10 comments/ 87210 views/ 30 favorites RMC: Summers Past By: BenLong "Is this my darling baby sister?" It wasn't the way I'd normally answer the phone, but with the wonders of modern electronics, we often don't need to just say "hello" anymore. I'd seen the last name on the caller ID, and the chances that it was anyone but her were slim. If Bug had been in town, I might have thought otherwise but, knowing she was already back at the university, I knew it couldn't be. "That's an interesting way to answer the phone," my youngest sister Gayle responded. "And what if it hadn't been me?" "Well then, I'd just tell them I'd been thinking about my baby sister and was expecting her to call." I didn't say what I'd been expecting her to call about -- but we both knew this call was coming. Although Gayle was six years younger than I was, she and I had always been close in a big brother-little sister kind of way. When we were growing up she was enough younger than me that I'd always fondly called her "baby sister." I was in elementary school when she was born and I'd literally helped change her diapers. Later on, when I was in high school, I was often left in charge as the babysitter when our parents went out for the evening. She was far enough behind me that we never actually went to school together but we had a connection that was beyond just being siblings. There were times when she'd been in trouble and I had known it before she called me. There were times when she called me, or I called her, where when the phone rang -- even before caller ID -- it had not been a surprise when I answered. It had made it so I could never lie to her, she just always knew. Call it ESP or whatever you want; we'd always had an unexplainable bond. We both knew we had some talking to do. Although we'd reached an understanding about what was happening during our ski vacation -- there was no doubt that we would talk again. Now there was a slight pause from the meaningless banter of saying hello and confirming who was unseen on the other end of the telephone line before she started on what she'd called for. "I, uh, just wanted to call and apologize." "For what?" "For slapping you. For jumping to conclusions. For assuming the worst. For transferring my problem to you." "It's not a big deal Gayle." "But it was. I accused you. Despite that all the evidence said otherwise, I wanted to assume that you, my hunky older brother who could have charmed the panties off of any of my girlfriends when we were younger, had finally done it. I didn't want to believe that my baby girl might not be a baby anymore." I laughed. "I could WHAT? Did you say I could have charmed the panties off your girlfriends?" She giggled. "Yeah, I did. And you could have. Back when you came back from the Marines -- didn't you wonder why all my girlfriends always wanted to hang out at our house? They all thought you were so good looking, such a hunk." I tried to visualize her old girlfriends but truthfully after umpteen years, except to vaguely remember that she'd had some cute girlfriends, I couldn't remember them. I'd never had a relationship with any of them other than to know they were my much younger sister's friends. "I was always a bit jealous - afraid you'd hook up with them and take them from me." "Hmm." I paused, thinking back, but couldn't even put a face to memories. "Truthfully Gayle -- I can't even remember any of your girlfriends." "You don't remember Shirley McMarten? Red head with the big boobs?" As soon as she said the name the image popped into my head: cute red-head with lots of freckles and a penchant for low cut blouses -- and lots and lots of boob showing. I hadn't thought about her in years but as soon as I did it all came flooding back. "Oh my god," I laughed, "how could I have forgotten her?" "I wondered. She always did have the hots for you. She always used to say all you'd have to use to charm her out of her panties was just a smile." "Now that you're making up," I laughed. "No, it's the truth." Even as she said it I knew it was the truth. Just as I couldn't lie to her -- she also couldn't lie to me. "I always wondered when you would make a play for one of my friends; we all thought you were hot." Thinking back I wondered why I hadn't made a pass at her friends myself, and then realized the answer. I had a few dates with girls I'd known that were still single when I got back from the Marines, and then I met Debs. If it hadn't been for her, I probably would have." "I was always afraid you were going to hook up with one of my friends. Until you and Debs got together I was always leery whenever they were around; I had a permanent mad in the background always waiting for you, but it never happened. And then when I realized what had to be happening between you and Bug, it scared me. All those years she had such a special bond with you, more than anyone in the family. I assumed the worst - this was something that had been going on for year's right under our noses and we'd never seen it." I was quiet for a moment, thinking, before answering. "So you thought maybe I was a child molester?" Now it was her turn to be silent. "Nooo... I mean...yeah, I did -- but I knew that wasn't you. I had to be wrong, but yet...." She didn't continue for several seconds. "I'm sorry Jim." "It's OK, Gayle. I understand." "I talked with Bug, too. I apologized and told her I understood there were things about her life that were none of my business." "As if that could ever happen," I laughed quietly. "I knew you'd know as soon as you joined us. I told her before you guys got there that you'd know -- I've never been able to lie with you around." "It didn't hurt that I had almost two days of thinking about what she had in her bag.' "Why?" I teased, "Is that because you had the same thing in yours?" Gayle giggled in response. "Touche! I guess I asked for that." "I've got to admit that one caught me a bit by surprise, you and Judy and Gary and Fred..." I was curious, but didn't really want to pry if she didn't volunteer. "Bug wasn't surprised." "What did she say?" "Just that the four of you have always come up with an excuse to share a room when you're on vacation. She said she has seen in your bag before and -- how did she say it? -- she was pretty sure whose bed you were sleeping in?" "Oh my God. I guess we're not as good at keeping secrets from our kids as we think we are." "Yeah -- we all delude ourselves. We thought we were keeping it from our kids too but our friend's daughter figured it out and I wouldn't be surprised if our boys had also." "What?" Gayle's voice sounded confused. "Your friend's daughter figured what out?" I didn't answer immediately. It didn't bother me but I knew she'd figure it herself soon enough. "Are you saying... you and Debs..." "Yeah, we did. We, um... had some good friends... really good friends." I suppose I could have left it at that but, with Debs gone, with Bugs and my relationship having changed, my sister's and my relationship had also changed. I'd never lied to Gayle about my love life; it had just never been a conversation that had needed to take place. Now, I gave her the short version of Debs and my and a few close friend's history - primarily with Jenny and Bill. "So what about you guys? Gary and Fred and Judy -- how'd that all happen?" It was quiet for a moment before she answered. "Would you believe it was an accident?" "I'm not sure. I guess if you say so." I really wanted to ask, but didn't have to. "It was the year after we got married, back when we were living in San Francisco. When we met Gary's girlfriend, Judy, she and I hit it off immediately - almost like we were sisters. I'd made a few friends, but most of my friends were still down south, so Judy and I started doing things together. Gary and Fred started talking about wanting to go on a fishing trip to the Sierras like they had in High School so we all decided "why not?" We all wanted to go. The boys thought they had a tent that was large enough but when it was