I apologize if Part 1 contained grammatical and spelling errors. I hope Part 2 is an improvement. Anyway, thank you for your comments. If your comments are encouraging, I will continue with Part 3.
When Anna got home from her meeting, Mark had already left. She sat down on her bed and stared into the dressing table mirror. She still could not believe what transpired earlier in the day, here in this room. Did all of it really happen? She felt numbed and her body trembled. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to blot out the flashing images of their incestuous cravings.
She practically jumped when the phone rang. Composing herself, Anna picked up the handset.
She answered him quietly,"Yes... I'm ok."
"No...," she almost cried out," you can't come tonight, are you insane, John's around."
"Please Mark, don't do this to me. I don't even know what I'm going to do now, please...I'm putting the phone down," she said, cutting him off, her voice shaking in despair.
She kept looking at the phone, hoping that he would not call again, and he did not.
Anna got up and took off her clothes. She showered and the moment she soaped and touched her breasts, the recollection of her brother's hands kneading her flesh involuntarily made her nipples grow hard. She tried to banish and suppress the sensations but she moaned in surrender to the unbearable feelings coursing through her.
She toweled and put on her night robe. She went to the kitchen to make a hot drink.
"How was your day, mom," John asked her as he walked in.
"Oh, hi John," she replied, smiling at her son. "Ok, would you like a cup of hot chocolate," she continued.
"Sure, thanks," he replied.
Anna felt tremendous shame and guilt in the presence of her son. If only he knew what sin she had committed, as she nervously stole a glance at his innocence.
"By the way, mom," John said, "we've got this field project this weekend at cadet camp. We'll be leaving on Friday and be back the next day, probably by 1 in the afternoon," he told her.
"Oh," she replied.
"Will you be ok, alone, I mean," he said, concerned for his mother. "Anyway, I'll inform Uncle Mark that I won't be around, so you don't have to worry,"
Anna took a deep breath and silently made her son's drink.
"I'll call you when we arrive so you can pick me up," John kissed his mother goodnight on the cheek and left her, walking back to his room.
Lying on her bed, Anna tried to focus, reading the points of her meeting but everything was a blank.
Friday afternoon
Mark had received his nephew's call on Wednesday informing him of his impending absence and subsequent request to look in on his mom.
Mark had not been to the house since the fateful episode. He felt awkward and anxiety when he arrived.
As he got out of the car, John opened the door and greeted his uncle.
"Hi Uncle Mark, thanks for coming. Mom's inside, packing something for me to eat on the way. I was about to leave as soon as mom's ready; by the way, could you give me a lift to school instead?" John said. "Then I don't have to bother mom."
"Sure thing, John, I'll wait for you here, no need to go in," Mark replied.
John went back into the house to collect his bags.
When he came out again, Anna was behind him. John turned to kiss his mom goodbye. She looked up and met her brother's eyes.
"Hi Mark," she said, hoping that John would not notice her uncomfortable distress. "See you later."
She waved to her son as the car drove off. Walking back into the house, her heartbeat was rapid, her emotions in dilemma.
Anna had no contact with Mark after his last phone call where she had cut him off when she put the phone down. Sitting at her desk, she tried to concentrate on her computer but she knew that time was running out. Soon he will be back and they had to confront each other. There was no way out.
The sound of his car made her a nervous wreck. She heard his footsteps on the pavement and the sound of the door closing. He was in the hall.
Anna tried to sound as normal as she could and called out from her room. "There are sandwiches and a cup of hot drink on the kitchen table," she said.
"Thanks," Mark replied, relieved that Anna was in her room. He did not know how to face her nor what to say. At the same time, he wanted her so badly.
He sat at the dining table and then moved on to the sofa in the hall. For almost half an hour, he tried to read the newspaper but every minute his eyes reverted to the direction of Anna's room. Finally he could not endure the silence. He stood up and headed for her room. He paused for a moment and knocked lightly on her door.
"Can I come in," Mark called out.
There was no answer.
"Anna," he said again.
When she did not respond, he slowly opened the door. Anna was sitting at her worktable, her back towards him. The computer screen was not lighted. Anna did not turn around nor did she acknowledge him. Taking a deep breath, Mark walked in and stood behind her. Her silence was deafening.
"Do you want me to leave," he said softly.
Anna felt his closeness and she knew where they were heading. She felt helpless against the growing conflicting needs of her very core. She flinched when he reached down and held her hand.
Mark slowly pulled her to stand up and she followed his lead. His eyes were intently upon her face but she avoided his. For a while, they just stood beside her chair, her hands in his. No words were spoken as he unbuttoned her blouse. He spread it and pushed it off her shoulders, placing it on the chair. Mark unzipped her skirt and it fell to the floor. Anna stood in her bra and panties.
