Eva
Hotel rooms are cold, foreign spaces. If you look around the only familiarity that you usually notice comes from the stark décor being the same as other hotel rooms. Common purpose, similar designers, all trying to provide warmth, comfort, and some small detail that differentiates them from countless others. Most rooms fail miserably to provide anything akin to warmth, and that is why hotel bars do such a brisk business.
As I sat quietly in a soft leather chair in a dimly lighted corner of one such establishment, picking from a bowl of mixed nuts, searching for the elusive cashews, and sipping from a glass of reasonable bourbon served with a single, crystal-clear ice cube, I drifted away, deep in thought. Visions of my older sister, Eva, from our childhood, haunted me; her fair pale skin, sly smile, mischievous, penetrating green eyes, and jet-black hair. She was gorgeous, probably the most beautiful female I have ever encountered in my life. But she had a dark side that she reserved for only a select few and I was at the top of that list. She loved me and I loved her as only siblings can ever love each other. We shared similar experiences growing up, had similar likes and dislikes, and had our share of arguments, sometimes in our early years, real knock-down, drag-out brawls, but we could also put our backs together and take on the world if need be. So many years pass in what seems like a heartbeat. Now I sit with my memories waiting to hear if my sister’s surgery has been successful, images from the past flooding my mind. Another cashew, another sip.
Reflecting, I see us in her bedroom, her ninth-grade self, looking at her fourth-grade brother, a wry smile on her face as she explained what was to come next. “Take off your clothes and put these on,” she said.
Fingering the thin cotton panties and sheer baby doll nightgown that she handed to me, I said that I would rather not. “What if mom comes home?” I stammered.
“Don’t worry, Renfield” she said, “I will listen for the door and if Mom comes back, you can go into my bathroom to change. It will be our secret.” Slowly I started to do as she commanded while watching her eyes sparkle. Obeying her was a foregone conclusion in her mind and, being honest with myself, in mine as well, particularly when she used her pet name for me. Renfield, Count Dracula’s reluctant servant.
This was the first time in what would become a secret ritual that we shared at home until she went off to college four years later and I was beginning high school, and then whenever we spent time together. She would pick out clothes for me and I would model them for her. The outfits became sexier and more suggestive as we got older and her direction during the process of dressing and afterward, was much more specific.
The weekend that she packed her car for the drive to begin her new life as a college freshman in another state, she presented me with a fancy box, complete with a large bow made of fancy, satin ribbon. Handing it to me, she said, “Mom and Dad are going out tonight so we will have some time alone and I wanted to give you a special gift for when they are gone.” I knew what she meant, and I accepted the present with a small smile, looking deep into her green eyes and trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach.
“Thank you, miss,” I replied, already guessing at the contents. “Will you be available to help me if I need it?” I asked.
“You know I will, silly boy,” she said with a smile. I smiled back, took the box, and went to my room.
I smiled to myself as I sat alone in the bar, thinking of her and hearing those words in my head, seeing in my mind’s eye the sheer black lace panties with a matching A-cup bra, garter belt, and black stockings that were in the box. “What a bitch,” I whispered to no one. God, how I have missed her.
The waiter brought over another bourbon and setting it down, commented, “I took the liberty since you seemed distracted. I hope that I did not misread the situation.”
“You did not and your timing is perfect. Thank you,” I replied.
“Of course, if you need anything else just wave,” he said with a server’s smile and walked away.
My memories now took me to a celebratory holiday that we shared with our parents, a couple of her sorority sisters, and some high school friends of mine from prior years. I had been accepted into my college of choice nearby and started my freshman year; Eva was getting ready to move on to law school after a year’s hiatus from her studies. It was a happy time overall but more consequential than that for us. It was the first time that she truly exerted her power over me and I came to understand the power that she commanded over others as well.
The third day of our holiday was spent as a group, swimming in the pool, grilling wonderful meals, and generally having silly fun. After our parents left for their evening activities, Eva, our mutual friends, and her sorority sisters and I settled into lounge chairs taking turns being DJ and playing drinking games. At one point, Eva caught my eye and gave me her signature mischievous smile and then motioned for one of her college friends to come to her. The girl leaned down, putting her ear close to Eva’s lips as Eva said something to her. The girl’s face changed slightly as she stood up and looked directly at me.
Walking over to stand by an adjacent lounge chair, she reached for her bikini top and pulled it over her head revealing lovely pert breasts, and dropped the top on the chair. She then peeled off the bottoms and stood directly in front of me while looking over at Eva, who smiled and nodded. The girl was beautiful, completely hairless and glistening from suntan oil, staring into my eyes. She then turned and dove into the pool with everyone’s eyes staring at her with their mouths hanging open. Eva, Mistress of the Dark Side, was in the house. I smiled at my sister, understanding that this display was for my benefit, demonstrating her power that now extended beyond family limits.
When the evening ended around 2:00 am and my friends had left, Eva came to me and whispered, “I left a gift for you in your room. Please open it, put it on, and come to my bedroom to model it for us.” She then kissed my cheek and continued, “Don’t keep me waiting too long.” She turned and left to join her two sisters. I had a knot in my stomach, somewhat troubled by her words, but instinctively walked to my room to retrieve my “gift”.
