Chapter 43: Contact

Sunday, July 28th, 1996, Sanford Maine

I sat with my hands gripping the menu hard, frozen with fear. Carla’s words about her recognizing us still echoing in my ear. Amber’s and my worst nightmare was realized. We’d slipped up a little over a month ago and had allowed our being an hour away from home to give us a false sense of security, and now we were about to pay for it. I knew that Amber’s desire to be able to act like a regular couple in public would eventually get us into trouble. I didn’t blame her for feeling that way, but I’m the big brother. I should’ve used my better judgment and stopped her from exposing us, even if it was only to strangers in a completely different city. Instead, now, I was sitting here with flashes of my Dad killing me running through my brain.

“You’ve been here before, you two?” Mom asked with both her and Dad looking at us curiously.

“Uh...” I paused, feeling flushed and not knowing exactly what to say as I swiveled my gaze back and forth between them, Amber, and our waitress Carla.

“Yeah! We came with CC about five weeks ago after Davey got his truck,” Amber replied sweetly, before turning to Carla and ordering her drink, “Hi again! I’ll have a coke, please. What about you, Tiger? What do you want?” Amber asked while giving me a big smile.

“Uh, hi, Carla. I’ll have the same thing, please,” I managed to get out while wondering how no one seemed to hear how loudly my heart was pounding.

“Hi, Carla. I’m Todd, this is my wife Jacky, and these are our—”

“She already knows who we are, silly,” Amber interrupted, flashing our Dad the same smile that she usually used when she wanted to get something from him. It always seemed to turn him into a big teddy bear whenever she did that. “But in order not to be rude, yes, I’m Amber, and Tiger here is David, as you already remembered,” she said boisterously with a dazzling smile.

“Hi again,” I managed to blurt out as Carla flashed her friendly grin my way.

“So, are you getting red wine like you usually do?” Amber inquired of our parents with a curious tilt of her head.

I marveled at how calm Amber seemed. Here I was sure that our secret relationship was about to be exposed and that our world was at its end, and she was all smiles and charm as if there wasn’t a care or worry to be had.

“Yes, Pumpkin, we plan to,” Dad smiled back before looking up at Carla, who waited patiently, her pleasant smile focused on him now. “We’ll have a bottle of your house red, please, thanks,” he ordered before opening his menu to start looking through the choices.

“Perfect! I’ll be right back with your drinks, and then I’ll give you a couple of minutes to figure out what you’d like to order,” Carla replied before walking away towards the kitchen area in the back.

I buried my nose in the menu, but I don’t think I read a single word. All I could think about was how we were sure to be busted. How that at any moment, Carla was surely going to mention all about how we’d told her that CC, Amber, and I were in a three-way relationship. That she’d seen us all kissing and carrying on like love-sick puppies. After all, she had been so fascinated with us and our unique situation, asking numerous questions. All it would take to bring the proverbial ax down on our heads would be for her to ask another question about how it worked with us, and we’d probably see more fireworks in here than we did on the fourth of July! Fuck! We were doomed!

“So how come you two never mentioned that you came here before?” Mom asked curiously, startling me out of my reverie. I caught both Mom’s and Dad’s eyes and could tell that they were displeased.

“Uh ... I, Uh, I guess that it just slipped our mind what with everything else that’s been going on this crazy summer,” I shrugged nervously, struggling to meet their piercing eyes.

“Yeah, please don’t be mad. It honestly just slipped our minds. We had Davey’s pool party with his friends the very next day, and then on Monday, the cops arrested him. So with all that stuff going on, well ... we just didn’t think about it. We’re sorry, Mom, Dad,” Amber added, sounding sincerely contrite.

Shit, I hadn’t felt this nervous since Amber and I had first started out as a couple.

“I know that you’re excited to have a vehicle to drive around in and that you and your sister are acting very responsibly when it comes to running your business. And I know that both your father and I are very proud of your work ethic,” Mom said as she shared a quick look with our Dad. “So, since we hadn’t exactly laid down any rules about how far you could drive, we won’t punish you this time. But from now on, I expect for one of us to be told whenever you plan on driving out of town. Can you imagine it from our point of view? What if something had happened to you? And we didn’t know where you were?” Mom said sternly with a worried frown.

