*** This chapter begins the day after last night's events.***
- Please call me back. I haven't stopped crying since you left. PLEASE <3
Becky reread Jessie's latest text. Becky had seriously considered leaving her hanging for the entire weekend, but Jessie's pleas had not stopped and grew more incessant by the hour. Becky had fled her lover's house the night before feeling great, but now, as the lunch hour approached, she was feeling a bit of remorse. Not enough to spoil her lunch, but still, she supposed she had to end her Jessie's suffering sooner or later, and she admitted that she did love her in her own way. Yet she needed Jessie to break away from her parents and a little forced suffering was the only way that was ever going to happen. Becky needed to strike a balance between making Jessie want to move in with her without being too obvious about her machinations. All in all, now seemed just about the right time to cast the dye, she decided.
She texted: - I'm sorry for bailing and avoiding you, but I got freaked out.
- Please don't be mad at me. I love you.
Becky took that opening to put Jessie on the defensive: - Why would I be mad at you? Did you put your dad up to it or something?
- NO! I just thought you were mad because you didn't take me with you.
- I am mad, but not at you, babe. I feel bad for leaving you there. Are you OK?
- Yeah, mom actually kicked him out right on the spot. She still blames me in her backhanded comments though. Basically saying we were asking for it by flaunting ourselves in our PJs.
- Flannel PJs? OMG That's fucked up.
- Yeah. Crazy how when your dad was doing his thing, it didn't seem creepy, but when my dad it, it was just gross. Not joking.
-Um, probably because we were awake?! And we agreed to it. Plus he's super hot... and you loved it BTW.
- I guess you noticed that, huh?
- Yes. I like that you liked it too. Watching you get banged gets me off.
- Seriously?
- Hell yes.
Becky was doing everything she could to get Jessie to ask the question. She wanted it to be Jessie's idea so she added: - Dad asked me why I came home last night but I have been blowing him off.
- Literally? ;)
- Ha, no. He asked about you though.
- Oh yeah?
- Yup. He thinks you're cute.
- OMG. Don't you think it would be weird though?
- What?
- Me living there. With all that stuff going on.
- What stuff? Fucking? You like it. I know from personal experience.
- But like everyone is doing it with each other, right?
- Only if they want to. From the way Katie has been walking this morning, I think she really wanted to last night!
- With your dad? And nobody is weirded out by that?
- And my mom. And not weird one bit.
- So if you walked in and I was going down on Katie...
- I would join her.
- You wouldn't be mad?
- Nope.
There was a long pause, meaning Jessie was probably thinking about what to say next. After a few minutes and no response, Becky headed to the kitchen to make some lunch. Jessie was at least considering it and that was good enough for now.
Jessie saw that Katie had limped her way to the couch. She called out and asked Becky to make her something because she was too sore to get up. Becky put two sandwiches together, grabbed a couple of sodas and settled in beside her sister to eat. Katie told her all about last night and how incredible it was. Becky had no desire to have two dicks in her ass, but openly admired her sister's apparently ever-expanding sexual appetites. Still, she could not resist making fun of Katie's inability to walk straight. Katie laughed it off and said that it was well worth it. She would definitely be into doing it again...maybe with Becky.
By the time they were finishing up with their lunch, Becky's phone began to buzz. It was Jessie again, but this time she was calling. Becky answered and walked back to her room.
Jessie was clearly crying and opened up with, "I officially hate my mom."
"I thought you already did," said Becky.
"Yeah, but she stormed into my room while we were texting and demanded to search my room. She tried to read all my texts too, saying my dad insisted that you and I put him up to doing what he did. That's why I had to go so fast."
Oh shit, thought Becky. "So what did you do?"
Jessie let out a slightly hysterical giggle. "I didn't let her do shit. Instead, I slapped her and called her a bitch."
"No fucking way!"
"Yeah. She slapped me right back of course," sobbed Jessie. "But I finally stood up to her. I told her I was leaving."
"Wow. I'm proud of you. So what are you doing now?"
Jessie was still sniffling but had control of herself. "Well, I was going to go to my girlfriend's house, but I could stop by to see you first I guess."
Becky laughed. "Look at you. You're a big girl for all of two minutes and suddenly you're fucking with me."
Jessie laughed a little. "Maybe. So... can I come over? If not, it's cool. I'll just go to the shelter." Sadly, Becky could tell that Jessie was only half joking.
"Alright, alright. Let's not be too dramatic shall we?" mocked Becky. Just get your little ass over. My parents went out for lunch but I'll text them to make sure it's OK. If not, you can live in my closet in secret, like E.T."
"Anywhere is better than back home."
"Yeah, they suck. I am really sorry about that," lied Becky. "See you in a few."
Becky texted her dad to let him know what was up. He texted her a thumbs up emoji but also reminded her to make it clear to Jessie that anything that she and Brent had done previously had better never come up. To take some of the sting off, he added that she should also tell Jessie that she would never have to do anything she did not want to while she was there. When Brent asked Becky how she had worked this out so quickly, she told him he would have to ask her later.
Becky headed back to the living room still undecided about telling her dad the whole story. If Jessie ever found out the truth about what Becky did, to say that things would not go well would be the understatement of the year. On the other hand, if she told Brent the version that Jessie believed, he might go kill Mr. Radcliffe for molesting Becky. Becky decided that she would risk a lie with Brent, her first in a long time. After telling him her version of events, she would insist that the cops not be involved because of the potential risk to their own lifestyle. If that didn't work, she could always confess and take her punishment, which she was sure would involve her dad's dick and her ass. She told herself that was gross, but the tingle in her pussy told her otherwise.
Jessie arrived before too long with just a handful of her belongings in tow. She said that she had to leave abruptly, so she focused on getting a handful of her clothes and her photography and art supplies. Jessie looked flustered, disheveled, and like she was about to break down and cry right there on the doorstep. Becky wrapped her lover in a fierce hug before pulling her inside and shutting the door. Outside of the prying eyes of any neighbors, Jessie planted a long kiss onto her friend's trembling lips.
"It's gonna be OK," she whispered quietly. "Dad said you can stay here, no strings attached. I didn't tell him anything except that you went through a rough patch with your folks."
Jessie melted slightly in her friend's arms. "Thank you, Becky. I definitely need a place to stay and being with you is about the best thing in the world. I might need some time though for the, uh, other stuff."
"Don't worry about it. No one is going to mess with you if you don't want it," she kissed Jessie again. "But you have to keep mum about what me, you, and my dad did. Like forever. That was before all of this stuff happened here and I don't want mom to think dad was cheating on her or anything."
"Even though he was?"
"Look, it's crazy complicated. She was cheating too. Anyway, just promise, OK."
"I promise," said Jessie before kissing her lover again.
"Good. Let's grab your stuff from the porch and get you set up in the backyard," Becky said deadpan.
"What?"
"Yeah, doghouse, bitch," snorted Becky.
"Very funny. Fuck me like yesterday though, and I'll be your bitch anytime."