It took me a while to digest the message but I never would have expected Joe to call me barely 5 minutes later.
I am not good at rejecting people and it was an instance of being caught between a rock and a hard place. $2k is neither a big nor small amount but having watch enough tv shows and drama, who would lend money to a gambler.
Then again this is my brother in law I am talking about.
Joe : Yo James , busy ar ? Why never reply my message ?
James : Eh I was just about to reply, are you ok or not ?
Joe : I’m ok , I’m ok. Just that lately a bit down on my luck.
James : Oh, eh bro, don’t tell me you lost everything ar ?
Joe : Choi choi, don’t anyhow say ok. I’m ok, just that cash flow a little stuck this couple of weeks. Can help or not ?
James : Ermm.. ok. How I pass to you ?
Joe : I come by your office now la.
James : Wah, eh I meet you after work ba, I’m heading into a meeting liao .
He sounded a little hesitant but agreed a little reluctantly.
I did not know if I made the right decision back then but thinking of the $2k red packet he gave me, I’ll just take my chances and pray for the best.
6th August 2010
Friday
7pm
Joe was not unshaven, did not smell of alcohol, and definitely did not looked like he was financially in trouble. He was still well dressed, well groomed and he still had that Rolex of his on his wrist.
We had a quick chat before Joe left with my money.
8th August 2010
Sylvia and Joe hardly spoke over the family dinner, it was not hard to detect a weird vibe coming from the 2 of them.
Gillian asked if they had quarreled but they just brushed it off, saying that work is getting a little stressful lately. I tried to change the topic to one of lighter note, suggesting a holiday together to a neighbouring country.
My in laws sounded quite keen when I brought up the topic and they tasked me with coming up a proposal and some options to consider.
12th August 2010
Joe asked me for another 1k that day.
I did not know why but I still parted with it.
31st August 2010
I gave Joe an sms asking if he’s ok and shall we meet for supper since it’s been a while since we caught up. It was not hard to tell that I’m actually asking about my money.
3K is going to be really helpful since my night classes is due for the fees for the coming semester.
Although I still have some savings, I did not want to just let the debt stagnate over at Joe.
Joe replied after an hour saying he’s no well but we can do a quick catchup .
He seemed like he lose a bit more weight and I asked him if he’s ok. He tried to brush me off but I grabbed onto his shoulders and really gave a slight shake.
James : Bro look at me, if you really treat me as a brother, tell me what’s wrong.
Joe was still unwilling to tell me the details but he mentioned something about being in debt. I asked him what is the amount we are talking about here and he said about 10k.
James : Is it the gambling. ?
Joe : No la bro, it’s just sway.
He refused to dwell in further details but instead asked me for another loan.
Joe : Bro, You think you can spare another 2k ?
James : What ! Eh don’t scare me like that leh, my heart cannot take it.
Joe : Bro, don’t like that la, if I not really desperate, I won’t ask from you.
I definitely could not afford to give him another loan, with my school fees coming and all, not to mention I’m putting aside a sum for my wedding banquet, I could probably spare a few hundred if it’s a matter of life and death but it hardly seemed the case for Joe.
James : Bro, not I don’t want to help, I’m really tight here also. Sorry.
I could tell Joe was quite vex and his emotions were a little unstable. Needless to say, I did not even get to ask about my $3k that evening.
September 8th 2010
Wednesday
Joe called me at 8pm that evening, asking me out for coffee. He looked like he did not have enough sleep and he maneuvered the steering wheel with his left hand, keeping his head on his right knuckle the entire time.
James : You ok or not ? Don’t crash the car hor ? My exams coming.
Joe : Don’t worry la.
We settled down at a coffee shop near bedok library and Joe updated me on his current situation. His debt swell to 18k and after much pressing, he confessed that he was still gambling.
Joe : Bro…
James : Yah ?
Joe : You think you can lend me a bit more ?
James : Bro I really cannot help liao, I’m also a little tight on my end.
Joe buried his head in his hand and I stared blankly at him. How could a man who was once so successful, turn into this person sitting in front of me within a short span of a few months ?
The speed at which this is happening is frightening. If it didn’t happen to me, I would never have believed it.
Then he said something that almost knocked me off my chair.
Joe : Bro , you remember the times when we were trading the girls’ lingerie ? haha Good times eh ?
James : haha yah, those were the days man.
Then Joe seemed to quiet down, as if he was thinking of how to form the next sentence
Joe : Bro, you think you would be willing to pay for Sylvia’s lingerie ? I can sell them to you ?
It hit me then for the first time how serious the situation is. Although I felt the familiar sense of perversion creeping into me, I did not think it’s appropriate to do that.
I felt a little upset in fact, it’s literally a case of what the fuck
James : Bro, don’t be crazy la, you think Sylvia won’t notice her missing lingerie ar ? you think too much liao
Joe : Aiyah, I’m just kidding la, how much can I sell them for anyway.
James : Maybe you can try sammyboy la, haha.
I tried to change the topic, asking how is Sylvia, and does she have a gripe of the situation.
Joe told me Sylvia is aware and is rather upset.
As we drained the last of my coffee, Joe made one last desperate attempt to talk to me.
Joe : Bro, one last thing.
James : Yah ?
Joe : You think the hardisk is worth $2k ?
I wanted to speak but no words came out of my mouth.
Joe must have read me perfectly and a smile creeped out on his face.
Joe : Yah bro, think of all the folders and pictures man.
I felt a mix of frustration and excitement as the words sank into me. I wanted to scream at Joe in fact, how could he do this. It’s his wife we’re talking about here.
Then , like a stroke of lighting, it hit me.
If I didn’t accept it, he would probably offer it to someone else.
I searched my mind frantically , thinking of what to say, praying I know what to do.
I bit my lips, trying to show a bit of weakness.
James : Ermm.. Joe… like that…
I deliberately stammered a little, trying to look hesitant.
James : Not right la bro. ….
Joe must have assumed I had taken the bait and immediately tried to reel me in.
Joe : Bro, $2k, and you can see everything bro. Think about this.
Joe : Think carefully.
I pretended to look into the ceiling , my mouth mouthing a bit of mental sums before I finally replied.
James : Bro, i..
James : I don’t have enough. I need to pay my school fees next week.
I could see the exasperation in Joe’s behavior before he finally asked.
Joe : How much can you afford ?
I took a second or 2 to consider before replying.
James : Probably about 1.2k the most.
Joe buried his head in his hand before replying.
Joe : Ok.
