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The Mother We Shared

By: Wtfmountainemily



Thanks so much to laemma for editing. Your amazingly fast turn around and supportive feedback were so incredibly appreciated. Je bent de beste.

In memory of May,

I don't know if better stories were ever written about you, but if they were it was well deserved. This may not be the epic you might have liked, I can only write what I knew about you and from what you taught me - warts and all. Maybe one day I will explore more of who you were and give the world a better glimpse of the amazing life you probably lived. Likely with less all-girl, family orgies, but we'll see what the publishers demand.

Suffice to say, you were the mother we needed and had you been our biological one than perhaps the strange circumstances we all found ourselves in would never have been necessary. That we might have been a little bit closer to the 'normal' everyone else goes on about. Or maybe we would have just had longer to continue the way we all loved one another and loved you.

Eventually we would go on to have husbands or wives of our own. Families would follow, but the specialness we sisters shared that started in your home would go on, staying just between us. A closeness no one else ever knew. A secret we would all be taking to our own graves.

You were not perfect, May, but no one really can be. Despite everything, you saved us from a lot: even though you didn't have to and it shouldn't have solely been your responsibility to do so. Thank you for loving us - is the only way it can be put. And wherever you are now, know that you are remembered and cherished.

I was home again. It had been almost three years of living-in-sin with my boyfriend Alex in our tiny, one bedroom apartment; trying to make a go of it in Quebec City. It'd been an adventure so far - the sights and culture, working days as a barista and nights serving drinks. I'd loved almost everything about it, even the constant demand to expand on my French.

I found myself stepping off the train, already I missed my two cats - Missile and Marble, but I was somewhat relieved to get a break from Alex. Even though he was largely on my mind, his recent unemployment had become an omnipresent present strain on us. We needed a week apart. Coming home was not my first choice, but where else did someone go if not back to see the family they'd left behind and hadn't seen in years?

I steeled myself as I saw my older sister Ashley waiting for me when I reached the main terminal. Dressed in her torn jeans, buckled jacket, black hiking-boots and sporting scarlet highlights in her chestnut hair - she looked like she'd never moved on from high-school. She was the mother of one and in her early thirties, but she had never grown up, not completely.

She smiled as she spotted me. Abruptly, all the worrisome thoughts about our youth and highly untraditional family came rushing back to me. My stomach knotted and I became a tad ridged in her embrace. She kissed my cheek and said, "Welcome back, Emily."

She pushed me to arms length and looked me up and down. I could tell she'd gotten the baby weight off, she was thicker in the legs and arms than I remembered, but it was clear just by brushing against her that it was mostly muscle, like she had been triathlon training.

"You look good, Ash," I offered, forcing a more sincere smile.

"I've got a lot of people to take care of," she replied stoically. "It keeps me busy."

I nodded and she pinched my arm, drawing a yelp from me.

"You look like you've been living the soft life up north," she said playfully.

"Two jobs and taking care of a depressed boyfriend gives me plenty of exercise," I said. Her comment pissed me off, but it was Ashley's way. She loved giving her sisters shit over even the smallest things. It was a cruddy trait she had picked up from our mother/monster, Irene. Yet truth be told, my sister wasn't even a tenth as bad as our matron could be.

Ashley grabbed my heaviest bag and we walked to her car, she was still driving her beat-up jeep - gray and black with heavily tinted windows. The cloth cab was over it, due to it being late autumn and she slung my stuff inside as if she'd never heard of breakables, before unlocking my door.

I got in and we sped off. Ashley was the most aggressive driver in the family, despite her training. She peeled out of everywhere like she was outrunning a tsunami and weaved erratically across lanes, all while smoking and talking loudly over the combined roars of engine and radio.

She asked me about life, filled me in on how my nephew, Stephen was doing in school. He was staying with his dad for the week. Since I was home only for a short time, just for our monster's third wedding, my sister wanted to make sure she could spend time with me. A fact she punctuated by placing a ring covered hand on my thigh, appreciatively rubbing my leg through my soft dress.

I took her hand and set it back on the shift-stick, giving her what I am sure was an icy smile, even though I wanted it to be cordial, "I have a boyfriend now, Ash. I'm not into that anymore."

She took a drag off her smoke and shrugged her shoulders, giving me a sly grin around the edges of her cigarette, "We'll see, little sis. We'll see."

