All characters engaged in sex are over the age of eighteen.
The Hidden Acres way is a local mantra of sorts. On the surface it embodies the attitude of a small town that takes pride in its backwood, country ways. It is also the code word among those who practice the tenets of the Jocaline Order. This loosely organized group made up of women, almost exclusively mothers, have taken to heart that their responsibility to love their families includes intimate relations with all of their family members.
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Lydia Wilson was still riding a euphoric high from the events of Saturday night. Her husband's embrace of her illicit flirting with their son had turned into something wilder than she could have ever imagined. The fact that she had taken both of them at the same time, her husband from behind and her son in her mouth, was something she still couldn't think about without getting goosebumps and a bit damp.
She was headed to Elaine Austin's home for lunch, driving through the windy roads that led to her majestic home in the hills. Stewart Austin was a senior partner at Darden and Bullard's, the only major law firm in Logan, and his success was well rewarded.
Lydia felt a bit nervous at the prospect of a social visit with Elaine, the woman had a reputation for being a shark in a small pond. Elaine Austin was known by everyone in town, either for her looks or her reputation. The elites of Logan tiptoed around Elaine and with good cause. One word from her and a family could find themselves out in the cold in both business and social circles.
When Elaine had suggested lunch, Lydia had dismissed it as polite conversation, but then the phone had rang Monday, only a day later. Now it was Tuesday and she was following the directions she'd been given to a one on one meeting. The invitation couldn't have been more of a surprise if it had come from the Governor. She had demurred at first, but Elaine insisted and Lydia relented.
Pulling up to the house, she felt her nervousness get even worse. The majestic home was so much larger than her own modest dwelling in town. So many large windows everywhere on the ground floor, Lydia questioned where the walls were that held them in place. She wondered if she could live in a home that offered such a clear view inside. Did the Austin's not value their privacy? She looked around and laughed at herself, there were no neighbors for miles around, they had no worry of people looking in.
"Lydia!" Elaine cried as she opened the oversized front door. "Oh I'm so glad you came!"
Her host was dressed in grey linen slacks and a white, short sleeved silk blouse. Lydia felt a tad underdressed in her best casual dress. She craned her neck to look about as she was ushered into the home, her eyes drinking in the collection of curios from all over the world and the fine furniture.
"You look stunning," Elaine said with a genuine smile as she led her further into the house.
They passed a majestic staircase and headed down a hall and entered a room on the left with more ceiling to floor windows that looked out over the valley. It was a breathtaking view and she was glad to see this is where they would be taking their lunch. Next to the window, lunch had been laid out on a bistro table,the kind she imagined you might find in a Paris cafe.
"So tell me, have you been friends with Dorothy long?" Elaine asked as they sat down.
"Well, I met her years ago, but recently my son and a boarder she's taken in have become friends."
"Oh?" Elaine's interest had been piqued. "Who is this boarder? Is it a young lady?"
"Oh no," Lydia laughed. "His name is Jordan. Apparently he's the son of one of Dot's friends who used to live in Logan. He's staying with her while he attends college."
"His mother used to live in Logan? Do you know her name?"
Lydia tried to remember if Kyle had made any mention of Jordan's mother, but she was coming up blank. "I could text my son and see if he knows. Let me do that."
Whipping out her phone she texted her son quickly. She looked up to see that Lydia was watching her curiously. When she finished she set the phone on the table.
"I hope he gets back to me quickly. Sometimes it's hit and miss with kids his age."
"Oh don't I know it!" Elaine agreed. "But I'm sure when he sees that it's you he'll be eager to answer. Why don't we eat?"
The two women ate a light lunch that had been waiting for them. They spoke of simple, inconsequential things until they were finished and pushed the plates back.
"I wanted to show you something," Elaine began. She reached to the far side of the table and picked up a small box and set it in front of Lydia. Lydia watched as Elaine opened the box and tilted it so that she could see inside clearly. Lying on a square of fluffy cotton was the rough shape of a heart wrought in brass wire. Looking up, Lydia realized that Elaine wore an exact copy pinned to her blouse. It was an elegant, if small, brooch.
"It's lovely," Lydia oohed.
"Do you know what it symbolizes?" Elaine had an intense look in her eyes. "It is a symbol of the Jocaline Order," she continued when Lydia shook her head. "Have you ever heard of it?"
"No," Lydia answered, her nervousness growing.
Elaine leaned back as they heard footsteps coming near. A moment later a handsome young man walked into the room. Lydia knew this was her son Mark. Even if she hadn't seen him before, the family resemblance was striking. He had her eyes and her self confidence.
"Oh thank you, dear," Elaine said, accepting the envelope he brought her.
Lydia watched in fascination as the young man turned to leave and his mother caught his hand. Elaine stood up and as her son faced her, she slid a hand behind his neck and she kissed him deeply, on the mouth. It wasn't a long kiss, but long enough that Lydia was fully aware it wasn't by any chance a mistake.
Mark smiled and then left the room when his mother let him go. Elaine waited until he was out of the room before she sat back down again.
"Did that shock you?" Elaine asked coolly.
Lydia shook her head clear and tried to wrap her mind around what she had just seen. Could her son have been right? Were there a lot more families in Hidden Acres who were involved in incest? Her eyes darted to the brooch in the box.
Just then her phone buzzed and grateful for the distraction she picked it up. Kyle had replied that he didn't know Jordan's mother's name.
"Hmm, do you mind asking what Jordan's last name is, please?"
Lydia typed in the message and then set the phone down. A moment later the answer came back but this time Elaine picked the phone up.
"Ahh, Phillips. I wonder if..." Elaine said, her thought trailing off. She typed out a message of her own. She held the phone while she waited for an answer, turning back to Lydia in the meantime.
