Page 49 of Second Chances

“That was the most delicious meal I’ve ever eaten. What did you say it was called again?” I place my fork and spoon down and rub by full stomach.

“Laksa—it’s rice noodles in soup with lots of other things. I learned how to make it when I visited Singapore years ago. It’s one of my go-to meals now.” Elena says, finishing her last mouthful. She’s only had a small bowl. I’ve been getting increasingly worried about her over the last few weeks. She’s lost a lot of weight, but at least she seems to be pain free now, which is good.

“I’m going to have some more.” I’m not sure where I’ll fit it, but I want to encourage Elena to eat more. “Will you have some with me?”

“No, it’s ok. I’ll probably head into the gym in a bit. I want to do a few laps on the treadmill.”

“I could think of a better way to exercise and spend the afternoon.” I wiggle my eyebrows at her.

“I swear you only have sex on your mind.”

“And what’s wrong with that?”

“I’m more than a pussy.” Elena raises a playful eyebrow at me.

“I know that. You got a cute asshole that I plan on claiming one day as well.”

“Ryan.” She playfully slaps me, but I grab her wrist and pull her onto my lap. I press my lips against hers and develop a deep kiss between us.

“Delicious,” I murmur against her mouth.

“You’re insatiable.”

“Only because you make me. Why don’t you go grab the whipped cream from the fridge? I fancy a dessert.”

“You’ll have to hold that thought,” Elena says, pulling herself away from me and heading toward the door to the kitchen.

“Sorry?” I sit up. My dick is hard in my trousers and painfully pushes against the metal of my zipper. “Elena, where are you going?”

“I’m going to spend an hour in the gym, and then we can play with cream.” She winks at me before disappearing out of the door and leaving me with a rather large problem.

I get to my feet, and placing my bowl by the sink, I go into our bedroom and head for the bathroom with my dick still hard. I pull it out of my boxers and start stroking myself. Fuck! What is going on? Why is Elena wanting to exercise rather than have sex? I can’t understand it, but then I’m a man. I’m sure it’s just me thinking with my dick rather than my head. I know she’s struggled with her injury, but I’m starting to worry about her. My dick’s hardness of a moment ago softens, and I tuck myself back in my boxers and wash my hands. Walking back into the bedroom, I find my phone and flick to my sister’s number. She’s in America again but on the east coast so will be awake.

“Hi, bro,” she answers with a jovial tone.

“Hi,” I reply in a less happy mood.

“What’s wrong?” Sophie’s worry becomes instantly evident.

“Nothing.”

“You’re hi wasn’t full of the joys of spring. Spill it.”

“You know me too well.” I half laugh.

“A brilliant thing, don’t you think. Now quit stalling and talk to me.”

“Ok. It’s Elena.”

“What’s wrong? She’s not hurt?”

“No, it’s…I don’t know?” I suddenly feel embarrassed talking to Sophie about what’s happening. She’s my sister, and I’m going to talk about sex with her, but I need a woman’s opinion. Maybe I should have phoned Amy, but it would only have worried my sister-in-law with her and Elena being best friends.

“Ryan, please. What’s wrong?”

“Ok, I’m worried about Elena. We were messing around in the kitchen earlier, and I asked her to get whipped cream so I could…”

Sophie interrupts me.

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