Too Much Information

“We should probably unlock the door.” Lydia said as they finally broke apart. She was wiping tears from her eyes, but she had a bit of a smile on her face. She had just gone through a bunch of tough emotions, and the vulnerability it left on her face, the hope mixed with doubt, she looked so beautiful.

“Yeah.” Scott said, but he just stared at her.

“What?” Lydia said, smiling but self-conscious.

“This is us now.” Scott said.

“Yeah.” She said, and her smile deepened, her eyes glowing. The knowledge that they were together again, with a chance to be better for each other.

Scott scooped her up, kissing her and spun her around.

She smiled at him, a real smile. It was a rare sight to see her look actually happy. It gave Scott a pain in his chest, this situation with Lydia didn’t seem healthy at all, and yet he was in it, and he wanted to be in it.

They headed to the back door and went back outside, it had been over an hour since Scott had gone inside the house. Angel and Martha were sitting on chairs, wrapped in towels and talking It looked much calmer now than the usual family meet up.

“You kids okay?” Martha asked.

“Yeah.” Scott replied.

The rest of the time went well. Angel talked to him, but like family, and not like a horny cougar stalking her prey. Martha was nervous, but she was always nervous, always fretting about him. He really needed to talk to her as well, so many things to clear the air about.

They started telling stories of the good times they had together, mostly when Scott was young, lots of road trips in Angel’s old van that she had once followed bands around in. Family, some peanut butter and jelly, a tent that could barely fit the four of them, and whatever money Angel had won gambling or gotten from whatever random guy she was with. She always had a story about where the money came from, and Scott never knew what was true and what wasn’t.

He glanced over at Lydia, and she smiled back, a comfortable smile. Enjoying a rare moment of peace in their crazy family.

When the sun started to drop toward the trees, they gathered up some wood and started a fire. They sat there, drinking and talking, reminiscing and discussing the future.

When the sky got truly dark, they put out the fire.

“Shit.” Scott said, trying to walk, “I had way too much of your punch Angel.”

“Oh no!” she said mockingly, “You’ll have to come sleep in my room then.”

“No, I’ll take Scott up on the second floor.” Lydia said.

“Are you two. . . okay?” Martha asked, genuinely concerned. She had seen Scott came home after Lydia ditched him when they were teenagers, she knew the mess it turned him into.

“Yeah mom, I think we really are.”

“Well, I guess that leaves you with me Martha.” Angel said, putting her arm around her.

“Oh no, I’ll take the couch.”

“You’ll be cold out there, and besides, there’s nothing to fear.”

Martha yelped and slapped Angel’s hand away from her. “Angel!”

“Oh come on Martha, look at the two of them, I don’t think we need to worry about scandalizing your son anymore.”

Scott was stunned. What was happening right now?

“I’m not. . .”

“Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself you don’t like it.” Angel was grabbing Martha’s ass.

“Please.” Martha was practically begging, her face red with embarrassment as they walked in the door.

Angel looked back, a devious smile on her face.

“Hey Scott, did you know your mom’s a squirter?”

“Angel NO!” Martha shrieked. He heard her running, but not up the stairs, she definitely ran to Angel’s room.

Angel winked at Scott. “You two have fun now.”

Scott turned to Lydia. “Is that. . . real?”

“You didn’t know?”

“No. How long?”

Lydia rolled her eyes, “Oh my God Scott, since forever. They used to have threesomes with your dad all the time.”

Scott took a second to process it, he knew they were adopted, but still, Angel and his dad had grown up together in the same house, as brother and sister.

“When did they start?”

“I just told you.”

“No, Angel and Gerry.”

Lydia looked at Scott nervously. “Your mom started that, Heather, before they married.”

Scott was stunned. He’d never heard any of this. He didn’t want to know any of this.

Lydia saw the expression on his face.

“With how you felt about your mother after she died, Martha was very careful what you were told about her.”

Scott didn’t know how to process this. He was far too tired and drunk. “I need to sleep.”

They went upstairs, to the room they had changed in, had fucked in earlier.

Lydia stripped, and stripped Scott as well. She laid down facing him. “Come here.”

“Lydia, I’m too drunk.”

“I just want you to hold me.”

“Okay, I can do that.”

He climbed into the bed, Lydia flipped over and spooned into him. He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her hair.

“I’m so glad you’re here Scott.”

“Me too.”

They laid there in silence for a while, resting but too enamored with the feel of each other to sleep.

“MMM, FUCK!” came a voice from downstairs.

Lydia giggled.

“I can’t even.” Scott said.

“I can’t believe you never knew.”