Before anything else, I would like to thank you for reading until part 11 of this series! It has been a pleasure to write, and I am incredibly grateful to have an audience that allowed me to experiment as we went along. Your feedback, ratings, and general support mean a great deal to me.
I'll be taking a short break but you can expect new content from me in the near-future! While this series is at its end, I have a 'big one' in the works and will be releasing a few short stories in between.
All characters engaged in sexual conduct are 18 or older. Any resemblance to real persons or events is coincidental. Stay safe and happy out there! :)
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Change, Delay, Delight...
The twins didn't surface until the early afternoon.
Taking a page out of her youngest daughter's book, Mom opted to emerge from their room as naked as the day she was born. She was flaunting her body with a new-found confidence; boosted by her conquest of Terry. What happened was on her terms: she controlled the pace, the tone, the direction... It made me proud, but it also gave me something to worry about.
I snuck up to the main bedroom to find Blake typing away on some important document. We were all alone, and I got a chance to have a one-on-one with my sister-wife.
"We need to talk to our real estate guy," I declared, without context.
My sister looked up from her screen. Her eyes were behind two thin lenses that enhanced their shape and vibrance. With her tongue between her teeth, her eyebrows shifted as she considered what I'd said. "Hmm... To find a separate house for Butch and Sundance?"
"Butch and Sundance?" I rolled my eyes. "Your new pet name for our mother and her sister?"
"The word 'Terry' still leaves a bad taste in my mouth. All things considered."
"But you agree?" I asked.
My sister seemed to think for a second. She set her laptop aside and beckoned me to come lie next to her. Then, wrapping her arms around me, she snuggled up to me with her slender and soft body. "I'd want them to be close, but I can see the need for us to have our space."
I agreed. "We'll be starting our own family, soon. Mom will always be around, but I doubt she wants to live with a baby in the house..."
"And, now that she has her sister—"
A voice from the door interrupted Blake's rumination, as our mother stepped into the room. "Now that I have my sister?"
We were silent as the arrival of our parent disturbed the plans we were making. It took Blake a while to choose her words — pick her route — and finesse her way to safety. "Now that you have your sister, you might want to explore one another... Make up for lost time," the eldest child offered.
Our mother's demeanour changed from tense to at ease as a sly look crossed her face. "Oh, we've been doing that already. But what's this about me needing my own space? Am I being kicked out by my own children?"
Mom's last words were lighthearted, and gave me ample room to respond. "You don't have to leave, and you wouldn't go far even if you did—"
"But we can have our own space if we wanted?" she completed my thought.
I gave a little nod to confirm everything. For her part, my mother didn't seem anxious or concerned. Even in her nakedness, she was confident; at ease. It was the marvellous thing about our lives — our nude mother striding toward us as my sister nuzzled my neck. Soon, both women were in my arms as our bodies laced over one another, and we shared soft, affirming, kisses.
"Things will only get better," I affirmed.
Knowing this to be true, my mother hummed her agreement and pulled herself closer to me. Still exhausted from a night-long romp with her twin, our parent fell asleep. Blake retrieved her laptop, and we started looking for places nearby.
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It was only two months later that we arrived at our parents' housewarming party.
Things had moved at a blistering pace, even by our standards. Blake's appointment as an acting-judge had ended, and she now devoted her time to our business. A business that had grown immensely in a short space of time. While Penny was still trying to secure us a share of the hotel, we'd embarked on new projects. Riley was the brains behind most, and we were the hands that did the work.
Part one of our plan consisted of selling off excess assets, then we moved to consolidate our cash.
For her part, Emily had taken a job at the hotel. As time passed, she grew to like Penny all the more, and I imagined they'd end up as co-managers. Meanwhile, Mom and Terry had secured a small space to run a salon from. They catered to the hundred or so full-time locals in town, which was more than enough. After all, they had Riley maximising efficiency at every turn.
Blake started a one-woman shop that handled legal matters for the older folk in our community. They had wills and trusts, and little property disputes. Her practice was still in its infancy, but the clients loved her.
As for me... I kept working with my hands — something I grew to love more and more with each day that passed.
Terry's absence from our lives turned out to have been an obstacle to our happiness. We didn't realise it at the time; we couldn't have. At the same time, Riley's presence had been a concern for me. Then, I realised that she wasn't just 'one of us', but one of me. We had so much in common, even though it was discrete and indirect. In the back of my mind, both women had scared me somewhat. With my aunt, I feared she would destroy us if she could. With my little sister's long-time girlfriend, I feared they might run away together.
