't need to be rescuing you any more, got it?"

"Got it," Imogene mumbled quietly. "But what if you two are with..."

"I... if we're having a group outing, fine. But you want to bring somebody home, you need approval from everybody in the apartment. And that's NOT negotiable. I'm not walking downstairs to find some high school kid doing bong rips on our couch while fucking up my save games."

"Ugh, GROSS," Imogene recoiled at the image. "Has that actually ever happened?"

"Yeah, when I was in High School. You think having an older brother is bad? Try having an older sister." Kaila groaned. "Brent, we're boring the fuck out of you, aren't we?"

"Wasn't going to say anything," I commented, enjoying the repartee. It was actually nice to hear my sister talking for a change. She wasn't trying to manipulate, sugar coat, or otherwise get her way. She was just being... her. Maybe being away from dad would be a good thing for her.

"Okay, but you know that Becky's gonna..."

"You're going to be four hours away without a car. She'll live." I pointed out. "I'll send dad some money to ship your stuff to us, or we'll get a U-haul and all do it together. Your choice, but we're NOT doing it today."

"Right..." Imogene paused. "I'm really trying not to... I don't want to be a jerk. It's just that I didn't actually think you were going to say yes."

"So what did you think was going to happen?" Kaila asked.

"I... thought I'd come down here and there'd be something... you know, REALLY obvious that was wrong. I had a feeling." Imogene shrugged. "I get those sometimes. So, I just... I figured if I pulled Brent up to get me you'd... well, you'd do whatever I had a bad feeling about, and he'd catch you, and... problem solved."

"And now?" I asked quietly.

"Charlotte... fuck... I uhm... " Imogene shifted subtly, her thighs coming together and rubbing sinuously. "I can't stop thinking about you and her... right where she was..."

"Does it make it better or worse that Brent and I just had make up sex?" Kaila smirked.

"WORSE. Oh, That makes it SO much worse..." Imogene groaned. "Brent... like, take a fucking shower or something, because... you just smell like turned on woman right now. Like, when I was hugging you it just... It's everywhere, really."