I could feel the butterflies in my stomach again. The thought of getting my hands on the hardisk full of Sylvia’s pictures, videos, her most private moments is giving me an erection.
Joe did not want to wait and insisted on driving me to his mum’s place to conclude the transaction.
Upon reaching his room, he passed me the disk and switched on his computer.
I slowly plugged in the usb, watching the drive popped up into view.
I maximized the screen and selected large thumbnails.
And I was greeted with a series of Sylvia, smiling at me.
I passed Joe the money and he added one condition which made me think he’s still a little sane.
Joe : Bro, I’ll kill you if you dare to copy or share this online.
I nodded and said it’s for my private viewing only.
James : Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of it.
Right as we were about to leave his room Joe said one more thing.
Joe : Eh bro, take care of it yah. It’s the only copy. I’ll redeem it back.
James : Ok sure.
He grabbed me by my shoulders this time round, looking at me in the eyes.
Joe : Don’t you dare post it online, I meant it. This is no joke.
I shrugged him off, adding in an exasperated manner.
James : Bro, siao ar. She’s my sister in law , and I’m marrying her sister in a few months. Don’t worry.
Joe parted with his hardisk and I parted with my money.
The moment I reached home, I copied every fucking file into another hardisk of mine as backup. I stuffed that one deep into the recess of my cupboard before taking my seat in front of the screen.
I did not want an instance when Joe changed his mind and he wanted the disk back. It was not just a matter of me not being able to see my sister in law’s private moments, it’s also the case of a desperate man would do anything.
The last thing I wanted was for the disk to fall into another person’s hand.
In fact I was considering whether I should even return the disk to Joe even if he could redeem it.
Yeah, I’m a fucking saint in my own world, and I’m bloody selfish too.
I got settled into my room chair and I started with the first folder of Sylvia with a can of beer in my hand.
They say men are visual creatures, I couldn’t agree more to that but when the videos added another dimension to what I’m seeing, I couldn’t help but envy Joe. Sylvia is willing to go to lengths to please her man yet now all Joe is interested in is trying his luck out at the tables.
I spent 2 hours briefly scanning through the files and folders and just by looking at the videos, listening to the short conversations, I got a pretty good idea of the positions Sylvia liked.
I knew she like to have her beast cupped from behind as you enter her doggy style, I knew if she was to be fingered, she would like to be standing up, preferably without any support or near any walls, so that the orgasm would collapse her to the ground.
I knew how her moans sound like, and I tried to decipher what each of them meant.
Plots , schemes, and more perverse thoughts coursed through my mind as I devoured those pictures and videos. I might not be as happening as Joe but I did pick up some things from him over the years.
It seemed as if my mind was slowly being corrupted , starting from the day we shared the sister’s lingerie.
I knew I was aroused, but in a confused manner. I knew I wanted to wank off, pretending I’m driving my dick deep into Sylvia but I did not know where to begin.
I could deal with the lack of choices but the presence of so many folders made me lost my orientation for a while.
I tried to masturbate to a video which was focusing on Sylvia’s legs, her leg sliding up and down her right as she laid on her side.
Yes, even weird videos like this existed on the hard disk.
I switched to one which Sylvia was trying to give a banana a blowjob before she tried to slip a condom on the lucky fruit.
That video seemed to be taken in a hotel room, probably one of their getaways.
The date said 2005
Sylvia looked much younger then, her hair much longer and dyed in a colourful shade of reddish bronze.
Yet her seductive lips looked the same.
I saw another video of Sylvia dancing, swaying her body seductively and giggling at the silly act in the room as she told Joe to stop taping her. It ended with her breast being pressed against the lens before everything went dark at it was just the audio which told me the rest of the story.
Finally I ended it with a video of her in her uniforms. I could never understand how such a simple piece of blue pinafore can transform a girl. Perhaps it’s the sleeveless cut, perhaps it’s one from an elite school, in the end I concluded is the girl who wore it made all the difference.
Her blood curling shriek when she came etched deep into my brain and I could almost picture myself as Joe, being in that position, holding that camera as her watery eyes stared back, exhausted and spent.
What I wouldn’t give to do her in her school uniforms.
As the euphoria of my masturbation wore off, something lit up in my mind and I decided to push my luck further.
After all, I have nothing to lose, perhaps just the parting of more money.
Immediately the next day, I dropped Joe an sms, telling him that I could not open the drive when I tried it on my computer, did it have some password or something ?
James sms : Bro, I can’t open the drive using my pc at home ? Is it encrypted or something? Does it only work with your computer ?
Upon sending the message, I realised how stupid I must have sounded. This is worse than elementary computing. I regretted immediately and was not expecting a reply anytime soon.
How would I know Joe actually called me 30 minutes later, saying that he’s not sure what was the problem, but if I liked, he’ll sell me his cpu as well.
I parted with another 300 that evening for a old pc bought in 2005.
Booting up the cpu, I started to look through the files and information. There was a treasure trove of data on that machine.
Joe’s claim of the only copy of Sylvia’s video exists only on that disk was a little inaccurate.
There were remnants of videos, some stray pictures in some folders he had yet to clean out.
I browsed through search history, bookmarks, and eventually I found passwords and emails, all neatly written onto a notepad who last edited date was as far back as in 2009.
There were travel pictures, holidays, and albums of happier times.
I cleaned up the sex videos in the pc and dug deeper.
Some old emails on outlook, some past iras receipts, pdfs of air tickets. You can literally find out a person’s entire life from his digital trail.
I kept the cpu under my bed and fell asleep, my mind sorting through the information I’ve gathered so far.
30th September 2010
Thursday
10pm
I was just heading back after my night classes when I received a call from Gillian, she said she’s at her sis’s place and things are ugly.
Joe and Sylvia were quarrelling and it got rather heated.
I told her I’ll be right over.
10.40pm
The door was unlocked and the lights in the living room was off, only a small table lamp was lit and I could see Gillian sitting on the sofa. I reached for the switch and entered the apartment
I was surprised how different it looked, the pristine condition I saw it barely a few months ago was gone. It looked like a war zone.
Magazines and papers on the floor, dishes unwashed.
Broken photo frames.
And a Sobbing Gillian on the sofa.
There were clothes on the sofa and dining table, half eaten instant noodles on the coffee table and the remote for the TV laid in pieces on the floor near the bathroom.
I immediately went over to Gillian and she clung herself onto me, sobbing a little harder and said she’s afraid for her sister as Joe and her were shouting in the room a while ago.
I held on to her for a while and put my bag down.
James : Where are they ?
Gillian’s head nodded towards the room and I told her I’ll go take a look.
