Dangerous Desires (13 page)

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itting alone in the lounge, her guilt tearing her apart, Annabelle jumped as the phone rang.

S If it was Brian, she’d tell him to fuck off, she decided. The last thing she needed was her ex-husband threatening her. Wondering why Dave hadn’t been in touch as she grabbed the receiver, she realized that she needed someone to talk to about her immense guilt.

“Hi,” Carole said as Annabelle pressed the receiver to her ear. “I thought you said that Tom had given you the curtains?”

“Yes, he ... Yes, that’s right,” Annabelle replied confusedly.

“Annabelle, they’re still in the back of his car. He said that he forgot to give them to you.”

“Oh, I ...”

“Annabelle, what’s going on?”

“What do you mean? Nothing’s going on.”

“You sounded strange on the phone earlier. You said that you were thinking of putting the curtains in the lounge. They’re kitchen curtains with pastel drawings of fruit. You hadn’t even seen them, Annabelle.”

“I’m sorry, Carole. I’m not with it today.”

“What happened when Tom was there?”

“Nothing happened. Look, I didn’t sleep very well last night. To make matters worse, Brian’s been ringing me again.”

“When did he ring?”

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“Er ... This morning.”

“Annabelle, why are you lying?”

“I’m not lying.”

“You obviously haven’t heard that Brian’s gone to Spain for a holiday.”

“He didn’t mention it when he rang.”

“He didn’t phone, did he?”

“Carole, he rang me this morning. Why would I lie about it?”

“You tell me. So, what happened when Tom was there?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Carole. Tom brought the armchair round. He didn’t stay long. In fact, he didn’t even want a cup of coffee.”

“I know that he was there when I phoned you, Annabelle. You’re obviously hiding something, and I intend to find out what.”

As Carole hung up, Annabelle sighed. Biting her lip, she wished she’d said nothing about the curtains, or lied about Brian ringing her that morning. As if her guilt wasn’t enough, she now had to deal with her sister’s suspicions. Using the power to influence Tom had been a grave mistake, she knew as she pondered on calling Carole. What would she say? she wondered. How could she explain about the curtains? Deciding to leave it for a while, she was thankful that Tom wouldn’t have to lie to his wife. He couldn’t be caught out as he had no recollection of his adulterous act.

“Shit,” Annabelle breathed, imagining Carole discovering Tom’s stash of panties. Carole would recognize the miniskirt, she knew as she paced the lounge floor. Tom’s obsession was going to have to be dealt with, she reflected. More than an obsession, it was a psychological 107

mania. Having an idea, she grabbed the phone and punched in Carole’s number. This might not work, she mused as her sister answered, but it was worth a try.

“Carole, I think I’d better come clean,” she said, forcing a laugh.

“What do you mean?”

“Your birthday ... Don’t tell Tom that I said anything. We were planning something, a surprise.”

“Oh, I see. Well, I ... I’m sorry, Annabelle. I shouldn’t have accused you of lying.”

“That’s OK. You must have thought it odd that I ...”

“The thing is, Tom’s been behaving suspiciously of late.”

“How do you mean?”

“He’s in the other room so I won’t talk about it now. I’m pretty sure that he’s seeing someone.”

“Another woman? No, not Tom.”

“Why not Tom? It happens, Annabelle.”

“Yes but ... Not Tom.”

“If I find out who she is, I’ll kill her. Look, I can’t talk now.”

“Why don’t you come over? We’ll have a chat.”

“All right. Yes, I’ll do that.”

“OK, see you soon.”

Annabelle was off the hook, she was sure. But why was Carole suspicious about Tom?

Another woman? Tom only had eyes for Annabelle, it seemed. Again wondering why she’d never even had an inkling as to Tom’s feeling for her, Annabelle thought about the clothes he’d stolen. Imagining him going up to the bathroom and rummaging through the laundry basket, 108

sneaking into the bedroom and plucking pubic hairs off the sheets, she was surprised that he’d never been found out. Thinking about it, she realized that he’d always gone upstairs whenever he and Carole had visited. The first thing he did was head for the bathroom. Carole had even joked about it on several occasions, concluding that he must have had a weak bladder.

