Chapter 24

My weary eyes opened at some time in the morning, and I’d barely slept all night. Riley’s arms were still around me, holding me tight, but it just didn’t provide the comfort I needed at that moment. I don’t know if anything truly could. I was terrified of this day. Originally, it was because Riley would be heading home in a few short hours, but now, after last night, I didn’t know what I was waking up to.

I’d chastised myself all night for what had happened. Why did I leave my room to check on Riley with my Dad? Why did I have to be so clumsy and hit that table to make noise? And worse, why hadn’t I thought more about my Mom waking up and finding Riley screwing my Dad?

I should have known better; I never should have agreed to Riley’s stupid idea in the first place. Our homes weren’t the same. They had a large sound-protected basement to play in, and we didn’t. Everything was out in the open here, no rooms to do it in, no closets to duck into. One door opens, and after a few footsteps, they are right on top of you. There was no place to hide, and we all got caught.

What must Dad have been thinking when I popped up near the kitchen, dressed in my sexy lingerie? Did he think I looked pretty at least before realizing Mom was right there, too? I don’t know why that was in my head on and off throughout the night. There were more important things going on, but it was something I couldn’t push away. It was so dumb and childish, but I wanted him to think I looked good despite everything.

The room was still, with no movement. I could hear Riley’s breathing in my ears and the sounds of regular morning traffic outside on the street. Car engines revved, horns occasionally honked, and brakes sometimes squealed. I’d grown up with those sounds, so I learned to sleep right through them. What caught my ear, though, was the sound or arguing coming from somewhere else. It didn’t seem to be from the window towards the street, but somewhere else.

I lifted my head off the pillow to try to figure out a location. It was muffled enough that it could have been from any other direction through the walls or floors of the building. Maybe Brad had brought home a new girl who didn’t want to leave or didn’t like being a one-night stand. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d heard one of those. I slowly turned my head, letting my ears determine the location, but it didn’t sound like it was coming from above us. It sounded like it was coming from our own apartment. I immediately thought the worst and buried my face in my hands.

“What’s wrong?” I heard a soft whisper come from beside me.

“I think my parents are fighting...” I said to Riley, who sat up and wrapped her arms around me. I felt the flesh of her small soft breasts push against mine. If it was any other morning, I’d have been aroused, and my hands would have made their way towards them ... but this wasn’t any other morning.

“Jane, I’m so sorry,” she apologized. I felt the warm drops of a few tears on my shoulder.

“It’s ok, it’s not your fault,” I replied, reaching out to comfort her, too. I knew this could be just as bad for her if her Mom was called. It would likely mean a lot of questions that could lead to the special relationship she shared with Curtis. One I shared with him, too.

“Can you hear what they’re saying?” Riley asked as she crooked her neck to listen.

“No, but I think we can guess,” I said, not wanting to let go of Riley. A new fear spread through me, joining the cacophony of voices inside my head, “What if I’m not allowed to see you again?”

Riley looked at me as though that was a thought that hadn’t crossed her mind yet. Her mouth hung open, and her eyes were large like saucers in surprise. It seemed to take her a few seconds to gather herself before she returned to normal and looked confident again, a trait I still loved about her.

Riley spoke softly but with assuredness in her voice, “We’ll see each other again, no matter what. Remember the plan and hold onto it, ok?”

I knew immediately what she meant. Her plan was we’d save money and find a place to live together in the city. The thought of seeing her every day, living with her like we were sisters, helped quiet a couple of those voices in my head, at least temporarily. There was something so sweet and tender about knowing she wanted to live with me, too, that it wasn’t just me fixating like I sometimes did.

“I’ll start saving as soon as I get that job,” I said with a half-smile. I brushed a few of her tears away, and she brushed away some of mine.

Riley looked at me, “No matter what, I love you. Always remember that.”

“I love you, too,” I replied and pressed my lips to hers. It wasn’t the usual passionate kiss we’d usually share in the mornings, usually leading to some fingerplay. This was sadder and mixed with uncertainty.

The loud voices in the living room seemed to stop with what sounded like a door slamming shut. I looked worryingly at Riley, and she tried her best to comfort me now. It seemed likely we’d soon have to face whatever was about to happen just beyond the safety of my bedroom door. I couldn’t have been more right.

KNOCK KNOCK!

The sudden sound of knocking on my bedroom door made both of us jump. Both of our heads snapped towards the door. I thought about reaching down to cover our naked bodies up but was too frozen in place. Luckily, the door never opened.

“Girls, it’s time to wake up,” I heard Mom voice say from the other side of the wooden door. She didn’t sound angry or upset. If I hadn’t known any better, I’d have guessed it was any other day I’d slept in too late.

