The Love Shared - S01 E09

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The Love Shared - S01 E09

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 9

I burst into my bedroom and shut the door behind me, sitting down in the chair at my computer brought my hands up to my face. Having a sexual relationship with my Mom was one thing, but whatever it was that was stirring inside of me for my sister had to be fought. There was wrong and then there was this. I stared down at my floor for a moment before tapping my keyboard, there was a new email from Faye. I opened it and silently thanked her for providing me with a momentary distraction.

Doc,

Well aren't you the Mommy's boy? Cute.

I don't need tutoring, but feel free to keep the Mothers happy and pop round.

Still not convinced that you don't have another motive, but I guess we'll see.

Come around any time, doors unlocked (you'd probably be knocking forever!)

and BTW, FRAM means nothing to you, so don't you worry your little brain.

FRAM.

This chick was started to annoy me, maybe it was a good thing.

There certainly seems to be more inside her head than air anyway, but if that was the case then why wouldn't she know what was going on with her Dad? But then maybe she did. Either way, I'll find out.

I checked the Nanny-cam once again, everything seemed to be working fine and the stage was set. I'll know everything soon enough.

I shut off the computer and dropped my pyjama bottoms, I pulled on a pair of boxers and the first pair of jeans I could find when my door opened and Mom appeared at the doorway. She was now dressed, much to my disappointment, "I'm off now, taking Bobbie shopping. I've just talked to her and she said you had a word with her about what she should and shouldn't be displaying. I'm proud of you, being a big brother. she told me. I crossed the room slowly and kept my eyes locked on hers, she smiled a little before taking a step closer to me and leaning forward a little, I met her in the middle and our lips collided.

We kiss for what felt like a second before we heard Bobbie's bedroom door close, we broke our lips away and Mom turned to see Bobbie standing in the bedroom doorway.

"What're you doing?" she asked. "Just kissing Doc goodbye and thanking him for his talk with you earlier." she told her, she was so quick minded. My little spell in front of Bobble earlier proved that when confronted with an awkward situation I was nothing but a dear in headlights.

"Okay, I better kiss him too then, then we can go shopping." she said as a grin flashed across her face, she bounded forward and I dropped to a knee, she grabbed me by my ears and kissed me hard on the mouth. It wasn't a peck, it was a smooch.

She didn't break away immediately, she held me there for a few seconds before breaking off and then walking out of the bedroom.

I looked up at Mom and her face read the same as mine, it looked as though her eyebrows were going to merge with her hairline.

"Well she certainly knows how to say thank you." Mom said as I got back to my feet, "Looks as though you have competition,' I told her Mom then moved forward and took my hand, placing it on her breast. "I don't think I have anything to worry about." she sald before leaving the room.

I watched the car leave the drive way and gathered my things, I shoved the Nanny-cam in the leg pocket on my baggy jeans and left the house. I took a slow walk across the street and walked up Fayes drive way. I was sure she knew I was coming, but instead of opening the door to me I was left to open it myself and walk in.

The hallway stretched down to the kitchen much like my own home, and like mine, the lounge was opposite the stairs. I slowly appeared in the doorway to the lounge and saw that no-one was in there so I made my way through to the kitchen. I had a view of their garden from the doorway, I saw Fayes Mom, Pamela, was hanging some laundry out on the line. I took a step toward the door when I then saw she was in a bikini.

It was a nice day, but nice enough for a bikini? didn't think so. She had a pretty good figure though, her breasts weren't as big as my Mothers, but there was still something there. I took solace in the Idea that I was living in the age of Soccer Mom's, Yoga Mom's and Gym Mom's. Pamela's long red hair was tied back in a loose bun.

She hadn't noticed me yet, and that was probably for the best. I turned around and walked to the bottom of the stairs, I looked up and saw Faye stood on the landing peering down at me.

"Come on up, I'll make sure to tell Mom you're here." she said before vanishing, I began walking up the stairs and was hit by a tickle of anxiety. Whether she was my old obsession or new obsession, she was still at one point all could think about. All I could want. But my Mom had changed all of that, I was in love and in a relationship, fair enough a taboo one, but never the less I was with the woman of my dreams. Faye now was an interesting

distraction, providing me with a mystery for me to solve. I followed Faye into her room, Faye was looking good in a mini skirt and an off-the-shoulders summers top. There were no straps but she was wearing a bra underneath, giving her breasts a firm and perky look.

"Yellow looks good on you." I told her, she turned to face me with her face a little screwed up, "Complimenting me? You're sure this isn't a weird an awkward date, right?" she asked. I smiled at her, 'Believe me, it isn't." I assured her.

She sat down on her bed and I took a seat in the corner of the room, 'So what now?" she asked. I took a little look around her room and then my eyes fell back on her, 'A drink would be awesome." I said with a sly grin. Her shoulders dropped and she rolled her eyes, she got to her feet and left her bedroom, 'If you go rooting through my underwear drawer, I'll know." she called from the stairs.

"Oh I somehow doubt that." I muttered under my breath, above my head was a shelf filled with stuffed animals, I ran a finger across one of them and saw a small dust cloud lift off the surface, clearly they weren't being used, I thought to myself and pulled out the Nanny-cam. I lifted one of the animals and put the camera underneath it, I twisted it to face the bed and carefully hid it from view.

It was in place, a wave of relief and excitement swept over me.

Now all I wanted was to go home. I heard the stairs creaking and soon Faye walked back into the room, she handed me a glass of what looked to be Cola. "I didn't know what you wanted, but then I didn't really care so, enjoy." she said sitting back down on her. "Brilliant, lets have a look at your work then. I suggested. Again her shoulders dropped and her eyes rolled, she crossed the room and grabbed her laptop. She opened the lid and after a little typing showed me her essay.

My eyes scanned through it and I handed back her laptop, "Seems to me that you have quite a brain inside that head of yours. I think this work is better than mine. told her, she smiled a little, "You sound surprised." she said.

"Well," I began, "It was the airhead move of dying your hair blonde that must have fooled me. I told her. I wasn't sure why, but sitting here with her gave me this feeling of confidence. Not having her as my obsession was a comfort, a comfort that allowed me to be blunt and honest with her. Even If it was in a joking manner.

"There was more thought to me going blonde than you think, Doc." she said. "Oh really? You used to stand out from everyone else, now you just mould into everyone, like your wearing camouflage." She took her laptop and sat back on her bed. "Maybe that's the idea." she answered.

My eyes narrowed, she had peaked my interest. "There's more to you after all then. I'm glad to hear it. Was I flirting with her? I'd began to wonder what this was, an innocent conversation or a chess match of the mind.

"Oh well I'm glad that you're glad. It's nice to know you think highly of me, means a lot.' she said with a cheeky half smile. My wondered out of the window and up to the sky, "Well I better be going. Wouldn't want this to get awkward." I told her.

"Before you go," she said, "I for some reason feel the need to demonstrate to you exactly what FRAM is. It's better than explaining it anyway," she opened her laptop up and began typing, I got up and switched from sitting in the corner to sitting on the edge of her bed. I could now smell her, either that or I could smell the bed sheets.