Zoey's Entrance

You finish your liquid dinner and jello dessert then wash it down with the water. Once done your mother rolls the tray away from the bed.

What she had said was sinking in. You could appreciate where she was coming from and honestly you couldn't hold it against her. Hell, you probably would do the same thing in her position. Fiona was being rash and impractical. Being openly in a relationship with her brother would have ramifications nobody would like, it was touching but also naive. You had no doubts about the relationship itself, but it had to remain a secret if it was to work. Letting her studies suffer to sit by your bed...again, it came from a good place but it was terribly short sighted. Many of your mother's frustrations were well justified.

But, like you, your mother didn't have all the answers. She couldn't see the complete picture. She said that Fiona was likely too far gone and would always want to get her way, but she didn't hear Fiona call you her prince and give up her life in the spotlight for you. She didn't see the significance of her daughter putting on that long family dress again. She didn't see the way Fiona cared for you after playing with you. She didn't see how Fiona always stopped the moment you said your safe word. She didn't hear about Fiona's dreams of being a provider for her own family.

You loved Fiona. You loved your mother. You had a few months to try to figure this out.

You settle back and chat with you Mom for a time before a knock comes to the door. It was the police. As you had been warned they wanted to talk to you about the night you were injured. Your Mom is told to leave the room and they get right to business. Right away you could tell two things. One, they had pretty much wrapped this case up and were simply interviewing you to check a box so they could file it away. And two, the middle aged detective interviewing you was seriously squicked out by the entire thing. You could also tell there was some sympathy toward you for the news getting out about your incestuous escapade, but only some. You are given a stern warning on the morality and legality of what you were doing and told that you were lucky that intercourse hadn't actually taken place. You answer succinctly and politely and weather the storm. You found a bit of Fiona's mindset had taken root as about halfway through you realized you just didn't give a shit what these people thought. They were outsiders. They couldn't understand. As they leave you are confident it would be the last you would see them.

As the door swings open you hear bubbly excited giggling pour into the room. The detectives stand to the side as El and her friend Zoey bounce past them. El had a look of freedom in her laughing face. Usually while out in public she was very reserved and shy, something about the perky blonde Zoey seemed to have open her up and it was incredible to behold. With this fresh confidence Elsie's full beauty bloomed. You catch the two detectives giving the pair a once over as any straight man would. You couldn't blame them! Both 18 years old and hot as a hell-fire El and Zoey could make a cadaver sprout wood. What was more, they both seemed oblivious to it...which somehow made them even hotter!

You see out in the hall your mother waiting to speak with the police. They give you a hard look then leave.

Elsie hurries up to your bedside while Zoey hangs back just behind her. Elsie was wearing an open green cotton field jacket with a tight white and pink Hello Kitty t shirt beneath. As always she wore a long dress, this one a pleasant red. In her hands was a tablet. Zoey for her part was wearing blue jeans that looked painted on, her bubble ass seeming to defy gravity, and a white shirt that barely covered her belly with the loud pink letters "Barbie" splashed across her perky C-cups. In her arms she carried a denim jacket and on her back was a pink back pack. Long blonde hair flowed loosely down her back and a pair of dangly earrings hung from her lobes. Both of their make up was on point. Zoey was about the same height but a bit more slender in the busts and hips than your sister.

El leans in and kisses your cheek. "You're awake! Hey big brother."

You smile. "Hey El. Hey Zoey."

"Hi!" Zoey chirps brightly, her big sky blue eyes batting a few times.

"What are you guys doing here?"

"To keep you company of course." Elsie replies though you could read something else going on in those dark eyes of hers.

"Well, I sure am glad to see ya."

"I brought you a present!" Zoey announces in a burst, obviously too excited to keep it a secret.

"Oh, Zoey, thank you. You didn't have to." You say with a grin. Normally it would have been a pleasantry, but in this case you actually meant it. From what you knew of the girl she came from a very poor family. Your fears are put to rest as she swings off her backpack and pulls out a simple little pink fuzzy teddy bear.