four of us -- well it really wasn't big enough, but we managed, at least for the first two nights. Fred and I were newlyweds, so at that time we were still into sex morning, noon, and night and twice as often on weekends. Gary and Judy were still dating; she was officially living with a girlfriend, but she spent as much time at Gary's as she did at her home. But still -- they were normally pretty active sexually, too. All four of us were in this tent barely big enough for two of us. Well, maybe three, but as it was -- if all four of us were lying on our backs we were shoulder to shoulder and it was really tight. When I snuggled up to Fred and Judy did to Gary then at least everybody wasn't touching, but it was too hot to snuggle like that all night. And with them being so close, we sure weren't doing anything, at least for those first nights. After the first couple of days we were all horny but we weren't admitting it in front of each other. Fred started becoming all hands whenever Gary and Judy weren't right there and I saw them playing grab ass a couple of times during the day too. Late in the day Fred said that we needed to find a way to get alone or he was going to explode, and truthfully I was feeling the same way except that I also felt really grungy. We hadn't had a bath in three full days so I really needed to wash up before we got that far. When I was alone with Judy I told her that we'd take a walk and leave her and Gary alone for a while if they'd do the same for us -- but I really needed a bath before then. She laughed and said that Gary had told her if they didn't get some time alone tonight that they were going to do it even if we were there. I laughed and told her that I didn't have a problem with that I just didn't know if Fred would be up for that or not." "This was after you'd been with Aunt Phyllis and Uncle Will?" I interrupted. "Yeah -- that was before Fred, like two years before that." She paused; I could tell she was thinking about what to say. "I'll admit it - I was a wild child during college. Quite the party girl, at least until I met Fred." Hmm. I had a hard time visualizing Gayle as a party girl, but having been away in the Marines, and then hooking up with Debs immediately when I got back, I really wasn't around that much in her later teenage years. When she went to college, Debs and I had already married so I didn't see her really except for holidays. "So how did this "accident" happen?" "Well, once Judy and I realized we were both on the same wavelength as far as getting laid -- we decided to go see if we could take a bath while the boys were fishing. Judy and I took our towels and clothes and headed downstream from where they were fishing until we found a secluded little spot deep enough to practically swim in. We were far enough away from the campground; we just got naked and climbed into the stream. Judy was a bit bashful to begin with, but once we got into the water she was ok. The water was frightfully cold, at least in comparison to the heat of the day, but at least we got rid of the grunge factor. By the time we got done it was late afternoon. What we didn't realize until we got back to camp was that a large thunderstorm was rolling in. We hadn't much more than got back and it started sprinkling, and a few minutes later it really let go. Judy and I were in the tent when the guys came running up, absolutely drenched. We made them take their clothes off, at least down to their skivvies, but they were soaked through. Supposedly I was looking the other way, but Gary was facing away from me when he changed his boxers and I saw him butt naked from the backside. Fred was doing the same and I saw Judy looking too. We ended up having to cook dinner in the tent to stay out of the rain. The heavy downpour turned into a steady rain so we were stuck inside the tent until after sundown. All our plans of going for a walk and leaving the other couple alone just went away. We'd all had a couple of beers with dinner, and after a while, we all had to take a pee. Judy and I ran down through the rain to the bathroom, getting absolutely soaked doing so, but Fred and Gary just stepped out and peed into the bushes and were back in seconds. We needed to change to dry clothes, and getting into the evening, we just decided to put on our comfies. The boys didn't want to wait outside in the rain, so we made them turn around, but they did with a little persuasion. Of course the boys liked that, without our bras on, they became all hands pretty quickly. We finally agreed we just needed to turn the light out and go to bed and see what happened. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that we were going to have sex -- we were all horny as could be. Fred had a hard on that wasn't going away and from the actions of Judy and Gary, Gary did too. No sooner did we have the light out and under the covers than Fred was trying to take my shirt off. At first I tried to slow him down, but suddenly we were hit by a flying shirt -- Gary had already gotten Judy's off and thrown it at us. I yelled at them, well, more like talked a bit loud, and said "Hey! Are you guys doing it or something?" I heard an "ohh" from Judy and then she said "Hell yes!" We all ended up laughing, and suddenly anything was fair game. Fred got my shirt off and threw it at Gary and Judy which made them laugh. I got my panties off and pulled him to me, and pretty soon we were all naked and going at it. I found out later that although they were brothers, Fred and Gary had never played around before with the other brother around. Judy had - she told me she'd double dated a few times where they ended up parking and both couples had sex. With all of us just a foot or so apart, there was no hiding what was happening. It was pitch black, we couldn't see a thing, but we could hear them and they could hear us -- we all knew what was happening. The rain quit before morning and Gary and Fred were up and out, just as it was beginning to get light, leaving Judy and me alone. We slept in until the sun hit the tent and it began to get too hot. I was on the sunny side, under the sheet, but eventually I guess I just threw the sheet off too. When I finally opened my eyes, Judy was lying on her side looking at me. I was sort of waking up, didn't even realize I was still naked and almost totally exposed. She said "Gary thinks you've got fantastic boobs, and I can see why." That opened it up; we talked about how much fun and hot it was to have been so close together and having sex. I asked her if she and Gary had played around, they hadn't, and she asked if we had. I told her that Fred hadn't, at least not with me, that we both had fantasies, but I'd done some pretty wild things before. When she asked for more specifics, I just told her. I told her I'd had a girlfriend even before I ever had boyfriends, how my girlfriend and I had been lovers, that we also liked boys, that we had swapped with our boyfriends, I told her I'd also had some threesomes, that I'd been part of a swingers group. She said she hadn't done anything like that, just that she and her boyfriend had sex in the front seat while her girlfriend and her date had sex in the backseat. Anyway, we got up and dressed. We began to clean up the tent, trying to chase down our clothes from the night before and admitted to each other we didn't wear nightclothes to bed at home. When I asked her if they were going to have sex tonight also, she said "Of course," and I said why don't we just go to bed naked then? She answered "I will if you will." "That's ok by me." "Ok, but we've got to get the lights off first or Gary will never take his eyes off you." "As if you've got anything to worry about," I answered. "I thought she was about your size?" I interrupted. "She is now but she was just a medium B cup back then. She got bigger later, and after kids -- we've been wearing each other's clothes for years." "Anyway -- the night before with us cooking and staying inside because of the