At least she was letting us off with a lecture and a warning. I honestly hadn’t wanted to tell them. I had been afraid that they would’ve forbidden us from going because of the distance and the fact that it’s a big city. Dad was silent about it, looking to be in deep thought.

“Yes, Mom, Dad, I’m sorry. It was all my fault, not Amber’s. I was just excited and wanted to take CC out on a real date. And not just down to the usual places in town, but somewhere fancy, and of course, we both wanted Amber there as well,” I rapidly spewed out, wanting to get off the topic fast. Especially before our waitress came back and overheard anything giving away our sibling relationship to each other. “It was also kinda spur of the moment,” I added lamely.

“Well, as I said, from now on, you just remember to let us know. You may act like adults most of the time, but your still our kids, and we’re responsible for you for another few years yet,” Mom reaffirmed firmly.

“We’ll make sure to do that from now on, Mom. We promise,” Amber said sweetly. “I’ll be right back. I need to use the lady’s room,” she added as she got up and headed to the washrooms, which were down a short hallway in the back near where the kitchen entrance was located.

“So, David, you can at least tell us what you ate then and if it was any good,” Mom offered with a smile, showing that all was forgiven.

“Uh, yeah, sure. I know that we each ordered something different, and then we shared. I got the Veal Parimgean. Amber had the Manicotti, and CC had something that was all in Italian. I didn’t recognize the name of it and can’t remember what it was called; it was a pasta dish with spinach and cheese, though. All of it was amazing. There wasn’t anything that we didn’t like. Oh, and for dessert, we had the chocolate-flavored Gelato; it was awesome! I definitely want that again!” I told them, trying my best to act and sound normal.

“Hmm, I like the sound of the Veal. I think I’ll get that along with a Caesar salad and a basket of garlic bread for the table,” Dad said as he put his menu down on the table.

“I’m not sure what I want yet. It all sounds so good,” Mom replied as she started reading hers.

We all went silent as Mom and I contemplated our choices while Dad put his menu down and casually looked around the restaurant. A couple minutes later, Amber came skipping back, followed on her heels by Carla, who was carrying our cokes and a bottle of red wine. I steeled myself for any potentially awkward questions and did my best to appear calm, though I was anything but inside.

“Here’s your wine, Sir. I hope you find it satisfactory?” Carla asked as she presented the bottle to him right before uncorking it. She then poured a small sample for him to try. I couldn’t help but smile when he swirled and sniffed at his glass before tasting it like he usually did. He’d admitted to me once that he knew absolutely nothing about wines and only did that because he’d seen it done by rich people on T.V.

“Yes, it’s perfect, thanks,” Dad replied after acting like some French winery expert.

“Great! Enjoy!” Carla exclaimed as she proceeded to pour our parents a full glass, “Just to let you know, our special tonight is the Steamed Mussels with Pistachio Butter as a starter and our North End Linguine with Shellfish and either a Red or White Sauce as the main. That comes with your choice of either our famous chocolate Gelato or Tiramisu, plus coffee or tea,” she said while giving everyone a friendly, upbeat smile.

“Thank you, I just might get that. It’s been a while since I’ve had some good seafood, but I’m going to check the menu first to be sure,” Mom answered as she took a sip of her wine.

“Of course. I’ll give you a couple of minutes to look over the menus.”

I watched Carla saunter away and sighed with relief. So far, at least, she hadn’t said anything about Amber and me being in a three-way relationship with CC.

“So your brother was telling us all about what you guys ate here and how you shared it between the three of you. Sounds like you had a good time,” Dad smiled at Amber. “I have to reinforce what your mother said just before. I don’t like the thought of you two driving all the way out to the big city...”

“Daddy!” Amber pouted with a whine.

“I wasn’t finished, Pumpkin. I was going to say that as much as I don’t like it, you can do so as long as you promise to behave responsibly. That means staying in public areas and staying away from the bad parts of the city,” Dad said before turning his gaze to lock eyes with my own. “David, do you remember what I told you back when I agreed that Amber could go to Martin’s birthday party and keep the same curfew as you? About her safety?” he asked.

“Yes, Dad,” I replied solemnly.

