I didn't even bother reading most of Diane's texts for the next day or two. Most of them were different combinations of the same thing anyway.
Fuck you! How could you do this to me?
The nerve of that woman never ceases to amaze me. Who knows how long she kept her affair from me? The fact that she would expect me to feel guilty for my actions was astounding. While it's true I had prior knowledge of the strained relationship between Diane and Rebecca, I had no idea how far she would go to slight her daughter.
I would like to think it was purely my charm and handsome face that inspired Rebecca to come over that fateful morning, but I knew better than to believe that. In the days after it happened I remembered several stories that Diane told me of her mother's unfair treatment towards her. I had never truly believed them and usually assumed that she was exaggerating and being selective with her memories. Her parents had a messy divorce while she was still a child and it had impacted her in many ways, both big and small.
I never delved too deeply into these matters since I couldn't offer any real insight. In my opinion, however, the mother and daughter were very similar people, which led to clashing on issues where they were equally stubborn. This theory was forbidden to suggest to Diane, however, as she always insisted that she was nothing like her mom, who she believed was in the wrong and simply playing favorites with her sister. From the outside, it seemed like it was a bit of a 'chicken and the egg' situation at this point where no one could remember who started it and neither was willing to be the bigger person to stop it once and for all.
There was some truth to the favoritism theory, however; Rebecca's sister had died tragically in a car crash shortly after high school, which devastated Rebecca. When she was able to talk about it she would say that her youngest daughter, Vanessa was very similar to her late sister in many ways.
My opinion was that Rebecca saw herself when she looked at Diane and was reminded of all the mistakes she had made at her age and would offer criticism and misguided advice when Diane wanted love and support. When Rebecca saw Vanessa, she saw her sister and was reminded of the lost potential and was far less critical of her than Diane. She gave Vanessa more slack since she was comforted by the false notion of her sister living vicariously through her daughter. Rebecca seemed like more of an older sister to Diane than a mother; she would seldom step up and act like an adult in tense situations and this caused needless distress in her daughters' lives. It was a sad situation that they were usually too sensitive to talk about so I left my opinions unspoken, but there was some immaturity on Rebecca's part.
I wasn't completely heartless. I initially felt guilty for stepping in between such a delicate relationship, but my heart was broken because the woman I was still in love with had cheated on me and let me think I was just being a jealous boyfriend when I brought up my concerns. I had already decided that I wasn't going to apologize or justify my actions, I would stick to that choice. A few days later I received a text message from her sister, Vanessa that would put this decision to the test.
I can't believe my mom got to you first, I was the one who told her about Diane's cheating in the first place.
Her message was without much context but it wasn't hard to decipher; she was just as blunt as her mother was. I didn't know the best way to respond to her though since I wasn't certain if she was hitting on me or just fucking around; with Vanessa, either option was possible.
Vanessa was about three years younger than Diane and I had learned early in our relationship that her sister was a touchy subject. She had accused me of having eyes for Vanessa more than once so I learned to be obvious about my indifference towards her. Despite the evidence in the mirror, Diane had always referred to Vanessa as 'the pretty one' even though I tried to convince her many times that this wasn't true.
I had been lost in thought for a few minutes now and still wasn't sure how to respond to Vanessa's text. My conscience strained against my libido as it tried to steer me away from more rebound sex at a vulnerable time in my life. I couldn't resolve the matter quickly so I sent a guarded and ambiguous reply.
You always have to cause trouble, don't you?
I was thinking about what to say next when she sent a picture that left me speechless. She was dressed in lacy, black lingerie in a classic doggy-style pose while looking back over her shoulder at the camera. Knowing Vanessa, she had probably taken twenty different shots at multiple angles to send me the perfect picture. There was a simple question as a caption.
Can I come over tonight?
She looked so god-damn sexy that her question blew right past my previous moral dilemma and I almost said yes immediately but I made myself slow down before I replied. She had similar proportions to her mom but on a slimmer and younger frame with a pretty face and brown eyes that could sparkle at will. She knew how to get attention with her body when she wanted it; I had never been one to fawn over women who were arrogant about their looks like Vanessa, but she looked stunning in that picture. I stared intently between her legs for several minutes trying to get a glimpse at her pussy before she sent a follow-up picture that surprised me with how accurately she had gauged my reaction.
It was another picture of her lying on her back with her legs apart; her panties were pulled down just enough to reveal a bit of pubic hair. It was a simple pose but the hunger in her eyes spoke volumes; there was a caption for this picture as well that made me laugh.
Cat got your tongue?
Her sexual innuendo was impossible to miss; I could feel my loins stirring while I thought about licking up the juices from her pussy. I was lost in fantasy when she repeated her question from earlier.
Can I come over tonight? I have my pajamas picked out already as you can see.
She knew my answer was yes by this point; her plan had worked perfectly and I told her to come by after dinner. I came close to canceling three times that afternoon, but each time ended with me jerking off in the bathroom while looking at her pictures.
By the time of her arrival, I had cleaned most of my house, changed the bed sheets, ate dinner, showered, and got dressed. She arrived about twenty minutes late with two bottles of red wine; I invited her into the kitchen and took two glasses out of the cupboard. I felt her chest squish into my back as she snuck up behind me and spoke into my ear.
“Thanks for inviting me. I've thought about you for a long time...” I turned around and kissed her before she could finish that thought. I wasn't sure if she wanted me or if this was more about sibling rivalry, but I wasn't going to upset the mood of the evening arguing semantics with her. She took the wine glasses from me with a slightly surprised smile and turned around to place them on the counter behind her while I retrieved the corkscrew.
She slowly poured two glasses with full knowledge that I was staring at her shapely ass the whole time. We headed into the TV room and cuddled up on the couch while we put a movie on. I enjoyed her company more than I expected to and I think the feeling was mutual as we joked and flirted. We kept things light with massaging and small make-out sessions throughout the movie, but nothing overtly sexual. I had been lonely for weeks even before Diane had moved out, so the feeling of Vanessa's warm body against me mixed with the sounds of her laughter and the intoxicating aroma of her hair was more than enough to arouse my desires.
When the movie was almost finished, Vanessa got up to use the washroom and was gone longer than I would have expected. I kicked my feet up on the couch and lounged back on the armrest with an arrogant look on my face. I was stunned by the sight of her when she returned. She had stripped down to nothing but that same lingerie that she had shown me earlier in the picture.
“Fuck me!” I cursed under my breath in surprise as she closed the distance between us.
“That was the plan,” she replied in a determined, sultry voice as she climbed on top of me in a sixty-nine position. I freed each of my arms and grasped her ass cheeks firmly; I explored the warm flesh with my fingers as I heard the metallic clink of my belt buckle and the impatient snap of leather being hastily pulled from my jeans. I peeled her panties down off her gorgeous, round ass as she lifted her hips briefly to assist me.