After dinner, I relaxed in my leather recliner with two fingers of bourbon in a rocks glass beside me on the end table. Using the remote, I turned on the television and changed the channel to the local news.

I picked up my glass and sipped the amber liquor, feeling it tickle my tongue. Replacing the glass, I watched the weather report. The forecast was for warm weather throughout the week. When the weather report ended, I reduced the volume and picked up the novel I’d started a few days ago. I was engrossed in the story when my phone rang.

I marked my place, set the book on the table, and picked up my phone. Smiling when I saw who called, I answered.

“Hi, Sarah. How are you doing?” I said.

“I’m great, Mark. How have you been?” Sarah replied.

“Not much going on. Working and relaxing. How is Bob?”

“He’s been busy. There is a lot of construction in the area. The reason I called is to invite you to visit during the holiday. The fourth is on Tuesday, so we have a four-day weekend. We’ll grill, have a few drinks, and catch up.”

I considered my sister’s offer for a moment. It had been over a year since I’d seen her and her husband.

“Sure. It sounds like a great idea. When should I arrive?”

“Bob and I are home by four in the afternoon. Why don’t you come for dinner on Friday?”

“Okay, I’ll see you in a few days. Do you need me to bring anything?”

“No. We have everything we’ll need.”

Sarah and I chatted, said goodbye, and hung up. I picked up my book and began reading.

I worked until noon on Friday. After shutting my computer down, I went to the kitchen for lunch. I ate a sandwich and headed to my bedroom to pack when I finished. I took my suitcase from the closet and placed it on the bed. Knowing it would be warm, I packed shorts and pullover short-sleeve shirts with my underwear and a few other things.

Sarah mentioned going out for dinner, so I selected slacks and button-down shirts. Rather than pack them in the suitcase, I left them on hangers so they wouldn’t wrinkle. At one o’clock, I loaded my SUV and left my small apartment for the three-hour drive to my sister's and brother-in-law’s house.

My sister was twenty-five, two years younger than I was. She met Bob in college, dated for a year, and they got married. I met Bob at her wedding three years ago. He seemed like a nice guy. Sarah told me he was a carpenter and built houses. My sister worked at a bank.

Sarah and I grew up in a middle-class neighborhood. Our father was an accountant, and our mom worked for the city. I moved out when I was twenty and was hired by a tech firm. I worked at the help desk, helping our clients solve PC problems. While working, I went to school for my certifications. The tech firm promoted me from the help desk to network security with a substantial increase in my salary.

My sister and I got along well when we lived with our parents. Sarah and I had different interests and friends. She was popular and into sports and hung around with her teammates. I was a nerd and spent my time with my friends from the computer and math clubs.

My drive to my sister's and brother-in-law’s home was uneventful. It was shortly after four when I parked in the driveway. My sister came out of the front door as I climbed out of my vehicle.

“It’s so good to see you, Mark,” Sarah said while hugging me. “Let me help you with your things.”

I gave Sarah the clothes on hangers and grabbed my suitcase. She headed for the house, and I followed her. She led me to the guest room and told me to make myself at home.

“Where’s Bob?” I asked.

“He should be home any minute. Bob had to finish up at one of the building sites. He’s been busy this summer. Can I get you something to drink?”

“Sure, I’ll have whatever you’re having,” I said.

I followed Sarah to the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and grabbed two beers. We went outside and sat on the deck.

“What’s been going on in your life, Mark? Any new lady friends?” Sarah asked.

“I’ve been working. The company promoted me, and I’m working from home now. There aren’t any new or old lady friends. I haven’t met anyone since Kim, and I broke up.”

“Is she the woman you brought to my wedding?”

“Yes. I broke up with her shortly after your wedding when I discovered she was using drugs. The last I heard, Kim moved to California with some guy.”

After Kim and I split, I went out with a couple of women, but they were just friends with benefits.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Mark.”

“No need to be sorry. I don’t want to be involved with anyone who uses hard drugs. How are things with you and Bob?”

Sarah smiled. “Things couldn’t be better. Bob started his own construction company and builds homes and small commercial buildings. I’m still working at the bank.”

Bob came outside with a beer, came over to me, and shook my hand.

“Hi, Mark. Sarah and I are glad you came,” Bob said.

“Thanks. I needed to get away for a few days.”

“I thought we’d go out for dinner tonight and barbeque tomorrow and the other days,” Bob said.

I glanced around. “How much land do you have. This is very secluded.”

“We bought the ten acres two years ago and built the house last year. We wanted a place without neighbors next door. We want to put in a pool next year.”

“You certainly have the room for it.”

“Give me a few minutes to shower and dress. We’ll go to dinner whenever you’re ready,” Bob said.

“No problem. I need to shower and dress, too.”