Ashley pulled into our mom's house a few minutes later. I reached around to grab my things and she shook her head as she threw her butt onto the laneway.

"Leave 'em," she half-suggested, half-barked. "You can stay with me and May."

"I'm staying at mom's," I insisted. Our mother was a narcissistic, racist alcoholic, but she was also highly religious and oblivious to certain unsavoury truths about our family. Things that she would never stand for or condone if she knew they happened.

As I struggled to open the screen door Ashley came up behind me and smelled my neck. She inhaled my Vera Wang perfume and gave a moment of suggestive hesitation before helping me get inside. It was wholly inappropriate and exactly the sort of thing that my mother's overbearing presence would shield me from.

I sighed in annoyance at my sister's inability to respect my boundaries and huffed my way inside.

Our mother, Irene met us at the door, she was wearing a simple dress. Her stringy black hair hung past her shoulders. She was so thin she looked like a bird, all skeletal and hawklike. As soon as I saw her I realized how much I hadn't missed her.

"You pregnant?" she demanded as soon as her eyes met mine.

"What? No!" I blurted.

"You're home again," she curled her upper lip and glared at Ashley. "When one of my girls comes back it generally means they have baby I'll have to raise for them."

Ash snorted loudly at the ridiculousness of the statement and mom gave her a the dirtiest frigging look.

"Your mascara is pasted on too thick, it makes you look like a whore," said our monster to my eldest sibling. "So, I guess it suits you."

"New record," said Ash, touching the small of my back and leaning in over my shoulder. "In the door less than ten seconds and both of us already insulted."

The potential of being pawed at by Ashley was seeming almost reasonable next to what all was entailed of me staying with our mother. Still, I had to think of Alex and I.

"Why are you here?" demanded mom with a tapping foot.

"For your wedding," I said with annoyance as she scanned me up and down for flaws.

"Oh," she replied as if the thought hadn't occurred to her.

"Don't be stupid," whispered Ash. "Come home with me, I'll be good. I promise."

"That's like a crocodile promising it won't bite," I retorted. She couldn't behave herself even if she tried.

"Put your things in the spare room," mom ordered. "I'll make some tea."

Ashley helped me drag my luggage in and as I turned around she pushed me onto the bed, back first and climbed atop to straddle me.

"Ash, stop," I insisted.

She pinned my arms and looked me over, "My God, I've missed you."

She leaned down and kissed my nipples through my bra. I gasped and squirmed, "Stop," I half-laughed, half-commanded. My treasonous nipples growing hard as the almost forgotten feel and smell of sister's body came flooding back to me.

She ran her hand under my shirt and felt my breasts above and below my bra, "I've missed these boobs too."

I crossed my legs as I grew more excited and kicked and squirmed to get away, "You will make my shirt wet, what's mom going to think."

"Fuck her," said Ashley kissing my neck.

"Easy for you to say," I chastised and finally wriggled free. "You won't have to explain."

She sat up on her knees, her own larger nipples straining against her bra and shirt. The sight was sexy, she was sexy. In that instance my mind went back to Alex.

"Fuck, I shouldn't have come," I cursed while sitting up as she relinquished and got off of me. I could feel myself getting more and more upset the longer I thought about it.

The door opened abruptly and Ashley casually closed her open coat over her chest.

Mom stood in the doorway, a disappointed scowl on her face. Her eyes immediately went to my white shirt and she snorted in derision, "Your tits are leaking."

I covered the wet spots with my coat and glared at my sister.

"You are knocked-up," said mom angrily. "Goddamn sluts. This is just what I need. Do either of you ever think of anyone beyond yourselves?"

If the insult had come from anyone but my mother I would have been floored by it, but with her it was expected.

Even though I in no way looked pregnant she just wanted to do or say anything to make herself feel superior to me... or me inferior to her.

"Yeah, mom, I'm expecting," I mockingly confessed. "My boyfriend of many years and I decided to have a baby. But instead of raising it with him at our home I decided to come here and dump my first born into your lap. What an unwise and loose young woman you've raised."

"I always told you to keep your legs crossed," she snapped completely missing the sardonic nature of my words. "Good girls don't move in with men before they're married. And they certainly don't fall for Frenchmen. All they think about is sex, adultery and sodomy."

