I walked about two blocks before a friend picked me up and took me to his house. I had to put my phone on vibrate in his car because Mom wouldn't stop calling.
A few minutes later, I switched it to "silence all." She was relentless.
The texting began about the time we got to my friend's house.
"You need to get that?" he finally asked.
I shook my head.
We played games in his basement for a while. When he went to grab some snacks, I checked my phone. It was after 11am, and Mom had called me nine times. There were seven text messages from her, too. I didn't read them.
But, I did see a text that came from Lia just a few minutes before. I read it.
"Text me," she sent.
I responded, "?"
"Take my call?"
"OK"
She called a few seconds later. After I answered, she said, "Let me swing by and pick you up so we can talk, okay?"
I hesitated.
She reassured me. "Just for a few minutes, and then I'll drive you back there."
"Alright. How soon?"
"Where are you?"
I told her.
"Be there in five."
I explained how it was to my friend, and he was definitely confused, but he didn't pry.
Lia showed up in her old blue SUV. Emma was riding shotgun. I got in the back.
I said, "Hey, Em."
"Hey."
Turning to Lia, I said, "Don't know what Mom told you, Lia, but I would never take advantage of you. I would never trick you or anything like that. I love you. Both of you."
"I know," she said.
"You didn't believe her?"
She glanced at me in the rearview mirror. "Well, I may have wondered about it for a few seconds, but the more I thought about it, the more I knew she was wrong."
I sighed. "Thanks, Lia." I saw her make a turn. "Where are we going?"
"Home, if that's okay with you," she said.
"Wha...no! That's not okay. I don't want to see Mom. Turn back!"
"Easy, now," Emma interjected, "Mom's not home. She went to the office."
"Oh," I said, relaxing. "Why home?"
Emma and Lia glanced at one another, and then Emma said, "We told Mom we would try to make sure you got your next sample."
"No," I spat. "No way. I'm done with her samples."
"Please, will you?" Lia asked.
"No."
Em asked, "But, will you at least listen to us?"
I sighed. "Okay, what?"
Lia started. "You still have seven containers to fill to get to twenty, and..."
I stopped her there. "All they need is ten to do the test. Twenty was because the doctor's gone. We have enough."
"But Mom has paid for twenty, and lab work is really expensive."
"She can get a refund."
"She can't, actually."
"What?"
"I asked her. She can't."
"Oh, well. So, the money's already spent. They'll get thirteen. Three more than ten, right?"
"Two things. One, Mom says with ten, the accuracy is like 95%, but with twenty it's closer to 99%. She wants 99%. Two, you know how tight things are with all three of us in college. We can't be throwing away money like that. You know we can't."
I sighed.
Emma spoke up. "Plus, Mom is freaking out. Freaking out. She's like...super angry and..."
"Scared," Lia finished for her.
"Yeah. She's scared," Emma agreed as if realizing it for the first time.
"Scared? Why?" I asked.
My sisters were both silent for a moment, and then Lia spoke while she drove. "You guys probably don't remember it, but seeing her and hearing her on the phone before we came to pick you up? It reminded me of how she was...I don't know...how she was after Dad left us."
Em and I met this with silence.
Lia said, "She's angry and terrified."
I asked, "But, why? I get the anger. I don't get the terrified."
No one spoke for several long seconds, and Lia finally said, "I don't know."
Emma broke the next silence by asking me, flatly, "So, will you? It might make Mom feel better."
Trying to smile, I asked, "One of you going to help me?"
They both said, "No," almost simultaneously.
"Why not?"
"Mom," Emma answered.
"Mom," Lia agreed.
I sighed. "Okay."
Emma turned to Lia and said, "See? I told you. He's a good boy."
Lia nodded, slowed down, and made a turn.
Emma looked over her shoulder at me and smiled brightly.
We were headed home.
***
Inside the house, before walking into my bedroom, I asked the girls, "What are you two going to do?"
"Wait for you to finish," Emma answered.
Lia added, "When you're done, we'll take you back to your friend's house, so hurry up."
I nodded and trudged into my room. I could hear the muffled sounds of them chatting next door in Lia's room.
I stripped down to my boxers and grabbed the sample cup. Climbing into bed, I couldn't help but think about Mom.
She was mad.
