Before I could reply, we jumped at a knock on the door.
“Megan you awake honey?” It was Mom.
Shit! I looked at the clock; it was 7:30 on Friday morning. Mark was supposed to be up but seeing as I was out of school, I hadn’t been surfacing until after nine. I had never taken my night shirt off, and Mark quickly sliding his sweatpants on got up and tossed on a t-shirt, but rather than try to make it to the bathroom went and sat in the chair at my bureau. Getting his drift I got up and went over to the door and let Mom in.
Mom had entered, and looking at Mark had nodded and said she had thought she had heard us talking. Once again my brother had demonstrated his uncanny self preservation instincts, and had picked the right move. It would have looked funny if Mom had heard us and he had run out of the room. Mom asked Mark if he would leave us alone, and after he left Mom sat down and told me that she had been thinking it had been a long time since we had spent time together.
I shrugged and agreed. As I did I felt something on my upper thigh and realized that as I was sitting here talking to my mother, my brothers cum was oozing from my pussy. Many were the times something dirty like that would turn me on, but at the moment looking at the concern on Mom’s face all I felt was guilty. Mom cut into my thoughts asking if I was paying attention, and after I apologized and said I was feeling a little out of it from the accident. She asked if she should come back later, and I told her no I could sleep later.
Mom then nodded, and told me that she had talked to Dad, and he was going to call Uncle Ray this morning and ask if we could use the cabin that he owned in Vermont for a few days. If he agreed, which she was sure he would, especially after his wife had been such a bitch a few months ago, then we were going to leave tomorrow and drive up there for a week of “girl time” as she put it.
I didn’t want to go! After a week of ignoring me, my brother had come to my bed and said everything was going to be okay, I didn’t want to leave him for a week! Searching for an excuse I mentioned work, and Mom told me she would call my boss, who in addition to being one of my Vinnie’s regulars, was also the father of one of the other cheerleaders from high school and mom knew quite well. She was going to tell him that there was a family emergency, and I needed the week out. I started to try to come up with something else, but Mom looked at me and simply said that we were going, we needed to talk and she didn’t want to be rushed or interrupted.
I put my head down and told her okay. Mom had smiled, and told me that it wouldn’t be so bad that she wasn’t taking me as a punishment, but that her and her mom had done trips like this, and she had always wanted to take me on one. Mom’s mother had died young at 55 two years before I came to live with them, I had always wished I could have met her. Mom also told me that she had a surprise for me, and wanted it to be just the two of us when she gave it to me. What could I say? By rights the woman should be ready to kick me out and she wanted to spend time with me.
I went to work and my boss told me Mom had already called him, and it was fine for me to take the time, and he hoped everything would be okay. He then asked me what happened to my head and I lied and said I fell in the basement. That night as bad as I wanted to go to Mitch’s I behaved and stayed home. Mark didn’t get home until two but came into my room and once again took very good care of his big sister. I have to say lying there in his arms I felt guilty about what I had done to him with Krissy. Then again, if I hadn’t I wouldn’t be lying here with him, and he really didn’t seem unhappy as he cuddled into his big sister, and told me sweet dreams before he went to sleep.
The trip had been a good one. Mom was one of those people that you could talk to about anything. She never lost her temper, nor did she judge, unlike my father who thought of everything in black and white, Mom seemed to understand that a lot of things were grey. Of course mostly what we talked about was me and how I was feeling and what was going on with me. I wasn’t really sure and told her that. I knew I had it good and should be happy but lately just seemed sad. I told Mom I really didn’t see anything wrong with drinking especially since I had turned twenty one, and although I admitted I had gotten a little carried away a couple of times didn’t think it was an actual problem.
Mom disagreed of course, pointing out that I would have never gotten mixed up with Jack if I hadn’t been. I also wouldn’t have lost my job, got kicked out of school, or wrecked my car. At that point Mom stopped lecturing and changing gears talked about guys and love. I felt a little better about this topic as it didn’t involve me changing anything. I explained to her about how I wasn’t comfortable and it was getting worse.
Mom surprised me by saying I just kept looking at it from the sex point of view and not the emotions. I was caught up in “cute” or “Hot” and wanted to have fun but I obviously wasn’t built that way, what I needed was someone who would love me and treat me right. That when I found that special someone, who wanted to be good to me, than I would be able to be good to him in every way as well. I asked Mom how I would know?
Mom then really surprised me by telling me she’d been with a few guys before Dad, and that she’d had her share of both fun and screw ups. She said she knew Dad was the one when it came to sleeping with him. At that point I put my hand up and said that we really didn’t need to get into all that, I’d take her word for it. Mom rolled her eyes and said she meant literally sleeping with someone. That when it was the right one, you fell into each other as if you were a perfect fit, and that it felt like you’d always been there, and always belonged there.