Their room door was closed, and I gave it a few light knocks before I entered their room for the first time.
I saw Sylvia on the floor, her knees drawn up to her chest and her head was down.
Joe was on the dressing table, his face buried into his palms.
It was one of the most awkward situation i’ve gotten myself into so far in my life.
I went over to Joe and tapped him on the shoulder, asking if he’s ok .
He did not acknowledge my presence but chose to stand up and left the room. A moment later i heard the slam of the front door.
Gillian came running into the masterbedroom as i approached Sylvia.
I knelt down in front of her, trying to look at her through that tangle of hair. I could even smell the salty smell of tears.
I moved closer to Sylvia, trying to talk to her.
I gently shook her, talking to her slowly , asking if she’s hurt , if she’s alright but i did not get reply.
I was right about to stand up and leave the 2 sisters alone when Sylvia lifted up her head.
And i saw a bruise on the left of her cheek that is turning purple in front of my eyes, i felt my heart drop as i turned to look at Gillian who brought her hands to her mouth.
I heard a few gasp and sobs from Sylvia before she broke down.
She fell towards me slowly, her hands reaching for my body as a support.
That was the first time i held a girl close to heart when her body shiver and shook not with pleasure but with pain.
Gillian could not take the emotional roller coaster that was happening and she broke down too, kneeling down beside us and hugging her sister from behind.
The breakdown lasted about 2-3 minutes and my shirt was stained and wet with Sylvia’s tears by the time she composed herself.
I did not know what to do or say but when i got the chance to really appraise the extent of damage done to Sylvia, i was lost for words.
Besides the bruise on her face, there were a few on her arms as well. Not serious bruises but you could tell from the red and swollen patches that she had been treated roughly.
I would never have imagined Joe to actually lay hands on her. Something is really wrong here. What happened to the man I knew ?
I’m cool with a panty sniffing brother in law but hitting Sylvia was just ridiculous. It absolutely made no sense as to why would he do that. Did he really change that much within this short span of time ?
I reached for the crushed tissue box and lifted out some napkins for Sylvia. She dabbed her eyes and took in a few deep breaths before blowing her nose. She looked towards the toppled bin a distance away and decided to just leave the soiled tissues on the floor.
My legs were getting a mix of cramps and pins and needles, come to think of it, there’s hardly any occasion in my life when I had to be kneeling in such a weird position for such a long time. I slowly stood up and tried to stretch myself a little subtly.
I offered my hand to help Sylvia up and she took it, settling down on the bed, staring into blank space.
I was thinking that it would be a good time for the sisters to talk and was about to make my way out when Gillian stood up suddenly and said softly
Gillian : I’m going to tell Daddy about this.
Sylvia tried to stop her sister but Gillian went on out to get her phone.
Sylvia tried to stand up but she stumbled and i held on to her, i noticed 2 broken nails on the last 2 toes of her left foot and it seemed like there’s a bit of a cut as well.
James : Where’s the first aid box ?
Sylvia pointed to the masterbath.
I sat down on the floor as i lifted my sister in law’s foot onto my thigh.
I helped her clean the wound and placed a plaster over her injured toe. The smiley face on the plaster didn’t seem very appropriate but there was no others to be found.
I ended up wrapping her last 2 toes in bright yellow with repeated prints of smiles.
James : Hmm.. ok. Looks good I think.
Sylvia saw my work and smile, before breaking into a laugh.
But her smile quickly faded and she sank back into her solemn mood.
I did what I could with the limited first aid knowledge I knew, applying some cream for Sylvia on her bruised lip and some of the more visible bruises and marks on her arms.
Gillian entered the room, saying that her dad wanted to talk the next day with the family, and that includes me.
It was coming to midnight, Gillian settled down beside her sister and I left them alone to talk.
I was exhausted after a day at work and having to sit through night classes, and now this entire fiasco seemed to drain what was left of my energy.
I tried to tidy up the kitchen a little, just the simple task of placing the fallen objects upright seemed a challenge in that mess.
12.35am
I went to the room and the girls were still huddled together, talking amongst themselves.
I offered to buy food as I was hungry and they said no need.
Gillian : Instant noodles would do dear.
Gillian : Oh and I want luncheon meat and egg. Thanks.
Sylvia heard Gillian’s order and chided her for making me cook. She tried to stand up but I waved her down.
James : It’s ok. Don’t mind I use your kitchen Sylvia.
Sylvia : Go ahead, it’s hardly used anyway.
Gillian : James makes a really wicked noodles and luncheon meat combo. You should try it.
My gf tried to lighten up the atmosphere and gave me a silly smile and I rolled my eyes at her.
I felt a pillow hit my back as I left the room.
12.50am
I found the necessary ingredients but there were no eggs, they hardly had any fresh food lying around since they don’t cook.
It took me a while to figure out the gas cooker did not have an auto spark plug or whatever you call it. I fumbled around the living room and I made fire with a Zippo.
There’s always a first for everything.
1.20am
Noodles were served and the thinly sliced luncheon meat I toasted in the oven were now crispy and crunchy.
I asked the girls out for their supper and we tucked into our food. We hardly talked, just some small chats. I figured Sylvia was not comfortable talking too much with me around, afterall, I belong to the similar species gender that laid hands on her moments ago.
I quickly finished up my food and left the girls alone.
1.40am
I powered up my laptop in the living room, I knew I won’t be able to go to work later in the morning given all that is happening, Gillian already said she’s taking mc.
I sent some mails and dropped my boss an sms that I’m taking urgent leave that Friday.
1.50am
The girls left their dishes at the table and went back into the room.
2.00am
Gillian came out and said she’s going to wash up and sleep.
Sylvia came out to the living room when Gillian’s in the toilet, asking if I’m ok
Sylvia : Are you ok James ? I meant if you want to go back to rest…
James : I’m ok, don’t worry about me. How bout you ?
She nodded her head weakly and sat down beside me on the sofa.
I told her what are her plans but she said she couldn’t think at the point in time.
I asked her what happened and she gave me a summarized version of what Joe did.
He pawned the 4 gold items from the wedding and he’s been using their joint account for his casino trips.
James : How much are we talking about ?
Sylvia kept his eyes on her bruised toes and said it was about 40k
James : Oh my god.
Sylvia : The bills haven been paid, his credit cards were all maxed out. Even the weekend maid said she hasn’t been paid for a month.
Sylvia : I told her I’ll settle it the moment I see her but she said she had already took on another slot.
She gave a wave of the house and just laid back on the sofa, closing her eyes.
