Part XV - Trust So Broken

“Kevin Heterson!” growled his furious mother, “Are you deaf? Do as I tell you and open that shower door RIGHT NOW!”

And taking a deep breath, he slid the door back a foot and stuck his head out, fought to keep his expression calm.

“M-Mom? Is that you?”

Heather Heterson planted hands on her round hips and glared at him, “Well, who do you THINK it is, dummy?! Santa Clause? Of course it’s me!”

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t hear you until now. Is--Is there a problem?”

Directly behind him, his Auntie Dale, Heather’s baby sister, cowered and tried to not move a millimeter, praying the steam would hold and continue to conceal her.

Oh please! Oh please-please-PLEASE!

“Yeah, there’s a problem, Kev.” replied Kev’s mother sternly, “You’re using up a fortune in hot water, that shower has been going for nearly forty-five minutes now.”

Holy crap, he fought to keep his jaw from dropping, she’s been home nearly the whole time Auntie Dale and I have been in here. She was downstairs, probably watching repeats of Three’s Company, while Auntie titty-fucked me!

“Really?!” he feigned ignorance, “Has it been that long? I must have, um, lost track of time.”

“I’ll bet.” Heather snorted, “And I bet I know exactly how you lost track of it. What have your father and I told you about touching yourself? And in the shower we all share, no less!”

“What?!” he gaped at her, “I swear! I wasn’t!”

“Uh-huh.” she shook her head in exasperation, “A likely story.” she waved a hand between them, “Wow, that’s a lot of steam. You’re soaking up the place.”

She moved to the wall controls and flipped on the exhaust fan. Behind Kev, Auntie Dale recoiled in terror! How long would it take for the room to be cleared out? Seconds? Yes, it might only be seconds!

Outside the shower cell, Kev’s mom spotted something on the floor and snatched it up, “And what’s this?!”

“Um ... a towel?” asked her son.

“Yeah! One of my good towels, meant for special guests only!”

“It is?” he again fought to look completely innocent.

“You know what,” his mom’s scowl deepened even further, “I think this is the one I gave your Auntie! What, you went into her bedroom and took this?! Why would you do that!”

“Actually, it ... it was in here when I came in.” he quickly explained, “I guess Auntie Dale must have left it behind.”

His mom scowled, “You expect me to believe that?”

He shrugged through the shower door, “You can ask her yourself if you like, mom. I didn’t take it, I swear.”

“I will be asking her, and you better pray Dale backs up your story, Sport, or else your name is mud.” and tossing the towel in the hamper she turned on her heel and stalked out of the bathroom.

“Supper will be on in thirty minutes, so you better be ready. Auntie Dale should be back from her interview by then.” and Heather shut the door behind her.

Or even sooner, Kev fought not to grin, then closed the shower door and turned around.

“Holy shit, that was so close!” breathed Dale.

“Real fucking close, yep, Auntie.”

That did it, they both cracked up and started laughing, mostly in relief. They fell into each other’s arms for a long moment, as Dale continued to chuckle almost hysterically.

I guess my virginity stays intact after all, Kev decided as they finally broke apart and filed one-after-another out of the stall and went looking for the discarded towel.

They didn’t speak another word to each other and Kev left the room first, while Auntie Dale crept after him a minute later and prowled into her assigned bedroom. She would later just claim to have been taking a nap.

And back in the empty bathroom, the digital recorder Kev had used to blackmail her sat waiting on the edge of sink, completely forgotten by both of them...

Next door at the Jalone’s...

Smelling of the sludge she’d just spent two hours methodically scraping free of the gutters, Tia descended the tall ladder and thankfully hopped back onto solid ground. She tugged off the work gloves and tossed them into the wheelbarrow, then grasping it’s handles she propelled it back across their property and a moment later she curved the cart into the small maze of tall greenery that rose up in the tree-lined rear yard.

Her departed mother’s contribution to the beautifation of their property, Marta Jalone had had an obsession with hedges and topiaries, which lead her to create what she referred to with a grin as her ‘labyrinth’, though it was far from complex and could be solved by a newcomer within less then a minute.

Tia manuevered through it with the wheelbarrow without thought, it’s emerald twists and turns burned into her subconscious from a young age. The only thing that made her raise her head from her internal chaos was the ornate white marble fountain at it’s center, and as she squealed past it she cast a glance up at the statue of Cupid that rose above the spouts of softly-burbling water.

No romance for me, no thanks to you, wing-boy, the petite brunette scowled, just lust and unwanted obsession. But it can’t be denied that I brought all this misfortune upon myself...