Ashley was fighting to keep from laughing and I resisted the urge to punch her in the arm for not helping.

"Sorry, mom," I said flatly. "It must be such a burden for you, having the two of us as daughters."

"There are three burdens in my life," agreed my mother ignoring or missing my continuously facetious tone. "Two of you here and Dallas is off sinning - a filthy dyke of all things. My third child, fallen so far from the lord's light. Only my baby - Paige, is a good girl. The rest of you are just broken. Lost, despite everything I did for you."

Dallas was our younger sister. Like me, a middle child of four girls, but unlike me she had never left our home town. Of all us sisters she was the only true lesbian. While Ashley was diligently bisexual and I was straightening, Dallas had no doubts or flexibility with her sexuality. She kept her dark, red hair cropped, wore the most fashionable men's clothes she could afford and chased women with the zeal of a fraternity bro. In a small city, with a limited gay-scene, Dallas had become far tougher than any of us. She was pretty enough, but the way she flouted social rules and broadcast her sexuality had led to more than her fair share of fights and even a group-beating one time.

I had begged Ashley to watch out for her and even suggested Dallas come stay with me and Alex, but she wouldn't leave, so she always found trouble. She had limited friends and all of them were scumbags. She'd been forced by her circumstances to the bottom of the barrel. She was a year, maybe two away from a prison record, I could feel it. Yet, Dallas was her own woman and there was only so much family could do.

Paige on the other hand was the youngest of all of us. A happy accident from mom's second marriage, our twenty-one-year-old sister made even me feel butch by comparison next to her. Paige was sweet and endearing. She dressed super girly, loved heels and small purses, fussed over her hair and make-up. We all loved her and despite the attention she got being mother's only 'good daughter', she was neither spoiled nor bitchy. She was a great person, she was the kind of girl who would give her scarf to a homeless person on a cold day and bring home every stray animal she found so she could look after them. If I had to guess at her sexuality Paige was most likely a pansexual. A person that most certainly didn't mind going out of her way to make those she loved happy.

Just thinking about my sisters made me miss them even more.

"Where are Paige and Dallas?" I asked having ignored the last few minutes of my mother's ranting.

Irene stopped talking, amazed anyone would dare interrupt her and Ashley snapped out of whatever distracting daydream she was embracing to answer me.

"Paige is at school and Dallas is likely sleeping it off at grandma's."

Grandma May was our paternal grandparent and really the only reason any of us were even halfway sane. She was also the reason my sisters and I had had such an unusual relationship.

May was not the stereotypical grandmother. Having been deep into the hippy and later on the disco movements, she was spritely and sexy. Early photos of her had made her looked like a ginger Tanya Roberts. Free love, human-centric beliefs, combined with a taste for travel and the exotic. She was our role-model growing up; her home walking distant and always open to us girls. She was our calm island oasis that allowed welcome escape from the hurricane Irene and that was exactly how we all, one after another became captivated by her.

"Mom, we're going to go," I said picking up my purse. "I have some shopping to do and want to see Dallas."

Irene was livid, she stammered and demanded that we stay until she let us go, but Ashley and I pretended not to hear anything she yelled.

"See you later tonight," and finished my good-bye by mumbling an insincere. "Love you."

Ashley was ecstatic as we got back into her jeep, "May is going to be so happy to see you."

I gave a small smile and raised my eyebrows, "I'll say hello, but it's Dallas I really want to see."

Ash shrugged and started the engine, "Do you actually have any shopping to do?"

"Not really," I said. "Just wanted to make it seem like I'd be gone awhile."

The drive to grandma's was quick and Ashley pulled into the laneway behind May's burgundy Corola. She jumped out and I followed her up the small stone walkway.

The house looked the same. A three story, red bricked Victorian, it could have been an intimidating house, but it was surrounded by well-tended gardens, with porch furniture and wind-chimes to make it look as inviting as possible.

The creak of the front steps reminded me of the days I would run over to the house when my own home had become unbearable. The images of cookies and milk, sandwiches and cartoons on the television brought back safe and happy memories. But with time the sensation of soft hands on my adult skin, the smell of my Grandmother's perfume washing over me replaced childhood things.