I felt sorry for Sylvia for the first time, it seemed unthinkable that situations like this should happen to such a nice girl. Then again I knew the sisters never helped out with housework. If they did, they could at least clean up after themselves.
I took another look at the mess and it really irked me. Resigning myself to my weird pet peeve, I told Sylvia don’t worry, I’ll do what I can.
Sylvia : No need, haha, I’m sorry , I don’t mean to ask you to clean up.
She laughed genuinely for the first time that evening.
James : It’s ok, I can’t sleep anyway. Pass my bed time.
Sylvia : No need la James, i’ll take care of it. It’s really ok.
I just smile and stood up, brushing her on her hair saying it’s ok.
Right about then Gillian came out of the bathroom , drying her hair with the towel.
She just spoke in the direction of Sylvia.
Gillian : So ? Did it work ?
I turned to look at the girls and Sylvia gave a rather embarrassing nod, trying to stifle her smile.
Gillian : See ! I told you so . haha.
Sylvia burst out laughing again as her sister joined her on the sofa.
Gillian : I told sis that I have a way to make her laugh and get the housework done but she didn’t believed me.
Gillian : She just need to tell you about the weekend maid and you’ll take care of the rest..
I wanted to strangle Gillian but she gave me a stupid look and I burst out laughing, shaking my head.
Sylvia : Sorry James, we’re just joking. Go and rest.
James : It’s ok. I’ll take a look and see how can we start.
I pointed to Gillian and said she’s helping as well.
I got a stuck out tongue as a reply before I went to clear up the dishes on the table.
2.15am
Sylvia went to wash up , leaving me and Gillian in the kitchen.
After Gillian checked that Sylvia’s in the shower, she came back to me in pouted lips, saying she’s sorry that she made me do the cleaning up.
I pretended to ignore her and she pouted even further before getting down on her knees.
She started to reach for my pants and zip before I relented.
James : Hey hey hey… ok … ok… siao ar.
Gillian : You’re ignoring me..
James : I’m fine … I’m fine.. wait your sister come out how ?
She got back up on her feet smiling and headed to the room saying she’s going to sleep.
Gillian : Oh by the way, I was never going to do it. You haven showered for the whole day.
She stuck out her tongue again before running into the room.
I shook my head and finished up the last of the dishes.
2.30am
I briefly cleared the kitchen, taking out the trash but there still seemed a lot to be done.
I went to the yard and I was shocked to see the amount of clothes that were left unwashed.
3 Baskets full and some spill overs were just left on the floor, pants, shirts, lingeries, stockings, you name it.
Curious observation though, I noticed they were all Sylvia’s clothes.
Sylvia joined me in the yard when she saw me standing motionless at the entrance.
Sylvia : Sorry James, just erm.. leave those. I’ll take care of it.
I told her it’s late, we should all rest and think about it tomorrow.
I went to wash up and I saw Sylvia sitting on the sofa when I’m done.
I went over and sat down beside her.
She made space for me, shifting to the long settee and straighten her legs, leaning back with a cushion propped behind her.
The bruise on her face look a little worse but it’ll heal.
I was surprised it took me that long to noticed what she was wearing. She was in her old PE attire from her secondary school. The top looked a little short but still fit her well, not too tight but I could see her back and tummy whenever she made big movements.
My eye drifted to the scgs logo which was already rather faded on her shorts when Sylvia started talking.
Her legs still looked good, unharmed in her skirmish with Joe, how can anyone bear to cause harm to such a lovely body.
Her shorts were short, real short, and for a while I was thinking is she wearing any undies.
Then suddenly my eyes caught sight of something that sent blood rushing to my manhood.
Sylvia was trying to reach for another cushion which I assumed was for her to place over her privates and I saw the pointed tip of her nipple, pushing against her old PE shirt.
Just that flash of headlights caused a spike in my hormones, my mind drifting to the videos I’m seen of my sister in law.
We chatted for a while and Sylvia said she’s changing the lock tomorrow. She can’t sleep thinking that Joe might be walking through the door when she’s asleep.
2.45am
Our conversation came to a slower pace, each of us taking longer to speak after the other had ended our sentences.
2.50am
Perhaps it was a moment of anger or a surge of emotions, Sylvia became rather angry.
Sylvia : Tell me James… how can I have my money back ?
I did not know what to say and I just kept quiet.
She carried on her rantings for a while before she calmed down.
I could feel her trying to calm herself with deep breaths of air.
And then she finally spoke in a soft measured voice.
Sylvia : I’m upset James , why is this happening to me ?
Then from out of nowhere, she spoke some chilling words that made me look at her a little differently.
Sylvia : I want revenge James.
Then we were both quiet.
After a minute or 2, I decided to say something to end our conversation .
James : I’ll help you.
Sylvia looked surprised and our eyes met and she asked how.
James : First…
I paused for her attention and I drew her gaze towards the injured toes.
James : You Wriggle your toes.
Sylvia burst out laughing , hitting me on my left arm which was nearer to her.
Sylvia : you very funny la James, haha. No wonder Gillian always so happy.
As the laughter died down, I told her it’s late and we should all go rest.
James : Don’t think so much, what has happened already happened.
I saw the corner of one of the plaster peeling off and I reached forward to stick it properly into place.
I stood up, offering my hand to pull her up from the couch and she took it.
I rotated her to face the corridor with my hands on her shoulders, with a gentle push and nudge, I guided Sylvia towards her room.
She paused outside the guest room where Gillian was in and turned towards me.
Sylvia : Can I sleep with my sister ?
I opened the door and went into the room with her.
Gillian’s already asleep, buried under the blanket as far as I could see in the rather dim room.
I grabbed my laptop and told her I’ll take the living room.
Sylvia : Don’t la. If you don’t mind you can take the bed in my room.
I just nodded and closed the door behind me as I left the 2 sisters alone.
I struggled a little with my decision. Then thought of being to sleep in Sylvia’s bed, to smell the pillow which she laid on every night, to be covered with the same blanket is too tempting. Yet I must be logical in my decision.
I gave up the bed but instead I took a pillow. I went for the one on the side which I saw Sylvia sleeping on few months ago and cautiously took a whiff. It smelled exactly like her, her unmistakable womanly scent.
I brought it out to the living room and almost immediately knocked out when I hit the sofa.
7.00am
My biological alarm rang and I felt a little ache on my back as I struggled to open my eyes. Although I was feeling rather exhausted, I knew once I wake up, it’s hard for me to fall asleep again.
