“Shut up!” Bobbie yelled. “If it weren’t for you, both of you, Heather and I could be together. She loves me. She said so.”
“Bobbie, I don’t think you were listening…”
That’s when Robert took his swing at me.
It’s when I stopped Samantha from kicking his ass all over the house.
And it’s when we finally ended up sitting quietly in my kitchen waiting for Heather’s brother to come to grips with two things. First, that he had finally made love to the older sister he had coveted for years and it was everything he’d ever dreamed of. Second, that they would never do it again.
I kept quiet this time around because I had absolutely no idea what to say to him.
Of course, Sam did. But then she had a peculiar knack for this kind of thing – seeing into people. She moved to sit next to him and reached towards him carefully, slowly. When he didn’t move away or fend her off, she touched his shoulder. She began to rub it gently. “It’ll be okay, Bobbie. It’ll be okay.” She repeated it over and over. The repetition of Sam’s soft voice was smooth and hypnotic. It was even relaxing me from across the kitchen.
Soon, she tugged Bobbie towards her until his face was buried in her tiny shoulder. She stroked his blonde hair and she rocked him gently, providing some comfort as he struggled to make peace with everything that had happened. She did this for him because she could tell it was what he needed, because she knew first-hand how delicate incest was, and because she cared.
It was the most tender thing I’d ever seen Samantha do. My heart swelled.
The three of us sat there together like that for more than half an hour before Heather came back.
“Guys, I’m back. And I’ve got someone with me…”
Bobbie straightened up and rubbed his face. His tears had long-since dried and he was back together – or at least he looked like he was. We stood up and moved towards Heather and her mystery guest. Heather gestured at someone on the other side of the doorway, visible to Bobbie but obscured to me and Sam behind him.
“Bobbie, this is Stacey. Remember she used to play field hockey with me? I ran into her just now as she was finishing her shift at work. She asked me how you were doing and I thought maybe you guys might want to grab a cup of coffee.”
Stacey turned the corner into view and even I gaped a little. She was teenage sex on a stick – the closest thing to a rival for Peaches’ title of adolescent uber-hottie that I had ever seen. In her tight, green vintage t-shirt and hip-hugging mid-rise jeans, Stacey radiated a really hot, really sexy, girl-next door quality. Her deep coppery auburn hair fell past her shoulders in soft waves and glowed against her flawless porcelain skin. Her big, beautiful grey-green eyes twinkled with mischief. She was maybe a couple of inches taller than Heather with slender hips that collapsed into an absurdly small waist. She sported full, round boobs and yet she probably weighed just barely over 100 lbs.
“Hiya,” she said, with a quick hand wave. Standing there casually and comfortably, Stacey looked relaxed in her own skin. Confident without being arrogant. It was a rare quality in a teenager. Peaches had it too. Most importantly, Stacey was looking at Robert with genuine interest. When she smiled at him warmly, her full bee-stung lips parted for a perfect white smile.