“Good. I know how much you and Cindy seem to like hanging out with your sister at the expense of any alone time, but I never want to find out that you two snuck off somewhere and left her in a dangerous situation. And that’s all that I’m going to say about it,” Dad finished a matter of factly, his serious look changing to one of love and joy. “I propose a toast,” he said while raising his wine glass. “To my beautiful family and a great day spent relaxing at the beach, to a wonderful supper that we’re about to have together, and to the most gorgeous Veterinarian in the world—my Olive.”

“You’re silly, Cutey, but I love you,” Mom said with a blush as they clinked glasses.

Dad’s timing was perfect because Carla showed up just as he finished giving his toast.

“Hi! Are you folks ready to order?”

“Have you figured out what you want yet, Jacky?” Dad asked as he took another sip of wine.

“Hmm, I think that I’ll have the Manicotti Verdi Con Spinaci. Did I pronounce that right?” Mom asked. “David recommended it.”

“Perfect! Yes, you did. Funnily enough, I remember exactly what they ordered. The Rotolo Alla Milanese, the Manicotti Verdi Con Spinaci, and the Veal Parmigiana. After all, it’s not every day that we have a threesome of teenagers in here spending like adults! I even thought they were of age when I asked them if they wanted anything to drink,” Carla chuckled. “Although I was planning on carding them just in case if they had wanted any alcohol,” she affirmed to our parents.

My face felt like it was on fire, and I suddenly found myself staring hard down at my menu. She just called us a threesome! We were so fucking dead! I tensed up, waiting for the inevitable explosion.

“It’s our son’s size; it makes him look older than he is. He gets it from his father. Certainly not from me!” Mom laughed.

“When he told me his age, I couldn’t believe it! He certainly is quite large for being only sixteen!” Carla agreed.

I couldn’t believe my ears! No one was saying anything! I risked a glance up and saw that everyone just looked like usual, even Amber, who was smiling and acting still as if she hadn’t a care in the world at all.

“Amber looks older because she dresses way older than she should,” Dad grumbled under his breath so that we barely heard. Amber gave him a reproachful look but didn’t say anything.

“So, would you like a starter with that, Ma’am?” Carla asked, diverting attention back to what we wanted to eat.

“Hmm, some bruschetta for me and a basket of garlic bread for the table, please.”

“Certainly, Ma’am. And for you, Sir?”

“Yes, I’ll have the Veal Parmigiana with a Caesar salad to start, thanks,” Dad ordered as he cleared his throat.

“Perfect. And for you, Amber?”

“I’ll have the Lasagna Boloknees with a Caesar salad to start also, please,” Amber ordered.

“I think that’s Bolognese, Honey,” Mom giggled, correcting her pronunciation.

“Good choice, you’ll love it! And for you, David?” Carla asked, giving me a flirtatious smile.

“I’ll have the special you mentioned, the Steamed Mussels and the Linguine with the White Sauce, please,” I said while still feeling super nervous and exposed.

“Sounds good! I’ll be back in two minutes with your garlic bread, and it should be about five minutes after that for your starters,” Carla said as she closed her notepad and sauntered away.

“Are you okay, Honey?” Mom asked as she looked at me with concern. “You look a little flushed.”

“Uh ... I feel a little tired, actually ... It’s probably a combination of not sleeping well last night and too much sun at the beach,” I shrugged nervously. “I’ll be fine, though. I probably just need to eat something. I’m starving.”

“Ha! When are you NOT starving? I think that, maaaayybee, you might have a five-minute window from when you finish eating a meal to when you need to start eating something again! You’re a walking stomach with muscles!” Amber joked, poking me in my side.

“I didn’t know that you liked Mussels, David?” Mom stated questioningly.

“Seriously? Mom? Have you seen his biceps!? How can he not like Mussels?” Amber smirked as she winked at me. I could tell that she was trying to get me to relax.

“Never had ‘em. Just thought it sounded good, and I like clams, so how different can it be?” I mumbled back in reply.

“Mussels taste quite a bit stronger than clams do. More fishy, if you ask me. I’m sure that you’ll like them, though,” Dad said as he took a sip of his wine. “If not, I’ll eat them,” he smiled.

I nodded, letting his words pass over me, still shocked that no one had responded to the waitress calling Amber, CC, and me a threesome. How did they not catch it? Amber was probably right; I was just acting too paranoid again. Although I definitely had cause to be scared this time, that was for sure. For once, I was looking forward to a meal being over rather than the start of it when I could enjoy my food.