I looked at Ashley and my eyes strayed to her butt as she walked ahead of me. The roundness of her ass inside of her denim pants. I recalled her behind me, kneading my breasts, pinching my nipples expertly. Her own breasts, warm and soft pressed to my back. The pleasure building within my body as between my legs beautiful, vivacious May worked her magic tongue.

I snapped out of it and felt ashamed. Alex once more on my mind I stopped and shook my head, "I can't go in."

"What?" asked my sister in annoyance.

"Too much happened here," I said nodding toward the house. "The smells, the lighting, the memories. I can't."

"For fuck sake's, Emily," growled Ash. "You're not even going to stop in and say, hi?"

"You never left here," I accused as I pointed a finger. "You're still doing all that stuff, it's all normal to you. But I left to get away from it."

"What's that supposed to mean?" demanded my older sister angrily.

I glanced around the street to see it anyone was outside, it was a cold, wet day so it seemed safe enough for me to whisper, "I'm not gay."

"Okay," replied Ashley as if my proclamation had no importance whatsoever.

"Don't do that," I chided. "That - 'you're not making any sense, Emily,' thing. You know exactly what I'm talking about."

Ashley rolled her eyes as if I was being dramatic.

"And it's not just the gay part," I whispered harshly looking around again for eavesdroppers. "It's not natural."

"It's the most natural thing in the world," my sibling replied with all seriousness.

"No," I stopped her. "I've been out in the world. Nobody accepts this sort of thing. Especially when it's a Grandmother and her impressionable granddaughters. It's not right."

"It's is for us," said Ash, walking back down to place a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

I shivered mostly from the cold and shook my head, "I felt very bad about what all happened here, for a long time. I thought I was insane, that I really was broken, just like mom always said."

"May just wanted us to have a place where we could be safe and accepted," Ash tried to rationalize.

"Up to a point sure, when we were kids," I argued back discreetly. "But when we were eighteen? Nineteen? Grandma's love took on a whole new meaning!"

I scanned once more to make sure we weren't causing a scene and Ashley looked to the door to make sure no one inside might have overheard what was being discussed.

"Do I have to remind you that you asked for it?"

"Fuck you," I retorted before I could internally edit my response.

"No," she protested softly yet fiercely. "Let's look back on this again. Little Emily, who always wanted to be like her big sister. You idolized me, everything I did you wanted to do. I got a tongue piercing, you wanted one. I dyed my hair purple, you wanted to dye yours. I came out as bisexual and lo and behold who else said she was, right afterwards?"

"I looked up to you," I said evenly.

"Bullshit," Ash said. "You didn't just want to be like me, you were in love with me."

Her words stung and I immediately thought back on how miserable I was at home. How Ash seemed to let all mom's shit roll off her back like it was nothing while it hurt me so deeply. Of course I wanted to be like her. By imitating her I hoped to gain her strength, her awesomeness. After I learned what being bisexual was I had touched myself to thoughts of my sister. I imagined us running away together to live as husband and wife. It was a screwed up fantasy, but it had made me happy when I needed it to.

"I was nineteen years-old plus before I tried anything with anyone, let alone May," she reminded me. "But you knew what was going on, you caught us in her bedroom and then what did you bug us for over and over again until we finally caved?"

The sensation and memory of Ashley behind me, this time gently guiding her strapon into me as I lay atop May's naked body suddenly came back to me. Taking my virginity as both of them held my shaking form between them.

The details flooded my mind, making me feel an awkward mixture of shame and arousal all in one fell swoop.

I aggressively shook the thoughts away and looked my sister square in the eye, "That's not who I am anymore, Ashley; I found my own strength."

"Fine!" she yelled angrily and I cringed instinctively. "Then you have nothing to worry about. Come inside, see some of your family and then go back to mom's. You'll be safe enough there from everything but Irene."

I felt a flush of regret as Ash spoke. She was right, I was just being paranoid. Wasn't I? I was an adult coming back to a place I linked to my past, obviously nothing I didn't want was going to happen and everyone would respect my wishes.


The Mother We Shared Ch. 02



Thanks to everyone who read, commented and voted on Chapter 1. Special thanks to synn14 and laemma for their editing, comments and support.

