For the second time, I had the pleasure of waking up in Mom's arms. I could already tell how hot it was going to be that day as I turned over in her sun splashed bed and kissed her good morning. We caressed each other all over again, speaking in low tones about how nicely sore we were and how we loved one another before I must have fallen asleep again.
The next time I woke up, I was alone. There were voices outside Mom's room in the RV, hers and Olivia's. I stretched with a smile and got up, yawning and naked by the bed, stretching again before going out.
Olivia had Mom backed against the refrigerator, their arms around one another as they kissed.
"Good morning, Livy." I said with a smile, walking up to them.
"Good morning, little Barbie girl." she beamed.
I went to my tiptoes and we pressed our lips together, both their arms around the small of my bare back. We shared each other's mouths for a minute before Mom spoke.
"I was about to come and wake you. We're going to town and Jarid will be here soon, so go get dressed and ready."
"I'll be ready to go in no time." I said happily, having been waiting for a chance to see town.
"You
are
having breakfast." Olivia said warmly, but firmly.
"Okay.", I agreed.
"Good girl." she said, patting my bare ass as I turned to go get ready.
I chose a pair of faded denim, bib style overall shorts with a little (very little) white undershirt that I usually slept in and emerged from the bathroom with hair and makeup intact. Since the night before, my ass actually felt wider and I knew I was walking a little differently, unable help but smile giddily over it. It made me horny.
Mom had one of her short summer dresses on, a pink one with generous cleavage (mostly owing to the fact that she'd left the top two buttons undone) that also showed the top of a white lace, pushup bra. She finished her outfit with white stockings, shoes and a white sunhat. Her makeup and hair were perfect and, in short, she was one yummy mummy.
Olivia was dressed in blue jeans with those short, snakeskin ankle boots she often wore and a wide snakeskin belt. She also wore my brother's grey
Freightliner
shirt, the one he got from the thrift store, but she had it tied under her boobs and wore a black, low cut tank top underneath.
Not to mention what it meant that she was wearing it. I stifled a giggle as I silently welcomed him to the dark side, now that he'd had the milk and cookies that were promised.
Jarid himself was wearing his usual rags, although at least clean rags, while sitting in the booth, eating a bowl of cereal and staring out the window to his right. I sat across from him.
"Hey, bro."
"Hey, sis." he said without looking at me.
"It's pretty hot out, you know."
"I know."
"Well, shouldn't you wear something cooler? Anyway, you look like you work at a gas station."
He finally looked at me, pointedly at my chest and then up again with a raised eyebrow. I decided to drop it. He obviously didn't get any good morning kisses, but still, I'd have thought he'd be smiling after losing his virginity, especially to Olivia.
A little later, we were in the back of Carrie's red car and waiting for Olivia and Mom, me all excited about going for a ride with Olivia, Jarid staring straight ahead with a miserably resigned and slightly bored look. Did he have to be such a wet blanket?
I decided to give him something to lift his spirits. I kissed him. Yes, a nice big wet one and right on the mouth, not stopping until he pulled away in surprise, his previous expression gone.
"What the fuck!?"
"You looked like you needed it. Geez, don't get mad."
"You can't be doing that!"
"Why not?"
"Because, by the fuck, I'm your brother!"
"Well, if I can't kiss you, what other man would I trust?"
"Oh, my god." he mumbled, shaking his head while staring at me. "Look, just don't do it again, okay?"
"Whatever.", I said, giving up and turning to look out the little backseat window.
Now, he'd ruined
my
mood.
Mom and Olivia bought yet more clothes in the little town while Jarid and I were sent across the narrow street to the drug store with a list, our escorts just outside in a pickup.
We split up, each with our own item hunt and out of each other's way until I began to get upset about the situation. Why wouldn't he get with the program? Why wouldn't he just stop being such a killjoy and ruining everything for everyone? I understood his thinking, but it had no place at Wheeling Park and he didn't seem to get that. I never would have labeled him as a prude before, but this was how the Park seemed to have changed him.
I found him in the hair care aisle. He was looking at hair gel for men with a bottle of
Old Spice
in his hand.
"You don't use that stuff." I said.
He looked around at me and blushed a little, even while his lips constricted in mild anger.
"It's on the list." he said.
"No, it's not. You're getting it to wear for Livy, aren't you? Right on, bro.", I said with a smile, thinking maybe he got it after all.
As I moved closer to him, looking over his choices on the shelf, he angrily said, "No, dammit, it's not on
your
list, but it's on the list, believe me!"