I washed up in the guest bathroom and made coffee after I collected the papers.
7.30am
Sylvia came out and I was halfway through the news.
James : Morning.
Sylvia : Morning.
I saw her head towards the window at the living room, stretching herself as she looked down the estate into the courtyard below. The higher her hands reached up, the corresponding amount of her lower back I saw.
Damm those PE attire is fucking with my mind early in the morning.
I did not know if Sylvia noticed the conditions of her shorts, it must have shifted or moved or whatever the hell you call it, it rode pretty high up, almost to the point it looked like a wedgie, but from my view, it looked like a really gorgeous and tight package waiting to be unwrapped.
I quickly turned away when Sylvia walked towards me, pretending to be interested in the news.
She took a seat across me and I offered her coffee.
7.45 am
After some small talks I went to the yard and was about to start on the laundry when I realised that there were no detergent and no softener.
I opened and checked the cupboards, all I could find was a bottle of mama lemon.
I can’t wash her clothes with that.
I took a piece of paper and briefly wrote down a shopping list which I think Sylvia would need and I went over to the dining table.
8.00am
James : Sylvia, I need some stuff, do you happen to have them ?
I pushed the list across the table , she took a brief look at the list and asked.
Sylvia : What is softlan ?
My mouth gapped opened before she hit me with that list of paper.
Sylvia : I’m kidding. Haha. Gimme a minute.
8.05am
Sylvia came out of the room with her wallet and her phone, but she was still in her secondary school PE attire. What was different was I noticed a light blue coloured bra that seemed a little obvious from her white t-shirt.
Sylvia : let’s go .
I burst out laughing and asked if she’s sure.
James : Haha, are you going out like that ?
Sylvia took a look at her dressing and asked what’s wrong
Sylvia : Looks ok what, I don’t have much clothes left anyway. It’s all in the pile in the yard.
I offered to go on my own as I could managed but Sylvia insisted to join me.
She did not want me to pay for the shopping.
8.10am
It felt a little weird walking out of the estate with my sister in law that Friday morning. I saw a few pairs of eyes on us as we chatted along the small street towards East point.
I felt my dick pushing constantly against my pants, ok not my pants, but Joe’s pants since I borrowed from his wardrobe.
Sylvia looked good, cute in fact. Her hair was tied up and the colourful flip flops made her look younger than she really was.
It might sound like a good scenario, walking with a girl in her old pe attire during a weekday morning, but don’t forget the bruise she had on her left lip.
It seemed to have swell a little more overnight.
There were visible bruises on her arms as well.
Sylvia paid no notice to them and I tried my best to ignore it as well, although the eyes that greeted me were not as kind.
I bet someone almost call the cops about a guy and a young girl in uniforms which looked like she was abused.
As we near the traffic light to go across to the mall, our conversation stopped and the silence was a little awkward. I racked my brain to think of something to jump start the chat and something came into my mind.
Right after crossing, I spoke as we passed by the outdoor café.
James : Feels weird eh, walking with a secondary school girl to the mall on a weekday morning.
Sylvia laughed and replied as we passed through the mall’s auto door.
Sylvia : How would anyone believe I’m still in school… old already.
James : Not true, you look good in your uniforms… sorry, I meant pe attire.
It was a slip of my tongue and thankfully Sylvia paid no note to it.
Sylvia : Haha, rubbish la James, I feel so old and distant from my school days.
James : Nonsense, you looked just like a school going girl..
We went into the supermarket and I got a trolley. I bought a small trolley as well as I have no intention of lugging detergents all the way back.
8.50am
Sylvia did not really know what was required and she let me do the shopping. I filled the cart with the things which I felt was needed. I stocked up a little on canned food and noodles as well. I considered buying some fresh vegetables but thought the better of it.
I chose some fruits which are easy to go down as a snack and I got bread and spreads as well for breakfast.
Milk, yogurt followed shortly after and we got into queue.
As the items were being scanned, I whispered into Sylvia’s ears.
James : Ask for a packet of Dunhill menthol for me.
She gave me a look before placing an order form the auntie who was doing the scanning.
The auntie paused for a moment, unsure of whether to get her the smokes. I definitely looked above 18 but the request came from a bruised girl in pe attire.
As the auntie passed the yogurt across the scanner, she asked for Sylvia’s IC.
Sylvia smiled broke into a grin, saying it’s ok.
Sylvia : Nevermind auntie, don’t want already.
She proceeded to pay for the purchase and we left the mall together.
We spent some time arranging the groceries into the shopping cart I bought and left the mall.
After crossing the traffic light, I finally asked.
James : So…. Happy ? haha
I could see she was smiling shyly and she refused to look at me.
Sylvia : You are full of nonsense James .
James : No I’m not. Haha
9.05am
I unloaded the shopping in the kitchen and Sylvia went to check on Gillian in the room before coming out to say she was still out cold.
We sat down for 2nd round of coffee and this time round we had bread to go along with it.
9.20am
My phone rang and I went aside to speak with my boss who called to ask me what’s wrong.
Boss : Oei James , what’s wrong ?
James : Sorry ar, a bit of family matters.
Boss : Mai kay kay go interview hor, anything we can talk.
I laughed and reassured him that I’m not, it’s really a personal matter.
I was not surprised he called, afterall I have never been away from work before for the past 3 years unless I’m on holiday. Being a small family run business, he kept an eagle’s eye over all his staff.
9.30am
Gillian woke up and joined us at the table. Shortly after they retreated into the room again.
I left the girls to talk and I went to the yard.
It felt a little different that day to look at that pile of worn and unwashed clothes belonging to Sylvia, it felt a little more arousing compared to the first time I laid eyes on them few hours ago.
I knelt down and took the first piece off the basket. I saw some of her undies intertwined with her pants, sometimes skirts, and one that was tangled with her stockings. There were tights as well, her undies unglamorously twisted into the fabric in her attempt to take it off.
I felt my dick rise to the occasion, my mind tempting me to indulge myself yet at the back of my head I was worried about the girls coming out suddenly.
The room door was not close, and they could pop out of my blindspot any moment, I felt dejected, such a good harvest of treasure, yet I could not enjoy them.
I took my time to sort out the laundry, the dark coloured pants and jeans, the light coloured tops and blouses, the lingerie of course, socks, sports bra, running tops and singlets. That was perhaps the first time in my life I sorted laundry pieces with an erected manhood.
It took me a good 20 minutes to sort through the piles of laundry and I was perspiring by the time I was done.
9.50am
Right when I was about to load in the first batch of clothes, Gillian came running out with her phone in hand.
