Mom's talk was brief. She declined to reveal any details of her relationship with Molly other than admitting, indirectly, that they had sex at least once. That admission was entirely devoid of specifics or any colorful or graphic details. It was private and not their business.
She got quickly to the point. They could have sex if they were careful. But they could not marry, could not have children, and really could not be a couple and still have a full and satisfactory life. Incest is no game. It is dangerous because it is unlawful, socially proscribed, and can result in devastating consequences, especially if pregnancy results.
Nevertheless, she understood that they were extremely close and always had been. She understood their emotions and their sexual impulses and the extreme excitement they experienced together over the weekend.
If they wanted to have a date, or a weekend away now and then, they could probably arrange it. It might require deception unless they were willing to be honest with their future significant others which Mom recommended. "Be completely honest and hope for understanding. You don't need the burden of a guilty conscience, and you don't need the worry that comes with keeping secrets and covering up deceptions."
That was as close as she came to revealing personal history. They got the point, though. Her periodic "girls" trips with Aunt Molly involved more than shopping, and Dad, and probably Uncle Phil, knew. Hmmmmm.
Although they spent one last night together in the family room, most of the novelty was gone. Their love, though, continued to deepen. They made love tenderly that night and again in the morning. They treasured the remaining time that they had together, then they went back to their respective schools the next day.
They both had much thinking to do and needed to work out their priorities for the future. They had to get on with their lives which made them both sad. Still, Mom and Aunt Molly might be a model they could emulate. Time would tell. Maybe, as time went by, they could learn more from the experiences of those women. They were both extremely curious about what exactly those two did with each other when they were alone.
Allie was particularly challenged in getting on with her life. Her fantasies regarding Carly had been put on hold over the weekend as she was thoroughly preoccupied with Alex, their erotic explorations, and the unexpected development of romantic love between them.
After parting at the train station with a firm hug and defiant, full-on-the-lips and lingering kiss, her mind shifted to the future, and to Carly in particular. How would the extraordinary events and emotional upheavals of the weekend affect her relationship with Carly? She did not know, but she feared it would be difficult.
In fact, it was. Carly was in their room when Allie got there. She was clearly excited to be back together, throwing her arms around Allie and squeezing her tightly.
Allie, on the other hand, was clearly experiencing mixed feelings. Carly sensed it immediately and was disappointed to say the least.
Perhaps she had misread Allie last week. Perhaps she had ruined their relationship with her lewd, exhibitionist behavior and suggestions of further sexual explorations.
Still, Allie had been a willing partner in their little escapade. She did it willingly and she said she liked it and wanted to do it again. So, what was the problem?!
They spent the evening quietly studying. They ordered pizza. They spoke little.
Finally, Carly felt a need to do something. "Allie, is there something wrong?"
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know. I guess ... I thought ... Well, you seem reticent."
"Yeah. I know." Allie did not think she should explain her reticence but had to admit it.
Carly let it go for a while. But she could not let it go altogether. Over the weekend she had revisited the night they had masturbated together over and over in her mind. She was excited. She thought they might be on a path to an unusually exciting and rewarding relationship. She didn't let herself go too far with planning a future with Allie, but she did think about other things they might do together, sexual things. She thought about little else.
In truth, Carly had always been more interested in other girls than in guys. Guys were alright and could be fun. She had given one her cherry in high school. She had dated him for months, since meeting him on her 18
th
birthday. He was a couple of months older than she.
Having sex with him was sort of fun. But she did not get an orgasm from it. It was too clumsy and awkward and, really, she had felt pressured. It wasn't something she was sure she wanted to do at the time, but they had dated a long time, had done a lot of fooling around on second and even third base. She thought it was logical to go on to home plate.
Within a week, though, she broke up with him. And then, before she knew it, she was off to college and a whole new social context. And she met Allie and soon found herself falling in love.
The first time she laid eyes on Allie she was struck by how sexually desirable she was. Allie was wearing a peach tank top under a white cotton, button-down shirt, open in front with the long sleeves rolled up to her elbows. There was clearly no brassiere under that tank. Her small breasts and prominent nipples were showcased and drew the eye.
She also wore white, denim short shorts that allowed glimpses of her firm, round butt cheeks and, at times, threatened to reveal her private parts. Carly felt her mouth water every time she caught a risqué view. For the first time, she thought frankly about licking another woman's vagina.
This was not the first time Carly found herself attracted to another girl, but it was the most compelling. She understood immediately, if she had not previously known, that she was bi-sexual. That girl was hot!
And her smile lit up the room. So warm and genuine, and so very pretty. Her upper lip had this slight upward curl when she smiled that melted Carly's heart. It had that effect on most people, men and women.
This is not to say that Carly didn't make a similar impression. She wore a short, denim skirt that showed her long, shapely legs. Her tight, white tee shirt displayed her breasts quite nicely, Allie noticed without really thinking about it. But she did notice and was instantly curious, much to her surprise.
As roommates, of course, her curiosity was soon satisfied over and over again. She never failed to look when she could, and she never failed to appreciate the lovely, B-cup teardrops that adorned Carly's chest, nor the prominent, dark nipples that always seemed to be excited.
Carly smiled pleasantly through full, wide lips set in an angular face with prominent cheek bones. Her skin was olive toned and lustrous. Her hair was short, very dark, and curly. Her deep, black eyes sparkled with delight at just about everything, especially her new roommate.
They hit it off right away and became fast friends in no time. They were always seen together around campus and in the town, chatting, giggling, looking like fun personified. Carly had a wicked sense of humor and Allie was constantly entertained. They were a picture of happy, carefree, campus life.
Now, Allie, the Allie with whom Carly had been falling in love for months, was distant. It hurt. Carly had to know why. She had to know if there was anything she could do to restore them to where they had been not even a week prior.
As they were getting ready for bed that night, Carly felt that she had to bring it up again. "Allie?"
"Hmm?" Allie did not turn to face her, but just kept getting ready for bed.
"Can I ask you something?"
Uh oh. "Um, sure, Carly. Anything." She did not really mean that last part. She did not feel that she could very well explain her mood. That would require admitting to incest and she did not wish to go there!
