House Guest

After a lovely breakfast together your mother gives you a big smooch then goes to get ready to go to Chloe’s and leaves the tidying up to you. While you were fatigued from the short and disturbed sleep you found yourself glad that you’d gotten up early to share this time with her. It is not long before you are bidding her goodbye at the front door.

“I’ll be back this afternoon.” She says with a hug. “Do not let Zoey go home until I get back so we can talk some more. Call me if you need to.”

“Yeah, I’ll do what I can.” You say. “Say hi to Chloe for me. And have fun shopping.”

“We will.” Your mom winks and heads out the door.

You head back to the kitchen then straight on through. Heading out the back door you take a seat on the patio. With your eyes closed you face the sun and enjoy the rejuvenating morning light along with the fresh air. You just sit, listening to the birds and the distant thrum of a lawn mower. And as you sit there relaxed and at peace your mind begins to wander. For some reason the fresh memory of your mother’s soft body in your arms springs to mind. Big breasts, wide hips, nice big ass…what a feast. A smile grows on your face as you imagine what Chloe and your mother would get up to before heading out to shop.

The old taboo compunctions were still there, but noticeably weaker than before. Even worse…you now knew how to fool your own psyche. As you picture your full figured mom and slip of a cousin beginning to get intimate, without even realizing it, you shift perspective in your imagination from first to third person. In your place you inject some random nondescript male and that made all the difference. In your mind’s eye you watch the man join Chloe and Mom. The pair of them, with lust in their eyes, eagerly welcome him into their erotic playtime.

“Mmmm.” You smile as your own desires flicker to life. The ache comes with it, but being alone you decide to see how far you could push it. You knew you could still feel sexual desire, you knew your dick could fill out a little bit, but you still didn’t know if you could achieve erection or do something with it once you had it. The worst possible combination you could imagine would be to have the feelings without the potency to do anything with them. Gripping the arms of the chair you steel yourself against the pain that would come and let your imagination….

“Jesse?”

You startle out of your fantasy and look toward the back door. Your little sister’s smiling face was poking out and looking at you.

“El?”

“Daydreaming?” Elsie titters, seeming to know what you were thinking like she often did. “Looked like a nice one.”

You shoot her a flippantly dirty look. “Well it WAS.”

“Sorry.” She giggles. “I just wanted to say good morning.”

Slapping your knees you get up from the patio chair and walk back into the house. There you see Zoey in one of Elsie’s nighties serving out some of the left over scramble onto two plates.

“Hey!” She chirps. “Mornin.”

“Mornin Zoey.” You say. “Sleep well?”

“Yeah.” She smiles. “Really well.”

“Good!”

Zoey and Elsie settle in at the table to eat their breakfast and you take a seat across from them. Even without make up and just waking up the pair of them were stunningly cute.

“You know.” You start the conversation that had to be tackled. “You’re welcome to stay awhile.”

“Mmm!” Elsie nods and swallows hard. “Yes! See, Jesse says so too, just like Mom did. You should stay.”

Zoey’s grin fades. She slowly lowers her fork and rests it upon the plate. “Um…I better not.”

What follows is a long conversation where you and El team up to try to convince Zoey to stay here, at least for awhile, and not return to her brute of a father. Unfortunately, the longer the talk goes the more Zoey’s position entrenches. She was scared. Scared of her father’s wrath and scared that she wouldn’t have a home to return to if she defied his will. You and El speak in soft soothing tone, sympathizing and cajoling with all only the best of intentions. Each of you **** to keep her here, away from the reach of her abuser. You assure her that she would have her own space in the basement, Elsie assures her that she would be no trouble at all, yet an hour later and Zoey was near tears and absolutely adamant that she had to go home as soon as possible.

It is then, at the worst of times, your older sister decides to make an appearance.

“Leave her alone. God you two can be annoying.” Fiona snaps as she strides into the kitchen and straight for the coffee maker. She was already dressed for the day, though much more casual than the night before. “If she wants to go, let her go.” She says as she pours herself a mug. “I’ll drive you home if you want Zoey.”

“Fiona.” Elsie says angrily, ready and willing to defend her friend even against her big sister. “This is none of your business.”

“The hell it isn’t.” Fiona turns and leans against the counter. “I’d have to live with her too.”

Zoey shrinks in her chair. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t you dare be sorry.” Elsie puts her arm around her. “Don’t listen to her. She’s a bully.”

“Stay out of this Fiona.” You say in a hard tone.

She looks at you and cocks a brow, there was something different in that usually devilish glint in her eyes. Her gaze turns back to the other blond in the room.

“So? You staying or going?” Fiona produces her car keys with a rattle. “Speak up.”

“I…I don’t…know.” Zoey stammers as she looks to you and Elsie with rising trepidation. You couldn’t help but note that her firm no from before suddenly wasn’t so firm anymore. “I…ummm…”

“Come on then.” Fiona prods. “Stay here safe or go back your piece of shit of a father. What is it?”

