What Shelly Needs

The house is dark when you arrive, which is just as good. The ride back from Bella's house had been painful, awkward, and silent. Your step-mother, a title you reserve for Glynda when you are mad at her, had just ruined a perfect evening. Not that you would tell her that. No, that would ruin Bella's reputation and her career. You are mad at your step-mother, but not enough to hurt your new love.

You suspect that she knew what was going on between you and your teacher. You hope that it never gets beyond suspicion. In retrospect, staying overnight at a teacher's house, alone, was a bit obvious. You think that the play acting you and Bella did when you were picked up might have thrown her off the trail, but it would be better to lay off the overnights for a while. You would just have to find a way to make daytime visits work.

Who ever said that love would be easy?

Not wanting to make a lot of noise, both Glynda and you slip your shoes off at the front door, and sneak toward your bedrooms. You hear her whisper to you, "We'll talk about this in the morning," to which you grunt your ascent. The last thing you want to do is have THAT talk tonight. Maybe after a good night's sleep, which you are uncertain you can now attain, you'll feel like talking. Maybe tomorrow you'll know what to say to calm her down.

Slipping into your dark bedroom, you flick on the light and stifle a shout. You are not alone. On the bed, your bed, is your sister Shelly. In nothing but a pair of grey knee-high socks. The fingers of her left hand are furiously rubbing between her legs, obviously trying to get herself off, while her right hand held a pair of your dirty underwear to her mouth and nose.

She noticed you enter.

Not slowing with her left hand, Shelly drops the underwear beside the bed and beckons you to come to her.

"I don't know where the fuck you've been," she whispers, seemingly sensitive to the situation with your step-mother, "but you need to come here right now and give me what I need."