I sighed, and turned to face our mom. 'What the fuck are you doing?' Now, no longer in the public spotlight of the restaurant, she was furious. Or, perhaps, that was because she just caught her only son and daughter making out in public. I looked her up and down, taking her in properly for a moment. She was dressed up, which made the guy she'd gone back to even more confusing.
Wait a second, I realized. She shouldn't even be here. She lived clear across the country, easily a full day of flying - longer by car - away. "What are you doing here? I didn't know you were planning to visit," I asked, confused.
"It's a business trip," our mother curtly responded, the words quick. Almost, rehearsed. Stranger and stranger.
"Well..." I started, unsure of how to continue the conversation. "I don't think you need to worry about what is up between me and Kelly." I turned to Kelly, jerking my head toward the parking lot. "Let's just get out of here." As we turned away, I felt a hand grab my arm, gripping tightly. I shrugged it off, but it persisted and grabbed hold of me again. I turned back to find our mom on the verge of tears.
"You're both dressed up, at a fancy restaurant, holding hands... making out." She took a deep breath. "Are you... on a date?"
I could feel my head about to shake 'no', but at the last moment I froze. I felt not only mom's gaze on me, but also Kelly's. I couldn't lie, even if it was the smart thing, and say I wasn't on a date with my sister. "Yeah... I guess we are..." I mumbled, looking at the ground.
"Did... I do something wrong? For you two... to end up like this?"
The question took my breath away, and I paused in my tracks. Kelly clung to my side, her breath heavy and ragged in my ear. I glanced at her, watching her bite her lip aggressively. She was fighting the insistent buildup of the broken vibrator that was still in her, trying her best not to cum in front of mom. I needed to wrap this up quickly, though something told me that was easier said than done.
"You didn't do anything wrong, mom." I sighed, rubbing my temple. "You wouldn't be asking me this if I started being with a childhood friend, someone I grew up around. Why does this have to be different?"
She sputtered, gesturing between the two of us. "Because... well... because you're siblings! You're related!"
I nodded, gesturing toward Kelly. "Yeah. The person who knows me best in the world, who would do anything to take care of me, who took me in entirely on her dime... what a shocker we'd get closer and closer, especially after--" I cut myself off, internally cursing myself.
My mother was immediately curious, looking between the two of us. "Do I want to know, 'after' what?"
Kelly let out a moan, seemingly without realizing it, as she opened her mouth to jump into the conversation. "Jake... protected me... he saved me, mom." She yelped as the buzzing got a bit louder - surely audible to our mother now - and clung to me tightly as though to encourage me to finish the story.