*****

I opened my eyes and looked at my phone, it was 4 A.M. and once more the realization that my grandmother May had passed away struck me hard, right in the heart. Just as it had to differing degrees every day for the past five months. Sure it was merely a dull ache compared to the stabbing wound it had been, but it lingered. It probably always would. 

Beside me, Jay shifted and resumed snoring and I was thankful as I got up that my husband of six years always slept so ridiculously soundly. 

I looked in on my two daughters, Gwen and Elizabeth. Both of them were still asleep. I closed their doors and made my way to our living room. 

It was Easter weekend, our first without May. Everyone would be up in a few hours and we'd be leaving Toronto to head up north, back to my hometown for a family dinner. 

I unlocked my phone and checked my list. There was the food we'd be bringing, clothes and toys for the kids. 

Jay was insistent that his poker-set make the journey along with some Cuban cigars. He loved initiating a guy's poker night after family dinners. This year Steven, Ashley's son and my only nephew would be back from school. It was hard to imagine he was eighteen already. 

Marble, my cat leapt up into my lap. I absently scratched her head and made a reminder to double-check with my friend Joanne about looking in on her. It was only the one cat now, Missile, (having lived up to her name) had launched herself off our second floor balcony a few days after we bought the place and never looked back. I'd been devastated at the time, but now I just liked to think she found another family and was having a good life elsewhere. 

I set my phone down and sighed. It'd be good to see my three sisters again. At the funeral there really hadn't been a moment for much beyond consoling. I was looking forward to spending more quality time with them, finding out how they were doing and what they'd been up to. 

Ashley was married to a guy named Mark and he was one of my favourite people. He was a big, shaggy bear of a guy - 6'3", two hundred and fifty pounds. He worked construction and they'd met when his contracting outfit had been working on May's house. He was funny and easy going. I liked the way he tempered my eldest sister. Still every time I saw him in the back of my mind I was constantly thinking, 'I know what Ash does to you in the bedroom.'

Thinking of Ashley's love for her impressive, black strap-on I could envision Mark sucking my older sister's big, rubber cock or prostrated as she rammed him from behind; it was sort of hot. Still, I tried not to dwell on it, for Mark's sake. 

They had taken over May's house once she'd passed on. Dallas, my younger sister (and the other middle child of our family) and I had agreed it'd be best cared for in her hands. We'd received a larger share of May's inheritance to compensate us. In the end our grandma's estate had given us all houses, mortgage free, with enough left for the great-grand kids' school funds. Just as May would have wanted it. 

"Mommy?" said a small voice off to one side of me. I looked over to see my six-year-old was out of bed. 

"Hey, Gwenie," I said, readjusting Marble and bringing my eldest onto my lap. "Can't sleep?"

"Is it Easter morning yet?" she asked tiredly. 

"Not yet," I said and leaned back in the soft chair. "Soon."

"When we get to Aunt Ashley's?"

"Yep," I promised as I kissed the top of her head and held her warmly. "You have an egg hunt and lots of candy to look forward to this year; because you've been so well behaved."

"And it's been hard being so good, with a sister like Beth," she answered precociously. 

"Yeah," I said, thinking about my family. "Sisters can complicate things."

*

Jay held my hand as we drove into town. The girls were passed-out in the back and we were travelling in silence, each lost in our own thoughts. 

"You okay, Em?" he asked and I gave a quick shrug. 

"First time I've been back since the funeral," I said softly. 

He gave me a supportive smile and squeezed my hand, "You really loved your grandma, huh?"

"You know I did," I replied and looked out the window at some new construction going up. "She saved me from Irene."

"Your fucking mother," he grumbled broodingly. "She's not going to be there, is she?"

I didn't know, "Ash hates her, but Paige is supposed to be coming. I don't know if Irene was invited, but it's not like she won't know what's going on or where we'll be."

"She never came to a holiday before," he offered hopefully. 

"Yeah, well, May's not here anymore," I said sadly. "And she's not afraid of Ashley. Not like she was of grandma."

"If she shows up I'll do everything I can to shield you guys from her," he said and I squeezed his hand right back.

"I know you will," I answered. "But let's try to not make a scene in front of all the kids."

"Tell her that," said Jay bitterly. 

"You can't tell my monster anything," I said and he nodded. We all knew what Irene was like. 

May's old house looked really nice. They had repainted it a smoky-grey and redone the trim. Spring flowers were popping up all around it and they had put out some modest decorations in the front yard. 

