(A note to my readers. Thought you have noticed the spelling is not pure English, bare in mind this is written mainly using "Irish Slang" and will remain that way through out my other stories)
I listened to Mom's gentle snores as she lay in the hospital bed, unaware of my presence. I had decided to give her a surprise visit but, as usual, she spent most of her times now sleeping away in dreamland. Probably thinking everything that happened before when Dad died was all just a dream. The nurse had suggested that I'd come back later when she wass awake, but... after everything that had happened last week on Friday, I needed someone close to talk to.
Jenny and I hadn't been talking much ever since that night, when she saw me with Aunty Bella - I wasn't surprised. Though frankly I was actually surprised Jenny hadn't reported me to the police yet, but after I'd heard her in her room, pleasuring herself whilst calling my name, I had my answer.
My mind kept going back to the events of that night: Aunty Bella sleeping drunkenly in Mom's bed, having my way with her, taking advantage and finally Jenny, still frozen in the door way with a look of great horror upon her face.
Shite... could things have been any worse for us?
'Derek... is that you?' asked a soft, tired voice.
I lifted my head up and saw Mom just sitting up from the bed.
'Oh, Mom, you're awake.'
She had a look of exhaustion on her face as she moved slowly and rather weakly, like her body was made of thin wooden sticks.
'How long have ya been here?' Mom asked moving some of her dark brown hair covering her eyes aside.
'About an hour or less. Sleep well?'
'Aye. I've no complaints 'bout the way things run round here, but... I still miss sleeping back in me bed.'
'Ay, try not to miss it too much. Aunty Bella's turning it into a right state: mess everywhere.'
Mom gave off a bit of a smile.
'Aye, that's sounds like Bella, alright. How are you and Jenny doin'?'
My heart went to a sudden pause as I though about my dear little sister. What could I say? Jenny saw me fucking Aunty Bella and masturbated to the thought of me. If I told her that it would make a right bloody mess of things, and leave Mom with more than just Dad's death and her cancer issue to worry over.
'Fine, we're doin' fine.'
'Any problems?'
'Nah. Just the issue of keeping the house clean after Aunty Bella's done with her bottlesl of beer.'
Mom and I shared a laugh together.
'Well then, better get used to it. Yer the man of the house now, lad. I'd do it meself but... as you can see; I'm in no position to do a thing.'
I smiled at Mom for a moment, then got up from the chair i'd been sitting this whole time.
'Well, I'll be off then. I really hope you get better, too.' I tapped Mom's shoulder and was off.
When I returned I found the house still empty as it was when I left, but there was something I hadn't seen earlier ago. A note on the fridge from Aunty Bella
"Gone out of town for a few nights. I'll be back before the end of the week. I've left some money for you if you need to go shopping. Love you both. Aunty B."
This was new of Aunty Bella to be quite generous, but the only part of it I didn't like now was she was leaving us here all alone – with Jenny especially. I can't bare the thought of saying I hated my own sister now after what happened, but being alone with her was just a tad bit shivering. But nonetheless she was my little sister, and I loved her with all my heart. I placed the note down on the kitchen table and got a can of Diet Coke from the fridge.
It was just after seven. Jenny had told me this morning before she left in a hurry that she'd be back later on in the afternoon. But this was a bit too "later" than usual. She wasn't much for staying out late, even at her friend's house, and would always call to say whether she was going to be out longer. I was just beginning to worry about her when I heard the door open and quickly turned my head to find Jenny, locking the door with a big load of bags in her left hand.
'Ay there. Been out a wee bit late haven't ya?'
'Sorry, I meant to call but me phone died on me. Typical eh?'
'Ah well. So what's in the bags?'
'I went shopping with my friends' and I bought some food for the house too.'
'OK, I'll help ya with it.'
Jenny didn't seem so uncomfortable now that she was here, back home with me. In fact she seemed more lively than usual, and I noticed her face was practically glowing with delight. Anyways, I helped her out with the shopping and took some of the bags' into the kitchen, resting them on the kitchen table. I noticed something quite odd about one of the bags though. It was from an erotic ladies underwear store just in town. Inside I spotted a pair of see-thought bras in different designs of all types: sexy, naughty and even dirty. Her selection of panties mainly consisted of Tangas made of silk with very thin linings. Whatever Jenny was thinking of doing with these undergarments', it definitely involved something erotic.
Question was: with whom?
I left the bag alone and just carried on with putting away the rest of the shopping. Jenny was actually quick to take the bag off the table and place it aside, while she then continued helping me put away the rest of the shopping. After we were done Jenny rushed off to her room and took the bag with. She didn't even say a word after helping me. What was she up to I wondered? But right now I felt too tired and too sweaty to think about what my little sister was up to, so I decided to take a shower.
The warm water covered my body as I stood with my arms out, pressed against the wall with my head facing down, watching the water flow down the drain. I took the soap from the side and started to rub it all over my body. The warmth of the water relaxed my mind and for a while I stopped thinking about the events on Friday, when, all of a sudden... I spotted my sister in the mirror peeking through the door. I would have jumped and turned to face her, but the shock of it just numbed me and I couldn't respond to it. But I'm sure Jenny noticed I could see her because moments after she then moved away from the door, I then heard her bedroom door close.
I can't believe it, I thought. Jenny was watching me in the shower.
afterwards I hurried out of the shower and got dressed into my sleeping bottoms and T-shirt. Inside I felt as though I should go inside and talk to her, but then she'd think I was angry with her, and Jenney was a rather fragile thing to say the least. So instead I just returned down to the living room and watched TV for a while before I went to bed.
The next morning I asked Jenny if she wanted to go for a walk with me down to the pier, and maybe walk along the beach. We hadn't done that since we were kids with Mom, and I figured it would be a nice day to go for a walk with her – for old time's sake.
We walked up along the pier and stopped at the end, resting against the railing staring out at the sea. We both stood relaxed as we felt the freshening sea breeze blow against our faces, whilst smelling the ocean from right under our noses. The day was calm and, though it was a bit windy, very peaceful.
'I know ya haven't forgotten about Friday, Jen,' I started finally getting to the point of confronting Jenny. 'I know ya saw me with Aunty Bella and I know ya masturbated to me shortly after.'
Jenny remained quiet, her head low buried inside her scarf with her hands gripping down hard on the railing. I placed my right hand along her shoulder and rubbed it tenderly against her back.