rain, we'd pretty much destroyed the tent. Clothes were everywhere, some of them still wet. We unpacked everything and hung stuff up to dry, and rearranged the tent. Initially we'd set the tent up with the mattresses lengthwise, so we could each climb in without climbing over the other. The tent was actually a bit longer than it was wide, and we found if we turned them sideways, we actually had more room -- it's just that whoever was in the back would have to crawl over the other couple. We decided that was better -- at least we wouldn't be rolling over and bumping into each other all night, so we moved Fred's and my mattress to the back. The day was much cooler than what it had been, and although it got cloudy we didn't have another rainstorm. When it got time for bed, Judy stood up and told them -- "Ok, boys -- we decided we're sleeping naked tonight -- so no lights in the tent. If you need something, go in and get it now." We all brushed our teeth and then we told the boys to wait a minute until we'd gotten into bed. They barely gave us time to get undressed in the dark before they were opening the tent flap and coming in. We'd told them they had to take shoes off outside, I don't know how much they actually took off as I still hadn't gotten into bed and we'd turned the light off when Fred's hand found my leg and slipped up confirming that I was already naked. Our mattress was closest to the back wall although I hadn't yet crawled onto it, I was still mostly on the right side of Gary and Judy's mattress where theirs had been the night before. His other hand found my other leg, and without saying a thing suddenly he was kissing my feet, up my legs -- and I knew where he was going. I took his hand and pulled him with me and he just followed along until we'd turned 90 degrees and we were on the back mattress. He was on his knees, and grabbed my legs, lifting until I was on my neck and shoulders and my legs were over his shoulders, his tongue going to town on me. Fred had never done anything like this before, it caught me by surprise, but it was fun and I wasn't complaining. It sounded like Judy was giving Gary a blow job, we were all making those little pleasure sounds we do -- but I don't think any of us had said or done anything up to then that would have indicated exactly who was who. Suddenly there was this grunt from Judy and she said "Oh my God, Gary, that's so good!" I think it took a couple of second for what she'd said to penetrate to the guys minds -- but almost simultaneously they both quit what they were doing. Fred suddenly pulled away, and a second later - his hands found my boobs. I don't know whether they just hadn't noticed that we'd rearranged the bed or what, but suddenly they both realized they were with the wrong woman. Fred, between my legs, suddenly became Gary when he said "Gayle?" Judy admitted as "Gary" was climbing in, she'd reached for him and inadvertently found his cock, and just began sucking him off even before he'd gotten down onto his knees. When he flipped Judy up onto her side, one leg between his legs and the other behind his back, a favorite position of ours, he had just slipped into her. Judy said she'd never done that position before, but Fred really likes it as he has free access to our clits and we can often come together. He'd just thumbed her clit for the first time, which is what made her call out Gary's name and tell him it was so good. "Judy? Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I thought you were Gayle!" "I don't care, just don't stop what you're doing," Judy responded. She told me later he'd started pulling out, but she'd grabbed him and held him in place. Fred said later that he'd thought it funny when I hadn't tasted quite the same as Judy normally did but really didn't think anything of it until she'd spoken. He'd known for sure as soon as he touched my breasts that I wasn't her. RMC: Summers Past I think I figured out exactly what happened first. Gary and I hadn't ever played around with others, but I knew what some of his fantasies were. I'd told him about my past, but although he admitted that the thought of sharing with others was exciting, he hadn't really come to grips with sex and love being two different things. We'd talked multiple times about what we'd do if the situation arose for swapping so had at least discussed it, but Fred and Judy hadn't. I just said "It's OK with Gary and me, are you OK with this Fred?" "Judy? Are you ok?" "'God yes!' And that was it." "So you've actually been swapping with them since before they were married?" I asked when it was obvious she was done with her tale. "We never really talk about it as 'swapping,' it's just that we share each other." Neither of us said anything for a moment before Gayle said "Well?" "Well what?" I asked in return. Her voice had a touch of tension to it but I wasn't sure exactly what she wanted. "You don't think badly of me? Of us?" Ah -- that's what. "Why does it matter?" She didn't say anything; I was about to ask again when she finally answered. "Because you're my hero. You've been my hero all my life, my idol. Do you remember back when I was really little, how I'd climb into your lap, just the way Bug did years later? I thought about it for a moment, but it was too far back -- it apparently didn't mean as much to me as when Bug was a kid, or perhaps she was just so much like her mom I couldn't remember the difference. "No. Maybe vaguely, but not really." "I do. It was just the way Bug did later, and I used to remember what it had been like to be small, cuddling up in my big brothers lap. You always cuddled so good...." She paused; I could hear the memories in her mind. "I never wanted to disappoint you, and admittedly everything I've ever done in my life isn't exactly what mom and dad would have approved of. Until this happened with Bug, I just sort of assumed you'd be like them." "So you hid it from them and me? Whatever you thought we wouldn't agree with?" "I never lied about anything; I just didn't share things with them that I knew we wouldn't see eye to eye on." "Or with me?" "Or with you." "So why now?" She didn't say anything for seconds which, when talking on the phone, seems like hours. It's why it's always an effective method to get people to say more, get them on the phone, don't say anything and just wait. "You know when I told you my girlfriends all thought you were a hottie and wanted to seduce you?" "Uh-huh" "Well it wasn't just them. This time my quiet wasn't from enticing Gayle to say more, it was from absorbing what she'd told me. My sister was saying that she had the hots for me, my sister found out about my affair with her daughter, and now was telling me about her life and that she'd had a crush on me forever... it suddenly made sense. "You were jealous. " Her silence confirmed everything. "Is that why you were always a little standoffish with Deb and me?" "I guess. Even after you were married, I was a little jealous. She took you away from me." "Debs always thought you just didn't like her." "I liked Debs. I liked you too. It just hurt to know she was getting you, I guess I was always a little jealous of her." I thought back to our youth. Gayle had been in Junior High school when I tried college the first time. I went into the military, she was about to graduate when I got home. I'd thought of her as a little girl when I left, and I'd been hooked by Debs almost immediately when I did come back. I'd never had a chance to notice Gayle was growing into a woman. Not that I would have allowed myself to be attracted to her, she was my sister after all, but I didn't even remember her as a woman back in those early days -- just as a little sister. "So when did you start getting this attraction?" "Umm, even when I was really little, you were always so big, so handsome." Something about the way she ended the sentence.... "But?" I could almost hear her chewing on her lip before she continued. "There was this one Saturday, everyone was gone. My