Sure, based on Melissa's diary and
knowledge. Are you sure you could
have ever won him without Melissa's help?
have ever won him without Melissa's help?
The snide sarcastic tone of the whisper had Selena's hackles up. Why was her victory and triumph always tainted by Melissa? Even in death, it seemed her sister would not allow her happiness.
Annoyed, she was determined not to use the knowledge she had gleaned from Melissa's diary. After all, she told herself as she looked in the mirror, smoothing her hands over her impressive cleavage and narrow waist, that she was in great shape. And she was fully confident that Ian had feelings for her, so seducing him would be simple. She would just have to play up her assets, she thought as she grinned and thrust out her tits.
It didn't turn out as simple as she thought it would. There was plenty of awkwardness and Ian gave her an odd look when she fumbled. They ended up not having sex but falling asleep in an embrace, each frustrated and neither willing to ask or probe. The failure of the attempt and the humiliation she felt drove Selena to greater dependence upon Melissa's diary. She pored over every detail, determined to overcome the failure she'd experienced.
Selena did it
by the numbers, Ian seemed helpless every time she employed Melissa's tactics.
The immense pleasure and satisfaction every time she brought Ian to a
shuddering climax was marred only by two seemingly insignificant points. The
first was the reminder that all the success she had in seducing Ian was
attributable to Melissa, the idea of which was rankling at best and at worst,
ate at her like acid. The second, more puzzling and insidious, though she was unconscious
of it at the time was the tendency for her to black out every time she was
intimate with Ian while using the approaches she had learn from Melissa's
diary.
Apart from
the first time she experienced it, Selena had no real idea how she seemed to
fall into unconsciousness every time things heated up between Ian and her. She
barely remembered much more than kissing Ian deeply and his hands sweeping over
her tits before darkness claimed her. Waking up, often the next day, she had to
surmise that she had such a great time that she blacked out from the pleasure
and could only tell from her sore or tender nether lips or the dried cum and
her swollen, bitten nipples that Ian had spent another night making passionate
love ending in an explosive climax in her.
Ian never
seemed to mention anything but he often covertly observed her, trying almost to
discern if Selena detected anything amiss.
****
Ian
I could
never reveal it but things had become really strange just before Christmas, going
into the New Year. Yes, it was fantastic when Selena and I finally got
together, sexually speaking. I tried hard to get Melissa out of my mind.
The guilt was what made me see Melissa. She was dead and I killed her,
that was why I saw her face in the most explosive climax I had had since I
separated from Melissa.
Only
after I continued to see Melissa's face every time I made love to
Selena that I knew things weren’t that simple. . Gradually, it
became Melissa's pussy that I pounded, Melissa's tits
that I worshipped and Melissa's cries that sounded out in the
bedroom. Lacking a logical explanation for all of this, I began to blame the
similarity in features between the two sisters that I'd talked about
before. I even suggested to Selena that she should change her appearance,
such as going redhead. Unfortunately, none of it worked. Melissa never failed
to appear. Though it was logically impossible, my dead cheating wife found her
way back into my bed. And instead of the expected disgust, I only
felt the rush of lust and perhaps a slight assuaging of the guilt that had
haunted me since her death. Perhaps it was all my guilty conscience at work hoping I
could somehow find peace with her after death.
Then parts of
the truth started to emerge. And it all started with the housekeeper. Now,
Selena never quite liked the housekeeper. It could be because she was Melissa's
hire but I doubt that was the entire story.
The housekeeper was one of those old fashioned ladies who were silent but efficient. I think that she seemed to want to tell me about something on several occasions, including the first time I brought Melissa back from the police station but she never did. I wonder now, knowing what I know, if things would have been different if she had spoken up.
Hindsight is
always 20/20 but regrets are useless. As for the housekeeper, I could really
find no reason to fire her. Selena may be a fantastic engineer but she was no
Martha Stewart. Neither was Melissa, though before our marriage started falling
apart, she was managing things pretty well. She'd only hired the housekeeper
after she started her decline into alcoholism. One of the reasons why I refused
to fire the housekeeper was how close the children were to her. For all of
Selena's opinions about how easily the children accepted the loss of their
mother, I was still concerned that the children were suppressing anxiety. While
I didn't detect any sign of cruelty or neglect or anything negative in Selena's
attitude towards the children, it was clear, at least to me, they were slightly
uneasy with her. Particularly my eldest, Piper, and where Piper went, Steve
followed. And it became worse after she moved into my bedroom openly. While
life continued almost normally, Selena was taking every chance to become more
intimate with me and to get pregnant. In her marriage to Todd, she failed to
get pregnant and seeing my children as a bond with Melissa, she was more determined
than ever to get pregnant. My children became closer to the housekeeper and a
little distant from me, I didn't blame them though I felt a little hurt. Considering
they had to deal with a whole lot over the last year or so: they had two
relative strangers move in with their parents ; one was their mother's lover,
Johnny, albeit he stayed in the guest bedroom, the other was an aunt they
rarely saw apart from some holidays; my moving out, their mother's decline into
alcoholism and the loss of their mother; they held up pretty well.
