Sister swap Stories

April lay motionless on her lounger, her face tilted toward the sun, her chest rising and falling in the measured rhythm of apparent sleep. Behind her closed lids, however, her mind churned with the weight of everything that had happened, even as she feigned peaceful oblivion. Mark perched next to her on the edge of his deck chair, a paperback novel open in his lap. His eyes skimmed the same paragraph for the third time,...

Rosemary got home late after her shift at work. Lily and I went about the rest of our day as if nothing had happened. Despite the guilt and sexual tension hanging in the air we got along well, we chatted easily but there was no extended conversation. I felt bad for cheating, and she gave me time for contemplation. I wondered if things would be so easygoing if the sister's roles were reversed. Would Rosemary give me space...