girlfriend Amy and I were the only ones home. You always had football practice in the morning and in the afternoons you mowed lawns, so we weren't expecting you or anyone else." "Uh-huh. And...?" "We'd been playing around together and decided we'd see if we could find your magazines." "Playing together?" I didn't know why I wanted her to say it, just something about the euphemism. She could have been saying they were playing with dolls or jacks or Monopoly -- but I knew what she meant. I'd interrupted, she didn't answer immediately -- I imagined she was thinking of how to rephrase. "We... we'd been having sex. OK? We wanted to imagine boys and doing it with them and figured you might have something in your magazines." An image of my room popped into my head. Back in the days before the age of computers and CD's and DVD's -- us horny guys relied on Playboy and Penthouse magazines and other, less mainstream, printed matter that could be found behind the counters at certain establishments. I thought I'd always kept my stash secret. "My magazines? How'd you know about my magazines?" "Oh come on -- you're a guy, of course you did!" I thought about it for a moment - nah, there must be something else. "Come on, Gayle -- how'd you know?" She giggled on the other end of the phone. "Amy's next door neighbor -- remember him, your friend Jeff?" I did, and suddenly I remembered. He'd dated Amy's older sister for quite a while. He also happened to be the one that had turned me on to where to get my self-satisfaction materials. "That dog! I can't believe he spilled the beans." Jeff hadn't so much as crossed my mind in years, our paths never crossed more than once or twice after I went into the Marines, but I was still indignant that he'd told someone about my secret. And she still hadn't told me how she'd found them. "Ok, so you knew I had something -- but how'd you find them?" "You showed us." "What? I showed you? I don't understand." "Well -- you kind of didn't know we were there." "You were where? Come on Gayle, what are you talking about?" "It was that Saturday. You weren't supposed to come home, but Amy and I wanted to see what you had. We went into your room, and were looking everywhere, but couldn't find anything. When we heard you coming in the front door, it was too late for us to get out without you seeing us, so we ducked into your closet." No sooner has she said "Saturday" than I knew how this story was going to end. I remembered Saturday afternoons when nobody was home and what I did. I imagined the two of them climbing into my closet, wondering how they got in without making any noise, pulling the door closed behind them so I wouldn't have known they were there. The closet in my room had two slatted French doors that didn't allow anyone in the room to look into the closet, but anyone inside could look out through the slats and see everything. Many was the time when Mom had come looking for me, stepped into my room thinking I was there and left again after not finding me -- and I'd watched her come and go as I was in the closet standing quietly. I was well aware of how standing in the closet they would have been able to see me and the entire room, and I wouldn't have known they were there unless they'd made a noise. "I think you thought you were the only one home, you didn't even close your bedroom door. You just came in and went straight to your dresser. You moved the couple of things off the top, pulled it out from the wall and leaned it back until it was resting against the wall, and then we watched you pull out your stash." I didn't have to hear the rest -- I already knew. I thought I'd always been careful to hide my porn stash when anyone was in the house, but many was the time that I'd come home when no one was there and done exactly as she'd just described. I suppose I'd had the same dilemma as any other teen boy. I hadn't wanted it to be where my mom or dad might find it, but yet I'd wanted it close and fairly easy to get to for those moments when I was alone. When I'd realized there was a practically secret compartment under the dresser, it seemed to be the perfect hiding place. Too big for one person to move the dresser much, even if it was moved out for cleaning it was kept level and my box moved with it. It was only if you lifted the dresser completely, or as in my way of doing it, leaned it back against the wall, that the little hidden space below was exposed. I always locked the front door so nobody could just walk into the house and left the bedroom door open so I could hear if anyone arrived home before I was done. I would then dig out my stash, leaving the dresser canted for rapid replacement if need be, stripped off my clothes and beat off. "Did you enjoy the show?" I asked, saving her from having to tell me. "We hadn't intended to be there." "I know. Shit happens." Memories flooded back through my mind -- and suddenly little things that I remembered made sense. I always put my stuff back in the same order, but once I'd found two magazines reversed. Another time, the box wasn't quite in the same location as I always put it, just slightly off, but both of those memories flooded back like they were yesterday. "You used to look at my porn, didn't you?" "Uh-huh," She giggled, "But we'd much rather have watched you." ""I'll bet you would have." I paused momentarily, thinking of what to say. "So how often did you watch?" "We didn't. Just that once was the only time. We only dared try looking at your stuff when we knew we were absolutely alone for a long time. Amy was always petrified we'd get caught. We looked at your magazines lots -- but that was the only time we saw you wank it." "Wank it? "I laughed. "Well what do you call it?" "Me? Beat off, jerk off, masturbate; wank it just isn't a description I ever used. So how'd you get out?" "When you'd finished, you wiped your stomach with a Kleenex, put your stuff away and went in to take a shower. We snuck out and went to Amy's -- didn't come back for an hour or so and made a lot of noise when we came in. You were in your room acting like you were studying, but we knew what you'd really been doing. It was a Saturday and you never studied on Saturdays." I laughed out loud. "Busted years ago and I never knew it." She giggled in return. "You were my first, you know?" "First what?" I asked, not understanding her meaning. "When you came -- that was the first time I ever saw a guy cum." "Really?" "Really. We were both silent for a few moments, my mind catching up with what she'd just told me; her mind apparently waiting for my reaction. "You didn't have to tell me this, Gayle. After all this time -- it really doesn't matter what happened when we were kids does it?" There was no response from the telephone. "Gayle?" "No, I guess not. It's just... after everything that happened... you know I always felt like I had to hide anything sexual. The way mom and dad always made snide comments about Aunt Phyllis; that I had a crush on my brother; my best girlfriend was my lover. When I left home -- until I met Fred, well -- I had a couple of pretty wild years. I didn't dislike Debs you know -- it's just that it was you, and she took you away just when I was finally big enough for you to notice me... and I was jealous. And then when I realized what had to be happening between you and Bug, I really wasn't as angry as I let on, I was just jealous." "The relationship she had with you -- it always reminded me of how we were, and then she took it to where I'd only ever fantasized about. All those years I'd dreamed about you, and you were with my daughter instead. I didn't even think about it being at all like me and Uncle Will and Aunt Phyllis, all I could think was that you had to be seducing Bug, even though her bag and everything that was happening seemed to say otherwise. And then when you let me slap you... all of a sudden I wasn't angry anymore, and I realized it really wasn't any different than, well, than me. No different than what I did." I