The housekeeper,
was not exactly doing much to ingratiate herself with Selena since she often
gave her that silent look of disapproval, particularly after she started openly
sleeping in my room. And there were times when I caught her staring at Selena with
an odd expression on her face and making the sign of the cross surreptitiously.
When Selena announced she was pregnant just before summer, things worsened and
it came to a head when we got married right after her announcement. The children
effectively retreated from both of us and clung almost exclusively to the
housekeeper . Selena was convinced that she had an agenda and was deliberately
setting them against us. To Selena, the children always seemed happy and
comfortable around us until the housekeeper appeared on her daily routine. That
was how things seemed to her. I never really realised how subjective Selena's
views were till we lived together. I guess I should have known when she
put the blame for my marriage solely on Melissa. And because she was reluctant
to blame me for my role in eventually marrying her sister, I knew instinctively
that she blamed my eldest as well since Melissa and I got married largely
because she was pregnant with our Piper.
Thinking back, both sisters
were manipulative. While Melissa managed to trap me with the child, Selena had
strategically lost her virginity to me when we were drunk. Selena was simply
outclassed and not an innocent.
It’s funny how the truth
reveals itself in the least expected way. Things became tense when Selena and I
turned up at a PTA meeting and my eldest, Piper, corrected the new teacher
who'd mistaken Selena for her mom. Selena flushed with anger and embarrassment
when my daughter said, " No, that's not my mom. She's my aunt, mom's
sister. She's dad's new wife."
I suddenly felt awkward but
there was no denying facts. Selena was visibly upset and ranted at me all the
way home, making me glad that Piper had decided to go for a sleepover at her
friend's house that night.
When we reached the house,
she was almost hysterical. And she ended with a demand to fire the housekeeper,
who she was convinced was behind the effort to "discredit" her with
the children. In an effort to get her to calm down, I agreed to talk to the
housekeeper. Selena stormed off to the bedroom while I went to look for the
housekeeper reluctantly since she was probably blameless. The housekeeper
listened silently as i tried to explain the aituation. She nodded and sighed
before she packed up her meagre bag of belongings and stood to leave. She
hesitated before turning the knob of the door. Then she handed me a small bag
of what looked like burnt ashes.
"What is this?"
"New madam was burning
this just before Christmas last year. Old madam," she crossed herself
before continuing. "Old madam said to save this. She said she cannot leave
because you didn't read these."
I was so stunned by what I’d
heard that I had to run to catch up with her as she was half way down the
street by the time I'd reached the front door.
"Wait, please let me
drive you. I need to hear all that you know."
We were both aware that
Selena was watching from the bedroom window. I ran back for the car and drove
the housekeeper to her living quarters. On the way there, she described what
happened that day I'd gone shopping with the children. I was flabbergasted as
she confirmed having seen Melissa or rather an apparition.
So it wasn't guilt or
imagination, Melissa's spirit was somehow still wandering around. I was sure
fear and horror was showing on my face. Fortunately, the housekeeper, who was
the only one to witness that look probably thought it was the usual fear of the
supernatural. She patiently explained that according to the apparition, she
couldn't leave until she had something from me.
I thought cynically if
Melissa was referring to my life in return for hers. The housekeeper saw the
dread on my face and explained that it all had to do with what Selena was
burning. So the answers lay with Selena. The prospect of confronting her was
not exactly one I looked forward to.
I returned to the house only
to be confronted by an angry Selena who was angered by the fact that I'd driven
the housekeeper home. She was taken aback when I set the small bag of ashes on
the dining table.
"What is that?"
"It's the remnants of
what you were burning just before Christmas in the backyard."
Selena's face went white but
she sought to cover her guilt and fear.
"That's nonsense! I
never burnt anything."
She started ranting and
eventually turned it into a crying bout, blaming me for believing in an
outsider rather than her, my wife.
"I love you so much, I-I
even kept quiet about what you did at Thanksgiving.B-but you'd rather believe a
housekeeper than me."
She sobbed and had her head
in her hands. She didn't see my face or the myriad of emotions I was sure was
plainly clear to anyone observing the scene. Not only did Selena know what I'd
done to Melissa, she had kept silent all this time. Out of love or so she said.
