I Slept With Your Sister

What the fuck am I doing here? I threw her satin blankets off my naked body and shuffled to my feet, shoving my feet in my jeans

What the fuck am I doing here? I threw her satin blankets off my naked body and shuffled to my feet, shoving my feet in my jeans.

I woke up in the wrong bed with the wrong girl—again.

“Tell me how to change your mind?” Rachel said.
“You can’t—”
“Over coffee, after midnight,” Rachel said.
The molecules race inside of my head, expanding the distance between right and wrong, and I’m so fucking engaged. How did I get here?
Rachel held her hands in front of her body. “I don’t wanna say ‘goodbye’…”
“It’s not your decision to…”
“I’m…I’m pregnant.”
“This is the second time we slept together.”
“You callin’ me a liar?”
I gave her a deadpanned stare. “
“OK…so, I’m not pregnant, but what if I am now?” Rachel said. “Can’t we just say goodnight and not goodbye?”
“I was drunk and…”
“And you loved it, too!”
“Just…don’t leave.”
“It’s late.”
“You’re not going anywhere,” Rachel said louder than I wanted to hear.
“I said it’s late.”
“You’re not leaving until we talk this out over coffee.”
I draw a sharp sigh and blow my lips out. “Fine… a cup of coffee,” I said, shaking off my coat.

“Drink up,” she said, handing me a warm cup. The steam alone said it was too hot to touch, much less drink.
“Listen,” I said.
“There’s no excuse,” Rachel said.
“You don’t understand.”
“Was I not good enough?”
“I gave you a…”
“And,” I said, licking my lips. “I have no complaints. “It’s not about sex.”
“Everything I get a guy, it’s always something,” Rachel said as if I were her counselor. “What am I doing wrong?” she said.
“It’s not you, it’s…”
“Us women use cliches,” she said. “Spit it out,” she said shrugging.
“Your sister lives three doors down.”
“Oh, no, you didn’t!” Rachel’s narrow eyes turn to crinkled slits. “You’re my sister’s fiance?”
“I was drunk.”
Rachel stood to her feet and pulled a sweater over her shoulders.
“What are you doing, Rachel?” I said.
“Love and trust go hand-in-hand; isn’t that what you tell Hannah in your stupid short stories?”
Rachel jiggled the door open.
Hannah stood with her arms wrapped around Rachel’s boyfriend as they kissed.
“What are you guys doing?”
“I should ask you the same!”
“This isn’t what it looks like!”

(© 2020 Andrew Cyr)

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s


Creative Writing & Some News

A Voice from Iran

Storytelling, short stories, fable, folk tales,...


Unleashing the beauty of creativity

John Wreford Photographer

Words and Pictures from the Middle East & Balkans

tonysbologna : Honest. Satirical. Observations

Honest. Satirical. Observations.


mastery of my own cipher


Think हटk, Be Awesome!

Lady Jabberwocky

Write with Heart

Dread Poets Sobriety

Irreverence's Glittering New Low!


Blog Fiction

The Light is On

Thoughts, Stories, Poems



Pick Me Up Poetry

Music | Literature | People.


Welcome to my world! We go through a lot in our lives but to accept them with an open heart and emotional strength is what keeps us alive. My posts are about all those little fears, happy moments, and anticipation we experience throughout our lives. I hope you find solace in them!


Swimming in the Ridiculous Like a Tuna With a Mistress

The Mad Puppeteer

Warden of Words // Shaper of Stories


You are not the " U" in ubiquitous, but the "U" in Unique

%d bloggers like this: