A knock at the door

Before you have time to decide, someone is knocking at your front door. Which is weird, since you have a buzzer at the apartment entryway. Was it one of your neighbors?

You walk past the kitchen and hand the gun to Eric, telling him with hand signs and mouth movements to hide it somewhere. There is another knock at the door, overly fast, giving you a worried feeling in your stomach. Was the apartment complex on fire?

You go over to the door, look through the peep hole and feel a different sort dread. It was your sister, Janet, mother of Eric, and she looked pissed.

You sighed deeply and glanced behind you. Eric wasn't visible, but you figured he'd get the idea and hide out of sight when he heard who was here. You unlock the door and open it to look your sister in the face.

God, you weren't really dressed at all for seeing her, but hopefully it would make her feel a bit awkward to meet her sister dressed to impress.

"Hi there!" you say with a smile as you open the door. "Have you lost your phone or something?" you asked her, wondering why she hadn't called ahead.

"No," she said as she walked into your apartment and closed the door behind her, giving your outfit a look of disapproval and taking a breath through her nose, which seemed to make her look even more stone faced. Your apartment probably smelled like a mix of perfume, shampoo and sex, so you could figure she was starting to put two and two together.

"You got someone over?" Janet asked in a suspicious tone, walking into your living room.

"I believe they left after they showered," you say, following her and glancing towards the kitchen. Eric wasn't in there, so he probably snuck into the guest room which was connected to the kitchen. "What's this visit about?"

"I wanted to see your view from the living room," Janet said as she looked out the window. "Because I think I recognized the view from somewhere," she said while pulling out her phone to look at something on the screen.

"I don't understand," you say, with a sneaky suspicion where this was going.

"Ah, yes," she said as she revealed a selfie picture of Eric he'd taken in some social media app. "This was shared last week," she said and scrolled to another picture. Another picture of Eric with the same background. "And this the week before. Notice what he's writing below the image?"

You lean close and read through the text. "Over with my main squeeze..." you read out loud as you feel a blush growing on your face. You never were much of a liar before and you don't seem to be much better now.

"So, to my next question," Janet said, her gaze burning into your eyes. "Are you fucking Eric, Mica? Are you fucking your sister's son?"