Tell Abbie she’s right, mom has been acting weird — she’s even been hinting about getting sexual with you

On the drive to school, you sit sideways in the passenger seat watching Abbie drive. You notice she keeps glancing over towards you. You speak up, pretending to hesitate, “Um, Abbie… I asked you to drive me today ‘cause I wanted to talk to you about something.”

She looks over at you with a concerned expression. “It isn’t something bad, I hope. What can I do?”

“I don’t know whether it’s bad or not, but… it’s weird. Can you park at the beach so we can talk for a little bit?”

Abbie nods, “Of course, if it’s what you want.” She turns the car and heads down the road to the little town beach near your house. You figure it will be deserted this early on a weekday before the season. After driving quietly for a while, she says, “What’s it about Dave? You can tell me anything.”

You pause a long time before answering her. You want her to think you’re having trouble saying it out loud. “It’s what you were saying about mom acting strange… You were right. There’s something really different about her. That’s why I wanted to talk to you out of the house.”

Abbie pulls into the small parking lot, looking out over the beach on the small bay.

“Mom has been really, um, affectionate with me lately, Abbie, like… physically.”

Your sister nods, “Yeah, I’ve noticed she’s been more touchy-feely recently. She was giving me a massage yesterday.” She leans towards you, and her hand rests on your thigh. You can see the outline of her stiff nipples poking up under her tank top.

You shake your head. “I don’t mean just hugs and backrubs. She’s been… I don’t know… flirty… suggestive…” you drop your voice to a near whisper. “She told me that she has a sex dream about me.”

Abbie’s face flushes bright red, and her breathing gets heavier. Her hand clenches slightly on your thigh. “Its… not that bad is it? people have weird sex dreams all the time. They don’t necessarily mean anything. Right? I mean… you dream about the people you see every day. So… they get into your sex dreams. Doesn't that make sense? You’ve probably dreamt about mom too, the whole Oedipus thing.” It sounds like she’s trying to convince herself more than you that it’s normal. She pauses. “Have you ever dreamed about me… that way?” she asks in a quieter voice.

You nod, but don’t respond to that question directly. “I suppose you’re right, it’s not unusual to have an occasional dirty dream about someone in your family. Don’t you think it’s a little strange that she keeps bringing it up? It’s not the kind of thing mom would normally even mention. And… there’s more. She woke me up by kissing me on the lips. Mom never gets up before me, and she certainly never woke me up with a kiss like that before.”

Abbie blinks, looking stunned by that news. “Wow!” she says low. “That’s… not normal — you’re right. But… it’s hard to blame her. She’s been alone for a long time. I can understand why any woman could have thoughts and urges towards you, Stretch. It’s hard to resist urges sometimes, even when you know they’re wrong.” Her hand is sliding up and down on your thigh.

You nod to her. “I knew you’d be understanding, Abs. I love that I can talk to you about anything.” You smile warmly at her. “Would you be shocked if I told you that… I kind of like it? Like you said, it’s hard to resist urges. I’ve never gotten that kind of attention from a girl before. And mom is a very beautiful, loving woman.”

You look her directly in the eyes. “Would you think I was terrible, if part of me… wanted to act on it? Would it be the worst thing in the world?”

Abbie’s eyes go wide, “I could never think you’re terrible. You’re the most wonderful guy in the world. It’s kind of natural, isn’t it, to want to be close and affectionate with people you love? If… if… if acting on those feelings with mom would make you happy… you shouldn’t worry if anybody else thinks it’s wrong.”

You lean towards her and wrap your arms around her in a tight hug. “You’re the best, Abs. You never judge me. I love you so much.” You can feel a shudder run through her body at the contact, and when you tell her you love her she lets out a soft moan.

Her arms hold you tighter. She buries her face in the side of your neck. “I just want you to be happy, Dave. If mom would make you happy, you should be with her.” Then her voice becomes even quieter, meek. “Do you think I could make you happy, too?”