She said her dad is coming over at 12.30pm, we should be going for lunch together,
I heard Gillian tell her mum over the phone to pack some clothes for her and Sylvia as they have a bit of supply issue at the moment.
I loaded the first batch of dark coloured clothings into the wash.
10.40am
When the melody sounded for the first cycle, Sylvia joined me at the yard as I taught her how to use her own washing machine. We loaded up the second batch of darks together and I told her I’ll leave the lights to her later.
The dryer got working and the sun was great that morning.
11.30 am
I watched Sylvia load in the first batch of light coloured laundry and gave an applause when she’s done.
She laughed and hit me on my arm.
James : Well done girl ! You deserve a Tiger.
Sylvia : don’t be silly. Haha
Gillian helped a little with the laundry and we hung up all those that we could onto the poles, loaded as much as we can into the dryer, even the living room was not spared, with hangers hanging from the TV console and display cabinets.
The 2nd batch of lights went in next before the 3 of us looked at the pile of lingerie together.
Gillian : Sis, you got to be kidding me man. That’s a lot.
Sylvia : Usually the weekend Auntie bao everything for us. Not cheap leh.
James : Wah, how much you paying her ?
Sylvia : About 150. For 3.5 hours.
James : Wah ! You kena kotok is it ? so ex ar. Why not you pay me 150. I come every weekend.
I meant it as a joke of course but Sylvia seemed like she was actually considering my suggestion.
Sylvia : Hmmm.. might as well let own people earn hor, better.
I shook my head and asked if she knew how to deal with the remaining pile and she said ok.
Althought i would have loved to help with the pile but i had no intention of revealing my fetish.
She seemed a little embarrassed at the sight as well. How many sister in law will be engaged in a conversation with their brother in law about a pile of unwashed lingerie.
12.20pm
I sat in the living room with an apple alone and I slowly took in the whole house, there was the sudden thought of being alone in this place. All the nooks and cronies for me to explore, it’s not a big place but there were still so many aspects of this apartment that I have not gotten my hands on.
There was the small study which I haven been inside before, there was the storeroom which I’m sure had some secrets in it.
Then there’s the big wardrobe in the masterbed room, the amount of private information it holds, the dressing table, the master bath.
Every room, different stories.
12.30pm
The girls’ dad arrived at 12.30pm that afternoon with a bag of clothes for his daughters, I was working on my laptop in the living room.
There was a commanding presence when he entered the house. The girls seemed to quiet down a little and they sat at the table.
My father in law to be was very straight forward and he said he’s taking the girls out to lunch to have a talk.
He did not mention I was invited and I did not ask.
12.55 pm
The girls washed up got changed, looking closer to their age once out of their pyjamas.
Sylvia passed me a set of keys, reminded me to lock the door if I’m heading out.
Before she left , she added a quick whisper
Sylvia : bolt the door James , I don’t want Joe in the house.
I nodded and watch them enter the lift.
I bolted the door, leaving me alone with a pile of Sylvia’s unwashed lingerie, socks and running gear.
And of course, the privacy , and the freedom to slowly explore the place.
That was the moment I really knew I had an angel looking out for me somewhere high above.
I stood facing the corridor, considering my next move, unsure how long should i wait in case they came back for something they missed.
I stood like a block, pacing up and down the corridor, feeling a little lost.
Then a sudden calm came over me.
1.00 pm
I entered the masterbed room.
And i knelt down in front of the PE attire Sylvia just ditched moments ago.
I brought it up slowly , feeling the texture of the fabric, sick thoughts started hitting me again as i felt my manhood rise.
I would never forget that afternoon in Sylvia’s place. I felt like a kid in a candy stall.
The pe shirt was flipped inside out, and I righted it before placing it nicely on the bed. I brought up the bra as well, taking a close look at it’s design. It felt surreal, holding the very bra that Sylvia wore out just hours before. The bra looked old, the light blue a little discoloured, it must have been in the deep recess of the wardrobe for a while already.
I pressed the bra cup to my nose, smelling the interior of the pad, feeling a little ashamed that a grown man like me is doing such an act, I can’t explain, yet amidst the shame and guilt, I felt this satisfying and warm feeling creeping up from my groin.
Am I the only sick person that finds this arousing ?
I slowly slid the bra along my nose, taking my time to reach the part where it would be the closest to the armpits near the side straps. Just like people who prefer certain cuts of their meat, I too have my preference as to which area I like to put my nose too for a bra.
There was no musty smell, perhaps a bit of the ‘old clothes left alone for too long’ kinda scent , but most of it is permeated with Sylvia’s bodily scent which I seemed to have gotten addicted to .
I lifted up the opening of the PE t-shirt, trying my best to place and position the bra near the chest area. Although it was not as full and round as it would have been when Sylvia was wearing it, the simple bulge created by the bra underneath quickened my breathing for some morbid reason.
I bit my lips as I reached for Sylvia’s worn undies. It was a little damp, wet in fact but I reckon it was probably water. The shorts too had a few patches which seemed a little damp, she must have dropped them on the floor in the bathroom when she showered or changed.
I loved the feel of her undies in my hand, and I did not waste time bringing it to my nose. I could detect faint smell of pee, perhaps a careless drop, or a powerful sneeze. There was what I assumed to be the smell of her love juice as well, a foreign sweet scent that I detected, although there was the possibility that my mind was just fucking with me.
I covered my face with her shorts and felt the cool fabric settling on my face, I tried to breathe through the shorts , the fabric sticking to my nostril with each inhale.
I adjusted the tshirt with the hidden bra higher onto the bed and place the shorts below. Using my left cheek, I pretended it was Sylvia who was lying on the bed and I gently rub and grinded my left cheek against what would have been her right breast.
My right hand wrapped her damp undies around my manhood and I started to pleasure myself.
It was hardly a min, perhaps 2 before I lost interest in what I was doing, I needed new challenges, I wanted fresh excitements.
Then the perverse thoughts of wearing Sylvia’s underwear ran through my head. It was not the first time I’m having these thoughts, yet I knew for sure I’m not a gay.
I don’t consider myself a sissy or an ah gua too , but I couldn’t explain why I felt like doing it. I never had the urge to do this to Gillian’s panties, I’ve had access to them for years.
I could not have been thinking straight as I stripped myself of my clothes. The air felt cooler than before as I stood naked in the masterbed room.
My dick stood erected, throbbing with blood and excitement as I put one leg into the opening of Sylvia’s damp underwear.
