Chloe the

You stand stunned a moment...until you notice that the pistol in her hand was plainly made out of plastic. You see the small hole at the tip where water was meant to squirt from.

You cross your arms. "Chloe, what is this?"

She narrows her eyes threateningly and slowly approaches you. "I'm here to **** you. I'm gonna **** the shit out of you so you really know what you're missing."

Your mother's voice comes from behind you. "Oh for heaven's sake. Chloe!"

"You too Aunt Helen. You can **** him too. We'll do it together. We'll give you a night you'll NEVER forget!"

You put your hands on your hips and tap your foot, looking at her nonplussed.

Her angry bold expression quickly evaporates. "Um...err..." Her gun hand wavers around. "So can we? Please?"

"I thought you were **** me. You don't ask permission to ****." You say.

"Well...that's just rude. Come on, say yes or...um..."

"You'll shoot me?"

"Uhhhhhh...yes?" Her confidence was draining from her by the second.

"You'll just have to shoot me Chloe."

"Awwww, come on!" She whines. "Let me **** you!"

"Nope, pull the trigger Chloe." You glance over your shoulder. "Bye Mom, it was nice knowing you." Your mother rolls her eyes.

"Okay then, you asked for it!" Chloe says. She points the gun at you and pulls the trigger. Nothing happens. She does it again. Then again and again, pumping the trigger with her finger. Finally a thick clear pink substance slowly oozes from the tip of the gun and dribbles down to the floor off of the barrel.

You laugh. "Ha ha ha! What the hell is in it?"

Chloe cringes. "Anal lube."

"Ha ha ha ha ha! I don't think those are designed for lube! Ha ha ha ha!" You hold your stomach.

Your mother, being a mother, lets out a sigh of exasperation and steps past you. She snatches the gun from Chloe. "What is this all about?"

Chloe's shoulders slump. "I just...wanted to **** him. With his permission of course."

Your mother scolds her. "Now you listen here young lady. Jesse has his girl coming over and he wants to make a good impression. She's going to be here any minute and he doesn't need you around acting all silly."

Chloe's face brightens. "Casey's coming over! Oh boy!"

You chuckle. "It's okay Mom. We made plenty. Do you want to stay for supper Chloe?"

She nods enthusiastically. From the one time they had met you knew Chloe and Casey got on well.

Chloe steps in and closes the door. "Thanks! So Aunt Helen, did you convince him?"

Your mother shakes her head. "No dear." She sighs. "He convinced me."

Chloe is rocked. "What!? Not you too!"

Mom smiles. "I'm afraid so honey. It's over. The Bailey way is no more." She steps in and gives her diminutive niece a big hug, damn near encompassing Chloe completely. Helen kisses her head. "We'll be a normal family now. It's for the best."

You enter the embrace. "And a close family. A family that visits and does things together." You stroke Chloe's slender back. "You won't be alone Chloe."

Your cousin hugs your both back and then steps back. She straightens her thick glasses. There was a look of defeat to her. She was sad but not despondent. She had had some time to process it now, unlike when you blindsided her at her office. This was her final crazy play, and it had failed. She knew when she was licked. She lets out a long breath. "I'll hold you to that Jesse."

You put a hand over your heart. "I swear. I am thinking we might start a weekly supper or movie night. A family night. A night for just us Bailey's."

"Porno movies?"

You chuckle. "No. Just regular movies."

She sighs. "That does sound nice actually."

Your mother grins. "Oh, I love that idea!" She then quips. "Fiona won't agree though."

"I think she will." You say confidently.

Chloe lets out another exaggerated sigh. "Well...shit."

You smile and grip her thin shoulder. "It'll be okay."

She smiles back. "Yeah. I'll miss being with everyone. I guess Daddy's just gonna have to pick up the slack."

You chuckle. "Yeah, if he wants to be with you, he'll have to."

Her smile brightens. "That's not so bad!"

The three of you share a light laugh and hug once more.

Just then the doorbell rings again. The three of you, all still standing in the cramped entry way, turn to open the door.