The Night Is Dark, Full of Terrors & Is Darkest Before the Storm
Copyright© 2020 by Pixy V Lilith
Chapter 4
Horror Sex Story: Chapter 4 - A young bullied teen girl naively begs for help from a higher power. Writers note: This involves a demon so it's going to get...messy. If you are squeamish and after vanilla, don't bother with this one.
Caution: This Horror Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft ft/ft Teenagers Coercion Reluctant Lesbian Horror Demons Incest Brother Sister Menstrual Play Caution Slow
The black dresses they had, were not really suitable for a funeral, so they spent a day shopping for suitable attire.
There was no grandiose church service, just a ten minute service at the crematorium and then the coffin was off to the oven.
Dearglil looked around the small non-denomination chapel after the steel door and the curtain shut behind the coffin. They were the only ones there, apart from a solitary man at the back. Not many mourners for a long life lived.
Kerry sobbed at her side, trying, and failing, to keep the sound quiet. Dearglil made her host body cry and sob quietly as well, purely to keep up the charade.
There was no wake.
“I’m going to miss him.” Kerry threw herself onto her bed and cuddled one of her pillows to her chest as she cried anew.
Dearglil sat on the end of the bed and set to unlacing and removing Kerry’s heels, placing them neatly on the floor. She removed her own and lay down next to Kerry. Dearglil ran a hand slowly up Kerry’s leg. The journey up the black nylon clad limb was circuitous. She stopped mid-thigh. Dearglil could have gone all the way to the crotch of the tights, but Kerry’s parents were home and mid-thigh under the dress looked less disturbing, should one of her parents enter and see that Peggy’s hand was at the juncture of their daughters thighs.
“He’s at peace and in a better place...” Dearglil tenderly kissed Kerry’s neck.
“I suppose.” Kerry did not sound comforted.
It was two weeks after the funeral, and they were in their usual position upon Kerry’s bed. Dearglil spooning into Kerry’s back, her arm draped over Kerry’s hip. Her fingers were burrowed under the waistband of Kerry’s leggings. The tips of her fingers touching hair.
The egg inside of Kerry had formed and was about to start its monthly journey. Dearglil was itching to stick her tongue inside and capture the little bubble of power.
Downstairs, the front door bell chimed. Kerry’s hand landed on Peggy’s and pushed it lower underneath the leggings.
“Your parents are home.” Dearglil murmured.
“I know...”
The front door opened and they heard the distant murmur of voices. There was a pause and Kerry’s mum shouted up from the bottom of the stairs.
“Kerry! It’s for you.”
With a reluctant and irate moan, Kerry turned her head to the closed bedroom door and shouted out.
“Okay mum!”
“No rest for the wicked...” Dearglil laughed, as she dragged the now moist finger from its brief, teasing, internal foray, over Kerry’s clit. Kerry sat up.
“I want to feel your tongue mistress.”
“If you are good...”
“Kerry!” Her mother shouted again from downstairs.
“Coming!”
“You will be...” Dearglil muttered with a smirk, as she licked her moist finger as she imagined her tongue catching the little pearl of power within Kerry.
In the kitchen, her parents were sat at the table with a unknown older man, in his sixties. He smiled at her.
“Kerry?” He stood, held out his hand.
Kerry looked nervously to her parents before she shook the proffered hand.
“Hello, I’m Gregor Fischer, of Fischer and Halstreen solicitors.”
“Am I in trouble?”
He let out a brief laugh. “Heavens no. I’m executing the will of the late Mr Branston.”
“Oh...” Kerry’s face fell as her eyes watered, her aroused state quickly dissipating against the still raw emotions of his death and subsequent funeral.
“We were aware, that given your age and educational requirements, that we would be unable to make an appointment during our normal office working hours. So I thought I would pop in on my way home. If I have time, I’ll stop off at the other beneficiary.”
“Beneficiary?”
“The other person named in the will. A Miss Lancaster.”
“Peggy?”
“Indeed. Are you acquainted with her?”
“Yeah. She’s upstairs.”
“Is she? Well that does simplify things.”
“Do you want her here as well?”
“Please, if you don’t mind?”
Kerry moved to the bottom of the stairs. “Peggy! You are wanted!” Kerry sat down at the table as Mr Fischer opened his briefcase and retrieved another sheaf of forms. He placed them on the table and returned the briefcase to its place at his feet as Kerry listened to Peggy’s footsteps on the stairs.
