Choices
"So, I own a person now," I said.
We were sitting in a small café off the
TransCanada
. We'd slept through most of the morning and, when we awoke, had Quentin stop at the first place where we could eat. As we did, the Falchurch family occupied their own table across the room.
"Essentially, yes."
"Okay, I was hoping to hear something like, "No, sweetie pie, you're just
guiding
a person.""
"That
would
be something I'd say, wouldn't it? It sounds that good. But it wouldn't make any difference anyway. You'd never accept that. You'd only convince yourself of the worst thing you could so you can remain up there on your cross."
"Oh, please."
"Just get over yourself and... experience her. She's a good girl, you know. She'll be so much fun. Are you going to make her suck her dad's cock?"
"Actually, I thought I'd spare her that personal shame."
"I wouldn't be so sure that would be such personal shame for her. When are you going to molest her?"
"I just thought I'd maybe hold off and make it... special for her."
"Wanna make it special for her? Make it kinky. The kinkier the better. I suggest a little family fun night tonight. We'll have some games, music, drinking, dancing, orgy... any of this sound familiar?"
"I took Elena for a reason."
"Yeah, because I convinced you it was sensible. Now listen again and trust what I'm saying. We're already going to fix them where taking Elena is concerned so, while we do that, why not just erase certain memories that they could make with us and... each other?"
"Why don't you just do it anyway? You made it pretty clear that you're going to do whatever you want."
"I would, but it wouldn't be the same without you and Elena there."
"I'm so sorry for you."
"Tara, we'll be in Saint John in five days. Why waste those five days and this very exciting situation we have?"
"I just don't want to do it to them."
"Yes you do. I know you do. And you know it's all the better when they're good people. Besides, once they can no longer remember, what difference will it make?"
"It's Elena's family," I explained around a mouthful of steak Seraphine had ordered for me.
"That's just bonus, and you know it. Look, what if you do this, and it makes you decide that you want your entourage to be a family like this one?
Five
days, sweetie pie."
You want to know if I was tempted. Of course I was tempted. During all this soul searching, I'd been horny as hell, only the distraction of an 'on again, off again', spiritual depression over the last two days making that at all bearable. And, as usual, everything she'd said had made sense, and I seriously began to wonder if my inheritance had changed my mindset to one that ran with hers.
In any case, it was obvious to both Seraphine and I that I'd sooner than later have Elena, and that I indeed wanted it to be kinky. Family fun night did sound very exciting. I guess all I can say for myself is that, as much as I liked Elena, I wanted this from her. And wasn't friendship supposed to be like that? Give and take?
"You know, I haven't really done anything with Colin," she told me with a particularly devilish grin. "I've only been... revving him up. He's a virgin too, you know. Come on, what do you say?"
" ... Maybe."
Seraphine smiled with barely concealed lust at this gain.
That evening, we'd stopped at another Walmart parking lot, joined by other RVs, this time in Ontario's beautiful city of Thunder Bay. Quentin looked pretty happy to get out from behind the wheel. He and Toni got out and stretched their legs while mingling a bit with the occupants of the other RVs but, as he had explained it to me, a Walmart parking lot is not a campground. Seraphine took Colin, (I was beginning to wonder if she was going to keep him) influencing a woman in the parking lot who was getting into her car to take them somewhere while Elena and I decided to do a little shopping.
After stopping her from trying to sneak a tube of lipstick into her pocket, I had to take a quick trip into Elena's mind to get rid of that particular kind of self-destructive inclination. I did it right there in the store and nobody looked twice. After that, we picked up some cheap lingerie, but also found the skimpiest little cotton bikini sets that I was surprised to even see at a place like Walmart. We each got one, hers in white, mine in pink, before returning to the RV.
Quentin and Toni were relaxing in front of the TV on the RV's crescent shaped sectional, having some beer as they watched. Elena and I wanted to try on our bikinis, so I went to the bathroom while she went to the rear bedroom.
