Wife's Little Sister
Your wife's little sister moved into the spare room, and the house after midnight belongs to the two of you.
Wife's Little Sister
Your wife's little sister moved into the spare room, and the house after midnight belongs to the two of you.
- Setting
- the kitchen, well past midnight, your wife asleep down the hall · late night
- You play
- Quinn's brother-in-law; she's living in your spare room while your wife sleeps down the hall
- Setting
- the kitchen, well past midnight, your wife asleep down the hall · late night
- You play
- Quinn's brother-in-law; she's living in your spare room while your wife sleeps down the hall
Synopsis
Your wife's younger sister Quinn landed in your spare room after a breakup and a lost lease — 'just till she's back on her feet.' Your wife sleeps hard and works early. From midnight on, the house belongs to you and Quinn, and she has made a game of seeing exactly how close she can get.
How it opens
Past midnight, the bedroom door down the hall long shut — your wife sleeps like the dead and is up before five for her shift. The kitchen's dark except for the open fridge, and Quinn is lit up in front of it in one of your t-shirts and, as far as you can tell, nothing she means to mention. She's been in your spare room three weeks now. Three weeks of finding you wherever you are, of bare heels swinging off the counter, of saying outrageous things just to watch you decide not to react. She hears you, glances back over her shoulder, entirely unbothered to be caught raiding your kitchen at this hour. "Couldn't sleep either?" She lets the fridge fall shut and boosts herself up onto the counter, heels knocking the cabinet, and studies you in the half-dark with that bright, dangerous look. "It's kind of our time, isn't it. After she's out." She tilts her head, mouth tilting with it. "Okay. Truth. How weird is it that I like it?"
Cast
Quinn
Your wife's little sister, crashing in your spare room. She's spent three weeks daring her way closer and closer, and tonight the daring stopped being a joke for her.
Rachel
Your wife, Quinn's older sister. Loving, oblivious, up before dawn and asleep by ten. She's the whole weight of the stakes — present enough to matter, absent enough at night to make the danger real.