Mr Fischer stood, held out his hand.
“Miss Peggy Marcel?”
“Yes?”
“Good evening. I’m Gregor Fischer of Fischer and Halstreen Solicitors. I’m executing the will of the late Mr Branston. Please be seated.”
Dearglil narrowed her eyes at Gregor.
“You were at the funeral. At the back.”
“Yes. Yes I was. Clive was an old friend, as well as a client.”
Dearglil just nodded and sat.
“Mr Branston had no living close relations and wished his estate split equally between yourselves. Given your ages, Clive requested that Fischer and Halstreen retain hold of his Liquid assets in trust until you are of legal age. The legal definition of adult age is eighteen, however, he requested that we administer the trust fund till you reach twenty one years of age. He had a fear that sudden access to money may cause you conflict with your educational studies.”
“Conflict?” Kerry asked, confused.
“That we would go out partying every night and blow whatever he left us on alcohol, drugs and bad boys.”
Mr Fischer smiled and nodded his head at Peggy. “That was pretty much his concern. He had requested a monthly stipend be paid, to cover clothes and the like, until you reach twenty one. In the meantime, Fischer and Halstreen will use the monies in the estate to pay your council tax and service bills - that’s your water, sewage and electrical - relating to your property.”
“My daughter owns a house?”
“Joint ownership, Mr Lancaster.”
“Where is it?”
Dearglil could smell Mr Lancaster’s avarice.
“Dad!”
Mrs Lancaster placed a hand warningly upon her husbands. Mr Fischer politely ignored the remark.
“I understand that you both had keys to access the property?” Both girls nodded. “And that you retain those keys?” Another two nods. Mr Fischer jotted some notes down in a blank page of a legal pad. “I recommend that you refrain from inhabiting the property until the deeds are transferred and we take control of the services and house insurance. You can still enter to collect possessions, or store possessions there, in the meantime. The courts will need to formalise the transfer of the estate. Timescale, I can’t rightly say, as the courts are backed up at the moment, I would say that you are looking at months rather than weeks. I shall also take this moment to remind you, that under UK law, you are not able to stay in your property overnight, without adult supervision.”
Kerry thought about the considerable amount of age inappropriate clothing in the house. There was no way she could take any of that home. Her dad would go mental and burn the lot.
But a house! She owned a house! Where she and Peggy could be alone to do what they wanted without fear of interruption. She turned to look at Peggy, saw the hunger in her eyes. It wasn’t the same hunger that consumed her father.
“The money?” Kerry’s father demanded.
Mr Fischer turned to Mr Lancaster.
“As Kerry is a minor, you would have some control over your daughters financial affairs till she reached eighteen. However, due to the stipulations in the will, any financial decisions you, or your wife, make in the interests of your daughter, will need to be approved by ourselves before they can be actuated.
This is to reduce the possibility of coercion, financial abuse and action, not in the best interests of our client. Your daughter in this case.” Mr Fischer split a sheaf of paper from one of the two piles.
“This is Mr Branston’s will. There are two copies. One is yours Miss Lancaster, to retain. The other one is ours, to be held for the estate. Both will need signing. As you are under eighteen, a parent or guardian will need to witness and sign. I have already taken the liberty of signing for Fischer and Halstreen. The red labels require your signature, the blue require signature by your guardian. In this case, one of your parents.”
He slid the paperwork over and Kerry started to read but quickly gave up, as it made no sense to her. She had never seen half the words before, let alone understood what they meant. And it was written
like some Shakespearian play. She didn’t understand them either.
Kerry leafed through the pages till she hit the first one with a little red tab sticking out the edge. A small red asterisk was marked next to an empty space under another signature, it was a beautiful flowing signature. Kerry wrote her name, signed and dated. Beneath her scrawl, was an empty space with a blue asterisk. She moved onto the next marked page, signed. At the last signature, she handed over the document to her parents.
Her father snatched the document and made an obvious point of slowly, meticulously reading every page. Mr Fischer slid over an identical looking copy of the form she had just signed.
“This is your copy, you keep this one. This form here,” He slid over another sheaf of papers, “relates to the change in ownership of the house.” Kerry didn’t even bother looking at the pages, just flicked to the first page with the small blue and red tabs sticking out the side, signed where she had to sign and slid it across to her parents. As she was signing, Mr Fischer was sliding forms across to Peggy.