The pink bikini top's cups were really just a couple of rather narrow triangles that left a lot of inside, outside and under-boob showing on a girl like me, but it was sexy as hell. The bottoms were practically a thong, the backs climbing out of my tushie about halfway up my cheeks while the narrow front dipped low enough that I could just see the top of my strawberry blonde muff. With no liner, I had to wonder if this really was a bikini, or a bra and panty set. Whichever the case, I looked super in it. Elena and I were the same size in some areas, including our hips, and I'd been wearing a pair of her short cut offs, so I put them back on, then my white tank top before exiting the bathroom.
Just as I closed the door, Elena came out of the rear bedroom wearing her white bikini and an excited smile. Her boobs may not have been as big as mine, but they were still too big for a bikini top like that and, while her golden brown bush looked trimmed, there was substantially more peeking from the waistband of the contrasting white bottoms than mine.
"I
love
it," she giggled. "I wish we could go swimming."
I was just tearing my saucer eyes from between her thighs when her mother interrupted.
"Oh my
god,
Elena, what in hell have your father and I
told
you!?"
Toni, who was taller than I was, now stood in front of the sectional, one hand on her hip. Looking at her, it was easy to see where Elena got some of her looks, but Toni's were more 'girl next door' looks that had turned into 'stressed out mom' looks. Her light freckles did add an illusion of youth, but her thick, tangle permed, fire red hair was all woman. For the last two days, she'd been wearing loose fitting jeans and frumpy blouses, the kind of clothes a woman might wear while in her garden, but for lounging with her husband, she'd chosen an ankle length, gown style dress. It looked very comfy, and its V neck offered just a little more than a peek at her cleavage while the rest of the thin rayon garment flowed as naturally over her large, voluptuous breasts as it did her long, rounded hips and thighs. Its darker browns and various shades of gold went perfectly with her beautiful hair, and I could see that, stressed out mom or no, Quentin was a pretty lucky guy.
As for Quentin, his eyes bugged out at his daughter. When they drifted south of her equator, I could almost see smoke from multiple burnt fuses. Sitting there in his half unbuttoned, light blue shirt and khaki cargo shorts, he grimaced, making a visible effort to tear his eyes away from her escaping bush as Toni went on.
"I keep telling you, don't be parading around like that! Now, for Chrissakes, go back into that bedroom and put some decent clothes on, and stop running around looking like a prostitute!"
Poor Elena really didn't get it. Her adorable little smile had been wiped right off her face, replaced by a trembling lower lip that made me want to comfort her, to make everything okay. I know, I know, Toni was right to scold her and, as her mother, she only had the best of intentions in mind, but if you'd been there, if you'd seen poor Elena's face, you might understand. And besides, a different future had already been decided for Elena without Toni's input, and there was no longer any reason for the girl to abide by the old rules.
"Elena, you stay right there, baby," I ordered, knowing full well that she would as I turned to her surprised, but compliant mother.
"Toni, I understand where you're coming from on this and why, but things have changed. Elena will wear whatever she likes from now on, and that's on my responsibility. As an officer in the Salvation Army," I added without laughing.
"Th- uh... okay," Toni agreed, looking at her husband for some input to her sudden confusion.
"Well, things have changed," he told her, shrugging his shoulders. "And it's on Lieutenant Watts' responsibility, and she
is
a Salvation Army officer."
With that, he returned his attention to his daughter's body.
"Anyway," I told Toni while looking at Elena, she also now confused at the turnaround I'd created for her, "You have to admit she looks great."
"I have to admit, she looks great," Toni said, looking her daughter up and down as a grudging, tolerant grin slowly replaced her confusion.
"Tell her," I said.
"Elena, I'm sorry. You look great, and you can wear whatever Lieutenant Watts says is okay."
"R-really, Mommy?"
"Yes, dear."
"Sometimes we get a little carried away," Quentin absently said as he again wrenched his attention away from his daughter's body.
Toni sat back down, finished her
Canadian
and opened another one before allowing the TV to enthrall her again.
And that was that, wasn't it?
Except that it wasn't.
"Toni?" I addressed.
"Yes?" she answered, her polite attention coming back to me.