"Oh, I get it. Hey, don't be upset, it's no big deal."
"No? Then I'm not getting it, if it's no big deal." he said, putting the cologne on the shelf.
"Jarid, come on."
"I am
not
some-!"
"Well, hello! Fancy meeting you here!"
I knew that voice. Even as I turned, my insides seemed to go to mush at the sound of it, here of all places. Jarid and I both stood in a state of shock while the Magpie looked at us.
OMG.
"Mr. Lackey.", I finally managed to say.
"I know, what a coincidence, eh?" he asked with his Guidance Councilor's smile, sticking out his hand.
I took it and we shook as he completely ignored Jarid.
"Ummm, yeah, really." I agreed awkwardly, glancing at my twin, who looked like he was seeing the ghost of our parent's marriage.
I should point out a couple of things here about the Magpie. First, he liked me and always did because of hockey and my grades and he was forever praising me and trying to convince me to speak at assemblies and pep rallies, trying to get me on the school float during the Christmas parade, that stuff. From my perspective, he was just a funny dweeb who we made fun of in the locker room.
From Jarid's perspective,... Well, as I said, Jarid has trouble with people. He wouldn't even talk to the few loser girls who seemed interested in him and it came to the point, I suppose, when the school's small gay community must have gotten ideas about him.
Apparently, Lenny, whose last name I won't mention, tested the waters with Jarid and was told something that kept him out of school for the rest of the week. Whatever it was Jarid said must have been bad, because only he, Mom and Dad, Lenny and his parents even know. Lenny's already fragile self confidence was visibly shattered on the following Monday and for the rest of the year, making a lot of the students actually feel sorry for him, which didn't help Jarid's lack of popularity at all.
The Magpie also knew what Jarid said. He was the first person Lenny went to and Jarid ended up in his 'Sensitivity and Tolerance' class during noon hour for a month. He actually failed the course, but wasn't required to retake it. I remember asking him why as he was working on his bike in the garage one night. He told me that the Magpie had given him one too many chances to prove he was smarter than him.
Ever since then, Jarid and the Magpie were on bad terms, right up until graduation.
"Oh, and the name's Howard, by the way. You're not one of my students anymore, you don't have to call me
Mr. Lackey
, heh!"
"Oh, I,... I guess,..."
"You know," he said, "I thought that was you out on the lake with your friends, but I- well, what are the chances, right? But, here you are."
(Oh, no!)
He wasn't letting go of my hand and I felt frozen on the spot, remembering how much of me he saw.
"I,... don't know what you mean.", I stammered, trying to look innocent, even as I flushed and my eyes faltered.
He put his other hand on my forearm, really freaking me out now, and said, "It's alright, Jen. We're all adults."
"Let go of her arm." Jarid said quietly.
The Magpie glanced at him and said, "It's alright, Jarid. Jenifer's a big girl and she can-"
"I said get your hands off my sister, Magpie!"
Jarid took my trapped forearm in one hand and grabbed the Magpie's with his other, squeezing and driving his fingers into the inside of his wrist and making him cry out, snatching both his hands back as Jarid snatched mine.
"Congratulations, you little
bastard!"
he angrily spat, cradling his wrist as I grabbed Jarid's hand in mine, moving behind him a little. "That's an assault charge, and-!"
I heard the rapid heel falls coming behind us, but they didn't register until Olivia was standing to my left in those snakeskin boots.
As she scrutinized the Magpie with every fiber of her being, her right arm seemed to wander out on its own decision, reaching across me and then Jarid almost like a tentacle, her fingers quickly searching for a solid hold on his hip before gently pushing us back and behind her.
"Who are you and what the
hell
are you doing with my babies?"
"Uh, this is Mr. Lackey, the Guidance Councilor at,... school and,... he,...", Jarid trailed off when Olivia turned and glared at him.
"You think I
don't
have this in hand, Jarid?
Huh?",
she demanded.
"Sorry, Olivia." he quickly muttered, looking down and grabbing the back of his neck as if he just missed his own execution at the chopping block.
Olivia looked back at the Magpie, who seemed to have recovered from the initial shock of meeting her under these circumstances. But, even I could tell that my brother was right about him. He was too stupid to know what he was dealing with here and I finally appreciated what Jarid was trying to tell me about Olivia the day before.
"Your babies?" he chuckled, then explained, "You see, Madam, as Jarid said, I'm Howard Lackey, the Guidance Councilor at the school where both he and Jenifer graduated from and, having met both their parents, I happen to know that these are not 'your babies'. So, Madam,... The question now becomes, who are
you
