SISTER IN LAW(1)

Mira stood at the kitchen counter, rinsing the last of the dinner plates. The house felt too large and too quiet with Daniel away for the next ten days. She had already worked late three evenings in a row just to avoid coming home to the empty rooms. Tonight she had given up and cooked anyway, a simple meal she barely touched.

The doorbell rang just after nine.

She dried her hands on the dish towel and walked to the front door. Kevin had texted earlier saying he’d drop off the spare key Daniel had asked him to hold. She hadn’t expected him this late.

When she opened the door, Kevin stood under the porch light in a dark grey hoodie and jeans, one hand in his pocket. He looked tired after his long hospital shift. His hair was slightly damp from the light rain.

“Hey,” he said. “Sorry it’s late.”

“It’s fine,” Mira replied, stepping aside. “Come in.”

He wiped his shoes before entering. The familiar woody scent of his cologne drifted past her. Mira locked the door, the small click sounding louder than usual in the quiet house.

“Want something to drink?” she asked.

“Beer’s good.”

She handed him a cold bottle. Their fingers brushed. Kevin leaned against the counter and took a sip while Mira wiped down an already clean surface. The silence between them felt thick, charged.

“How’s the trip going?” he asked.

“Daniel says the meetings are back-to-back. He sounded exhausted.”

Kevin nodded. “He always pushes too hard.”

Mira shrugged. “That’s Daniel.”

They moved to the living room after the second beer. Mira sat on the couch, legs tucked beneath her. Kevin eventually joined her, leaving a careful space at first. They talked about his rotation schedule, a surprising patient recovery, the flooding roads. At some point Mira laughed at one of his dry comments, and the sound surprised even her.

Kevin’s eyes lingered on her mouth.

The rain grew heavier outside. The living room lamp cast a warm glow. Mira became aware of how close they were sitting now. She could see the faint stubble on his jaw, the small scar above his left eyebrow.

“You look tired,” he said quietly.

“So do you.”

He reached over and brushed a strand of hair from her cheek. The touch lingered. Mira’s pulse quickened. When he leaned in, the first kiss was soft, testing. Then deeper. She kissed him back, one hand resting against his chest.

Kevin’s hand slid to the back of her neck, fingers threading into her hair. Mira shifted closer until her breasts pressed against him through the thin fabric of her tank top. His other hand slipped under her top, palm spreading across her bare lower back. She shivered at the contact.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, giving her an out. She didn’t take it.

Kevin kissed her harder, tongue meeting hers. He pushed her tank top up. Mira lifted her arms so he could remove it. Cool air touched her bare breasts before his mouth did. He licked and sucked one nipple while his fingers teased the other. Mira’s hips moved restlessly.

He moved lower, kissing down her stomach. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her lounge pants and panties. Mira lifted her hips. He slid them down her legs.

Kevin spread her thighs and lowered his head. The first slow lick up her center made her exhale sharply. He took his time, tongue working her clit with steady strokes while two fingers slid inside her, curling just right. Mira’s hand gripped his hair as pleasure built fast and hot. She came on his tongue, thighs trembling, a broken moan escaping her lips.

When he moved back up, Mira reached for his belt with unsteady hands. She freed his cock. Thick, heavy, already leaking. She stroked him slowly while he kissed her again, letting her taste herself.

Kevin positioned himself between her legs. The blunt head of his cock nudged against her slick entrance. He pushed in slowly, stretching her open inch by inch. Mira’s nails dug into his shoulders at the intense fullness. When he bottomed out, they both paused, breathing hard against each other’s skin.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

He started to move in sow, deep thrusts that made her feel every inch. Mira wrapped her legs around his waist, heels pressing into his back. The rhythm gradually built. The wet sounds of him fucking her mixed with the steady rain outside. Mira moaned openly now, lost in the sensation.

Kevin shifted the angle, hitting a spot that made her cry out. He drove into her harder, relentless.

Just as Mira felt another orgasm starting to crest, the sound of the front door opening cut through the room.