A Gift From My Sister-in-Law

Mandy lies facedown on the table, newlywed and still wearing her tan. Siri oils her hands and starts at the shoulders, pushing the warm slick under her blonde sister-in-law’s smooth skin. She works lower, fingers sliding into every soft crease, pressing the oil between the cheeks of Mandy’s ass and down the seam of her thighs. Mandy’s raspy little voice catches when Siri’s thumb grazes closer. Siri lingers there, careful, curious, giving the golden skin a last slow rub. It’s insurance. Against dull afternoons, against horseshoe games and polite laughter while both of them know exactly what they’d rather be doing in the nearest empty room.