We finished our beers and went into the house. Sarah came to my room with me and showed me where I’d find towels in the ensuite bathroom. I thanked her and she left. After putting my clothes from the suitcase into a drawer in the dresser, I went to the bathroom. I showered, dried myself, and shaved. Once I was dressed, I went to the living room to wait for my sister and brother-in-law.

I looked around the large living room, noticing the fireplace and the furniture. I sat on one of the two leather couches and relaxed. In addition to the couches, there was a recliner and another chair.

Bob and Sarah came down the hallway and joined me. I glanced at my sister, seeing how good she looked in the skirt and top she wore.

“Are we ready? I planned on going to a seafood restaurant if it’s okay with you, Mark,” Bob said.

“That’s good with me. I like most kinds of food,” I said.

We went outside and to Sarah’s car. She told me to sit in front with Bob as he opened the back door for her. I sat in front. Bob took off, driving towards the city. I listened to them as they pointed out a few things along the way. When we arrived at the restaurant, Bob pulled up to the front door. A valet opened Sarah’s and my doors, holding them as we got out. Bob came around the car, and we entered the building.

“What do you recommend?” I said while looking at the menu.

“We have liked everything we’ve tried here. It’s our favorite seafood restaurant,” Sarah said.

“I’m having the stuffed flounder tonight. I usually get that or the swordfish,” Bob said.

“I think I’ll go for the swordfish. It’s been a long time since I’ve had it,” I said.

“I’m having the scallops tonight. They melt in your mouth,” Sarah said.

When the server came to our table, Bob ordered a cold-plate starter and a bottle of white wine. The server left and returned a few minutes later with the wine, filled our glasses, and said our starter would be out soon. Bob told him we were ready, and he wrote down our selections.

The starter was good, with shrimp, clams, mussels, and crab meat. We enjoyed it, sipped our wine, and caught up with our lives. When our entrees came, we spent more time eating than talking.

We finished our meals and ordered coffee and after-dinner drinks. Bob asked if we wanted another drink, saying he was done because he was driving. We decided to return to their house and have a cocktail on the deck.

Bob drove to the house and parked. We went in and Sarah said, “I’m going to change. I’ll meet you on the deck in a few minutes.”

“That’s a good idea. It’s too warm to sit outside dressed in slacks,” Bob said.

I went to my room and changed into shorts and a tee shirt. I hung my slacks and went to the deck to wait for my sister and Bob. He came out and asked what I wanted to drink. I asked for a beer, and he went in, returning with two bottles and a glass of wine for Sarah.

Sitting on the deck, we talked about different things. Bob told me about his business and how well it was going. My sister said she planned to work with her husband in the near future. At a little after ten, we decided to go to bed.

I showered and dressed when I got up Saturday morning. When I walked into the kitchen, Sarah was at the counter making coffee.

“Good morning, Mark. Did you sleep well?” Sarah said.

“Very well, thank you. Where’s your husband?”

“Bob is in the shower. He’ll be out in a minute.”

While Sarah poured coffee into mugs, I looked at her and the cute cotton sundress she wore. The hem of the dress fell well above her knees, showing a lot of her trim legs. When she placed the coffee on the island counter, I saw the top of her dress hugging her chest, showing a hint of cleavage. Bob joined us, and we all said good morning and sipped our hot coffee.

“We’re having steaks for dinner this evening. It’s supposed to be a nice day. I thought Sarah and I would take you for a ride and show you the area,” Bob said.

“Sounds like a plan,” I said.

Sarah prepared breakfast, and Bob helped her clean up. When she finished, we drank the rest of our coffee and left. Bob told me to sit in the front seat of the car. My sister sat behind Bob in the backseat.

We toured the area, and they pointed out several things. He drove to one of the subdivisions he was developing and showed me the houses. When Sarah spoke, I glanced over the seat at her. After stopping for a cold drink and snack, we continued. At about two, my sister said we had to get home so she had time to prepare dinner.

“This is a nice area. I really liked the homes in your subdivision,” I said when we arrived at the house.

“Thanks. All of the homes in the sub are thirty-two hundred square feet or larger,” Bob said.

We went to the house, stopped in the kitchen for beers, and sat outside. Sarah stayed in the kitchen preparing the food for later. When it was time, Bob lit the grill. We ate the steaks with the potato salad and baked beans Sarah prepared. We finished eating and took our dishes into the house. Sarah and Bob rinsed everything and loaded the dishwasher. When Bob asked about the pans, Sarah said she would take care of them later.

“I’m having whiskey. What would you like, Mark?” Bob said.

“Whiskey sounds good.”

“I’ll have a gin and tonic, sweetie,” Sarah said.

Bob made two whiskeys on the rocks and a tall gin and tonic. We went outside and sat on the deck, enjoying the warm breezy evening.

“I’m going to finish the kitchen,” Sarah said.

“Do you want help?” I said.

“No, thanks. You and Bob relax. It won’t take long,” Sarah replied.