“Miss Marcel, your copies. I will need them to be signed by one of your parents. You can either take them home and I will collect later, or you can drop them off at the office. Or I can take them with me and one of your parents can sign at the office? I would recommend against sending them to the office via Royal Mail.”
“I’ll take them home. My dad can drop them off at your office at lunchtime, or something.”
“That’s fine.”
It took just over two hours to sign all the paperwork, and Kerry was mentally exhausted. Mr Fischer had made it perfectly clear to them, on more than one occasion, that although they would soon be in possession of a house, they would not be allowed to stay there overnight without a competent adult being present. Which was a little bit of downer. She headed upstairs. Her parents, mostly her father, were bombarding Mr Fischer with legal questions. Mr Fischer calmly replying.
Kerry shut her bedroom door and Peggy pushed her up against it, her lips coming to rest against Kerry’s. As they kissed, Kerry felt her leggings and pants pushed down to her knees. Peggy dropped to hers and planted her mouth against Kerry’s pussy. With a thump, the back of Kerry’s head connected with the door and a moan escaped her lips as Peggy’s tongue slipped inside her. Peggy had a way of getting her so aroused so quickly. And her tongue always felt like it was a foot long when it was inside her.
Dearglil slipped some power into Kerry, activating all her pleasure receptors as she elongated her tongue, worming her way through the warm flesh to her prize. The egg. The tip of her tongue enclosed around the unfertilised egg and pulled it back into her mouth. Dearglil swallowed the prize as her tongue darted back out to tease and caress Kerry’s clit. Kerry moaned and bit her tongue as her knees went weak and her wetness flowed out onto Peggy’s face.
Dearglil left the house, Chris following. His car beeped as it unlocked. She slipped into the front passenger seat and pulled the seat belt across her front. Chris climbed in and started the engine.
“Sounded like you gave my sister a good tongue lashing earlier.” He pulled out onto the road.
“Jealous?”
“Yes.” Chris unabashedly replied.
Dearglil reached over and stroked the bulge in his jeans, which grew further. She pulled the zip down. Chris pushed down on his heels, lifting his bum off the seat as he moved his hand from the gear stick to the button of his trousers. Once released, he pulled both boxers and jeans down enough to release his cock an balls.
Without hesitation, Dearglil took him in her mouth. There was no need to waste precious power on him to speed things up as he was a quick cummer anyway. A fact he confirmed by groaning within a few streets. He held her head down, ensuring he came in her mouth, failing to realise that was where Dearglil wanted him.
She sat back up, licking her lips, ignoring his inane chatter. She was seriously considering starting to leach away a little bit of his life every time he blew him. He wasn’t putting it to any constructive use anyway.
Inside Peggy’s body, Dearglil fertilised Kerry’s egg with her brothers sperm. She had no intention of carrying it to term. The now fertilised egg would start to evolve into an embryo more potent than its two individual parts. Once the process had been running for a for days, she would consume the embryo.
The next morning, Dearglil rose early and went for a run. A few passing vans tooted their horns as they went past, one even slowed down as the driver rolled down his window.
“Love your outfit! Sexy as fuck.”
She was wearing tight leggings and a cropped running top. No underwear. She looked across “I’m under age, cunt.” She shouted back.
The van suddenly sped up.
Back at home, sweaty and breathing hard, she peeled off the tight Lycra and stepped into the steaming shower. She would have to be quick to catch the school bus.
Kerry looked up as Dearglil sat down, the bus pulling back out into the flow of traffic.
“Been for a run this morning? You have a rosy glow in your cheeks and your hair is still damp. It looks really good damp.”
“You can join me.”
“In a run? God, no chance. It takes me all my time just getting out of bed. Getting up even earlier to go for a run? Not happening.” she dropped her voice. “But I’ll join you in the shower...”
They shared a joint Laugh.
Groups of pupils congregated at the gates as they waited for their friends to arrive. Either by foot or school bus. Dearglil spotted Wendy by her gait. She had the hood of a baggy hoodie up over her head, hands hidden in the sleeves. Her head was bowed as she gave the noisy groups as wide a berth as she could.
Dearglil intercepted her.
“Bad night?”