Realizing that the thought of Tom sniffing her soiled panties excited her, Annabelle imagined him wanking his huge cock and shooting out his spunk. There was a damned sight more to her brother-in-law than net the eye, she concluded. Was it a perverted fetish? she wondered. Or did he really have feelings for her? One thing was for sure, Annabelle mused as the front doorbell rang. With the power, she could learn anyone and everyone’s sordid secrets.

“Come in and I’ll make some coffee,” she said, opening the door to her sister.

“Thanks. I know I shouldn‘t be dumping my problems on you, Annabelle. It’s just that

...”

“You’re not dumping your problems on me,” she laughed. “That’s what sisters are for.

Anyway, look at the problems I’ve dumped on you. Coffee?”

“I’ll have tea, please,” Carole replied, sitting at the kitchen table. “I might be wrong about Tom. It’s just that he seems to have changed lately.”

“In what way?”

“Take today, for example. When he got back from seeing you, he ... Oh, I don’t know. He seemed distant.”

“You said that
I
was distant, Carole.”

“Yes, but Tom ... He went straight up to the bathroom when he got in.”

“He probably needed the loo. What’s odd about that?”

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“Nothing, on its own. But he’s always going out to the garage. He spends ages out there and, if I go to see what he’s up to, he looks terribly guilty.”

“If he has another woman, he’d be going out. He wouldn’t be messing about in the garage, would he?”

“He’s hiding something in the garage, I’m sure of it. I’m going to have a good look round out there when I get the chance.”

“I wouldn’t bother, Carole. You and Tom are fine, always have been. You’re the ideal couple, unlike Brian and me.”

“Ideal couple?” she scoffed. “You don’t know the half of it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Tom is ... How can I put it? Tom is mad about sex.”

“Aren’t all men?”

“No, not like Tom. I’ve always found it difficult to talk about such things. Impossible, not difficult.”

“Why talk about this today of all days?”

“What’s special about today?”

“Nothing,” Annabelle murmured. “I just wondered why you’ve suddenly decided to open up.”

“I’ve been thinking about it for some time. I need to talk to someone, and who better than you?”

“OK, so what’s the real problem with Tom?”

“When we have sex, he seems removed. It’s as if his mind is on other things. I’ve often wondered whether he’s thinking about someone else when me make love.”

“That’s not uncommon, Carole. People often fantasise.”

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“
I
don’t,” she returned. “I don’t think about other men when I’m having sex with my husband.”

“Is that what you’ve based your suspicions on? Because Tom seems removed, you reckon that he’s thinking about someone else which, in turn, means that he’s seeing another woman?”

“There’s more to it than that, Annabelle. When you left Brian, Tom seemed to be delighted. No one liked Brian, but the way Tom reacted just wasn’t normal.”

“He was probably pleased that I’d left Brian. Why else would he be delighted?”

“I don’t know. Has he ever made a pass at you?”

“Tom? Of course not. Good God, what a thing to ask.”

“The reason I asked ... He’s mentioned your name, Annabelle.”

“I
am
his sister-in-law.”

“I don’t mean that he’s mentioned you in passing. He’s murmured your name when we’ve been having sex.”

“Oh, I see,” Annabelle breathed.

Pouring the tea, she again wondered why Carole had decided to talk about her problems on the very day Tom had committed adultery. Tom’s fantasising was going to lead to trouble, Annabelle was sure. If Carole searched the garage and discovered Annabelle’s panties ... Sure that she’d be labelled as the other woman, Annabelle decided to ring Tom. She couldn’t let on that she knew of his dirty secret, but she might mention in passing that Carole was in tidy up mode and was planning to clear up the garage.

“You think he’s fantasising about me?” she asked, passing Carole a cup of tea.

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“Of course he is. Why else would he mention your name? He thinks about you when we make love.”

“I suppose so,” Annabelle murmured.

“He first whispered your name ... I’ve never mention this to anyone, not even Tom. It was on our wedding night. We were making love on our wedding night and he whispered your name twice.”

“God, that’s awful. You don’t think that I’ve been ...”

“No, of course not. He’s always had a thing about you, Annabelle.”

“If he has, he’s never even hinted about it to me.”

“You ask me why I mentioned this today of all days. When he got home, he had sperm on his trousers.”

