My Sister’s Husband Framed Me For Seduction. But When My Sister…

The Trap in the Closet

I entered the master bedroom upstairs. My closet looked just as I remembered it.

The door opened and I looked inside. Perfect; room-wide visibility, dark enough to be unnoticed from outside.

Ryan’s driveway car could be heard. Sophie remarked,

“Mommy, we got sprinkles.”

Emma walked down the stairs to welcome them. Ryan then said,

“Where’s Megan?”

“Upstairs.”

Emma left the bedroom and down the stairs. Ryan at the bottom looked at me famished as I approached him.

He said, “Hey.” softly.

“Hey.”

We went into the kitchen and he entered my space when we were alone. “So tonight,” he mumbled.

“We’re still on, right?”

“Actually, I was thinking,” I explained gently.

*”Maybe we shouldn’t do it here. Too risky. What if someone walks in?”

His expression indicated disappointment. “Then when?”

“After dinner. When everyone leaves, tell Emma you’re tired and want to go lie down. Then text me. I’ll tell my parents I forgot something and come back.”

Ryan’s eyes widened. “You want to come back here to my house? To your bedroom?”

I said, “I want to do this right, Ryan. I want it to be perfect.”

It appears like he will faint. “Are you serious?”

“I’m serious,” I explained.

*”I’ve been thinking about it for two weeks. I need to know what it would have been like if I hadn’t pushed you away. I need to feel what I was missing.”

He grabbed my hand. “I’ll text you the second she falls asleep.”

*”Don’t wait that long,” I advised.

“Just tell her you need to rest. I don’t think I can wait.”

After the family arrived, supper was pain. Every minute seemed like an hour.

My job was wonderful: the remorseful sister is grateful for the welcome, beautiful daughter helps the mother. Sophie’s nice aunt was playing with her in the living room.

I examined the clock on the wall, counting down the minutes till I could murder Ryan, who stared at me with greedy eyes. After supper and everyone had departed, I pulled Emma aside.

“Hey, I think I left an earring in your bathroom earlier. Can I run up and check?”

“Sure,” Emma said.

“Do you want help looking?”

“No, it’s fine. I know exactly where I was standing.”

The Confession

I walked upstairs to her bedroom and checked the closet again. I texted Emma from my phone.

“Actually, I can’t find it. Can you come help me look? I think it might have rolled into your closet.”

She entered the doorway a minute later. “Where do you think it fell?”

“Somewhere in the closet. I opened it looking for extra towels and I think it slipped off when I bent down.”

Emma went into the closet and checked the floor. “I don’t see anything.”

“Keep looking,” I said.

“It’s a tiny silver hoop, could be in the corner.”

Then I messaged Ryan. “Come upstairs. Bedroom now. Emma’s in the shower. I can’t wait anymore.”

His staircase steps were rapid. He entered the doorway breathing heavily and lit up as he saw me.

“Where is she?” he mumbled, nodding towards the bathroom door.

*”Shower. We have a few minutes.”

He entered the room and shut the door. “I cannot believe this is finally happening,” my husband said to me.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day, all week. Ever since that night in the kitchen, I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.”

“Tell me,” I said, approaching him.

“Tell me what you’ve been thinking about.”

My waist was once again in his hands. Same grip, possessive clasp.

“I’ve been thinking about what would have happened if you hadn’t pushed me away. If you had just let me kiss you, let me show you what you were missing.”

I asked, “What would have happened?”

“I would have taken you right there in my wife’s kitchen,” he said desperately.

“Emma has no idea what I’m capable of. She’s so boring in bed, so predictable. But you, Megan—I could tell from the moment I met you that you were different, that you needed someone who could actually handle you.”

A gentle sound emanated from the closet. Emma adjusts weight and listens.

I asked, “What else? Tell me everything.”

Ryan sketched me. “I wanted to push you up against that counter and show you what a real man feels like. And I wanted to hear you scream my name while my wife was in the next room blowing out her birthday candles. I wanted you to know that you were always the one I really wanted, not Emma. You.”