In the solitude of my room, I opened the package and saw the lovely pink lace thong panties and sheer pink negligee. I could feel the heat of the blood rushing to my face and gasped when I considered what was expected of me. Considering my options, I hesitated for several minutes but eventually removed my polo shirt and shorts, and slipped into the lace panties and negligee. She was being a sadistic bitch but I had been trained to obey her and even enjoyed following her orders.
I sipped my drink and wondered how she was doing in recovery. The doctors said that the first twelve hours would be telling and I really wanted to see her although I knew that there was not much I could do until she came back from the anesthesia. I rested my head on the back of the chair and stared into the dim recesses of the room, again drifting back in time.
I took a deep breath and silently slipped out of my bedroom, quietly walking down the hall to my sister’s bedroom. I tapped on the door and within a few seconds it was opened by the girl who stripped by the pool earlier. She smiled at me and as she moved to the side to allow me to enter, I saw that she was completely naked. As I walked in, I noticed that the second girl from college was sitting in the chair facing the door and she was naked as well.
The door closed behind me and the sound startled me out of my trance. Eva spoke to me from the bed, “I was wondering what was keeping you and I was tempted to have Anna and Stacy fetch you but they are not very gentle and I did not want them to make unnecessary noise if you struggled.”
Eva got up from the bed, stark naked, and walked towards me. “Don’t look surprised, Renfield, it’s only us girls tonight so we may as well be comfortable. You look lovely by the way. Do you like your gift?”
“Yes, very much,” I stammered in a soft voice. “You always know what suits me. Thank you.”
Eva stood very close to me and I could feel her breast brush against the sheer fabric of the negligee. “God, you look so sexy in pink. Anna, do you like my sweet young thing?”
“Yes, mistress, she’s lovely,” came the reply from the chair as Anna smiled and winked at me.
Eva looked at her and whispered, “Does she excite you?”
“Yes, mistress, very much,” she replied.
“Me too,” said Eva, “can you tell?”
As Anna rose from the chair, Eva turned to face her but still looked at me with her sly smile. Anna moved in front of Eva and dropped to her knees continuing to stare into her eyes. She placed her hands on Eva’s hips and leaned forward to place her lips onto Eva’s smooth vagina, allowing her tongue to lick the moisture dripping from within her. “Yes, you are excited, my love,” said Anna.
Eva moaned quietly and grasped Anna’s head in her hands, pulling it hard against her pussy. “That’s it my little bitch, you know what to do,” she said.
After a few moments of pleasure, Eva glanced back at me. “And that, my dear Renfield, is how you treat your mistress,” she laughed while pushing Anna’s head away.
“Stacy, sit in the chair,” she commanded. Silently, Stacy, the girl who opened the door, now moved to the chair and sat down, leisurely leaning back. The hierarchy of this small, select group was obvious and my concern about where I fit into the mix soon became clear.
“Renfield, you look pretty in pink. I think that we found your color and you will have to expand your wardrobe appropriately, wouldn’t you agree?” said Eva.
“Yes, miss, I like the color and the feel of the fabric against my skin,” I replied.
“Good,” she replied. Shifting her gaze from me to the girl sitting in the chair, Eva went on, “Stacy picked them out for you. I told her about your preference for soft, sexy things and she came back with these.” Now looking directly into my eyes, she said, “You should properly show your appreciation for her time and trouble, plus her other gift for you earlier at the pool, don’t you think? Now, don’t be rude and embarrass me, Renfield”
“No, miss,” I replied as I moved to the front of the chair and sunk to my knees in front of Stacy’s glistening, smooth vagina. I looked at her just like she looked at me when she removed her bikini in front of me earlier this evening. Quid pro quo. I put my hands on her thighs and leaned in to lick the juices that were seeping from her pussy lips. The aroma of her excitement filled my nostrils and the gentle sour taste on my tongue and taste buds intoxicated me. As I licked the smooth lips of Stacy’s pussy and went on to her clit, I heard the sound of Eva’s and Anna’s orgasms coming from the bed, realizing that Eva had gotten what she wanted as well. Stacy was next to cum and it was earth-shattering for her and almost jaw-breaking for me. Eva laughed at the spectacle and soon all of us were sharing in the amusement.
As I rose from the floor, Eva said, “Where are you going, silly? You’re not finished until you cum as well.”
“That’s not necessary, I feel quite satisfied already,” I replied, not wanting the embarrassment of being forced to have an orgasm in front of three women, one being my sister.
“Nonsense,” said Eva with her sly grin, “It will be our pleasure.” As I looked around I understood.
Anna had put on a strap-on dildo and was adjusting it intently while Eva and Stacy looked on, enjoying the moment and anticipating what was to come. “Stay on your knees, facing into the chair,” commanded Eva. “We both know that you want this and have been dreaming about it for a long time so don’t be coy, Renfield. Anna, don’t hurt the little bitch or she will associate sex with pain and that won’t do, will it?”
“No, mistress, I’ll be gentle with her,” said Anna as she walked up behind me applying lube to the glistening dildo.