“They say that you are what you eat. So maybe this will just make you even bigger, Davey,” Amber smirked.

“If that’s true, then would that make Cannibals the only true Humans?” Dad riposted with a laugh.

We all chuckled ruefully while shaking our heads at his Dad joke. I settled back, listening to Amber talk with our parents about how much she’s been loving this summer so far, even with its crazy ups and downs. I tuned out while she rambled on about how happy she was since I came out of the hospital. I vaguely heard her mention how awesome owning a company with her two best friends was. Of course, Mom and Dad were only too happy to ask questions. Thank God Amber was able to deflect their attention away from how unsettled I was. I doubted that I would ever understand how she could be so cool as a cucumber all the time, yet I was eternally glad for it.

Carla appeared at my side, placing a big basket of delicious-smelling toasted garlic bread on the table, causing my stomach to growl. She topped up our parent’s wine glasses, assured us that the appetizers would be out soon, and then left to another table, thankfully not mentioning anything about Amber’s, CC’s, or my previous visit this time. Before anyone said anything to me, I had my mouth stuffed full, savoring some of the best garlic bread that I could ever remember trying.

A few minutes later, the appetizers arrived, and we dug in, sounds of happy contentment coming from all of our mouths. I decided that Mussels were super tasty and devoured them up with relish. We made small talk, and I eventually started to calm down a bit. So far, nothing terrible had happened, and Carla’s comment had gone over everyone’s heads. Maybe we’d come out of this without having our world fall apart.

Ten minutes after we’d finished our starters, our mains showed up. Everything looked and smelled fabulous, and even though my hunger pangs had been cured, I was still super hungry. Again, Carla said nothing, although I did catch her giving Amber and me strange looks. Amber seemed oblivious and acted just as carefree and happy as she had all day. She’d even shelved the Linda topic since, as she’d put it earlier, there was nothing to be done about it until we had more information, and that would only be coming tomorrow.

We finished our scrumptious meals and then ordered chocolate Gelato for all. Our parents agreed that it was Heavenly, and we all thought that the Italian coffee accented the taste perfectly. By the time we’d all pushed away our empty bowls, I was almost convinced that we’d actually make it out of here without having our secret spilled. A few minutes more, and we could breathe a sigh of relief.

“Hi! How was everything? Can I get you anything else? More coffee, perhaps?” Carla asked as she appeared at my shoulder once again.

“Everything was excellent! We’ll let our friends who recommended this restaurant know how much we agree with them. We’ll definitely be coming back,” Mom exclaimed, beaming at our waitress.

“Yes, the food here was perfection on a plate and the service outstanding,” Dad added with a big smile. “All we need now is the bill, please.”

“Will you be paying with cash or charge, Sir?”

“With American Express,” Dad replied as he handed her his card.

“Certainly, Sir. I’ll be back with you in a moment,” Carla replied, beaming a smile of her own.

I watched her warily as she spun in place, her dark brown ponytail whipping around like a horse’s mane before she marched smartly off to wherever they processed their credit card payments. The more I saw of her, the more I thought that her outfit, plus the way she did her makeup and hair, made her look like a cheerleader rather than a waitress. She was definitely cute and seemed super nice. I just hoped she didn’t fuck us over by accident.

Five minutes later and Dad had signed the receipt to pay the check while leaving a hefty tip in cash. We were walking towards the exit, Amber and me trailing our parents, who were chit-chatting happily to themselves when Carla tugged on Amber’s arm. She whispered something and handed her a piece of paper. Amber didn’t look at it; she merely shoved it in her purse, her face going a little pale.

“What was that?” I asked, but from the quick shake of her head and flash of her eyes, I could tell that my sister didn’t want to say anything until we were alone.

“It was nice seeing you guys again! Please come back soon and bring your girlfriend with you too!” Carla said to us, giving a broad smile and a little wave before turning back to take care of her other clients.

Amber grabbed my hand and pulled me forward; our parents had just stepped outside and would wonder what we were up to if we didn’t follow soon.

“What’s was that all about?” I whispered to Amber as I held the door open for her to pass through.

“I’ll tell you later when we get home,” she whispered back, flashing me a weak smile.