"Wow," said Jay thoroughly impressed. "Mark has done a fantastic job here. All new windows, that's going to save them a fortune in heating this winter."

I nodded as if home remodelling was truly fascinating, but deep down I just wanted to get inside; to breath in those familiar smells and see everything and everyone I'd missed. 

*

"Good Friday to you!" shouted Jay as he carried in Elizabeth and a bunch of bags from the car. 

Mark shouted back a happy greeting and I ushered Gwen inside while carrying some things for the kids' activities. 

"Hey, Mark," I said giving him a kiss on the cheek. 

"Hey, Emily," he greeted and gave me a great hug.

"Where's Ashley?" I asked as Jay helped the girls out of their boots and coats. 

"Where else?" he said. "Fussing over her stuffed pheasants."

"She loves to stuff things," I said nonchalantly while glancing at Mark to see if he reacted. 

I wasn't supposed to know about their bedroom activities and Ash had never been really specific, but I was almost certain the coat rack in the front hall wasn't the only thing pegged in their house. 

Mark never flinched while taking bags from Jay and I thankfully assumed he had missed my double entendre. 

I smelled the air as I made my way to the kitchen. It reminded me instantly of May and our salacious past together. Well, that and cooking game-birds. 

Ashley was there - still tall and commanding, even in a flour dusted apron. She had let her natural blonde hair-colour come back and was keeping it cropped quite a bit shorter than she had months early. 

"Why are you making pheasants?" I asked with a disbelieving chuckle. 

She opened her arms and gave me a smile, I hugged her, and for the first time in forever I didn't get the stale smell of cigarettes as I pressed my face into her clothes. 

"How would the writer of the family describe it?" she asked irreverently while touching her chin as if lost in deep thought. "I know - It's different. Just like the rest of us."

I nodded my head, pretending to laugh at the joke she'd made at my expense before checking the door to the living-room for our privacy. When I turned back she gave me a deep kiss, touching my neck as we went. I melted into her. Anticipation at seeing her again blossomed instantly into full blown desire. It had been so long since we had done more than simple pecks and sisterly hugs. 

I had to fight down the urge to not pull at the string on her track pants. Resisting the need for me to slide my hand inside her underwear and see if she was still shaved or if the good life had caused her to neglect her downstairs. Either way was fine with me, I just wanted to do everything with her, like we use to. 

For the first time in our lives Ashley was the one to tell me to knock it off. I stuck my tongue out at her, both of us separating just as Jay pushed open the swinging kitchen door to set our food contribution on the large centre island. 

"Where do you want this stuff?" he asked and I concentrated on lowering my heart-rate. 

Ashley directed my husband and I made my exit - farther away from such temptations. 

Dallas came in shortly after that, ushering in the cool, crisp air from outside that mingled with two new types of perfume. 

Mark rushed in to scoop my younger sister up in his arms with a loud cheer. She grinned broadly and I was amused to see the big man swing her around in exuberance. 

He kissed her cheek roughly before setting her down and then clasped her shoulders, like she was just one of the guys. 

"How the hell are you, Dal?" he asked while shaking her affectionately. 

"I'm fucking alright," she blared and mock punched him in the stomach a few times. Mark's smile was ear to ear and it was clear he was really happy to see her. 

"Hi. Pregnant lady," said a small voice from behind them and they both turned in surprise at the slight, glasses-wearing woman behind Dallas. She was still half outside and waiting patiently with a bemused look on her pretty face. Her stomach swelling out as if she was toting a watermelon around under her loose shirt. 

"Oh, shit," said Mark holding out his hand to her and helping her in like she were made of glass. "Come on in, Pam."

"Thanks," said the very pregnant girl as she wobbled inside. 

Jay exploded from the kitchen and made a beeline for Dallas, "Holy shit, look who's here!"

They shared I quick hug, but it was official - Dallas was 'the man', according to the two husbands. 

"Hi, Pam," I said coming over to help Dallas' wife to the sitting room. She was roughly ten years younger than myself, but seemed eternally grateful for the chance to sit down - despite her youth. "How are you?"

"Tired," she said. "But the baby is doing well, so we're happy."