Eva instructed me to grasp the arms of the chair and relax. Anna knelt behind me, pulled my panties down, and, placing the tip of the dildo against my anus, applied ever-increasing easy pressure until it slid gently into my ass. She gave me a few minutes to get used to the presence of the dildo and allow my anus to stretch to accommodate it before slowly moving in an easy in/out rhythm. She expertly aligned the dildo to rub against my prostate as she thrust, causing wonderful sensations to flow through my insides and stimulate the pleasure centers of my brain, unlike anything I have ever felt before.
I had become oblivious to my surroundings and was only vaguely aware of my sister’s voice quietly telling me to let go and ride the crest of the pleasure wave that was to come. My knuckles were white from gripping the arms of the chair, my eyes were closed and my teeth clenched in ecstasy as I experienced an orgasm so intense that I felt like I would black out and the bursts of semen shot against the chair and onto the carpet. I bit the chair to keep from screaming in pleasure and after countless spasms, allowed Anna to pull free of me before I collapsed onto the floor, gasping for air.
When I adequately recovered my senses, I said to Eva, “My God! Whom do I thank first? You for orchestrating this rendezvous or Anna for being such an expert in the subtle arts? I am drained.”
Eva moved from the bed and knelt on the floor next to me. “I am so happy that you appreciate all that we have done for you tonight, but your thanks belong to Stacy. She picked your ensemble and planned the evening like she planned the afternoon by the pool and I simply watched to see how she managed her duties. You are her responsibility going forward and she will take care of your needs. You should treat her with respect, with all that that entails, just as you would me.
“You and I have always been close but as we inevitably separate by circumstance, I felt obliged to make sure that you have a safety net even though you probably don’t believe it is necessary,” she said. “Regardless, tonight you got a parting gift from me, something that I hope you will remember forever, and an introduction to your expanding family. Stacy will fill in for me in all matters in my absence, aided by Anna in case there is a special problem. You may speak freely to both and never be embarrassed by anything that you may wish to say. They will speak freely to you in return so listen well.” Now looking directly at Stacy with her piercing green eyes which blazed as if on fire, “Stacy’s responsibility to you will never be abused or abandoned by her under any circumstances. She fully understands this and accepts it freely, don’t you my dear?”
“Yes, mistress,” said Stacy almost shaking. Eva then leaned over and kissed my cheek before moving to Stacy to kiss her on the lips, both of us sharing the aroma and taste of Anna’s juices still lingering on Eva’s lips.
What did I just witness? What the hell is going on? I now felt very self-conscious laying on my side, panties pulled down, tangled in a pink negligee in front of three college girls, having just been sodomized.
“It’s getting late and we have a busy day tomorrow, or more correctly, today,” said Eva, “Good night, dear brother, sleep well.”
“Good night, Eva. Good night, Anna,” I replied, looking at each in turn. “Good night, mistress,” I said as I walked to Stacy to kiss her cheek. “Thank you.”
“Good night, Jacob,” said Stacy as she touched my arm.
I went to take another sip from my glass but to my surprise, it came up empty. As if by some prearranged signal, the waiter appeared out of the shadows with a fresh drink, saying in a deep mysterious voice akin to Lurch, “You rang, sir?”
We both laughed and I thanked him for watching out for me. “It is my responsibility to look after our guests, something that I take seriously,” he replied.
“I know what you mean but few people actually live by that code,” I said nonchalantly, “a rare few to put it more precisely, but those that do are a rare gift that should be cherished.”
“Are you okay,?” said the waiter.
“Yes, just a bit nostalgic, I’m afraid,” I replied. “I’m caught up in memories at the moment and it is difficult to shake the melancholy.”
“It happens, but all things pass and I believe that the key is to hold tight and not give up,” he said.
“And we must trust in our better angels, even if they come from a dark place,” I responded quietly.
“Darkness can be comforting, can it not? The absence of light does not portend anything evil and indeed, many good things come with a trace of shadow,” the waiter replied.
“Yes, very true,” I commented while my thoughts took another turn.
In my senior year of college, Stacy sent me a note asking me to come for a weekend visit on Saturday afternoon to relax and catch up since we had not seen each other for about six weeks. Over the years, I had stayed with her quite a few times and it would be nice to have a change of scenery, so I replied in the affirmative right away. Hanging out with Stacy and some of her friends was usually a good time and I enjoyed being included in her plans when the opportunity arose. On top of the obvious, like Eva, Stacy also encouraged me to indulge my fantasies while we were alone, helping me pick out sexy outfits and apply makeup, even occasionally taking me out as her girlfriend since I easily passed as a female when properly attired. Let it be said that weekends with Stacy were always fun.
I remembered this weekend because it was different and left a lasting impression on me, clearly defining the existence of a thin line between a caring mistress and a heartless bitch. Eva had been specific in outlining Stacy’s responsibilities toward me and Stacy seemed to understand her limits. She always respected the guidelines but people change over time or maybe Stacy was becoming bored watching over the younger brother of a sorority sister. It is hard to explain but something had changed.
