My sister in law

The first time my sister-in-law Eva flirted with me was on a bitterly cold winter day, while she was helping me straighten up a recently vacated apartment in a building my elderly mother owned. She had trudged down the street bundled in layers, braving the Midwestern freeze just to lend a hand, knowing I wanted the flat rented by February 1st.

My older brother Jim had been out of town since just after the holidays, picking up contract work on the West Coast after being laid off. That left Eva home with the kids—18 months, 3, and 7—spread between daycare and school. Jim was a big guy who trusted her completely. He never minded traveling for work, even though he sometimes described their adventurous sex life to me in detail, almost as if to underline how secure he felt.

I was a recently divorced, closeted bisexual man, and it didn’t surprise me when Jim half-jokingly told me to “keep an eye on things” while he was gone. He’d laughed and said, “You suck too much dick to keep a woman happ