James was his mother’s son. Sandy mop of blonde hair. A couple of inches taller than Rachel at 6’1″. Blue eyes, just a touch duller than mom’s. A decade plus of swimming had filled him out though. Jessica took after her father’s French/Irish heritage: curvier, fuller featured with thick lips on a rounder face, dark brown hair that almost reached her ass, and full C cups capped with dark nipples. At least her mom gave her the whole not working out thing to keep her body, and some of her height at 5’7″. When she was younger, she had thrown fits that she didn’t match with her brother. It only got worse when their father left them, something about falling in love with another person. Mom accepted it but it was harder to accept that their dad only sent them presents and cards with generic words.
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Jess woke up hours later after a restless sleep but at least the headache was almost gone. Phone in hand, she was about to tell Emily, her best friend, what she had seen but stopped herself. Telling anyone about this wouldn’t do any good. She had to keep what she saw a secret. She also had to keep what she heard one the way back to her room a secret.
“Give me—”
“I thought you were in a rush to get to school?”
“But we haven’t had sex in almost a week!”
“Only a couple of days more then things can go back to normal.”
“Jess is gonna be out with her fiends all night again. What if—”
“No, that’s way too risky.”
“C’mon mom, we can do it right after she leaves. We’ll be finished way before she gets back. She’ll never know.”
Mom laughed. “You’re really going to stop after one?”
“Yes.”
“Ok, fine. Just this once then nothing else until she goes back to school.”
The conversation ran through Jess’s head over and over again as she lay in bed until she made a decision and came up with a plan. She texted mom that she was going out for dinner tonight but she’d made dinner for them, like she had done before she went to college. Of course, back then it was because whoever got home first would make dinner. Now, it was because she didn’t want them to waste a single minute after she left.
As she cooked, she wondered if what she saw this morning was real. There was no way mom had sucked her son’s dick while kneeling on the kitchen floor. If it wasn’t real, why the hell would she dream about her brother getting blown by mom, and why the hell would she dream that he had such a huge dick. At least she could blame the fucked up dream on the booze.
Yea, that’s right. It was just a dream, she told herself. They’ll come home, have dinner, and I’ll make an ass of myself hiding in the hallway closet until they go to bed.
A pot of spaghetti sauce simmered on the stove next a stir fry of veggies with a pan of garlic bread in the oven when her brother got home that afternoon.
“Hey baby bro, you’re home early.”
“Practice ended early.”
Jess almost raised an eyebrow at that. Her brother was more than likely to stay behind after practice ended just to keep swimming.
“Cool. Dinner is ready. All you guys need to do is cook the spaghetti.”