It was after eleven when Kyle and Caitlyn finally left the motel and picked up the SUV. They paid with their mother's charge card. Pulling out of the gas station, they drove to the restaurant and bought two coffees, to go, four bottles of water and a bunch of twinkies, cupcakes. and ding dongs. Not the best breakfast but it was fast and easy. By the time they were on the road again, headed for Aimee's, it was eleven-thirty.
"You know that mom is going to kill us," Caitlyn said as she opened a package of cupcakes.
"Why would she do that?" Kyle wanted to know.
"Well, weren't we supposed to be at Aunt Aimee's by noon?" Caitlyn asked. "we're not going to make it."
"We tell mom that it took longer to get the car back," Kyle said, "How is she going to know?"
"I don't know," Caitlyn said. "but it seems she always does, somehow."
They rode in silence for the next few miles, sipping coffee and eating breakfast cakes and listening to the radio.
"Maybe you should call her and let her know we're going to be late," Caitlyn told her brother.
"Good idea," said Kyle as he handed Caitlyn his phone, "You do it."
Caitlyn looked surprised, then angry and finally resigned. "Thanks a lot, big brother," she said, pushing the "send" button.
She told her mother the car took longer than expected to be fixed. She said they were on their way and everything was fine. Her mother said she would call Aimee and inform her of what was happening. "I still want to hear from you when you get there," her mother added.
"I'll call the second we walk in the door," Caitlyn promised. They broke the connection and Caitlyn gave the phone back to Kyle.
"I love our mother, dearly," Caitlyn said, "But she can be such a pain."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Kyle agreed.
They rode in silence, except for the rock music on the radio. After fifteen minutes Caitlyn asked, "Do you want to fuck her?"
Kyle looked at his sister and asked, "Who?"
"Aunt Aimee," Caitlyn said, "Do you want fuck Aunt Aimee?"
"Yeah," Kyle answered with a small smile, "ever since I began thinking about fucking I've thought about fucking Aunt Aimee. She's not really pretty but she's just so---I don't know---sexy."
"I know," Caitlyn said.
Actually,Aimee was pretty, but very plain. She was thirty seven years old, five feet, eight inches tall and very slender, almost skinny. She had long,dark,flat hair and a pretty but plain face. She did not use make up and she usually dressed in sandals, levis and tank tops.