let the silence linger for a moment. "It's ok, Gayle. There's no need to apologize." I thought a moment about whether I could ask, and decided that since she seemed to be in a "confess all sins" mode -- she'd probably tell. "So just what exactly happened between you and Uncle Will and Aunt Phyllis? What was it you said, that you and your boyfriend went to a swingers club and they were there?" She didn't answer immediately, I was about to throw out the "It's ok, don't tell me, it's really none of my business comment," when she finally spoke up. "That's what I told you, but it's not the entire truth." "What? That you had sex with Uncle Will?" "No, that's the truth." "I don't understand." "What I told you was the truth. My boyfriend wanted a threesome, wanted to include my roommate. I knew he had the hots for her, enough that I thought he might dump me for her, so when he brought up the idea of visiting a swingers club, I agreed. What I didn't tell you is that he heard about the swingers club from me. He didn't know it, but I was the one that gave him the idea. I knew about the club because I'd been there before." It was quiet while I digested this. She'd known where the club was, how to get in, which meant that she'd presumably... "It wasn't an accident that you met Uncle Will and Aunt Phyllis there, was it?" Her silence was all the confirmation I needed. "How'd that happen?" Again her silence was awkward. "It's ok Gayle -- I don't need to know." "No, it's OK. I want to tell you. Do you want the long story or the short version?" "I tell you what -- I'll leave it up to you how much you want to tell me." ~ I was on the side of the airplane where I could look down at the Redding airport as we approached and circled to land the other direction. A single strip of blacktop stretched from north to south, a small terminal was visible standing by itself in the middle of the airport with no other planes around. Off to one side was a large hanger with a bevy of small planes parked out in front. The airport, remotely situated in a farming area away from the city, was totally different than the bustling San Francisco airport we'd left an hour before with its multiple runways and hundreds of planes. The golden brown of the valley contrasted sharply with the green forest covered hills in the distance. "No wonder California is called the "Golden State," I thought. Aunt Phyllis and Uncle Will were waiting and waving from the terminal as I walked down the boarding ladder and across the concrete, the heat of the valley hitting me as I left the air conditioning of the plane. "Oh My God, Girl -- you are so grown up!" Aunt Phyllis said, greeting me with a warm, full body hug and a kiss on the cheek. Uncle Will also gave me a kiss, but only a one armed hug with his other being in a cast. Aunt Phyllis was, as Uncle Phil used to say, "A real looker." She was in her early thirties, but didn't look it. About 5' 6" tall, she was wearing a floral blouse and short shorts that really accented her bottom and long legs. The blouse had a deep "u" front, exposing quite a bit of cleavage and stopped just below her D cup breasts, leaving the impression that she wasn't wearing clothes to cover her body -- but was wearing something to cover her breasts. She'd always been nicely built, and what she wore accented what she had. As always, I thought she looked young, chic, and sexy, and no matter where she went she turned heads. Seen through the conservative eyes of my mother, I knew she thought of her as "loose" and quite often inappropriate. Uncle Will on the other hand was several years older than Phyllis, and six inches taller. Ruggedly handsome, at six foot and one hundred eighty pounds, he was neither skinny nor fat. I felt the strength in his one arm as he hugged me. Uncle Will's arm had been broken in an accident; he had another week or so before the cast was to come off. Ostensibly this was the reason for me being here, Uncle Wills arm and his partial incapacitation, but the real reason is that I wanted to get away from home for the last summer before I started college. Although rural California wasn't my first choice for someplace to spend my summer -- as it turned out, it couldn't have been better. "So tell us, what's up with your life?" Aunt Phyllis gently began the twenty questions routine as soon as we were in the car for the hour or more drive to their "ranch". Located out of the valley and more into the trees, I knew from past visits it would be somewhat cooler than the blistering heat of Redding. "I can't believe how much you've grown -- the last time we saw you was, what, 6 years ago? Oh my god, you're absolutely gorgeous!" The questions and answers kept coming; where was I going to college, did I have a boyfriend, how was everyone, where was my brother Jim and his wife, how were mom and dad? The conversation kept my mind off the trip, it seemed like just moments and we were pulling off the main road. "Please Gayle; just call us Phyllis and Will. You're much too grown up anymore, we can dispense with the relational names, don't you think?" I'd just stepped into the kitchen to ask if I could help with dinner when she interrupted me. "Ok, Au... Phyllis." I grinned, having almost repeated exactly what she'd said not to. "Can I help with dinner?" Right from the beginning, Phyllis and I hit it off. I was definitely attracted to her, I was pretty sure that she was to me also. I told her how my life had been; high school, how my rudimentary love life had included two boyfriends to date, that although it had been fun -- neither had worked out. I told her my best friend Amy was upset that I'd be gone all summer. I told her how mom and I hadn't been seeing eye to eye for quite some time, particularly when it came to boyfriends. I didn't outright tell her about Amy and me being lovers, although I did admit -- when she asked if my boyfriends and I had ever "done anything," that I had more fun with Amy than I ever had with boys, but that my mother's desire for me to graduate from college as a virgin was a moot point. "You don't like boys?" I glanced up; her face gave away nothing of her own feelings on the subject. "Oh God no, I love men, I just haven't had good experiences with teenage boys that don't know what they're doing." She laughed at that, and proceeded to tell me about when she'd been growing up and the battles she'd had with her mother. I'd told her everything that was going on with me, and in return, she told me about her life "after high school." Will went to bed at what I thought a fairly early hour, but Phyllis and I sat and talked about everything for hours more. Will had to go to work in the morning and we didn't. Phyllis had to get up to drive him in as he couldn't drive just yet, so eventually we went to bed or we'd have been up all night. Phyllis got up every morning and took him to work, and one of his co-workers drove him home in the afternoons. The first day we just hung around the house. They had a beautiful farm, isolated behind stands of trees and a normally closed gate at the end of the drive. I helped Phyllis with her chores and we continued talking, learning all about each other. Phyllis was dressed very casually, I noticed she didn't even have a bra on, just a tee shirt and shorts, so I felt comfortable wearing practically nothing also. That evening when Will got home, Phyllis went in and helped him change so he was wearing shorts and a tee-shirt just like when they'd picked me up at the airport. RMC: Summers Past Will and Phyllis went to bed too early for me although I went to bed when they did that first night. Phyllis had gotten up early after being up late with me the night before, so it made sense that she was tired, but I wasn't at all. I started reading a book when I went to bed but after about half an hour I got up and went out to get a glass of water and go to the bathroom. Putting on an oversize t-shirt so I wasn't naked when I stepped into the hall from my room, I immediately heard