Convince Trish to sneak away

The panic you're feeling subsides slightly when you see Gwen pull out her phone and start texting as soon as she parks. Your sister can burn five, maybe ten minutes that way depending on the number of friends she has to catch up with after a drive. You dash back to the bedroom to find your lover, still totally naked, lounging on a chair and flipping through the family photo album Mom keeps.

She holds up the book, open to a glossy print from your last vacation, you and Gwen grinning like idiots after running and jumping off a small cliff into a lake. "Quite the cutie," she says, pointing to Gwen. Then she taps your image and says, "You were good looking too. Had some nice muscles and a strong jaw too." Before you can untie your tongue she snaps the album shut and puts it back, saying "Whoever's fucking with you they haven't changed any pictures yet - bet you're still John to Gwen."

The way you're feeling right now it surprises you that Trish was actually doing something useful. Still, time's a wasting. "Get dressed, shit, hurry! Gwen is in the driveway. Now is not the time to meet her."

Trish stretches and strokes her chin. "Kay. You grab your stuff, I'll fix the bed, no problem."

With even a hint of a plan you race to your room, only realizing halfway there that you're still nearly naked. You're reminded when you make a sharp turn and feel your left breast smack against your left arm. Fuck - now you know why girls don't like getting hit in the tits. More firsthand info you could have done without.

Your backpack feels way heavier than it should. When you lug it back into the master bedroom you find Trish spritzing the bed with an odor killer your Mom likes. Though Trish's own room is a mess she does know how to make a bed - and well. Even you can't tell this bed was used for hot sex just minutes ago.

Trish gives you a hand with your bra, then hands you your clothes and starts dressing herself. In no time you're downstairs and slipping out the back door. Thankfully you haven't heard a key in the lock, so Gwen has to be oblivious. As you pull aside a few small branches to clear the way over the fence into the neighbor's yard Trish says, "Mmmm, now what's the best way to introduce ourselves?" You look around, wondering if your neighbor is home, but no, Trish is looking in roughly the direction of the driveway.

"Please, Trish, please, not now." You grab her arm and tug her gently toward the fence. "There are better places to meet her, please."

Trish ignores your tugging. She keeps staring back. You feel a deep sense of dread - is this another effect of Trish's tattoo - the one she got because of you? Then Trish turns and pulls you into a hug. "Sorry Jane, but you're so cute when you get worked up." She rubs up and down your spine and pulls your head down until it's nestled between her breasts. "Later on I'd like to hear about these better places. Did you think about seducing your sister when you were John? Naughty girl."

Finally she lets you go and the two of you hop over the fence, making your escape. Your heart flutters a little - did you have some feelings for Gwen? Sure, you knew she was attractive. Everyone knew that. But you try to remember - did you ever think of your sister in a sexual way? It's like a blank spot in your memory. It leaves you confused. How you feel about Trish lusting after her leaves you even more confused.

There's a poke on your shoulder. "Earth to Jane," says Trish. You realize that you've reached her car and she's holding the door open for you. Embarrassed, you quickly scoot into the passenger seat and try to collect your thoughts. When Trish gets in on the driver's side she looks at you in a funny way and asks, "What's bouncing around in there? I thought you were waiting for me to get the door, but you were just zoned out, weren't you?"

You nod, trying not to blush at how scatterbrained you're being. Trish gives you a friendly smile and a gentle pat on the shoulder. "Babe, you're stressing out. And there's one proven way to deal with that - chocolate ice cream." She pauses for a moment and adds, "Maybe some lunch first, but then chocolate ice cream, right?"

You smile and agree. Sex certainly gives you an appetite. And this morning the only 'breakfast' you got was a cream filling. As Trish drives you toward one of her favorite places one thought that won't go away is that it was so very romantic of her to hold a door for you.