Shasta and Sarah get you a coke.

"Nope, no apron," Sarah tells you as you stand on the front porch of Mary Forbes' double-wide. Silver bells tinkle from the angel wind chime hanging from the corner. Shasta's brunette sister stands in the doorway with a look on her face like the thing with Taylor's work apron was some kind of line.

Which it was.

"Oh well, maybe my sister was just mixed up," you say.

"Hey, thanks for taking Shasta to get the beer," Sarah says. "Dad can't drink on the job for days at a time, so when he gets off, he really likes a beer. Just one or two, but good ones. He was all, 'What's with that Corona Lite stuff in the fridge?'"

Taylor's favorite beer. Tay must be taking enough lesbian booty calls from Mary that Mary had laid some beer in for her. With Mary's family all home, she and Taylor were probably taking a break.

"You want a coke? I'll have Shasta bring one out for you." She gives you an appraising look. "Dad'll give you the eye if you come in. Shasta's got him suspicious of any guy he sees her with."

"Okay," you say.

Sarah goes back into the house, closing the door. You step off the porch. Mary has a bunch of flowerpots on the porch, but their yard is mostly unkept, just enough to keep the high weeds down. You hear Sarah and Shasta talking from the kitchen window.

"I know that look on your face," Sarah says. "You didn't...you did?"

"No-ooo," Shasta says.

"C'mon, you're all pink in the face. And you've got tit-ons," Sarah says. "How big is his cock?"

"We just kissed," Shasta says. "Okay, he has a nice package."

Sarah laughs. "Thought so. You're not gonna sneak off with him now, are you?" she says.

"I don't knowwww," Shasta says.

"Well, Mom does work with his big sister, so maybe we should call Mom and get a background check on him, huh?" Sarah says.

"No, don't let Mom know," Shasta says.

"Shas," Sarah chides. "At least maybe we should ask Taylor about him."

"No-ooo," Shasta says.

Sarah snorts. You can practically hear the eyeroll.

Ice cubes tinkle into a glass. A hiss of carbonation. Liquid pours. A pause. A clink of glass.

"Hey, what's that? Sarah says.

"I thought Tom would appreciate it. Just a taste," Shasta says.

Sarah sniffs. "Save some of that Cuervo for later. We still gotta have sister time," she says.

"Okayyy," Shasta says.

You hear a kiss, then another kiss. A couple of little sighs. The fridge opens and closes. Glass clunks on something.

You tiptoe back onto the porch in time for Shasta to come out with a drink for you and another for herself. You sip, smiling at her. Her eyes are bright and wide, looking at you. The two of you sit down on a bench. She starts giving you little looks. You look back, smiling at her. You can see her mom in her face, but even more in her eager, glowing expression. Like Mary's face in her mirrored closet doors while you were fucking her from behind.

"You busy today?" Shasta asks. She runs her tongue over her lips.

You catch a motion in the window blinds. Sarah is keeping an eye on you.