Happy to be home after such a long day, I quickly stripped down to my underwear and then flopped down onto my bed with a tired yawn. I was feeling super happy because we’d heard from CC since she’d called a few minutes after we’d got home. I missed her, but I was glad that she’d arrived at her Grandparents’ house safe and sound. It felt as if a piece of me was missing without her here, and it had only been a day since I’d seen her. Just then, Amber slipped in from our bathroom, having gone to her room first in order to get undressed. She gave me a glance before walking over to my bedroom door, checking to make sure that it was locked. Of course, it was. I never forgot to do that now, not since we’d started fucking, but I understood why she did anyway.

I wolf-whistled as I admired her sexy form clad only in a set of her sexy black panties. I would never get tired of seeing her tits, with their strawberry-colored nipples, especially when they were jiggling with her every movement as they were now. Damn, she was sexy. I ran my eyes over her body, starting from her cute little feet. I admired her sleek yet femininely muscular calves and thighs, pausing on her pelvis area, admiring the shape of her hips and how the black string of her panties accented them. Next, my gaze took in her flat tummy with her adorable belly button before returning to once again soak in her delicious, firm, perky breasts with their engorged nipples. I felt myself stiffen. I knew that most people would never understand how a brother could be so in lust and love with his own sister, but society be damned, they didn’t see what I saw. They didn’t live with such utter womanly perfection. They didn’t see the genuine love that we had for each other. No other woman compared to her, and other than CC, none ever would.

“Like what you see, Bro?” Amber smirked as she suddenly posed for me with hands on hips.

“Always, Sis. You’re a Goddess, and I can’t stop myself from staring whenever I see you,” I smiled, raising my eyes to meet her’s, loving the sparkle I saw within.

“Flattery will get you everywhere, Tiger,” she growled as she sauntered her way over to me, flopping down on the bed.

“Hmm, well, before it does, what was up with the waitress before we left?” I asked curiously while running a hand up over her hip. “I was so freaked out all dinner! I thought that for sure we were busted when she called us a threesome!”

As soon as I asked that, Amber sighed heavily and frowned, her mood turning down in an instant.

“You’re going to freak out, Davey,” Amber sighed again deeply.

“What is it? What did she hand you and say?” I demanded, feeling my apprehension rise.

“I was hoping you’d have forgotten about her whispering to me until tomorrow. I wanted you to get a decent night’s sleep,” Amber frowned as she looked at me with worry and concern.

“Just tell me, Amb,” I commanded firmly.

She nodded once and said, “Carla whispered about how much we both looked like our parents and passed me a note as she did so...”

“Shit!” I hissed. “So that means that she thinks that we’re brother and sister then!?!”

“Yeah,” Amber sighed heavily. “Her note said that she knows that we’re related but that she promises not to tell anyone our secret if we call her to arrange a meeting. She says that she means us no harm but that she expects us to call her by Wednesday at the latest.”

“What!?! Why the fuck does she want to meet!?! Oh, God! We’re so fucked! She’s going to blackmail us! I just fuckin’ know it!” I exclaimed, feeling shaken to my core. Nausea washed over my stomach, and I suddenly had a bad taste in my mouth, as if we didn’t have enough bullshit going on.

“I dunno. Whatever she wants, I guess we’ll find out when we call her.”

“Do you think that we really have to call her? I mean, what would happen if we don’t? How could she find us? Maybe it would be best to just ignore her?” I mused hopefully.

“We could. But what if we go back there and we see her again? I mean, Mom and Dad both really seemed to love that restaurant. I highly doubt that we’d be able to convince them not to go again. Plus, she could rat us out, and then we’d be truly fucked—”

“How?” I interrupted.

“Easy. She could probably find us by looking up Dad in the phone book. He did pay by credit card, and that has his name and our address on it. We’re going to have to at least call her to see what she wants,” Amber concluded matter of factly, her voice sounding resigned to the fact that we’d have to deal with her in person.

“Yeah, I guess,” I sighed, not liking it but knowing that my sister was right. “What do you think she wants anyway? And what horrible fucking luck that Mom and Dad chose that restaurant of all places too!”

“Pfft! It was some seriously rotten luck! And she probably wants to blackmail you into fucking her,” Amber growled, her face turning red with anger at the thought.