Saturday afternoon had been pleasant enough, with the usual chatter, beer, and snacks, and the evening starting nicely as well. Stacy had gotten me a tight, sexy, and very short royal blue dress, a padded blue bra and lace panties, and lovely matching blue heels. She did my makeup exquisitely, applied nail polish, and made sure that my wig looked natural. When we went to dinner I looked stunning even if I have to say so myself.
We went to a fun bar restaurant not far from her apartment and met up with a couple of Stacy’s new friends, two guys, and one girl, and it was then that I started to feel a bit uncomfortable with some of the comments being made. In the past, most of Stacy’s and Anna’s friends accepted me, knowing that I was a male, and if Eva was in the vicinity, no comments were ever made or would ever be tolerated. Tonight the vibe was off and it seemed that Stacy was stoking the fire.
While careless words can prove hurtful and the occasional rub on my butt was impolite, it was Stacy’s thin smile in my direction that disturbed me most. These things seemed out of character for her and almost intentionally meant to unnerve me and make me uncomfortable. I did my best to act as I normally would and doing so helped me make it through dinner without major incidents.
After we finished our meal and had some wine, the other girl suggested that we go back to Stacy’s for some privacy. She obviously had her eye on Stacy and wanted some time alone with her, but since the guys were also keen on the idea it was a near-unanimous decision. After a couple of tequila shots, the room had become very warm, and my dress felt exceptionally tight. Stacy seemed to notice my discomfort and hinted that I should remove my dress and get comfortable. The girl laughingly seconded her suggestion, and the guys were laughing as they shouted encouragement for a striptease. Strangely enough, I thought that it might be a good idea to shed some clothing and shakily began slipping out of my dress in an erotic display for the small group. Before long I was standing in the center of the room in my heels, bra, and panties, at which time the girl left with Stacy, heading towards Stacy’s bedroom.
The rest of the evening was a bit of a blur, but I woke up the next morning on the bed in Stacy’s guestroom, stark naked, with the taste of semen in my mouth and a very sore butt. I forced myself to get up and went into the bathroom, immediately getting sick, trying to purge my stomach of everything that I consumed the night before; I truly felt like crap. I wondered why I felt as I did since it was not my normal reaction to dinner and drinks.
When I had washed up and cleared my head somewhat, I grabbed a sheer robe from the closet and went to the kitchen. Stacy was leaning against the counter with her back toward the wall, holding a cup of coffee and staring blankly at the far wall, obviously deep in thought. “Well, aren’t you a sight,” she said hoarsely, “did you have a fun night? Enjoy living the dream and being treated like a real female fuck-toy?” With these words she walked out of the kitchen, leaving me standing dumbfounded.
After shaking off the initial shock of the encounter with Stacy, I prepared a coffee and took a long drink of the hot liquid. As much as I wanted to simply return to my room and pack my things, I could not let this go. Stacy was someone I considered a friend even though she was really my sister’s friend and my governess of sorts, and I cared about her. Something was wrong and it was more than the activities of the preceding night. I had to talk to her.
Taking my coffee with me, I walked to Stacy’s room and knocked gently on the closed door. “Go away,” came the muffled response.
“Stacy, please let me come in. I want to talk to you, and I won’t leave until I do,” I replied.
“Go away,” said Stacy with an audible sob.
“Stacy, I will not continue this conversation with a door between us. I am going to open the door and come inside so that we can talk properly,” I responded. There was no answer, but the sound of crying could not be overlooked even with a door closed.
Entering the room, I saw Stacy curled up under the sheet, clutching her pillow, and crying quietly. “Stacy, what’s wrong?” I asked, “Talk to me.”
“I can’t,” she responded, “It hurts too much.”
I rested my coffee cup on the night table and got behind her on the bed, holding her in a classic spoon position, and whispered, “Stacy, if it hurts you please share it to ease the pain. That’s what friends are for, what I am here for. Talk to me.”
“Oh, Jackie–Stacy’s name for me when I was dressed as a female–I am such a fool,” she said, “I allowed something to happen to someone that I care about for my own selfish ends. I betrayed them, hurt them, and watched it unfold in front of my eyes. I betrayed an oath to someone I love hoping to gain favor with people who I now realize mean nothing to me. I am so sorry.”
“Stacy, you will get through this. Nothing that you feel that you may have done is irreparable. We all make mistakes, and we learn from them. Do not be so hard on yourself,” I said.
“You do not understand,” she replied, “I did this to you. I brought everyone together last night, my new so-called friends so that they could take advantage of an unsuspecting young effeminate boy, and to please a slut who simply wanted to get into my pants for a trophy. They put something in your drink to make you shed your inhibitions and I knew it. You were used like I had been used in the past. I thought that I wanted to be part of this group but after watching how helpless you were from a distance, I was sick and ashamed but felt powerless to intervene. Jackie, I am so upset with myself that I do not know what to do. I am so sorry.”
I held her close to me while trying to decide how I felt. I knew that I was abused this morning when I woke up but I had no idea that Stacy was part of the conspiracy to make it happen. However, seeing the effect that it had on her made me feel sorrier for her than for myself. She has paid a tremendous emotional price for what she did and she will carry it with her forever.
“Who knows about this?” I asked.
“Just the five of us who were here last night,” Stacy replied while starting to cry.