She was mad? Mom? No, I was the one who should be angry.
But, I really wasn't. Not anymore.
I just felt bad for her. She was scared. I didn't understand why, but that didn't make me any less sad for her. I hated to think of her that way—as scared. I wondered what it had been like for her when Dad left us. I wondered what seven year-old Lia had seen in her Mother during those days and weeks after.
Because I was pretty sure I'd never once seen Mom terrified.
Angry? Yes, I'd seen it, plenty. Scared? No.
I lifted the waistband of my boxers and looked at my penis. There was no way I was going to get an erection.
I needed a distraction.
After I knocked, Emma came, opened the door, and said, "No way you're done."
"Not. Didn't even start."
Lia sat on the side of Emma's bed. She said, "We're not leaving until you're done."
"Yeah, hurry up," Emma added.
"I can't."
Emma glanced down and saw the sample container in my hand. "We're not going to touch you, if that's what you're thinking. We promised Mom."
Lia asked, "Why can't you do it?"
I raised my palm as a gesture to see if I could enter.
Emma opened the door fully, and I walked in. She sat beside Lia on the bed; I went over and flopped into the chair by Emma's desk.
I said, "Can't stop thinking about poor Mom—being scared and all."
"Get the tablet. Watch your ass videos," Emma suggested.
I waved off her recommendation. "Not distracting enough."
Lia asked, "Can't you masturbate it to get an erection? Doesn't that work?"
"Not when I'm worried about Mom," I replied.
No one spoke for a time, and then I saw Emma, eyeing me strangely as if she were looking right through me, thinking.
"If I can call her and tell her we have your next sample, then she's going to feel better. You'll make her happy," Lia declared.
I shrugged, staring at the floor. Several seconds elapsed.
"Emma," Lia began, "what are you...?"
When I glanced up, Emma was tossing her light blue sweater on the floor. She turned to Lia. "I'm just getting him in the mood." She reached behind her back.
"But..."
"I'm not going to touch him, Lia." When her hands came back around to her front, it was clear that her bra was unlatched.
I saw Lia turn to me, but I was watching Em, eyes glued.
"Come on, Lia. You, too. Show him your tits." Emma slid her bra off. It fell to the floor beside the bed. She cupped her own breasts and squeezed them.
My boxers scrunched in the wrong place. I adjusted myself.
Emma saw and said, "See? I think it's working. Come on."
Lia glanced at me, and I nodded.
She was wearing a hoodie that zipped in the front. Her hand slid up her chest, her fingers found the zipper, and they slid it down.
Emma watched her.
When the hoodie came off, Lia crossed her arms and slipped her tee-shirt over her head. As it fell to the floor, Emma leaned to the side, behind Lia, and unlatched the bra for her.
Lia glanced at Em, surprised, but let it happen.
Her bra fell to the floor. I took in the view of my sisters, side by side, with their heavy breasts unveiled. I gulped. "You two are so incredibly beautiful."
Lia's eyes were on my body. Emma's were on Lia's.
Emma almost whispered when she spoke, "Look at your tits, Lia. Holy shit!"
Lia glanced down at herself, and then at Emma. "Look at yours."
Emma did, and she said, "Yeah, but yours are bigger."
"Yours are...perkier," Lia responded, and they laughed.
"Not by much. Care if I feel yours for a second?" Emma asked her.
Lia shot a quick glance at me and then pivoted on the bed toward Emma, arms at her side, chest erect and forward.
Emma reached out with both hands and caressed Lia's breasts. She cupped them, and then she squeezed them. "Shit, they're big."
Lia drew her hand up and felt one of Emma's breasts. "Yours may be a little bit smaller," she uttered, "but they're a bit more firm, too. They're nice." Lia's thumb slid across Emma's nipple.
"Your nipples are the same," I offered.
Their hands slipped away from each other, and Lia and Emma assessed one another's nipples.
Emma said, "They kind of are."
"Yeah."
Emma's palms skimmed over Lia's nipples before gently pinching them. Then, she drew the tips of her fingers together over the nipple, stroking it.
Lia seized Emma's hand.
"What?"
"Starting to feel good," Lia said with a laugh. Emma joined her.
"Can I suck on your nipples?" I asked the both of them.
"No," they declared, practically together.