COREY MCFADDEN pushed a lawnmower through the backyard grass. Growing up in a house with two women, he had all the dirty, sweaty chores, but he didn't mind. It put his mind at ease and it was a good way to work on his tan. He often mowed the lawn, as he did today, in shorts and sneakers and nothing else. The sun felt good on his body. And the smell of the freshly cut grass relaxed him. As he turned the mower around, he waved to his sister and step-mother, who were sunbathing on the porch. A perfect day, Corey thought to himself.
Lisa and Sarah soaked up the sun in lounge chairs drinking iced teas and wearing black bikinis. They both watched Corey with lustful eyes. It had never occurred to them how attractive he was since he was family, but Corey was a young man with an athletic body. Who wouldn't be attracted to him?
"What are we going to do about this?" Sarah asked her step-mother, taking a deep breath.
"I thought we decided it was wrong," Lisa said, sipping her tea.
"Yeah. Right. But I was thinking about that," Sarah replied. "I'm not sure it's fair."
"What's not fair?"
"You got to enjoy it and I didn't."
"He's your brother, Sarah," Lisa reminded her.
"And he's your son," Sarah countered.
"Stepson. It's different."
"What's the difference?"
"There's a big difference. A blood difference!"
"Christ! It's not like I want a baby or anything!"
"It's incest!"
"So is..."
The lawnmower switched off and Corey walked up on the porch.
"Everything alright?" Corey asked, wiping the sweat from his brow. He noticed they were fighting about something. They always fought. Girls... Corey thought. Always fighting. They were pretty, though. Both his sister and stepmother had fantastic bodies. He didn't care that they were family. They were hot and he made mental notes on each of them... his stepmothers large breasts, his sisters perfect skin and long legs... He'd be remembering this image in a few minutes. That was certain.
"Everything is fine, honey," Lisa said. "Do you want me to make you a sandwich?"
"No. Don't worry about it," Corey said. "I'm going to take a shower."
"Why don't we just hose you down instead?" Sarah asked. She was kidding, but not really. She was oggling his toned chest and arms. She wanted to see more.
"Right," he said, not understanding the joke.
"Okay, sweetie," Lisa said as Corey went inside the house.
"What's wrong with you?" Lisa asked Sarah.
"Me? You're flirting with your son," Sarah whispered.
"No I am not!"
"Sweetie? Honey? You never call me that."
"That's because you're a bitch to me," Lisa said.
"So if he sleepwalks again we just let him jerk off on the table? Who's going to clean it up?" Sarah asked.
"I get up early. I'll clean it. It's not like this is going to go on forever."
"You'll probably clean it up with your mouth."
"I don't want to talk about this anymore. It's over. That's final," Lisa snapped.
"Fine," Sarah said.