That's actually... kinda hot.

I couldn't help but think of my little sister out there on the couch in our apartment. Just thinking about how Kaila's voice tended to carry, and how it must have have sounded when she came, over and over as she always does. Hell I knew our walls were thin the first time I had slept over. I imagined Imogene lying there, in her standard sleep shirt and bare legs, listening to my wife and me...

"Shit." I mumbled.

"Yeah, I think you just figured out why Kay doesn't want to fuck when she's over." Charlotte commented. "Which means most likely, when we bring Imogene back to the cabin, Kay's not going to want to fuck ME either. See, as I said, this is the kind of stuff that ruins a multiple relationship, if you don't talk about it."

"Ok, so we're talking. " I said. "We're trying to figure this out."

"I'm... I'm the wrong person to ask on this one." Charlotte laughed. "This whole situation between the two of you, well... It's so fucked up, but it kinda gets me hot. Ok, it REALLY gets me hot. I mean, I grew up with brothers, and I know how to get them to do what I want. I never pulled the kind of stuff she pulls on you. I mean, I hope I'm wrong. I hope that I'm totally reading your sister wrong and she turns out to be actually just unlucky, but it's not the way I'm betting."

"So you think she's just stringing me along?" I asked. "Look, even if she was, and I'm not saying she is, but if she WAS... I wouldn't take advantage of her."

"Oh fuck no, Brent, I'm not saying that at all, just... " Her hand slipped down to run across her bare leg. "I just really am starting to get turned on by the thought. That's all. Doesn't mean you have to DO it."

"Ok, I..." I wanted to tell her that she was completely full of shit, but I couldn't. All I could think about was how hard I had just come while imagining Imogene's face panting up at me, aching for me. "Maybe, yes, in a fantasy kind of way, I find my sister hot..."

"You know it's more than that." Charlotte's hand stroked up and down again. I found it hard to concentrate on the road. Dammit what exit were we supposed to get off at? The sloping hills and cutouts that dominated the Monterey section of the PCH were always a pain to navigate, but fortunately I'd been to this address before. When Imogene couldn't get ahold of me, this is where she almost always ended up. Just had to remember not to accidentally take the Salinas exit...

"I'm not going to dance around this any more. Do you actually want to help your sister all these times, or do you want to fuck her, Brent?"

Did I really want to help her with this stuff? I mean, honestly, no, I didn't. I did it because it was what you did for family. However, If I was really going to be honest with myself... Didn't I want to have an honest and open relationship with Charlotte? If I was going to have any long term chance of making this work with the four of us...

"Yeah, I kinda... I wouldn't do this if it were Dad." I admitted. "Wouldn't probably do this for anybody else."

"Would you do it for me?" Charlotte asked. "If I was ****, needed a place to stay, just on your couch, won't get in the way... what's your first thought?"

I thought back to when that exact moment happened. What had I wanted. Yeah, I had absolutely wanted to fuck her and Helen.

"I admit I thought about it. A lot." I nodded.

"Thought about what, Brent?" She grinned extending her leg again to rest against the dash.

"I thought about fucking you." I admitted.

"I know you did. I could see it on your face. So could Helen and so could Kay. You're not as subtle as you think you are Brent."

I felt a flush of red across my cheeks, before realizing exactly how much that mattered right now. Charlotte was just teasing me, and I could tell from the smile on her face as she looked at me.

"Ok, so you're saying that when I talk about my sister..." I began.

"Yeah, you sound exactly like when you talk about Helen, or Kay. You want to fuck her, and I can tell." Charlotte laughed. "I'm starting to wonder if there's any woman you don't want to fuck, Brent. You're a bit of a slut, you know."

"Oh, I'm a slut now?" I snorted.

"Takes one to know one." She grinned at the last. "Your face is turning red, by the way."

"I'm just not sure where you're serious and where you're teasing me," I admitted.

"Doesn't that make it fun, though?" Charlotte asked, her gaze drifting to the rows of apartment buildings we passed. "I think you can tell which ones I wasn't teasing you about by which ones made me come the hardest. "