Goodbyes

Three showers and a quick laundry cycle later, the siblings were ready to leave.

Samuel he escorted them to the front door. Several hours had passed since Nancy arrived, and though it was still windy, the rain had passed while they'd been fucking. The air smelled of petrichor. He breathed it in deep.

"Now, remember our agreement: you keep our secret, and we'll keep yours. Got it?"

Wesley had a haunted look in his eye, but he nodded. "I—I will, sir."

Samuel believed him. Wesley didn't want to be revealed for a faggot any more than Samuel wanted to be revealed for a predator of pregnant girls. Or the father of a bastard, for that matter.

Brother and sister walked down the garden path, hand in hand.

"Oh, and Wesley?" Samuel called after them.

Wesley turned back.

"If you do come back, I want you wearing something nice, understood? Ask your sister, she'll know what to do."

He shut the door without waiting for Wesley's response.