“Stacy, you made a mistake, and taking your new friends out of the equation, the only people affected by your actions are you and me. If you will forgive yourself and learn from it, then I can forgive you as well. It will stay between us,” I said.
Stacy wept openly for several minutes before kissing me and saying, “Thank you.”
“Of course, mistress,” I replied.
“No, do not say that to me, you are pouring salt on an open wound. I have committed an unforgivable offense against you and betrayed an oath to someone I hold very dear, that I love. I do not deserve to be called mistress and I am ashamed,” she responded between the sobs.
“You will always be my mistress until you tell me otherwise,” I said, “What you did was a mistake and one I assume that you will never repeat…with anyone.”
“Nothing like this will ever happen again,” she replied as she took my head in her hands and kissed me deeply on the lips.
We remained close together for a few minutes and then Stacy said, “Jackie, take off your robe and come under the covers and hold me, please.”
“Of course,” I replied and did as instructed. Feeling her warm flesh against my body was arousing and holding her so close while smelling her hair was intoxicating. Stacy moved around a little, rubbing her naked butt against my semi-erect penis, obviously feeling the change in me. She pulled away slightly and reached into her night table for what I found to be K-Y Jelly, and then applied some to my now erect penis, stroking it gently in the process.
As she got back into the tight spoon we shared before, she said, “I want you to place your cock against my anus and slowly push it into me. If I scream, struggle, or beg you to stop, I want you to ignore me and keep pushing until you are fully inside me. I want you to fuck me and fuck me hard, like I am a bitch that you hate, and do not stop until you have an orgasm that makes you scream in pleasure. Stay inside me until your erection disappears and then you can withdraw. Remember, do not stop regardless of my pleas.”
“Yes, mistress, I understand but are you sure this is what you want?” I replied.
“Yes, do it,” she commanded.
I did not argue and proceeded to sodomize Stacy as she wished. She cried out as I entered her, cursed me, and then tried to struggle free as I pumped at her mercilessly, eventually begging me to stop while clawing at the sheets. Ignoring her, I held her arms and pinned her legs with mine as I forced them apart with my body. I never believed that I would take pleasure in causing pain to someone I cared for, but I did. My erection was rock-hard, and I repeatedly drove it into her as deep as I could, listening to her cry out each time. When other men took me in this manner there was some roughness involved at times and I enjoyed it. This was different, it was violent, almost brutal but it was what she wanted, and demanded.
When I finally came it was like a wave of pleasure emptied my insides and clouded my brain. I collapsed onto Stacy’s back and lay there for several minutes holding her wrists, panting, watching as she clenched and unclenched her fists and moaned through her teeth. Slowly, I loosened my grip and rolled off Stacy to lay on my back, totally drained.
Stacy stirred, rolling to one side, and looked at me directly with sadness in her eyes and hair dampened with sweat. “Stacy, are you okay?” I asked quietly.
“Yes, sore but okay. This was a first for me so losing my anal cherry was a bit dramatic and more intense than I imagined,” she replied, “but you were an obedient gentleman.”
“Why did you do this now, with me, if it was your first time?” I whispered.
“I wanted to mark the occasion and seal an obligation in a meaningful way. I will never repeat my mistake from last night or again betray a loved one for any reason. What I just did with you, will remain between us and anal sex will be reserved for you alone. Do you understand?” she said.
“Stacy, I…”
“Do you understand?”, she said again.
“Yes, but you didn’t have to do anything,” I responded.
“I know,” she said turning her back to me and curling into a tight spoon. Instinctively, I put my arms around her and held her close for a long time.
The somber mood in the bar was shattered by the sound of my cell phone vibrating on the tabletop. Quickly I picked it up and took the call from my sister’s doctor. Everything went extremely well, and Eva was starting to come around so if I wanted to, I could make a quick visit. I thanked him and said I was on my way.
Turning to the waiter, I said, “I really have to run right now but I will come back to settle the bill later tonight or tomorrow morning if that is okay.”
“Not a problem, I will be here.”
Arriving at the hospital, I hurried into Eva’s room and greeted the doctors and nurses attending her. “That was very fast, you must have been close by,” said the lead physician.
“My sister has me well-trained,” I joked.
Walking up to her bed, I held her hand and watched as her eyes slowly opened. “Renfield, I knew you would be here,” she said.
“Yes, mistress, always,” I responded.
“You seem to be a unique pair,” said one of the nurses quietly with a smile as she heard the exchange between us.
I turned at the sound of someone entering the room and saw Stacy and Anna as they arrived. Stacy walked over, grabbed the side of my neck, and kissed my cheek, before continuing over to kiss Eva on the lips. “My love,” she whispered. Eva smiled in response and a small tear slid down her cheek.
Anna rubbed my shoulder and kissed my cheek, whispering, “Hey, sweetie,” and went to kiss Eva’s hand.
After a few minutes of quiet talk, the doctor interrupted saying that he did not want to tire Eva and asked that we come back tomorrow. He assured us that things will be better then so reluctantly we agreed and said our goodbyes. We agreed to meet for breakfast, and I went back to the bar to settle my tab while Stacy and Anna went off to their hotel, walking arm-in-arm as they left.