Yet now, my loving wife was
using her knowledge of what happened to Melissa to guilt trip me. To say that
this made me see Selena in a whole new light is an understatement. I could feel
a new emotion creep into the feelings I had for Selena. Vaguely, I recalled
feeling the same when I'd found out about Melissa's betrayal.
I stood up with leaden feet.
I'd done the dumbest thing: go from one conniving scheming bitch to another. I
guess my happily ever after pronouncement was premature.
Well, better that you see the
truth of it now than later.
I didn't have to search my
memory for the identity of that whisper that sounded in my mind then. It was
Melissa. I was about to step out of the bedroom when Selena ran up and hugged
me.
"Ple-eas-ee believe
m-me. I wouldn't do anything to hur-rt y-ou. I'm not like her, I really lo-love
you."
I sighed. I had to make the
best of the situation. A second divorce drama in a year would simply kill any
chance of restoring normality to the family.
"Then just tell me the
truth. What did you burn?"
I could feel Selena stiffen
behind me and the shake of her head.
"I didn't burn
anything," she insisted stubbornly. "Why won't you believe me?"
A sudden suspicion struck me.
"Was it Melissa's diary?
Was that why it wasn't on my office desk as she said?"
Selena had backed away and
was glaring at me with accusing eyes.
"No, I never saw her
diary. Why won't you believe me? She's dead! Why is that dead conniving bitch
more important than me?"
She shrieked that last
accusation. My ears were filled with her
angry rant but the voice that rang out next overwhelmed my brain.
You lying bitch! You read and
kept most of my diary after stealing it from Ian's office. You tore out the
most important part, the truth, and you burnt it!
Selena's eyes were wide with
fear and I knew right away that she had heard the voice as well. That and the
fact that she'd been exposed.
As a vision of Melissa
appeared, glowing in iridescent light, Selena shrieked and hid behind me.
You denied me the final step
towards peace and you'll have to pay for it!
Melissa's face was calm and
her lips barely moved but her voice clearly sounded in both our minds.
"Melissa, please, don't
hurt your sister. She's pregnant with my child and she can't take the
stress."
I tried to plead with the
spirit of my dead wife.
Ian, are you sure it's her
child? Didn't you tell her what happened every time you guys went to bed?
There was a faint mocking
tone in her last words.
"Ian, what's going on?
What's she talking about?"
There was no escape, it would
be worse coming from Melissa.
"I don't know how it
happened but every time we were in bed, somehow Melissa was the one with
me."
Selena looked at me in
horror, shaking her head.
That's right, you husband
stealing bitch of a sister! You're carrying my and Ian's child. It's in you but
it isn't your love child.
"Noooo!!!"
Selena shrieked as she ran
out of the room and headed for the garage. I stared at Melissa in rage and
horror.
"Why? Why destroy my chance
at happiness, Melissa? Didn't you do enough the last 9 years?"
I didn't do anything Ian. The
moment you decided to kill me, it set things in motion. Still, I was willing to
forgive and move on. I felt I owed you that much. But after she stole my diary
and denied me absolution, it was no longer possible for forgiveness and I
couldn't move on. I'm stuck here.
I stared dumbstruck. Of
course, I guess she'd have known that I was responsible for her death. But it
never occurred to me that she could have brought herself to forgive me.
Melissa looked a little
distracted as she seemed to look off into the horizon. Then she looked straight
at me.
Selena ran
crying from the bedroom, I was about to follow but Melissa stood there looking
sadly at me. Rage and grief fought within me as I realised that in life as in
death, I was still caught between the two sisters. Suddenly I felt exhausted
and after hearing the slam of the nearest door, indicating Selena's retreat
into the guest bedroom, I slumped down on the bed.
" Why,
Melissa? Why are you still hurting me? Haven't you done enough over the last 9
years?"
She
shimmered, almost as if she tried to reach out to comfort me. Her hand stopped
short of my cheek and I felt only a whisper of air brush past me.
I'm
so sorry for all the hurt I've caused you in the past, Ian.
Things weren't supposed to turn out this way. If only I'd told
you the whole truth.. If only you had known.. If only you could read the
truth....
"But why
hurt Selena? She has done nothing to you. She loves our kids and is helping us
all move on."
If ever an
apparition could look annoyed, Melissa probably looked the picture of it.
Are
you really sure she loves our kids? Can't you see how she really feels about
Piper and Steve? Maybe you're just too blinded by her tits to see anything.
****
Don't miss the conclusion! Warning: it's both too pretty and not pretty!
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