After Sarah went into the house, Bob refreshed our drinks. He sat near me, staring into his glass. Glancing at the house, he let out a soft sigh.

“Several months ago, something happened, Mark. Sarah and I were in bed making love,” Bob started.

“Woah, Bob. I don’t want to hear about yours and my sister’s love life.”

Bob nodded and took a drink. “I know, but this is important. It’s important to Sarah, and I promised to mention it.”

“I understand, but as I said, I’m not interested in hearing about it.”

“If I hadn’t promised Sarah, I wouldn’t have brought it up. I’d really appreciate it if you’d hear me out.”

I took a drink and refilled our glasses. After thinking for a moment, I nodded.

“Thanks. I was saying, Sarah and I were making love. As her orgasm peaked, she yelled your name. I won’t repeat what she said, but she kept saying your name and demanding what she wanted me to do to her.”

Not knowing what to say, I said, “That’s weird, Bob. Are you and Sarah having problems?”

“Hell no! Things couldn’t be better between Sarah and me. Our love life is almost as active as when we first started.”

“I don’t know what to say, Bob.”

“Tell me about it. Let me finish. Maybe things will start to make sense. Mark, I love Sarah and would do anything for her. She says she feels the same way about me.”

I nodded and sipped my whiskey, wondering what he would say next.

“I didn’t say anything about it the first time it happened. We’d had a few drinks, and she gets very animated when she’s been drinking. I forgot about it, and things seemed normal. Then a couple of weeks later, she did it again, and I asked Sarah about it.”

Bob took a drink and paused. I glanced at the door to the kitchen and saw my sister standing by the sink.

“When I asked Sarah about it, she confessed that she had always wanted to have sex with you, Mark. She told me she’d thought about it since she was about sixteen. Sarah told me she tried teasing you, but you didn’t notice. She said she didn’t know why it resurfaced.”

“I had no idea.”

Bob chuckled. “That’s what your sister said. She said she used to let you see her in her underwear and up her skirt. Sarah said she questioned your sexuality and thought you might be gay.”

Laughing, I shook my head. While Bob collected his thoughts, I looked back on the time I lived at home with my sister. I remembered seeing her in her bra and panties and how she would sit, giving me a view up her skirt. It would excite me, and I would masturbate while thinking about it, but I didn’t realize she planned it. I don’t know how I would have handled it if I did.

When I was eighteen, I was confused about my sexuality. I found girls interesting and wanted to have sex with them, but the thought of sex with a guy didn’t put me off. It wasn’t until a graduation party that I sampled both. A friend of mine, also a nerd, and I hooked up with a girl from our class.

Carol had a reputation, and the rumor was she was easy. That night, my friend Dave and I lost our virginity. Carol was willing to do almost anything and guided Dave and me. Before the night ended, I’d screwed Carol, received blow jobs from her and Dave, and blew Dave. Neither Dave nor I ever got together with Carol, or each other again. I met several girls in college and had sex with them. Dave was the only guy I did anything sexual with, but the thought had crossed my mind over the years.

“Sarah told me you frustrated her.” Bob chuckled. “She said she would play with herself while imagining it was you touching her. She finally gave up and started dating other guys. After she confessed, she was okay for about a month, but one night, she asked me to roleplay and pretend I was you.

“That night, she didn’t use my name. She told me what she wanted Mark to do to her. Sarah seemed possessed by it, and we repeated our roleplaying. It should have bothered me, Mark, but I love her enough to let her live out her fantasies. After a wild bout, I asked her how we could get past it.”

Bob refilled our glasses. I wondered what he was going to say next.

“Sarah said she wasn’t sure but wouldn’t apologize for the way she felt. While it wasn’t too disconcerting at first, I began to wonder how I could help Sarah as the frequency increased. About two weeks ago, I asked her if it would help if she had sex with you. I wasn’t surprised when she said yes.”

“Are you saying you want me to have sex with my sister?”

Bob chuckled. “No. I’m saying your sister wants to have sex with you, Mark. As I’ve said, I love Sarah and will do anything to help her and make her happy. I want to hear her call my name when we have sex, not yours. I’m not sure it will help, but I know we have to do something.”

“I don’t know what to say or think, Bob. You’ve blindsided me, and I’m having trouble comprehending everything. Does Sarah know we’re having this conversation?”

Nodding, Bob said, “Yes. As I said, she made me promise to talk to you and reveal her secret desires. I understand that this is a shock and confusing, but we need you to know. All I can ask is that you talk to Sarah and hear what she has to say. We’ll go from there.”

“I assume you and Sarah have talked about this, and you’re okay with it. How do you really feel about what she’s asking?”

Bob took a sip and refilled his glass. “Mark, have you ever had a threesome?”

I nodded.

“When Sarah and I started dating, I discovered she’s a very sexual woman. She and I had several...