"Get well soon Jesse!" She cheers.

"Awww. It is adorable, thank you Zoey."

She giggles and bounces at the appreciation, and bounce she does!

Elsie was all smiles. "Just put it on the dresser for now Zoey."

Her friend prances across the room and nestles the bear in and among the vases of flowers and the greeting cards. You hear her let out a curious little peep. "What's this? This is a funny looking vase, it's closed on top."

She picks the fat black plastic fleshlight that Chloe had given you from among the gifts. "Wait..." You start to say but it was too late. Pop! She twists the top of the sex toy off to reveal its squishy interior business end.

Her eyes widen as she sees what is inside. "Eeeeee! Oh my god! It's a pussy! It's a pussy vase!"

Elsie's eyes dart to the door, just outside two police officers were standing. She waves frantically at Zoey with one hand. "Would you put that down!"

"Oooops!" She clumsily puts the top back on and plants it back down on the dresser, damn near knocking over two vases in the process. "Sorry! Sorry! I didn't know it was a pussy. Sorry I touched your coochie."

You give Elsie a inquisitive look. Your sister smiles and tries to hide her laugh.

Smash!

"Ooopsie doopsie!"

Your sister covers her face. "Oh my god, Zoey!" She sounded mad but she was still laughing under her breath.

One of the vases had wobbled off of the table as Zoey had tried to step away. The thin clay vase had shattered and colorful flowers now littered the corner of your room. "Oh no! I'm sorry!"

"Just leave it Zoey!" You say. "Back away from the dresser, very slowly."

Her hands out in front of her she creeps backward. The noise had brought the attention of your mother and the two officers, whom had stuck their heads back in the room. You wave them off. "It was just an accident. Nothing big."

Zoey looks their way and confesses. "I had an oopsie doopsie. It fell down and went smashie. Sorry. I didn't know about the coochie."

The confused police give you each a long disapproving look before fading back out without saying a word.

"Get over here silly." Elsie pulls Zoey back to stand by her side. You noticed an easy body language between the two of them. Zoey stands very close beside your sister and gives you a guilty look.

"I'm so sorry, they were so pretty. I swear I'll buy you more."

You shake your head. "It's okay Zoey. Just clean it up before you go."

"Okay!" And just like that the entire incident was forgotten. She then states flat out. "Hey! So I hear you and Fiona are dating!"

You sputter as you look at her in disbelief.

"SHUSSSSSH!" Elsie chides. "The cops are literally just outside."

"Oh, whoops." Zoey brings a hand to her mouth, her pink nails matching her pink lips. "Uhhhhh...why are the cops interested in your brother's love life? Do they want to date Jesse!?"

"Oh geez." El looks at you apologetically before returning her attention to her friend. "Cause it's illegal. Now shush!"

Zoey runs two fingers across her mouth to 'zip' her lips shut.

You look at the pair in wonderment. What did your keenly intelligent sister see in Zoey? Sure she was hot but...yeesh!

El gives you a cute grimace and grips your hand. "Sorry about that."

Before long the cops are gone and your mother enters just long enough to say goodbye. "You kids have fun. Don't keep your brother up too late, he needs his rest."

El rolls her eyes. "Yes Mom."

Hugs and kisses all around. Zoey even lines up for one which amuses your mother to no end. She gives the little blonde and quick hug and a peck on the cheek before heading home.

"Bye Mom!" Zoey says loudly, still waving as if your mother could see her. She is beaming as the door swings closed. "You are so lucky Elsie, you have such a nice family." She says to El with no small amount of jealousy. Something about the way she said that made you wonder if perhaps her own home life wasn't all that great.

El just shrugs. "Yeah, they're pretty great." Watching over her shoulder Elsie waits to make sure your Mom wasn't coming back before plopping the tablet she'd been carrying down on your lap. "Okay, let's get down to business."

"Hee hee hee! Eeeee!" Zoey squeals excitedly as she rushes around to stand at your other side.

You look left and right, from one dark eyed beauty to a blue eyed one. Both of them leaning in and staring at you intently.