The lounge was empty when I arrived but the waiter was still on duty as he had promised. “Welcome back,” he said with a smile.
“Thank you. My name is Jacob by the way, friends call me Jake,” I replied.
“I’m Michael, and my friends call me Michael. Would you like a nightcap since you are here already, Jake?” he said.
“That would be nice if you would join me. I have had enough of solitary drinking for one night,” I replied.
“I am getting ready to close so I guess I am technically off duty and it would be my pleasure,” he commented with a smile.
“Perfect, put it on my tab,” I joked.
“Already did, sir,” and we laughed together.
One drink became two and Michael returned to my hotel with me to spend the night. It was not the best sex that I ever had but we were both a little nervous and slightly inebriated, so we cut each other some slack.
Michael walked to the restaurant with me for breakfast in the morning although he would not be able to join us. When I introduced Stacy, she looked him in the eye with one of her deep, penetrating stares and gave me a slight smile and nod before returning to her conversation with Anna. “A bit intense, isn’t she?” Michael whispered as he turned to leave.
“She is one of those ‘very special’ people,” I replied with a laugh as we parted, “a bit like a loveable pit bull,” and kissed him as we separated.
I stopped to kiss Stacy on the neck as I walked back to the table and whispered in her ear, “You are one in a million my dear, and I love you for it, but I do not need this much protection anymore.”
“Fuck you,” came the whispered response before the laugh.
Anna chimed in, “Not every life form is an existential threat, bitch.”
“Fuck you, too,” replied Stacy, “I get cranky when I’m hungry.”
Time passed quickly and it was not long before Eva was out of the hospital and back to work after a period of recuperation at home. I made it a point to stay in touch with her more often, keeping her company on weekends when she did not have other plans, and these visits were like old times for us. I came to realize that I could not imagine a time without her in my life.
Stacy and Anna spent more time with her as well, each for their own reasons but the effect on her demeanor was noticeable. Stacy was the perfect partner, caring and dedicated, always vigilant, but with a lively spirit who lit up the room. Anna fit beautifully between the two, someone who shunned attention but obviously loved them both very much. She had her own life which she shared with a pleasant professional guy, but she always made time for her girls as she collectively called us. A close-knit family of sorts emerged from Eva’s collection of souls.
Eva answered the door when I rang the bell at our parent’s house which now belonged to Eva and me and hurled herself into my arms. “Renfield, I have missed you,” she cried, “you haven’t visited me in forever, you naughty boy.”
“Eva, I saw you three weeks ago for dinner and an impromptu night of clubbing that I have yet to recover from,” I replied.
“Manners, Renfield, don’t forget where you are,” she said with her special sultry, dark tone.
“Yes, mistress, I forgot,” I said with a laugh. “Now, may I enter your lair?”
“Do come in, insolent bitch,” she snarled, but quickly added, “I really have missed you.”
As I walked in, Stacy came from the kitchen to greet me. “The ensemble is now complete,” she said with a laugh before hugging me and kissing me warmly on the lips. “It is so nice to see you again, my dearest.”
“It is always a pleasure, mistress,” I responded while holding her close for a quick minute. Looking around, I added, “Someone is missing.”
“The bitch is sunning her boobs by the pool if you must know. I really don’t know what you like about her,” said Stacy with a smile as she turned to go back to the kitchen. “Drinks anyone?”
“I think Anna said the same about you,” commented Eva as she walked past me heading toward the pool, before continuing, “Yes, tart, drinks all around, and be quick about it. Renfield, join me.”
We walked out onto the patio and Anna raised her head from the lounge chair to acknowledge our entry. She was topless as Stacy had indicated, looking lovely, wearing a skimpy thong bikini bottom, sunglasses, with skin glistening with tanning lotion. “Hello, my darling,” she said with a bright smile while looking in my direction.
“Hi Anna,” I replied giving a slight wave as well, “You’re looking gorgeous as usual.”
“As do you, my sweet,” she responded, “clearly, we work at it unlike other people around here.” She went on, “Get out of those clothes and come join me. There is an extra pair of bottoms in my bag that would probably look wonderful on you, and we can have a swim together.”
“In a few minutes,” I replied, “I want to chat with Eva first.”
Sitting in a shady spot under a large umbrella, Eva and I caught up on things in general and she confided how wonderful it felt to be home surrounded by people that meant the most to her. Being sick for several weeks, having emergency surgery, and the recuperation time it required was draining and unsettling. Eva worked hard at the firm that employed her and was on the fast track to making partner, and these unforeseen difficulties were interfering with her plans. She wanted to relax and not worry about how she was perceived by others, she wanted to forget politics momentarily, laugh at silly things and, essentially, be a kid again. I understood her desires and was supportive of her choice to be home again.
Stacy came over to us with a tray of margaritas that looked exquisite, condensation running down the glasses like an advertisement, and we eagerly grabbed at them.
“Waitress!” came the shout from Anna’s direction which brought laughter from everyone.
“Fucking bitch,” was Stacy’s quiet reply accompanied by a broad smile to be followed by, “Yes, mademoiselle, I’m on my way.”
“Go for a swim, Jake, I will take out my whip to keep the lions in check,” said Eva between sips of her drink.