I looked over at Mark who seemed extra tall and proud in that moment. Given everything else we'd seen in our family, I supposed it made sense that Mark would have been the father. Pam and Dallas had wanted a donor who was good with his hands, tall and well-built. Ashley was okay with it so Mark had gotten to be in the child's life, both as a biological father, uncle and godfather.

Jay slapped his hands on both Dallas' and Mark's shoulders, giving them supportive rubs in that weird, 'proud of you, but can't really say it' sort of way men had. 

Dallas' eyes met mine, taking me in one brief, enticing sidelong glance. I exhaled abruptly beneath her gaze, a small rush of excitement bolting through me. Subtly, I gave her a coquettish look of my own. 

I glanced at Pam, who was casting a questioning glance from Dallas back to me. I smiled innocently at her while kicking myself internally. 

Our clandestine flirting went over the men's heads, but Pam had obviously picked up on something. Quickly I excused myself to check on the girls upstairs. Hoping Dallas could smooth things over and divert any suspicions her wife might have had. We all had a lot at stake if our secret ever came to light. 

*

Two hours before dinner the doorbell rang, I had been subtlety trying to catch little whiffs of Dallas's and Ashley's scents all afternoon. It was agony waiting for alone time with them and I was incredibly horny. I could tell all three of us were, but there was nothing to be done about it for the foreseeable future. 

The door opened and I heard Paige's voice call a greeting. I started toward the front door knowing how much I couldn't wait to see her and how much I looked forward to all of us being together again under one roof. 

Paige squealed and ran to me - huge smile and open arms. Her fluffy mittens brushed the back of my neck and she gave me a big kiss on the lips. 

I just went with it, no one would question any weird behaviour from my youngest sister. I didn't kiss her back and tried to seem surprised by her over-the-top affection. 

"Emily!" she hugged my chest next. I could smell she'd been drinking and I saw that behind her was a young man I couldn't place. 

"Who's your friend, Paige," asked Jay while waiting for my sister to stop greeting me. 

"Dale," said the skinny, dark-haired man in a confident voice. He extended his hand and the men shook it. 

"Where's David?" I asked of my sister's longterm boyfriend. 

She slapped my shoulder lightly and laughed like I was off my meds. "He went back to his wife."

"Oh," I replied and Jay shot me a look that seemed as baffled as I felt. 

"So you must be one of Paige's boyfriends?" I extended my hand to Dale and Paige took my hand in hers before he could grab it.

"No," she said as if summoning up patience. "Mandy is my girlfriend. She's on deployment. Dale is her husband. She asked me to take care of him while she's at sea."

Everyone went quiet and there was an undefined awkwardness in the air. 

I retrieved my hand from my sister and extended it reassuringly to Dale, "Welcome to our home."

He sniffed in befuddled amusement and then smiled as though he had expected some other reply from all of us. He gripped my hand in both of his cool palms and nodded, "Thanks."

Dallas came in, shouting excitedly when she saw Paige and the two of them did their best to shout the house down for a few minutes. 

Ashley stood in the kitchen door and watched with her sharp gaze. I came over to her and gave her a sour look. "She's been drinking again."

Ashley just stared at her. 

"Do you think she's okay? Do you think she's back on the coke?"

My big sister simply shook her head and went back to her preparations, "We'll see."

*

I helped in the kitchen as everyone else talked and sat around in the adjoined rooms. We gave them snacks and drinks to tie them over and I asked Jay to keep an eye on the girls. He said he would and I slipped back to Ashley. 

"Come with me to the bathroom," I whispered to her as my hand traced the outline of her butt through her pants. 

"I don't think now is the time," she said and I grabbed her hand tightly. 

"I can't wait," I widened my eyes and nodded toward downstairs. 

She broke away and looked in on everyone again before nodding to me, "Okay." 

I pulled her along, almost falling down the stairs in my rush. She laughed and called me a freak. The basement still looked the same as when May had lived in the house, but more importantly - it was empty. 

I pulled her inside the small bathroom, locking first the door and then my mouth onto hers. She moaned and I pulled at the string in her pants, as she caressed my breasts over my top. 

"Mmmm," I sighed, our lips barely apart. "Nice and clean down here."

"I got waxed," she said. "No doubts in my mind what's going to happen this weekend."

"Me neither," I said inserting my fingers into her. 

