"Why didn't you call?" Leah asked accusingly.
"What?" I responded defensively. I had immediately gone to my room and called Leah. Mom had just informed me that Leah was returning tomorrow. A huge surprise.
"I thought you'd be so excited that I'm coming back tomorrow."
"I am Leah. Mom only just told me a few minutes ago," I replied defensively.
"But my Mom called Aunt Jean last night. Why didn't she tell you last night? I expected you to call and you didn't," Leah said with an edge still in her voice.
"She called me last night but I didn't pick up."
"Why?"
"I was upset with her and didn't feel like talking to her."
"And you stayed at Missy's because you were upset with your Mom?" the edge in her voice was sharper.
"Yes."
"Why were you so upset with Aunt Jean?"
"Uhh...," I hesitated.
"What?"
"God Leah, I'm so sorry. I'm such an ass," I blurted.
"Oh Chris, what happened? What did you do?"
"I don't want to talk about it now. Please? It's complicated. We can talk when you get here, ok?"
"Ok. I guess I can wait," she said with concern in her tone.
"What happened that you are coming back so soon?" I asked changing the subject.
"Mom and Dad apparently think I'm having sex with the boy I was dating before the fire. I guess this is their way of keeping me away from him."
"Were you?" I asked with a pang of jealousy.
"What?"
"Were you having sex with that boy?"
"Chris!" Leah responded with exaggerated shock in her voice.
"I'm sorry. It really isn't any of my business. I can't expect that you..." I didn't finish the thought out loud.
"What?" Leah asked. What were you going to say?"
"I don't know. It's the first time I thought about the possibility of you and someone else being together."
"What? You're surprised your cousin might fuck?" she asked bluntly.
"Um, yes, no, kind of, but...," I said hesitantly.
"Have you been with anyone else Chris? Oh yeah, your Mom," she sarcastically steered the conversation back to where I didn't want it to go. She was referring to the mutual masturbation episode out by the pool my mother had initiated.
"Leah, Jesus, no. I haven't fucked Mom!"
"Yeah, but you've been with her haven't you," it was more statement than question.
Click. The phone went dead.
"Shit," I said out loud.
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Leah's arrival should have been full of happiness. I had imagined her running into my arms, feeling her warmth press against me as we hugged, and tasting her tongue in my mouth when we kissed. None of that happened.
I met Leah at security. No smile. No hug, No kiss. Not even a greeting. She wouldn't even really look at me. No eye contact. She was pissed. We collected her bags and walked in silence to the parking garage.
We road in silence for several miles before Leah addressed me.
"Was it better?"
"What?" I asked hesitantly.
"Sex with your Mom?"
"I told you, I didn't fuck her."
"But I figure you had sex with her whether you fucked her or not. Was it better than the first time?"
Silence.
"Was it?" she asked now with a trace of curiosity in her tone.
I looked over at her. She was staring intently at me. "Um, yeah, I guess," I said contritely.
"Why did you do it?"
"Leah, I don't know. I'm a guy," I said lamely.
"Tell me why. Explain."
"I dreamed about Mom," I said hoping she would stop probing.
"What?" she said with surprise.
"I've had dreams about Mom ever since I hit puberty."
"Dreams?"
"Yes. Sexual dreams. Wet dreams." I blurted.
"Wet dreams? About your mother?" Leah asked incredulously.
"Yes. I used to dream about seeing her naked, touching her, her touching me, all the way to fucking her. Sometimes, uh, most times I would have an orgasm in my sleep. It's messy, you know, wet."
"Oh. So you had a wet dream about your mom? Really? That's all? Just dream sex?"
"Yes. No. I mean I used to. I haven't had one in years. Until the other night. It was the most realistic and most intense dream I've ever had. But I didn't cum. I forced myself awake before I fucked her in my dream."
"You forced yourself awake? Why?" she asked shifting in her seat.
"It's very stressful, you know, dreaming about fucking your parent. You're doing it in the dream, really turned on, really wanting to do it, but you also know it's incredibly wrong. Sometimes you are so conflicted in the dream, you wake yourself up before you actually do it. It's really hard to explain," I answered somewhat lamely. "I couldn't go back to sleep. I got up and took a shower, dressed and went to the kitchen for coffee. Mom was in the kitchen looking at her phone when I came in. I startled her and she spilled coffee down her front."
"Umm-hmm," go on.
"She set her phone down to clean up the spill. She had to go change her shirt. Her phone chirped. I looked at it and saw you on the screen."
"What? Me? Why would I be on the screen?"
"That's exactly what thought. I picked it up to look more closely. It was you, naked."
"What? How, why would she have a picture of me naked?" Leah asked with shock in her voice.
"Mom was outside my door the night you and I masturbated together on FaceTime. She videoed us."
"Oh my god!" Leah exclaimed more shocked.
I squirmed and shifted in the bucket seat. Talking about it was getting me hard.
"Yeah. I pushed the play button and there we were. Me masturbating my cock in the foreground and you masturbating yourself on my computer screen," I said as I shifted again in the seat trying to get my growing erection into a more comfortable position.
"Your Mom? She watched us? She videoed us?"
"Yes."
Silence. Leah was digesting the realization that someone had watched her masturbate. I noticed her pelvis shift in the seat again.
"I was watching what Mom had videoed. Mom..."
"Yes?" Leah's attention refocused on me.
"Mom caught me with her phone."
"Yes?" Leah encouraged as she squirmed her hips again.
"She watched over my shoulder."
"What did you do?"
"Nothing. I didn't realize she was there until her hand..."
"On no!" Leah whispered.
"Yes. She reached around and put her hand on my erection."
"You let her?"
"She unzipped my shorts and took hold of me. She pulled my cock out and held me in her hand."
"Oh my god," Leah whispered again.
"Do you want to see?" I asked quietly.
"The video?"
"Yes."
"No, yes, I don't know. You have it?"
"Yes. I transferred it to my phone."
Leah sat quietly for a few moments, then reached out her hand.
I put my phone in her outstretched hand. "It's the first video file."
Her breathing quickened as she watched the video.
"I've never watched myself before," she said quietly with her eyes fixed on the screen.