some voices from Will and Phyllis's room. Tip-toeing across to the bathroom, I stopped for a moment eavesdropping, curious about what they might be talking about. I heard their voices but couldn't understand a thing until Will's deep voice came through slightly louder, "You'd like that wouldn't you?" Moments later Phyllis moaned and I heard "Oh yeah, baby -- just like that! Suck it!" followed a moment later by an "mmm, that's so nice." I sucked my lower lip into my mouth, realizing what I was hearing, feeling a sudden tingle between my own legs. Suddenly feeling bad about eavesdropping I turned and went to the kitchen. Despite having walked away, I couldn't help but imagine what they were doing, the fun they were having, and when I went back to my room, I couldn't help myself, I had to stop and listen again. This time I could hear a rhythmic creaking from their bed along with inaudible voices. The tingle gradually changed to an inferno, and I went back to bed. The book never got opened. I took care of myself, wondering while I did whether they were still doing it and wondering what my girlfriend Amy was up to. It was going to be a long summer without anyone to play with. The following night I decided to stay up and watch a movie when they went to bed. I couldn't help but wonder if they were doing it again, so "I went to the bathroom" maybe half an hour later, stopping by their door to listen once again. This time I didn't hear anything, so went back to my movie. One movie led to another, and it was in the wee hours before I was finally got tired and crawled into bed. The house was quiet when I got up the next day, I didn't hear a thing. When I glanced out the window I saw the car so figured Phyllis was there, but didn't know if she was up or had gone back to bed. I wandered toward the kitchen -- and stopped at the kitchen door. Phyllis was facing the sink, totally nude. A plate of cut up fruit and cheese was off to one side; she was washing up the last of the dishes from the night before. The dirty dishes were in one sink; she washed each dish, dipped it into the rinse water in the second sink and then put them in a rack to dry. I just stood and watched for a moment, before stepping forward. "Can I help?" Phyllis immediately turned her head, shaking the excess water off her hands into the sink saying "Oh, Gayle, I didn't hear you get up," before turning and reaching for her robe. Slipping one arm into the robe and throwing it over her shoulder reaching for the other arm. "I hope I didn't embarrass you." "No, it's ok, I'm not embarrassed, but you don't need to get dressed for me. Is that so you don't get your robe wet?" She stopped, looking at me, one hand pulling the robe together in the front, but not totally in place yet. "Yes, partly." I could see that she was weighing her answer. "Actually, I hate to wash clothes -- it's a lot easier and cooler to wash my body. That, and well, we've got a very private little farm here, so Will and I just don't often wear clothes when we're home alone." I bobbed my head in understanding. "That's cool. You've been wearing clothes because I'm here?" "Essentially." "I'm here to spend the summer living with you. You shouldn't have to change just because of me, so is it ok if I just go naked with you?" Phyllis smiled, actually looked quite pleased with my question. "If you'd like." I didn't even answer, just reached up and pulled the tube top I'd put on over my head, folded it once and placed it on the kitchen table, followed by my shorts and underwear. Phyllis just stood and watched me getting undressed. I'm not sure whether she really believed I was going to do it or not, but as I folded my shorts and underwear, she slipped her robe back off, draping it across the chair once again, and turned back to the sink. I grabbed the dish towel hanging from the oven and just started wiping the last of the water from the dishes drying in the rack. I saw Phyllis glance over to me. "You're sure you really don't mind going naked, even if Will's around?" "Are you kidding? I love it! I always sleep naked, I hate getting twisted up in pajamas or something else. That's why I was closing my door -- I didn't want to offend you in case you saw me!" Phyllis began putting the dishes I'd already dried and stacked away while I finished drying the last few in the rack. I finished the last one and put the towel back on the oven door. "I've got some fruit and cheese cut up over here, are you hungry?" "Oh, that sounds good. Have you eaten?" "I ate earlier with Will." "So this is all for me?" I'd just swallowed a piece of melon and turned to Phyllis. "That's so sweet of you." She'd just put the last dish into the cupboard as I leaned over to give her a hug and kiss her on the cheek. Turning just as I did, instead of her cheek, I found her lips. I hadn't intended to kiss her on the lips, but just like that, suddenly my stomach had the flip-flops, my mouth felt dry and I looked directly into her eyes. Without saying anything, her hand came up and caressed my cheek -- and her lips met mine again. This time we didn't pull away, our mouths opening, our tongues intertwining, in a full French kiss. When we finally pulled away, she said "Are you sure about this?" I didn't answer, instead leaned in and sucked one of her nipples into my mouth. I felt her hand stroking the hair on the back of my head. When I pulled away, I smiled and reached for her hand, leading her to my bedroom. After several hours, we were cuddling in each other's arms when Phyllis asked me if I wanted something to eat. "Again?" I answered with my naughtiest grin. "Are you insatiable or what?" She laughed, as did I. "No, you little imp. I was talking about your fruit and cheese that you never ate." "I'm ok for now," I answered snuggling against her, a hand fondling one of her big breasts. "You're a little bigger than Amy," I said. "I like big breasts, they're so sensual." "Umm." She cooed, "Then we're a match, because I like nice medium ones like you have." Sated for the moment, my mind began to wonder about other things, including that my Uncle wasn't home and didn't know about this. "Do we tell Uncle Will?" I asked. She didn't say anything for a moment. "Gayle, I don't want to offend you, but Will and I have a different kind of relationship. We both love women, we both love having a woman join us in bed at times." Neither of us said anything for a moment. "Are you inviting me into your bed?" I finally asked. "If you'd like to." I nodded my head against her arm. My mind had already told me this might be where this was going. "I think I'd like that." "Just a minute," she said, and reached for the telephone beside the bed. Dialing it, she lay back on the bed again while it rang. "Will?" I couldn't hear what he said in return. "Can you guess where I am? ... How about in a cute little sexpot's bed? Uh-huh... Naked of course! She thinks she likes going naked and likes the idea of spending the summer with us like this ... Uh huh, all morning long." She giggled. "Ok, we'll be waiting for you." "Sexpot, huh?" I questioned. Phyllis giggled at me in response. "That's what he's been calling you the last couple of nights. He thinks you're a real hottie; we both do. We were so hoping you'd be up to joining us for the summer." At first it felt a little strange being naked and just walking around the house, and later the yard, that way. My girlfriend Amy and I had sunbathed naked and we always ended up naked when we slept together, but just walking around the yard and house naked at first felt a little strange. By the time Will came home it seemed more normal. After talking to Will on the phone, we went and fetched the fruit and stuff that Phyllis had previously cut up and fed each other in bed, interspersed with more hot sex. We were both still naked when Will got home; his eyes immediately traced my body from head to foot. "Well this is certainly a welcome surprise," Will said after ogling me for a moment "I guess you two have been