I quickly went to my room and grabbed a pair of black bikini bottoms that looked particularly sexy on me and headed back to the pool. Stacy saw me on the way out and said, “Wow! You are looking really hot today. If I wasn’t taken I would turn you every way but loose.”
“You couldn’t handle it, deary,” I said with a quick shoulder shrug, and continued on my way.
Anna looked up, pushed her sunglasses down on her nose, and commented, “My, my, what have we here? I have to get into the water ’cause it’s way too hot out here.” With that, she rose from her lounge chair and dove into the pool.
“Ah, my slutty sister emerges from her room,” said Eva, “I have missed you, my dear.”
“And I am happy to be back with my family,” I replied with a smile. “I love you guys and want this weekend to last all year long.” I ran to the pool and jumped in Anna’s direction.
When I came to the surface Anna was already next to me and she gave me a hug and a kiss. “Jackie, baby, I missed you. It’s so nice to see you again, it’s been too long.”
“I’ve missed you, too, my dear,” I said as I pulled her close, feeling her naked breasts push against my smooth chest.
“Yes, I see that,” she replied laughing, having felt the bulge in my bikini, and then proceeded to rub her boobs across my chest even more.
The rest of the afternoon was wonderful, like old times during college days. Stacy made some great snacks and the margaritas kept flowing. Eva and Stacy joined us in the pool and before long topless swimming turned into totally nude skinny dipping with chicken fights and volleyball. It was a day that rivaled the best uninhibited days in college. When we tired ourselves out in the pool, we rested on lounge chairs listening to music and soaking up the sun. As the sun started sinking in the sky we decided to head inside to shower and get changed before dinner. We agreed to meet at 8:00 pm for drinks and Eva announced that she had a 9:00 pm reservation in one of our favorite haunts so that Stacy could have some downtime after looking after everyone all afternoon.
When I got to my room, I saw that the beautiful blue dress that Stacy bought for me a couple of years ago was hanging on my closet door. There was also a fancy box that held beautiful lingerie and matching blue heels. A note on the dress read: “I hope that this will still fit you since Stacy said that you looked absolutely divine in it not all that long ago. Please wear it to dinner for me. If you need help with anything just let me know. Love, Eva.”
I was taken aback seeing the dress and reading the note. I deliberately left the dress in Stacy’s apartment after the eventful weekend that we shared and I thought that it was gone forever. Stacy must have kept it as a reminder and now my sister was telling me to wear it again, but why? My stomach felt slightly nervous at the thought. Reluctantly, I walked down to the kitchen to see if Stacy was there and luckily she was, loading the dishwasher. I walked up behind her and asked, “Did you put the blue dress in my room?”
“Yes,” she said, “Eva wrote the note and asked me to hang the dress on your closet door. I am sorry if this rekindles bad memories for you. It does for me but I could not simply get rid of it. You were beautiful in it and I like the memory of our morning together when I see it.”
“That is a wonderful memory for me as well, but I want to know what Eva is planning to do. She always has reasons for everything, and I am sure that there is more to this than meets the eye. What exactly did she say?” I asked.
“When she first saw the dress, she asked me about it and I told her that it was yours, a gift from me when you came for a visit. Naturally, she inquired why you didn’t take it with you because it was so lovely and she knew that you would not readily part for such a beautiful dress. I started to stammer, searching for words, and could not hold back the tears. She held me saying that she would ask you since you must have had a reason and obviously, whatever it was, it was very upsetting to me.” At this point, Stacy’s lip started quivering so I hugged her and told her not to be upset.
When she managed to pull herself together, she offered help with makeup but I told her that I could manage on my own since I had gotten better at applying it. I told her that I would see her for drinks and asked that she tell me if my hair didn’t look right as I did not want to embarrass myself or anyone else. She laughed and said, “Of course, my dear.”
The dress fit beautifully and once I assembled myself, I looked very presentable. I hoped that Eva would find me so attractive that she would forget about the dress but I knew that that would never happen. I was the last of our little group to arrive for drinks and Eva was the first to see me and comment, “My God, Jackie, you are a knockout. I wonder how we can be related.”
“My dear, you are gorgeous,” added Stacy.
“I hate you, bitch,” came from Anna.
We sat around a coffee table on the patio and Stacy poured Bourbon Old Fashions from a pitcher into elegant short crystal glasses. Eva had waited long enough to be polite and then spoke her mind, “Renfield, you must tell me about your lovely dress.” The tone had been set.
“Oh, this ol’ thing,” I said with a laugh, trying to skirt the issue.
“Why, yes, dahling, that ol’ thing,” she replied.
“Well, it was a gift from an old friend when we went on a double date almost two years ago,” I said. “We had a great time and in the haste of packing the next day, I left it behind. It is so nice that you remembered to return it. Thank you, Stacy.”
“Then why would the sight of it bring Stacy to tears almost two years later?” Eva countered, “She was watching out for you in my absence and I sense that there is more to this story and I would like to know what it is.”
“She’s very nostalgic, you know,” I said, trying to make a joke but no one laughed.