Zoey’s blue eyes widen as she bristles against Fiona’s blunt language. “He’s not…”

“Yeah. He is.” Your older sister says firmly, her eyes drilling into Zoey’s. “He is a fucking piece of human garbage. No real man would treat his little girl like he treated you.”

“Fiona, be gentle.” Elsie pleads.

“Fuck that.”

“He…he’s gonna be mad.” Zoey whimpers, her eyes seeming to beseech Fiona for…something. “He’ll be so mad.”

“Good!” Fiona laughs, the type of cruel laugh that put you on edge. “Let him be mad. I’m pretty fucking mad too. If he comes here it’ll be the last mistake he ever makes.” She spoke with such…confidence, such…dominance, there could be no doubt to the brutal honesty of her words. Zoey was speechless, so were you and El. “Stay.” Fiona says with a shrug. “At least for a week. You can take things from there. A break will do you good. Clear your head.” Fiona stands tall. “If Elsie made it our business…then the Bailey’s have your back kid.”

“Uhhhh…” Zoey was lost, but clearly softening.

“Well…” Fiona says matter of factly, as if it had all been decided. “…if you’re going to be staying here you might as well make yourself useful. What can you do?”

“Fiona!” El snaps defensively. “She’s not a maid! She’s a guest!”

Her older sister ignores her though, her eyes still focused on Zoey. “Well?”

Zoey’s face scrunches up as she thinks a moment. “Well…I can do hair, nails, make-up. I wanna be a stylist.”

“There we go! An in-house stylist. Hot damn. That’ll be handy.” Fiona says with a spark of good humor you hadn’t seen from her in years. “I might be able to swing some work your way if you’re up for it and not prudish about your clientele.” She tilts her head. “Anything else?”

There is a pause as Zoey thinks harder. “I can cook a little bit.”

“Can you drive? Do you have your license?”

“Yeah.”

“Now we’re talking.” Twirling her car keys three times like some old timey gunslinger Fiona takes two big steps toward the table then slaps the keys into Zoey’s hand. The girl looks at them in confusion. From a pocket Fiona pulls out a thin neatly folded wad of twenty dollar bills and puts it atop the keys. “You can make supper tonight. Take my car, it’s the Honda, and get whatever you need.” You and El look at each other in disbelief, Fiona never let anybody drive her car. “Do you have a specialty?” Fiona asks. “What’s your best dish?”

Zoey stares down at her hand. “Um…tacos I guess.”

“Great. Can’t remember the last time we had Mexican.” Fiona says.

Zoey’s thumb rubs slowly across the face of the cash, you could practically hear the gears turning in her head.

“You’ll have to take a turn on chores.” Fiona continues. “If you’re living with us you gotta chip in. That’s not going to be a problem though, is it?”

“Huh?” Zoey looks back up at the towering figure of Fiona.

“If you’re going to live with us.” Fiona says again, far more gently and with the loveliest smile you’d ever seen on her. “You have to do your share.” She then quips. “Unless you’re too busy or…”

Zoey shakes her head vehemently. “No, no! I’m not busy. I don’t mind.” The bubbly blond is suddenly full of life, sitting up tall she asks. “I’m not usually allowed to…” Her grip on the money now tightens fully. “What if there’s change? What if there’s not enough? I’m not so good with money.”

Fiona chuckles. “You’ll figure it out. You’re a clever girl.”

Zoey giggles and nods. She looks to you. “You said you can make me a room…in the basement? I won’t be in anybody’s way?”

“Uh…yeah.” You say. “No problem.”

She looks to Elsie. “You sure this isn’t a problem? I don’t want to take advantage.”

“Er, no. No problem.” El answers.

She looks back to Fiona. “I swear I’ll pull my weight. I won’t be a burden.”

Your older sister just nods. In a grave tone she asks. “Do you need anything from back home?” She motions to you. “Jesse and I can come with you.”

She shakes her head. “I’m okay. Dad should be out right now. I can grab some things while I’m out and come right back. I don’t have much.”

“I’ll come with…” You start to say until Fiona grips your shoulder

“She said she’s okay.” Fiona says sternly. “She knows what she’s doing.”

“I…I’ll go right away.” Zoey springs up from the table. “Do you want me to pick up anything else?”

Fiona shrugs. “Surprise us.”

Zoey, with a skip to her step, zips out of the room and upstairs to get dressed. Just like that the Bailey’s now had a house guest, perhaps even a permanent addition.

You and Elsie stare at each other in stunned silence. In five minutes of casual conversation Fiona had made Zoey feel more welcome here than the hour of soothing loving pitying talk the pair of you had piled on her combined. Together you look up to your older sister dumbfounded.

She sips her coffee and glances from one of your faces to the other. Then, looking rather annoyed, she points at you and says. “Not a fucking word!”

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