by David Stone
“Fuck off Wayne.” Tassie put her bra back on and then her dress. In truth, she liked this playful dialogue and the casual nudity with Wayne and would gladly watch him masturbate. She thought Wayne was attractive and a good guy and as they weren’t related, of course she would feel a response. His occasional goofiness was also fun, but she knew it was also a shield. She knew there was depth behind it.
“I’ve seen him do it,” said Maureen. “More than once...”
“What have you two got going on here? I’ve been away a long time,” said Tassie. Her suspended animation illustrated it was a point upon which explanations were needed.
“Wayne and I are almost the same age, Tassie, so we have a different dynamic. It’s better we relieve the tension, you know, before something stupid happens,” said Maureen. “It’s what good neighbors do.”
“What are you telling me? Do you guys screw?” Tassie said it in a way that conveyed she wouldn’t be surprised or mind if the answer was in the affirmative. For other reasons, she almost wanted to hear an admission that yes, they made love, and passionately. She would feel less guilty for sleeping with Wayne’s father.
“No! We agreed that would be stupid. But we’ve done the other stuff. He sleeps with me a lot. Let’s say ‘often’.”
“You’re crazy,” said Tassie. “What if Mom catches you?”
“She has,” said Maureen. “She came into my room one morning and Wayne was asleep while I was getting dressed. Wayne was clearly naked. She could see his dick. She said, ‘Oh, did you two have a sleepover?’ That was it. She never mentioned it again. Hers is a world of silver linings and sunshine.”
“Did your Dad know, Wayne? Did he ever say anything to you about us and boundaries?” Tassie asked. “As we got older I’m sure he and our mom both wondered about it.”
“Not really. They both mom told me it was natural that I might get aroused by you two. They both knew that since we’re not related and didn’t really live together we might have feelings, you know, sexual feelings. But Maureen and I never screw, as she said. We created our own boundaries.”
“So, no screwing. That leaves open a wide field of possibilities, doesn’t it? Oral sex comes to mind,” said Tassie, with a bit of teasing in her voice. But the thought of Wayne going down on her gave her a tingle. She envisioned seeing the top of his head between her legs, his tongue inside her, his hands squeezing her buttocks. She had fantasized about Wayne in the past. Like his father, he was very athletic and muscular. His routine of busting into the bathroom when she was showering was almost a cliché now. She liked it, and it aroused her. She was almost disappointed when he didn’t burst in.
These reveries made her incredibly horny and they were now less than an hour away from attending the memorial service. It would be for the man she may have killed via his guilt over succumbing to her passions for him. Wayne looked a lot like his dad, even sounded like him. She was beginning to doubt her sanity. Could she now jump the son of the man she pushed over the edge and into the abyss? Anyway, Maureen got to Wayne first. She didn’t think a threesome was in her bag of tricks, especially not with her sister. Yes, she thought to herself. That would be insane. But could they share Wayne?
“Oral? Sure, we’ve done that,” said Maureen, just stating the facts. “Wayne’s good at it. I taught him how to do it. Well, I’d better get dressed too. I’ll see you all downstairs.”
Maureen left the room leaving Tassie a little dumbfounded and Wayne looking very pleased with Maureen’s review.
“I’d better get ready too,” said Wayne. After he left, Tassie saw the large, black binder Maureen left sitting on her nightstand. It was heavy, with about two hundred loose-leaf, college ruled notebook papers inside, some of which had become loose. The writing was in a very fine but masculine hand. It was Tom’s journal.
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A Novel. 199 Pages. ASIN B0765C194K
