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"Mom it's so weird being back home." After being away at college for a semester it was oddly settling to be back home with my mom and sister. My dad left and got married to his long time mistress and baby momma when I was ten. He and his new wife were in a horrible wreck a year later. She died and my dad went crazy shortly after. My half-sister stayed with us because she had no other family. We became each others best friends. She's six months younger and we are polar opposites.
"I know Spencer. I missed you." We hugged and sat on the sofa to catch up while we waited for Cooper.
Two hours later Cooper floated in the door all bright and bubbly. I jumped up and hugged her tightly.
"Sis I missed you!" She greeted my mom and joined us on the sofa. Eventually the conversation rolled around to our dating lives.
"So, tell me ... who are you dating?" Cooper's mocha sink tinted red and she shrugged.
"No one! Who are y'all dating?" My mom and I exchanged looks of amusement.
"I'm not dating anyone, are you Spence?" I shrugged at my mom and sister with a smug expression.
"I'm not dating someone in particular but I do have several suitors." They both giggled at my goofy comment and pushed deeper.
"So, who are these suitors sis?" I rolled my light brown eyes at Cooper and ignored her question.
"What about you? I saw you all huggy huggy with some girl on your FaceBook page." Cooper and my mom looked at me with open mouths.
"Are you trying to imply something?" Cooper looked at me with daggers in her eyes.
"Nothing. It was a joke. Calm down, sheesh. Anyway, the drive has me pooped! I'll see you guys in the morning." I stood without waiting for their responses. I rushed to my room and fell back on my bed. I hated when they got all uptight. I let my mind wonder to the photo that'd been sent to me. It was my sister sitting naked with a girl between her legs. I thought it was one of Cooper's artistic photos for her Medium Interpretations class but a smudged note on the back made it very clear why she was in that position. I leaned over and dug around in my black Coach bag. I finally grabbed the photo and stared at it for a few seconds before flipping it over and reading it.
"Look at your .... sister work for ..... camera."
I know I should have been mad or disgusted or upset, but I wasn't. I was completely turned on. I wanted to see more. I wanted to know more. I wanted to be in the photo. I returned the photo back to my bottomless purse before changing into my pj's and going to bed.
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The next morning I woke up to the smell of bacon, eggs, and biscuits. I'm not ashmed to eat. Being 5 foot 8, 150 pounds, and thick in alll the right places doesn't happen by skipping out on the extra biscuit. My sister on the other hand, doesn't understand how my mother and I do it. When I walked downstairs she was standing around eating a cream cheese bagel and drinking Ruby Red Grapefruit juice.
"You better eat some real food. I hear it's gonna be windy today and I dont want my little sis getting blown away." I giggled at Cooper and she jus stuck her tongue out and playfully kicked me.
"Where's mom?" I askes inbetween bites.
I watched the way Coop slowly licked the juice off her bottom lip before answering. It made my body twitch. I swear I felt like she was doing it just to turn me on. It was working.
"She went into the school real quick to check on things." Our mom founded the Wilson-Phillips Academy for Higher Learning and she was usually out checking on things to improve the school.
"Oh. When is she getting back?" I asked innocently.
"Why? Need to go ... get one in before shopping?" She gestured like she was using a dildo on herself. I laughed and ignored her comment.
"Answer me." I looked up at her and noticed her joking expression turned just a little serious
"No ..." she cocked her head to the side and pursed her lips as if she didn't believe me. "... not right now." We both cracked up and finished our breakfast.
We jumped when we heard the front door closing, letting us know that mom got home. I quickly pulled on a shirt and threw Cooper hers. She pulled it over her head and flung her arms through the flimsy holes just in time for my mom to knock on our partially opened door.
"Hey girls, I'm home. Are you still up for shopping?" I looked at the clock. It was 3:50pm. She'd been at the school all day and I'd been so preoccupied while she was gone. I didn't have the rnergy or desire to go shopping.
"Maybe tomorrow? I'm kinda tired." Coop looked at me with a crooked smile beforr turnnig back to mom and agreeing to go with her.
"Is your sister okay? She's been a little touchy since she got home. " My mom and I were raiding the 7 for $25.50 panty bin at Victoria Secret and absentmindedly discussing random topics.
"Yeah. But I think she's having some boy trouble." My mom tossed me a cute cotton thong and I tossed her a cute lace one.
"What kind of trouble?" I shrugged and my mom pressed for more info. The store was relatively empty and so I felt comfortable releasing all the juicy details.
"She's not really into boys." Mom's head jerked up from scrumaging in the thong bin.
"She's a lesbian?!" I giggled and shook my head.
"No, she thinks she's bi." My mom let out a soft breath and chuckled. "What's so funny?"
"I always thought you'd be the experimental one." I pretended to be shocked by her assumption.
"Why? Is it because I was a wild child?" She nodded and tossed me another thong.
"Well you weren't completely wrong. I am pretty into girls." Mom looked at me sneakily.
"Is that why you were putting on your shirt when I got home?" I'm sure my wide-eyed expression alluded to the shock that I felt at that exact moment.
"Yeah ma."
"Were you two...together?" She cringed as she said it like she had cursed or something.
"No. Just fooling around. You know, touching and rubbing and stuff. Nothing too serious. "
We paused our conversation so we could checkout and make our way back to the packed parking lot. We'd parked in one of the last spots on the row. It wouldn't have been that bad if it wasn't ninety-six humid degrees outside. My cutoff shorts and tank top did little to keep me cool. I looked at my mom in her fitted t-shirt and jean capris and wondered how she always looked so effortlessly beautiful and composed.
"Something wrong?" Mom's comment broke the stare I'd unselfishly given her unaging body.
"No, sorry. I think the sun is messing with my head." We got in the car, turned the air on high and started back toward the house As usual in Houston, we'd gotten stuck in traffic on I-10 and it was at a complete stand still.