“What!?!” I barked incredulously. “You really think so? ‘Cause, there’s no fuckin’ way that am I doing that!” I declared adamantly.

“Didn’t you see how she kept looking at you? Anyone could tell that she was into you, Bro. I mean, I can’t even blame the bitch for that,” Amber shrugged with a scowl on her face. “I mean, you are super hot, Davey.”

“Yeah, well, she can want me all she wants. But she ain’t getting it!” I declared firmly.

“Nope! She isn’t! There’s no way in Hell that am I letting some whore fuck my brother!” Amber agreed, her emerald green eyes flashing possessively.

“Anyway, we don’t even know if that’s even what she wants. For all we know, it’s money or something,” I added as a bunch of horrible scenarios popped into my head right after the other.

“Maybe, maybe not. I doubt that she’d want money from two teenagers, though. She has no clue about our company and how much money we make. Plus, how much money do teenagers usually have anyway? So, nah, I bet it’s sex! She’s probably some sicko who wants to watch us and make us do things! Don’t forget—she was pretty interested in how our threesome worked!” Amber practically hissed at me as her anger built.

“Well, we won’t know anything for sure until we talk to her, so there’s no point in getting too worked up over it by speculating,” I said soothingly, hoping to calm her down a bit. “But besides that, you were right,” I mumbled as I laid my head back and closed my eyes, a sudden weariness flooding through me.

“About?” Amber asked, still sounding vexed.

“About wishing that I’d have forgotten to ask you about this shit until the morning. I do need a solid night’s sleep, and I doubt that I’ll get it now. Between dealing with those assholes who attacked me and CC, the cops charging me with assault, and Linda trying to kill herself, we already had enough on our plate. This is going to suck even more of our energy; I can just feel it. This was the last fucking thing we needed. Not to mention how much energy running our own company already takes! Fuck, Amb! What are we gonna do?” I asked despondently, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with everything we had going against us when I listed it.

“The only thing we can do, Davey. Take it one day at a time and deal with things as they come,” Amber replied, sounding calmer as she tried to soothe me now.

“I guess,” I muttered dispiritedly.

“Hmm, let’s put it out of our heads, for now, Baby. You’re right; there’s nothing we can do about anything tonight,” Amber stated reasonably as she slid over and cuddled up closer to me, her hand running gently over my chest. “Besides, I can think of something else we can do to take our minds off things,” she added as her hand slipped down inside of my boxers, grabbing my limp cock and softly stroking.

“For once, I don’t know if I’m really in the mood,” I grumbled miserably as I lifted my neck to kiss her on her forehead.

“I bet that I can change that, brother. Just let your baby sister take away all your worries for now,” Amber breathed out sexily as she started to kiss down my chest, her hand already bringing my dick to life.

Any negative thoughts I had about having sex swiftly fell to the wayside as I moaned in appreciation of my sister’s efforts, her hot mouth engulfing my head as she pulled it free from my underwear. Then, after a minute of feeling her insistent licking and sucking, I grabbed at her thigh, swinging her over so that I could pleasure her too. Amber groaned ecstatically when I pulled her panties to the side and ran my tongue through her moistening snatch.

She was right. My worries did disappear for a while as we proceeded to sixty-nine to completion, after which she suckled on me until I was engorged again. Then I pounded her tight little pussy, finally unloading deep within her until we were both panting in satisfied exhaustion. God, I was so lucky to have a sister like Amber. I couldn’t wait until we moved far away from here. Somewhere that we could be open about our three-way relationship with each other and CC.

We may have gone to sleep later than originally we’d intended, but I was able to fall asleep almost immediately thanks to our lovemaking. Sex certainly has a way of changing one’s mood and the tiredness I’d feel in the morning was worth it.

Monday, July 29th, 1996, Sanford Maine

“Wake up, Davey!” I heard a female voice rumble in my ear.

I knew that voice. My tormentor was back from the Hell that spawned it! Quick! I had to flee!

“Come on! Rise and shine! Nope! You’re not turning over and staying asleep! We have to get to work early today since we’re short a man! Well, not a man ... CC’s definitely NOT one of those!” the demonic voice cackled evilly.

The Demoness was close! I could feel her warm fiery breath tickling my neck! If I was to survive, I had to run now! I did my best to roll over, burying myself underneath my blanket and pillows.