playing all afternoon without me?" He stepped over to Phyllis who looked up and kissed him, his hand sliding down her back to cup and squeeze her ass. "Uh huh, you didn't expect us to wait did you?" He'd kissed me on the cheek the day before when he got home, this time I could tell he was holding back. "What, no kiss for me?" I teased. Reaching out with his free hand he pulled me over and when he turned his head I looked up and he kissed me on the lips for the first time. With his arm in a cast, he needed help to get undressed. Phyllis went in and helped, but moments later Will was naked with us. Will had unabashedly looked at my body as he walked in minutes before; I didn't hesitate to check him out as he walked back into the living room. Besides the obvious problem of his arm being in a cast he was otherwise pretty physically fit. A trail of black hair ran down the center of his body to where it meshed with the short trimmed pubic hair around his genitals. He wasn't erect, but he wasn't totally flaccid either, a nice sized circumcised cock. Muscular legs finished the trip to the floor, and I didn't need to see his backside, I'd determined when I saw him walking away from the airport in his shorts that he had a nice ass. "So what all did Phyllis tell you about us?" He asked, patting the couch beside him. I sat down next to him, Phyllis sat in the easy chair immediately adjacent and facing me. "Not much, just that you normally go naked at home most of the time, and that you both love women, and sometimes you like to have a woman join you in bed." He nodded. "That's part of it." He paused momentarily before continuing. "I guess you can say we've got an open marriage. We love each other, but we both think that sex and love are different things. We don't just sleep around, but we've got a group of three other couples, like minded couples, that we regularly play with." He glanced over at Phyllis. "It's fun to have three in bed -- or even more. Especially when it's two, or three, or even four virile men all taking care of just you." I looked at her, taking in and assessing what she was saying. She liked women; she liked men, and lots of them. Neither of them said anything more for a moment. "Or having a couple of beautiful women simultaneously taking care of a man," Will inserted. "Of course dear," Phyllis reached over and patted Will's knee, moving us into a bit more of a triangle as she did. "You're swingers." I said, non-judgmentally I hoped. "Yes, I suppose we are." Will nodded. A moment later he said "I guess what we're asking, or offering, is that if you'd like to join us, share everything with us -- we'd enjoy having you -- as part of our family." I sat for a moment, thinking about all that they'd said. The immediate thought that went through my mind was that my greatest fear had been that I was going to go the whole summer without sex, and now it looked like I'd be having as much as I wanted. "You're asking me to join you in your bed, and in the beds of your friends?" "We're not asking you to do anything you don't want to," Phyllis said. "Oh don't worry," I shook my head, "it's just that I haven't yet had my first threesome and you're offering me so much more. Do they know about me?" I questioned. "A little," Phyllis said. "They know that we're going to have our niece with us for the summer, and they all asked how that was going to affect our group dynamic." "You mean, was I going to spoil the fun?" Phyllis giggled, a smile on her face. "You certainly cut to the chase without any problem, don't you?" "I guess I've only got one question." Phyllis glanced at Will. "What's that sweetheart?" "Who gets to sleep in the middle?" "Alright!" Phyllis reached out and took my hand, "that's fantastic! And as for the middle, well -- we generally rotate, because whoever's in the middle gets attention from both sides. I think that tonight -- you should get the middle." ~ "So Will and Phyllis taught you about sex, is that it?" She laughed. "Yeah I guess you could put it that way. Good, guilt free, sex at least. I mean, I knew about the basics, how pieces go together and everything, but there is a world of difference between knowing what's supposed to happen and experiencing it without worrying about jealousy. But it wasn't just Will and Phyllis -- it was the other couples too." "How did that happen? Did they just call up and say "do you want to come over for sex?" or what? "Oh no, nothing so complicated. About once a month we'd have a planned party where everyone would show up; other times someone would call up or we'd call someone or maybe see them at the store, and ask if they wanted to join them for dinner and the evening." "Hmm. And the thing about your college boyfriend? Was this the group you took him too?" She sighed, and answered slowly, "That was a mistake." "How so?" "That was Tony. I should have just dumped him. I really thought I liked him a lot, and I ignored the signs. He kept talking about my roommate, and how cute she was, and always hinting that he'd love to get into her panties. He was always talking about threesomes -- not that I was against sharing with others, it's just the feeling that I got from him that it wasn't sharing -- it was taking. Finally I called Will and Phyllis and talked to them. I told them all that had been happening, that I thought that Tony might be my one, and that we'd been talking about having an open lifestyle, including others. I asked if they knew how to get in touch with like-minded couples where we were, and they didn't exactly, but asked me more and more questions about Tony. Finally they said that if I was really sure about Tony, that as a member of their group I was welcome anytime to join them, but as we had both been with others, we needed to provide a clean health screening and that we'd be welcome to join them. I didn't tell Tony that Will and Phyllis were related to me, just that I knew of this group and if he was really interested I thought I could get us invited to a party. I told them that Tony wouldn't know either, so we kept that a secret. To say the least it was a disaster. Tony acted like he was god's gift to women, and Aunt Phyllis didn't like him from the start. When the party started, he was all over the place. I was having a good time, but he wasn't even paying attention to me. I saw him fucking each of the other three women, my friends, during the evening but Phyllis had told him no, she wasn't interested. When I heard a commotion from the other room, I went to see what was happening, and Will and Mikey, his big friend, were physically throwing Tony out the front door. When I asked what happened, they said he'd approached Phyllis again. She said no again, but he tried to grab her, saying "Come on -- I've banged everyone else -- don't you want the best?" I grabbed our clothes, ended up apologizing for him at the same time and we headed for home. I told him I'd been so embarrassed, that I had no idea he was going to be such a rude, crude, idiot. On the way home after we got done fighting, I got to thinking about what had really happened. He'd had sex with the other three women, but not with me and not with Phyllis. Phyllis had made no bones that she wasn't interested in him, and that's when it hit me; he wasn't really interested in having mutually enjoyable sex with others he was just interested in racking up his scoreboard. By the time we got home he was all sorry and begging for forgiveness, playing the adorable guy that I'd fallen for. Like an idiot I forgave him, at least momentarily. I got a call on Monday from Phyllis, telling me that everything was OK, but that Tony was never invited again. I told her I understood and was sorry. She ended it by saying, "He's not your one sweetie. When you find him, you'll know it. There won't be any "maybes". "So did you drop him?" "Not for another three days. I, um, guess I forgave him that night, at least partially. But then on Wednesday I had a class that got cancelled. When I came in two hours