“O-Ok, Mom,” I answered back, unsure what else to say. I turned to Riley, who also looked perplexed at what was going on.

Mom’s voice penetrated the door once more, “Why don’t you girls take a shower while I get breakfast going. I’m making waffles.”

I looked at Riley again, and she shrugged. Neither one of us knew what was going on. I knew I had to respond somehow, though. “Yes, Mom.”

I heard Mom’s footsteps shuffle away from my door, probably towards the kitchen. If Mom was still home, that meant Dad was the one that left. I wondered if she kicked him out. If she did, where would he stay? All those new thoughts rampaged through my head, like a herd of stampeding elephants. I didn’t even realize I was standing up till I felt the cool morning air on my naked body.

“What do we do?” Riley asked as she pulled the covers from herself and climbed out of bed.

I didn’t respond right away. My eyes were suddenly drawn to a large white stain on my newly washed bed sheets. It was in the spot Riley had been sleeping, and I realized it was the dried remnants of my Dad’s cum that had leaked out of her through the night. I hadn’t eaten the cum out of her pussy like I usually did or cleaned herself up, so it must have dripped out and made a mess.

“We just washed those,” was all I could say, as I stared down at my bed. I think I was still in a state of shock.

“I’m sorry, Jane,” Riley said as she hugged me, “We’ll clean them again before I leave.”

“No, it’s ok,” I said, as I folded the bedding back overtop of the mess to cover it. My eyes briefly looked at the spot between Riley’s legs, a flaky white film covered part of her inner thighs. It was even more noticeable when she bent down to pick her pink terrycloth robe off the floor. I could see it coated the lower half of her pussy lips and down to her ass. She must have been sleeping in a wet puddle for a decent portion of the night. My mind couldn’t help thinking Dad must have blown a huge load inside of her last night.

I stepped over my discarded white teddy on the ground, also a remnant of last night, and reached for my own robe hanging on a hook on the back of the bedroom door. I slipped it on, covering my nakedness and looked at Riley, who hadn’t yet tightened the front of hers. I took in the sight of her naked body one last time, knowing it might potentially be the last time for a while.

“Who goes first?” Riley asked, looking at me with a curious look.

“What?” I answered, snapping me out of my mental paralysis.

“The shower. Who goes first?”

“Oh ... you, I guess,” I said, still staring at her body. My eyes were focused on her partially exposed tits, making sure I got a strong mental image of her even though I knew she looked exactly like me.

“Why don’t you go first,” Riley suggested, that way I can hide in here from your Mom till you’re done.

“I guess that makes sense,” I said, then smiled weakly at Riley before turning the handle of my bedroom door and entering into the scary unknown of my own home.

I closed the door behind me, and I took my first steps into the hallway. I wasn’t sure what I was going to find, but I’d made myself prepare for the worst. I’d expected to see smashed pictures, broken furniture, and shattered glass everywhere, even though I never heard anything that would have given that impression. I think my mind was working with things I’d seen in movies and TV shows when someone is caught cheating, and they just wreck the place, but that didn’t seem to be the case here.

I don’t know why, but I slowly tiptoed towards the bathroom. Whether it was fear of being yelled at by my mother or just wanting to avoid the likely confrontation that would soon occur for just a little bit longer, I tried to be sneaky.

I could smell the scent of bacon and cooking waffles in the air wafting in from the kitchen. Normally, that would be a wonderful smell to wake up to, but this morning it felt ominous. I heard Mom clanking pots and other metal implements as she did whatever she was doing in there. I had no intention of interrupting her to find out. As I took one more step towards the bathroom door, Mom’s head suddenly peeked around the corner.

“Going to take a shower?” she said, an uncomfortable smile on her face.

No longer under the cover of needing to be quiet, I bolted to the bathroom, yelling “Yup, sorry I’ll hurry up.” I accidentally slammed the door then stood there for a second, waiting to see if she’d follow me ... but she didn’t. After a brief pause, I turned on the water to heat up and disrobed and hung it on a hook. I stepped under the hot water and tried to cleanse myself of all the misdeeds I’d done to this point, begging for anything or anyone to save me.

I was back to being lost in my own thoughts, as the water splashed down onto me. It was like I was trapped in my own brain, torturing myself with every possible negative outcome that could happen today. It was almost like I’d created my own personal hell, right there in the shower. I was so lost in thoughts that I didn’t hear anything but the water till the shower curtain was pulled back.

“Room for one more?” Riley asked, as she stepped inside and closed the curtain. I just looked at her stunned.