I started to drag it upwards, the moisture, the feel of the dampness, the caress of the cotton undies against my leg is indescribable. It was a feeling I never felt before.
I did not realise I had stopped breathing through my nose until Sylvia’s panty reached my groin, I was considering putting my other leg through the opening, wearing the underwear fully but I was afraid I would spoil it.
I stretched the underwear a little, using the area which would have covered Sylvia’s privates to cup over my manhood. It felt like I was in actual contact with the moist nether region of my sister in law.
I lifted up the pe shirt with the bra underneath and started to caress my face with it again.
1.15pm
I did not know if it was my stroking or it’s the added effect of Sylvia’s underwear, I felt the end approaching and I needed to release.
I was considering where and how I could give myself a grand finale and I couldn’t decide on a suitable one.
1.20pm
I dropped Sylvia’s clothes back onto the floor, making sure to arrange them back as best as I could and I left her room in search of more interesting and sick things to do.
Needless to say, I headed straight to the pile of unwashed lingerie. I lifted the whole basket and I went into her masterbed room again.
I did not want to empty it onto the bed so I chose a carpeted corner and sat down. I had no plans to buy 4D that week as I sat crosslegged facing Sylvia’s full length mirror. In one swift move, I emptied the basket of worn, unwashed lingerie onto my head.
I was assaulted with a myriad of textures, smooth, silky, damp, you name it. It was a wonderful smell, so arousing and sensual. I did not care about anything or what I was grabbing as I laid down on the carpeted floor, I brought a handful of lingerie to my face, pressing them down hard as I took in deep breaths and stared wanking myself off.
Fuck that had to be the sickest thing I ever done in my life.
I did not last long and the familiar sense of orgasm began creeping into my pelvis.
I stuffed one dark coloured lacy boyshorts into my mouth forcing myself to gag on her worn undies as I quickly wrapped one of Sylvia’s sports bra around my dick.
That sourish ache suddenly became too much to bear and I shot a warm load into the cup of her sports bra as I moaned and groaned out loud in Sylvia’s room, surrounded by her weeks of unwashed undergarments.
1.30pm
I sat up, feeling a little giddy and silly.
I felt much better after shooting my load, and instantly I reflected on what I just did.
Fucking sick was how I would describe it.
I tried to wipe the mess off the bra before I piled everything back into the basket and returned it to the yard.
1.45pm
After a drink of water, I decided to do a bit of exploration.
I opened the master wardrobe and slowly made my way through Joe and Sylvia’s personal belongings.
Joe still had quite a bit of clothes left hanging compared to Sylvia, she really seemed to have exhausted quite a bit of her inventory.
I found a drawer which should have been locked, but the key was left hanging. I slid open the drawer and saw red empty boxes, boxes which would have contained the gold pieces Sylvia wore on her wedding. I saw an empty rolex box, no doubt belonging to Joe but god knows where the watch landed up.
There were some loose foreign currency, the denominations were not big.
Wedding cert, passports and some insurance documents.
I opened another drawer and saw a stack of colourful letters.
I felt my heart sank as I read through the letters Joe wrote many moons ago to Sylvia. The whispers of a sweet future, the thoughts and promises of growing old together sounded a little distant now that things came this far.
There were pictures of them during their courtship, some printed stickers, polaroid taken at a restaurant, even Halloween pictures in a club.
Several of Joe’s letters were done origami style, unfolding them revealed the content within.
I replaced the letters and I continued my search.
2.00pm
I entered the masterbath to see another pile of clothes hanging behind the door. Apparantly Sylvia did not think to bring out these to the yard.
I looked through the products Sylvia uses, her facial foam, her cleanser, toner, even the brand of her toothpaste.
I brushed my teeth using the pink toothbrush on the countertop, praying Joe did not have a preference for Pink.
I saw a good tangle of hair near the floor trap, no doubt a good deal of it belonged to Sylvia but i had no idea what to do with it.
2.10pm
I entered the study, and I power up the pc. While waiting for the screen to load up, I flipped through documents, and folders, trying to see if there were any interesting information of note.
It was password protected
I dropped Sylvia an sms, asking if I could borrow her printer and scanner to do some work .
5 mins later she replied ok.
I waited a while longer before sending another message saying that it’s ok, I’ll wait for her to be back as there’s a password.
I got another text a few minutes later.
Sylvia sms : Try SylviaandJoe
I entered the text and viola, I’m in
I quickly took some documents and did a scan, wanting to clock my usage of the scanner around the same time I asked for the access. I printed a couple of useless documents from my web mail too.
2.20pm
I explored the hardisk, trying to find anything interesting of note.
I plugged in every usb in the drawer, checking out the content.
Nothing
I was just about to call it a day when I noticed an external drive that was connected via one of the ports was not powered on.
I traced for the cable to see it unplugged.
I powered up the drive and waited for it to load.
It was a backup of work documents, holiday photos and emails.
I opened every folder, making sure I did not miss anything and I was well rewarded.
There was one folder
It contained one word document.
It says ‘ dates ‘
I opened it and inside was a list of figures and dates.
It took me a moment to fully understand what it meant.
I checked the date on the computer.
1st October 2010
I checked back the list of the dates, with the latest entry being July 2010.
It seemed Joe and Sylvia were trying for a baby before everything came crashing down.
I sat back against the chair, knowing full well when my sister is law is having her menses.
I concluded 2 things from that notepad.
First , I knew she hasn’t had sex for at least 3 months if the notepad was accurate.
Second, i did a rough count and concluded 1st of October 2010 was not just children’s day.
It was also Sylvia’s ovulation day.
I shut down the pc and returned everything to the way it was, making sure I left no evidences behind that I went through the drawers and the rest of the study.
I felt a weird sense of excitement as my mind mentally file away and think of the possibilities with the information I have.
2.50pm
I was feeling a little hungry and I had some more bread from breakfast.
I took another look at the kitchen again, I’ve probably looked through in general what the cupboards and cabinets hold but there was still a small area I missed out.
There was an old basket which I noticed earlier on the bar counter. It was an old rattan basket, with a unmatching lid made of plastc. It was tucked all the way into the corner of the bar counter, beside some coasters and glass.
I opened the basket and found a mess of medicine, pills, syrups.
I was about to put it back where it was when another idea ran through my head. I quickly checked the dates of the prescriptions, looking for the latest ones.
There was one which was dated barely 3 weeks ago for Sylvia.
I dug further and I found a half finished bottle of cough syrup together with the flu pills and some lozenges for sore throat.
I felt a weird tingling sensation when I saw the label which warned against operating machinery when on medication.
