The twins from next door:

You hear the door open, and fight the urge to sprint for the stairs. But you stay put, fearing what might come of any disobedience.

“Hello Ms. Thrust!” two voices chime from the door, the Bellwood sisters. Your blood runs cold.

“Oh hello girls, sorry for my appearance, what brings you by?”

“Oh you don’t need to apologize,” one says.

“We like the way you look, especially in that robe,” the other adds.

“Oh well aren’t you two the sweetest, would you like to come in to get out of the cold?” She laughs, “Or at least so I can.”

“Of course, thank you,” they say, as you hear the door close, “Is Everly here by any chance?” One asks.

“Oh somewhere around here I’m sure.”

“Oh good, we wanted to talk to him about something we saw last night,” one of them says.

“Oh?” you can hear the realization in your mother’s voice, “Everly didn’t do anything inappropriate I hope.”

“Oh not at all Ms. Thrust,” one says.

“We just saw something interesting, and were wondering if he would do it again for us,” the other says.

“Is that so,” your mom hums in thought for a moment, “You two wouldn’t be talking about the maid thing would you?”

You nearly swear, but hold your tongue, it was bad enough having to do any of this. The fact your mother was about to tell even more people was making it even worse.

“We are,” they say, “Everly put on quite a show.”

“I’m aware, my apologies, I didn’t think anyone else would see.”

“Oh we aren’t upset,” one says, the other adding, “we actually enjoyed it. But we weren’t going to say anything until we saw that cute skirt this morning.”

“You enjoyed it did you?” your mother says, her voice turning conspiratorial.

“We did, will that be happening more often?”

“That depends on Everly, though I could use your help with her. See she has told me she is now my daughter, no longer my son. But she is just so shy about it, it’s part of why I made her put that little show on.”

You can’t believe your mom is admitting to making you do that, or that she is claiming that you are the one who decided you were her daughter.

“Oh is that so?” One asks, as they enter the dining room, “I guess that fits, we always thought Everly was too pretty of a name for a boy.”

“And we would love to help you if it means we might see more of that!” the other added, “It would be so fun to teach her how to be a proper girl.”

“Well thank you girls, right now I’m teaching her an important lesson about being on time, and hopefully she’ll learn how to properly eat a pussy in the process.”

“Now that sounds like something I would love to help with!” one says.

“Well aren’t you eager,” your mom laughs, “If you want to help with that, then take a seat in that chair there. And don’t worry about making a mess, the floor is tile and my daughter will clean up after anyways.”

You cannot believe your ears, your mom just told someone you’d eat them out. You take a steadying breath, trying to come to terms with the fact that at this point. What you just heard is becoming less shocking.