She leaned back against the wall and I slid down to my knees. 

"Do you like me on my knees in front of you?" I said playfully. 

"You're fucking right I do," she said grabbing some of my hair. 

"Do you want me to please you?" I asked. 

"Mistress," she said gruffly. "Tell me I'm your mistress."

I exhaled shakily with lust, "You want to own me?"

"Yes," she commanded and I squirmed because I was on fire.

"What do you want me to do, mistress?"

"Suck this," she said and moved my head to her sex. 

"Thank you, mistress," I said, wondering how many others had obeyed my elder sister like this. I tasted her and she muffled a groan with her fist. She guided me with the grip she had on my thick hair and I ate her pussy with all the skill and enthusiasm my family had taught me. Circling over and around her clit. Pulling and nibbling on her lips. Pushing as deep as I could go into her. 

"Christ!" she exclaimed after five minutes of controlling me. Ash shuddered and I lapped at her heavy cum, like a cat on a bowl of cream. 

"Did I do well, mistress?" I asked meekly, staring up at her with my most demure of expressions. 

Ashley pulled me to my feet and spun me over the sink. I cried out in surprise, but trusted her completely. 

"You did well, slave," she said and I marked that as a point where our sex life together got wee bit kinkier. 

In my youth such play had never appealed to me, but in the moment I knew this pleased her and that completely pleased me. 

"Now for your reward," she oiled up two fingers with lubricant from the medicine cabinet and slipped them into my more than willing puss. I bit my lip and whimpered. 

She finger-fucked me hard and deep, I was so very close when she abruptly said, "Don't cum."

"What?" I asked perplexed and a little panicked. Of course I was going to cum. 

"You don't cum, until I let you," she snarled. 

"I don't?" she slapped my ass cheek and I yelped. "Okay! I won't!"

"Beg," she said hammering me to the point I thought I was going to explode. 

"Please?"

"Please, what?" she snapped. 

"Please let me cum, mistress" I moaned. I was fighting back the impending tide as she constantly drove me toward the brink. It was electric, I had never tried 'not' to cum. Whenever I wanted orgasms, and was close enough to achieve them - I just had. I mean, who wouldn't? But damn if what she was doing to me wasn't fantastic too.

She kept pumping her fingers in and out until she got even more evil and started stimulating my clit with her other hand at the same time. 

I was seeing spots, I don't think I was cumming, not in the full release sort of way, but I was definitely getting off with each stroke of her hand. Yet it wasn't enough. 

"Please," I pleaded in hushed desperation, my mouth was dry as I fought down the intensity of it all. "Please, mistress!" 

She stood, somehow never losing her rhythm and shoved a hand towel into my mouth, all while whispering harshly, "Cum for me, slut."

I screamed holy hell into the towel and Ashley stopped everything to hold me as I thrashed and shook within my overwhelming orgasm. 

She turned on the tap and splashed some icy water over my body. My climax must have lasted for well over a minute and the cold shocks that came with every flick of her hand made it even more profound. When I was done, my sister cleaned me up and handed me my clothes. 

"Take your time," she said, giving me a light kiss as she slid her pants back up. "I have to go check on dinner."

*

I walked into the kitchen a few minutes later feeling amazing until I listened to the living-room talk and my heart froze in my chest for a second, "Oh god, I thought I heard mom's voice."

"She won't be here," Ash assured me. 

"How can you be sure?" I asked, looking around for the garlic and crosses that were generally necessary to ward off such things. 

"I let it slip that her exes would all be here."

I laughed, "Tell me you didn't invite Dad, Trevor and Chad."

She screwed up her face as if she'd tasted something awful, "Asshole, Drunk and Holier-than-thou will never, ever darken this door."

"You just 'told' her they'd be here," I said, as impressed by her thought process as I was her sexual prowess. 

"One ex-husband might have seemed like a challenge to Irene, just another set of heart-strings to sharpen her claws on," replied Ashley evenly. "But three ex-husbands? That'll keep her away. She wouldn't want them all ganging up on her."

"Shit," I whisper-shouted. "You're the household mistress alright, and a scary one at that."

She smiled at me slyly, "It's the police training."

"We just better reassure her of what a nice time we all had after the fact," I added and got us a couple of coolers from the fridge. 

"And that we'll be doing it again - often."