As she explained this I started thinking about my brother and I. What Mom was saying really did describe us. Mark was the only man that I could sleep with, and as much as he cared for Krissy Mark had told me several times that there were times he couldn’t sleep next to her, that he still felt uncomfortable and uneasy, and that I was the only one he felt completely right with. As I thought about this Mom had asked me if I had ever slept with anyone that had made me feel that way.
I have to say I give Mom credit for being able to say it like that. Except for Jack I had never snuck guys around behind my parents and Mom accepted the fact that I’d slept with a few. At this point I’d only been with five, and that included Mark. I had been uncomfortable with all of them both during sex and afterwards. But as I thought about it something odd happened; I found myself wanting to tell my mother about Mark.
I knew it was crazy, there was no way in hell I could tell her we were having sex especially after I’d lied through my teeth after the hotel, and she had said she trusted me. Despite that, as I looked at Mom I felt like I wanted to, even to the point that I considered saying that Mark and I had never had sex, but that I felt drawn to him and was pretty sure he felt the same way. In my head I found myself trying to justify it; we had been separated for ten years, we understood each other in ways no one else could, that Mark made me feel special, even that comment he had made about me deserving the best.
Mom asked me where I was, and with a smile I told her I was just thinking of how nice it would be to meet that person. Mom smiled and then turning serious told me that I would never meet that person the way I was going. If mom had surprised me before she absolutely shocked me with her next statement. Looking me straight in the eye Mom said that guys wanted to fuck the party girls, but were only good to the good girls. Then, without realizing it, Mom twisted the knife by saying it was why she was so disappointed Mark had screwed up with Krissy. Krissy was a sweet girl would had been very good to him, and now Mom worried Mark would fall in with the type she didn’t want to see me become.
The week went by surprisingly quick, and Mom didn’t beat a dead horse, we did talk about me a few times, but they were short conversations and in the end I found myself wanting to do better by her, and promised I would stay away from pot and drinking, and even cut down on my time with Betty, whom Mom blamed a lot of this on. Even as I said it however I wasn’t sure I could make good on it. As every night I went to bed all I wanted was a drink. Either that or my brother’s arms around me, or better still both.
The cabin had a phone, however the rule was we weren’t to use it all the time, and Mom told Dad not to call and harass her. On Tuesday we called and I was disappointed to find out Mark was out. I found myself instantly wondering where? He didn’t work Tuesdays, but then Dad had mentioned he had started taking Tai Kwon Do because his black belt in Kenpo wasn’t enough apparently. On Thursday however Mark was home and I got a chance to talk to him.
We made small talk for a couple of minutes, and I felt a little nervous. Mark had never completely forgiven me, and I was worried that the time alone would get him stewing over Krissy again. Mark made me feel better however when he said quietly;
“I miss you in my bed my beautiful sister.”
Mark had said it in Latin, and I found out why as after he said goodbye; Dad, who must have been standing there came on the line and told me he missed me and hoped I was having a good time. My father and I hadn’t been civil in days so that made me feel good although nowhere near as much as Mark’s comment had. My little brother still wanted to be with me! I turned the phone over to Mom and sat on the couch as she talked to my father. I caught myself trying to listen and smiled when I heard Mom tell Dad that she missed him, and that he should plan on sleeping in on Sunday. Good for them.
The next day Mom gave me the surprise that she had mentioned, and to be honest I had forgotten about. We were sitting on the porch after breakfast and Mom had presented me with a small jewelry box. When I opened it I saw that it was the silver heart shaped locket that I always remembered her wearing when I was younger. The locket had contained a picture of my mother as a young girl with her mother. As I opened it I felt my eyes well up, as the locket now featured a picture of me at eleven in a pretty red dress sitting on Mom’s lap her arms were around me, and we were both smiling.
I remembered that day vividly; it was the day my adoption became official. I looked up at Mom and tried to tell her that this was hers, and that I had been such a bad daughter lately that I didn’t deserve it. Mom told me not to be ridiculous, and that her mother had given it to her when she turned twenty one, and she had been looking forward to giving it to me and seeing me wearing it. Taking it from me Mom held it out and I turned and pulling my hair to the side let her put it on. I turned back and hugging her promised her once again that I would do better except this time I meant it. How could I hurt this woman who had and still did so much for me?
Giving up on sleep I opened my eyes, and as I had done many times since yesterday reached up and put my hand over the locket. I had one picture of my real mother Julia, and sometimes wondered why I kept it. I hadn’t seen her since that day in the social workers office and although it was explained to me when I was older by Mom, that she had done what was best for my brother and me, there was no way I could feel anything but anger towards her. No the woman in this locket was my mother and I needed to stop hurting her.