“Eva, I told you that I met a girl back then and it’s no secret that the slut and I had a one-night stand. Jackie went out with me one evening…” said Stacy before Eva cut her off.
“Dear, I asked Jackie so please let her answer for herself,” responded Eva curtly.
“Stacy and I went on a double date, kind of a group date to be precise,” I said. “There was a girl named Jasmine who was enamored with Stacy as she said and she set up a dinner for five of us as a cover to entice Stacy into a romantic evening I believe. There were two college guys, Stacy, Jasmine, and me. We went to dinner, had some wine, and then went back to Stacy’s apartment for a nightcap. Jasmine had been working on Stacy and from what I could tell, Stacy was very lonely, missing you terribly, and in a moment of weakness, gave in to her advances. I am sure that Stacy regrets that choice but you were living apart, not in a formal relationship, and she probably wanted to feel the warmth and affection of another person for a couple of hours.”
“And you, Renfield? Were you also lonely that night?” Eva responded.
I could now see where this was going, and I was getting angry at my sister for doubting Stacy’s feelings for her and my family loyalty. “In all candor, yes. I was lonely and horny, but there were two good-looking college boys in the same room with me,” I replied. “Before the night was over, I had what I wanted with no remorse,” sarcastically adding, “and I don’t believe that they complained either judging from my aching butt and the taste in my mouth the next day.”
“Why did you leave the dress behind?” said Eva, “You do not simply forget things.”
“I kept it on purpose,” said Stacy angrily. “I wanted to remember my moment of weakness when I let a sexy slut take my mind off the woman I love. It happened, I cannot take it back and I am sorry that I did what I did.”
“Renfield, are you saying that I should believe what Stacy is saying, what you are saying, even though I think that something is being withheld from me? Are you telling me that I should erase all doubt from my mind and trust what I am being told rather than my instincts?” said Eva while staring directly at me.
“Yes, I am! Stacy loves you, probably more than you realize,” I replied without hesitation.
“Would you trust her in light of this, Jackie, if you were in my position?” questioned Eva, her legal training coming out.
“I would trust her with my life, mistress, now and always,” I said while our eyes locked.
Eva was quiet for a couple of minutes before speaking again. “Very well, my dearest, I accept that you forgot your beautiful dress, but you now have it back. All’s well that ends well, n’est pas?”
“Yes, from my perspective, but there was never a question in my mind, Eva,” I said. “You were the one who raised unnecessary questions and if I were Stacy I would be terribly hurt and disappointed. She was one of your dearest friends when you asked for her help watching over my wellbeing and now you act like she is some acquaintance you could not trust to be alone in the presence of the family silverware. Love is a two-way street, Eva, you know that.”
Silence encapsulated the patio. Eva sat with her eyes uncharacteristically lowered while her fingers traced the rim of her glass. “Jacob, you are right and I behaved foolishly. I could make excuses but they would be hollow so I will not try to justify what I have said. You, my dear sweet brother, sitting here looking like a million dollars in an incredible dress that takes my breath away, deserve better than what I have given you,” said Eva quietly while trying to inject some light humor into a difficult, formal conversation.
“I have loved you my entire life,” she said, “but in my serious moments growing up, I realized that we are destined to be apart at some point. I wanted to provide you with a safety net when I left for law school and asked my closest friends for their help. It was not a request that I made lightly and they knew it, but they never hesitated in agreeing to participate or wavered in their dedication to you, and to me. Relationships like this come once in a lifetime if they ever come at all; I was extremely fortunate to have two.
“My illness scared me. It made me realize the frailty of life and how much I needed certain people, you in particular, Jacob. If anything ever happened to you I am not sure how I would cope and dark thoughts seeped into my mind. Had I done enough to protect you? Were you in fact being protected? I dissected my decisions, questioned myself, and questioned the loyalty and commitment of those around me. I now see that that was unnecessary and thank you for helping me see the light.
“Stacy, my love, I owe you an apology for all that I have said and done, for taking you for granted, for not loving you enough. I hope that I can make it up to you somehow, someday. I love you so much that my heart is bursting as I sit here and having you in my life has been a blessing.”
Stacy’s tears rolled down her cheek as Eva reached into her jacket pocket and withdrew a small black box. Opening it Eva exposed a lovely round diamond that glittered like a star. Walking over to Stacy, Eva said, “Stacy, I do not deserve you but, if you will have me, I would like to spend the rest of my life with you as my wife. Will you marry me and put up with more of my nonsense for as long as I inhabit this world?”
Stacy jumped to her feet and grabbed Eva by the sides of her head with both hands, shouting “Yes, yes, you fucking bitch, yes. I love you and have been hoping this day would come from the first day I saw you in college.” And then the tears really started. Stacy, Eva, Anna, and me, everyone crying tears of joy and hugging the happy couple.
Anna went into the kitchen and came back with a bottle of champagne and four glasses so that the celebration could start in earnest. As she filled the glasses Anna commented to Eva, “After all that she has done to you, to us, I still think that she gets off too easily and deserves the strap.”
“That’s your answer to everything, Anna, but we will talk about it later when there are fewer people around,” replied Eva in a serious tone while looking into her eyes.
“Promises, my love, always promises,” came the response accompanied by a slight smile.