3.15pm
I was on the sofa, drafting some mails when I heard the keys at the door. I got up and went to unbolt the main door and let the girls back in.
My father in law to be went to get himself a glass of water before joining us at the dining table.
The mood was a little tensed; the girls just stared blankly at their fingers.
When my father in law spoke, he did it in a calm measured voice, I was expecting him to be raving and shouting, that he wanted to kill Joe for laying his hands on Sylvia, but I was wrong.
He gave me a brief summary of what was discussed with the girls over lunch.
He tried getting Joe on his phone but there was no answer and eventually it was off, he wanted me to try Joe instead, and to inform him that all parties should sit down and have a talk.
I was surprised when he asked me how I felt about this matter. I was pretty sure he just wanted to test my reaction.
I took a moment to consider before giving my reply.
James : I agree all parties should sit down and sort this out, I will try to get hold of Joe in the meantime.
I was about to continue further when my father in law suddenly cut in with a sentence, something he rarely did.
FIL : What exactly happened to Joe do you know ? He was not someone who would lay his hands on my daughter.
James : Ermm. I’m not sure what went wrong and it’s quick unthinkable that Joe would actually do that. I … ermm.. donno what to say.
FIL : James, I accepted you into the family and I want to be up front about this, nothing like this should ever happen you understand ? We can sort things out, but getting physical is not the way to solve the matter.
I nodded my head and agree.
My father in law went on , saying that he expects Sylvia to come up with a decision about this matter within a week.
If she wants a divorce, he’ll want the whole matter concluded as soon as possible.
In the meantime, he wanted Sylvia to move back to his place.
I nodded again, my mind barely focusing much on the conversation, instead I drifted to the basket of worn lingerie. Even today I could not understand why is my mind so F up.
I snapped back when Sylvia started to speak.
Sylvia : James, I told dad that I would prefer to stay here, this is my place afterall, and that if sis is ok, she’ll stay here with me for a while.
I nodded my head again, I have no objections towards the matter, after all, Simei is so much nearer to Bedok where I stayed, the amount of travelling time I could save after meeting Gillian is staggering.
James : Ok. I think with Gillian here, at least you have some company.
Sylvia went to say she’ll be getting the locksmith over this afternoon to change the lock but I told her don’t waste the money, I’ll just buy one from homefix and replace the existing one on the metal gate.
That should be more than enough.
The conversation went on a little while longer before everyone fell into an awkward silence.
4pm
When the clock struck 4, I felt as if my fairy godmother had just descended into the apartment. There were no bright blinking lights and flashes of sparkles though, perhaps just a light wave of her wand.
No, the 2 sisters did not suddenly decided to a striptease, my father in law did not magically disappear.
It was the words which came from Gillian which caused a moment of disorientation .
Gillian : Dear ar, we were wondering if you be ok staying over with us for a week in the meantime.
I felt 3 pairs of eyes on me and as much as I wanted to just and wave my hands in the air, I had to keep myself composed.
I just nodded my head meekly, trying to make sure there were no wide grin or smiles on my face.
My mind already started to wander, drifting into la la land.
Although it’s for a week, I felt aroused at what that meant.
Does it mean I get to watch Tv with Sylvia in the evening ?
Perhaps see her coming out of the shower, drying her hair, smiling at me ?
Have breakfast together in the morning perhaps ?
It felt surreal, a little weird in fact, and I was so sure my fairy godmother was somewhere in the apartment, waving and waving her wand.
Sylvia : Sorry to trouble you ar James, just that I think it would be good at least if sis and you were around. Dad’s agreeable too.
We concluded the arrangements and the girls left the table.
My father in law got up and asked me to join him for a walk.
4.15pm
The afternoon was humid and the air felt heavy, other than some casual chat, we did not speak much until we reached the pool.
My father in law saw down at the deck chair and I took the one opposite him.
I was expecting more lectures but I was surprised when he said he’s going to get a PI to get hold of Joe.
I was even more surprised that he said he’s fully supportive of the divorce and he no longer wanted Joe near Sylvia.
James : But I thought you said you’re leaving the decision to Sylvia.
FIL : I will not allow the man who hit my daughter and emptied her account to be part of the family.
He went on to say he knew his daughter well, from the looks of it, she was also giving up on the relationship.
He asked me if I knew something was wrong with Joe before all this happened and I told him honestly that Joe borrowed money frequently from me as well.
He nodded, staring into the pool.
He asked if I knew where Joe lived exactly and I nodded. I couldn’t give the exact address but I could describe the place and remembered the unit.
FIL : Sylvia refused to tell me where he used to stay. I knew the estate but not the exact unit.
I saw him took a deep breath before we concluded the conversation.
He said he needed to make a move, and that he’ll be in touch if he needed more information. I nodded and watched him walk towards the carpark.
I was curious all along what my father in law did for a living because he hardly spoke about his job. The words he used were usually just government jobs, boring, pushing documents whenever the topic arises.
I had my suspicions, especially when I heard a few guys called him ‘sir’ during the phototaking part of Sylvia and Joe’s wedding.
He did not really talk about his day at work and I knew from Gillian that his dad was in the military but I did not know exactly which branch or unit he works in.
4.30pm
I went back to the apartment and I saw the girls chatting softly as they hung around the Yard. Gillian just watched as Sylvia started dumping her worn lingerie into the washing machine.
I felt my erection coming as pictures and thoughts of what I did with that basket of treasures moments ago floated through my mind.
I was about to walk away but I quickly backtracked and went towards the Yard.
James : Oei oei oei…. Use the laundry bag.
The girls looked back and me before laughing and started emptying the washing machine again.
Gillian : Dear, how come you know so much about housework ar..
I ignored her and walked away as I replied.
James : I started learning the day I found out you knew nothing about it.
I heard the girls laugh as I went to grab some of my stuff to head back home. I needed to bring some clothes over , perhaps a small luggage for my one week holiday.
I was contemplating getting more MCs, the next week, perhaps more urgent leave, but that’s sure to drive my boss nuts.
As I gathered up my clothes, the girls popped into the guest room and Gillian quickly pushed it to her sis to break the news.
Gillian : Sis got something to ask you James. Haha.
Sylvia looked a little embarrassed when she asked if she could sleep with Gillian in the guest room during that period.
I was about to agree when she quickly added.
Sylvia : If you and Gillian wanted some ‘alone’ time, I can go down to the pool and read a book.
She stressed the ‘alone’ part a little obviously and Gillian gave her a push, putting her out of the frame of the door, away from sight.