“And you think ...”

“I think that he masturbated.”

“Well ... Is that so bad?”

“No, but he must have masturbated here.”

“Here? In my house?”

“Where else could he have done it? Whenever we’ve visited you, he’s gone straight up to the bathroom. Did he go upstairs when he was here?”

“Er ... Yes, yes he did.”

“When I think that my husband went to your bathroom and fantasised about you while he

... I don’t know what I’m going to do. This is ruining my marriage.”

“Don’t do anything, Carole. OK, so Tom masturbates and fantasises about me. That’s all it is, a fantasy. I wouldn’t worry about it. And you certainly shouldn’t let it ruin your marriage.”

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“You’re right, it’s only a fantasy. But I’m determined to discover what Tom gets up to in the garage. Sometimes, he’s out there for at least an hour. Anyway, how are things with you?”

“Not too bad. I’ve heard nothing from Brian, which is good. There again, when things are quiet I wonder what the hell he’s planning.”

“You said that he rang you this morning.”

“Yes, he ... he must have been calling from Spain.”

“What on earth for?”

“I don’t know, I hung up on him.”

“You should have some peace for a week or two while he’s away. So, what was it with the curtains?”

“Tom mentioned them and, when you rang, I was so busy thinking about your birthday that I said I’d got them. To be honest, I thought he’d left them in the hall. Anyway, don’t worry about that. And don’t worry about the garage. I’m sure Tom doesn’t get up to anything untoward in the garage.”

“Maybe he doesn’t, but I’m going to have a good look round. I’d better get back, I suppose. Thanks for the tea, Annabelle. And the chat.”

“Anytime, Carole. Keep me posted, OK?”

“Yes, yes I will. Would you like to come over this evening? If the weather holds, we might have a barbeque.”

“That would be great. Yes, I’ll be there.”

“OK, see you later.”

Seeing her sister to the door, Annabelle dashed back to the kitchen and grabbed the phone. Carole was obviously bent on discovering what Tom got up to in the garage. She was 113

bound to recognize Annabelle’s miniskirt, which Tom would find impossible to explain. Panties, a bra, pairs of tights ... Praying for Tom to answer, Annabelle wondered whether he’d gone out.

Thinking that he might be wanking be in the garage, she breathed a sigh of relief as he answered.

“Carole’s just left,” she said, wondering what reason to give for calling him.

“Oh, right. I’ll see her soon, then.”

“Yes, you will. You forgot the curtains, Tom.”

“I know, I know. I’ll forget my head one of these days. Is Carole all right? Only, she seemed to be rather moody when she left.”

“She’s fine. I’ll be joining you for a barbeque this evening.”

“Excellent. I’ll get some booze in.”

“By the way, Carole’s in clear up mode,” Annabelle laughed. “She’s going to attack the garage.”

“The garage?” he echoed.

“She said something about having a good clear up in the garage. Oh, thanks for bringing the armchair round, Tom.”

“Yes, yes,” he murmured. “Er ... No problem. Right, I’ll see you this evening.”

“Yes, you will. Bye for now.”

“Bye, Annabelle.”

Happy that Tom would remove the clothes from the garage before Carole discovered the evidence of his perverted fantasy, Annabelle knew that she should keep out of their marriage.

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light about Tom’s secret stash of her panties, then she’d deny all knowledge of it. And no one would ever know that she’d sucked her brother-in-law’s cock and swallowed his sperm.

Preparing for the evening, Annabelle decided to wear a short skirt. Realizing that it probably wasn’t a good idea to fire Tom’s libido by allowing him to glimpse her panties, she grinned as she checked her reflection in the full-length mirror. The game was exciting, she reflected in her wickedness, eyeing her naked thighs. Lifting her skirt up, she focused on the tight material of her red panties lovingly hugging the swell of her full sex lips. Tom was in for an interesting evening, she thought, her stomach somersaulting as she pictured him gazing up her skirt. He’d think about her cunt, pressing his mouth into her wet sex crack and tasting her juices of desire. He’d probably end up slipping into the garage for a quick wank, she mused as she brushed her long black hair and applied her makeup.

Before leaving the house, she slipped into the lounge and gazed at the ivory symbols.