early he was fucking my roommate on the kitchen table. He tried to act like it was my fault, that I'd led him on to thinking including others was my idea and I'd known he had the hots for my roomie. And that was it -- I dumped him, moved out on her and moved on with my life." "Ok, I can see that. For my own curiosity -- what did you see that he was doing that was so different from what you'd done?" "A world of difference. Our group was a caring, loving group. We took care of everyone, and we shared. Tony was taking -- and he wasn't sharing, he was cheating. He knew Phyllis had said no, but pushed it. He knew I'd said no about my roomie - I knew she wasn't interested in threesomes, but he was just interested in another notch on his belt." "Sounds like it." Neither of us said anything for a moment. "So Judy's bi also?" I asked, changing the subject back to her and hers. "Oh yeah, big time. She didn't know it at that time, but was curious. That first night at the camping trip, when we all realized we were with each other's partner and we were all ok with it, we just never changed back. We each did it several more times before morning." "The guys got up and went fishing again, Judy and I slept in for a couple of hours. When we finally got up, at first Judy was embarrassed about what had happened, particularly in that she'd pretty much been the first to say she wanted to continue when we found out, but I told her it was all of us that had made the decision, and we'd all definitely had fun. Once she knew I wasn't upset, she let on how exciting it had been for her. She was as excited as a kid at Christmas, and eventually it came to whether we were going to do it again or not. I think it was while we were talking that I realized that being married to Fred and thinking I was monogamous, that I was really just fooling myself. I realized that I really loved Fred, but I also loved Amy, I loved Phyllis and Will. I realized how stifled I'd felt, that I missed playing with Amy; playing with Will and Phyllis and their friends. Anyway, Judy asked if I thought we should swap again that night. We talked about it, and decided that we should probably swap back that night in case the boys were feeling bad, but it turned out we didn't need to worry. The boys decided that the fish weren't biting, or perhaps they just thought playing around would be more fun. They showed up about noon, supposedly for lunch, but they were all hot and horny too. It turned out while they'd been fishing and catching nothing, they were talking about sex just like we were. After the night before -- it didn't seem to matter if we had any privacy, we all ended up naked in the tent and in the daylight there wasn't any pretending. Judy and Gary ended up on their bed while Fred and I ended up on ours, but that was just the start. We were all resting afterward when Judy said "Let's swap and do it again!" Once we'd established that nobody minded, we actually ended up more as a foursome doing everything together." "The following day with the boys off fishing, Judy asked me how I'd started with women. I told her my girlfriend and I had played together long before boys, but that there had been many good friends since then. I asked her if she'd ever so much as kissed a woman, and she said no, so I just leaned over and kissed her. One thing led to another -- and she found like me, sex is good whether it's from a male or female." RMC: Summers Past "So you seduced Judy?" "Not really, she wanted it, so it wasn't really seduction. Later we talked about everything that had happened and she admitted the entire week had been like an awakening for her. She admitted she'd always fantasized about a lot of things that she'd always suppressed, and that finding that Fred was just as excited about playing around as she was, she said she didn't think she could go back to plain old monogamous sex either." "So not only did you seduce your future sister, you turned them and your husband all into swingers?" She giggled, "It wasn't all me -- but yeah, I guess so." "What about Fred? You said you guys had talked about the possibility of including others?" "Yeah. We had. Maybe me more than him, but we'd talked about it before. When we got home, when Gary and Judy weren't there, it was almost like our honeymoon again. He admitted that seeing me with his brother; him being with Judy, or with Judy and me, or seeing the two of us with Gary had been as exciting as anything he'd ever done." "So he was a convert?" "Not instantly. He was all worried about us, thinking that what had happened between the four of us would break us up. It took a while, but eventually he realized that I wasn't interested in being married to anyone else but him -- but he had to admit that we'd both enjoyed having sex with others." "Did you and Fred ever join Will and Phyllis?" "Oh yeah, but it's been several years now. They just live so far away. Amy used to join us occasionally, and after she got married she and her husband have joined us. They moved away though, so we don't see them very often anymore. Fred figured out it's fun to play with others and it's more fun to play with the lights on than it is off." I laughed. "Especially us guys, we're so visual." "Oh it's not just men; us women like to see what we're getting also. Sex is best when all the senses are involved." "Isn't that the truth." And just like that the conversation came to a lull. In my mind, I still hadn't figured out the purpose of this conversation. Just why had she really called me? She'd essentially told me her sexual history, told me she was sorry she'd presumed wrong about my relationship with Bug, but still -- this wasn't anything that had to be said. "Gayle, why did you really call me?" It was silent on the other end. "Gayle?" "I, um... Bug's little seduction of you -- that is how it happened isn't it?" "Well, sort of. Do you know she almost died?" "WHAT? You didn't say anything about that." I laughed. "I've got to admit, it wasn't the most skillful way to seduce me, but it did manage to get me naked into bed with her." I proceeded to tell the truthful story of the accident, her recovery and our mutual seduction. "It wasn't until after she'd recovered that she admitted that she'd planned on seducing me with the little nothings she'd left at home in her bag. I don't think she thought you were going to look in it." "I almost didn't, it was sitting right out in plain sight and matched her description, but it was at your house and I thought it best to double check." "Ok, so Bug's little seduction -- what about it?" Again the silence was deafening until she finally spoke again. "Jim, it wasn't just my girlfriends that had the hots for you. I had the hots for you. Back when you came back from the Marines, I can't tell you how many times I almost crawled into bed with you, how many times I wanted to. If you'd so much as given me a hug and a kiss I'd have made a pass at you. But you didn't. You only had eyes for Debs." "One of the things that Will and Phyllis and their friends taught me is that if you want something from someone, you need to ask or they're never going to know. I'm just saying that you've always been my fantasy lover, and I needed you to know that." "I found that the taboos that Mom and Dad raised us with weren't necessarily true. I found that loving someone that is a relative isn't necessarily a bad thing, and I just wanted you to know." I didn't say anything for a moment. Was Bug's mother now making a pass at me? No, more like just telling me how she'd always felt and I'd never known. "So what are you telling me, Gayle?" "I'm just saying you've always been my fantasy, you still are. If I never told you, you'd never know -- so I'm telling you. I love you -- and wouldn't mind if it's not like a brother. There's no better way in the world to say hello, or goodbye, or thank you than in bed. If you ever want to join me, or Fred and me either way, you'd be most welcome." It wasn't that hard to read between those lines.