“It was not great.” Wendy admitted after a moment. Dearglil could smell fresh cum on her, along with a rapidly growing smell of body odour. The other kids were starting to call her Smelly Wendy behind her back. Soon they wouldn’t be so restrained.
Dearglil didn’t need to use any of her power to sense the pain and turmoil inside the hunched figure by her side. Wendy was close to being mentally broken. She looked around. Kerry was talking animatedly to Lydia. The pair were bonding well.
“I need to go...” Wendy hurried off. Dearglil let her go.
“Was that Wendy?” Kerry asked, joining her.
“Yes. Kerry?”
“Hmm?”
“I need you to talk her into going home with you. Us. Tonight. Offer her the use of your shower and washing machine.”
“What’s that smell?”
“Has someone shit themselves?” The comments in the bus were loud and pointed. Sly glances were directed in Wendy’s direction.
She was looking out the window seeing nothing. Kerry was sat on the aisle seat hemming her in. Dearglil was sat on the other side of the bus. She noted that Kerry had hold of Wendy’s hand.
They exited the bus to the unsubtle sounds of mock retching.
“Our washing machine is broken...” Wendy mumbled as the bus drove off. Not quite true. It had been sold months ago for a couple of cans of lager. Her parents were even more destitute than usual and the worse part, was that it had forced sobriety on her father. Sober, he had not been passing out drunk. Sober, he had not been as impotent as normal.
Kerry shared a look with Dearglil.
In her room, Kerry handed over her favourite, fluffy, large towel.
“I’II show you to the bathroom.” Kerry led her out of her bedroom to the bathroom. “Dump your clothes outside. I’ll put them in the wash. They should be dry by the time my parents and brother get home. You might as well stay for tea, since you are here.”
“I don’t know. I have to get home.”
“See how it goes, eh?”
“How is she?” Dearglil asked Kerry as she entered her bedroom.
“Embarrassed. Hungry. Her stomach rumbled the entire bus ride home.”
“You did a good job.”
“Do I get a reward mistress...?” Kerry smiled as she asked, but her eyes were hopeful.
Dearglil smiled in return. “I think that’s fair...”
“Yay!”
“Come here.”
Kerry did not need telling twice and jumped onto her bed. They kissed as Dearglil slid her hand up under Kerry’s skirt and had her moaning in hunger in-no time at all.
They heard the shower turn on.
“Should you not be doing your maidly duties?”
“Just a minute more Mistress...” Kerry begged with a purr.
“How do you do that! Mistress?” Kerry panted as she recovered her breath.
“Do what?” Dearglil asking with faux innocence. “And may I remind my servant that she still has washing to do...”
“Bugger.” Kerry begrudgingly slipped from her bed, pulling her pants back up under her skirt, and ran from the room. Dearglil listened to the clatter of cupboard doors and the slam of the washing machine door, which kicked into life as Kerry raced back up the stairs and back into Dearglil’s embrace, where her hand wormed it’s way back up under her skirt and under Kerry’s underwear.
“Has she spoken to you much in school?” Dearglil asked, as she circled fingertips over Kerry’s mons.
“Not really. I don’t think her washing machine is broken.”
“No, it’s not,”
Kerry shuddered. “To think that it’s just fate to be born into a poor household. Something you have no control over.” The bedroom door opened.
“Thank ... err...” Dearglil and Kerry looked over to the doorway where a wet Wendy wrapped in a towel was currently stood, looking a little discomforted. “I’ll, um, come back later...”
“Huh? Come on in. Why so hesitant? Oh...” Kerry remembered where Peggy’s hand was currently resided. “I’m gay, is that a problem?”
“No! I was just a little ... It’s been a long day.”
“What happened to you? You look like you fell off your bike or something.” Kerry asked, looking at some large exposed bruises.
“Something like that.” Wendy tried to cover the bruises on her arms, decided it was pointless and let them drop. The towel hid her breasts and ended mid-thigh. The rest of her exposed skin was red from a hot shower and a vigorous scrubbing. But no amount of water or scrubbing could remove the dirt that Wendy felt resided on her flesh. The red skin didn’t hide the fresh and old bruises dotting the exposed flesh.
There was a danger the atmosphere could turn awkward.
“I love your hair.” Kerry stated firmly, her tone implying that she would not be swayed on her opinion.”
“It’s just ... hair.” Wendy was caught off guard. The evening was not going in any direction she was expecting.
“How can you say that! It’s beautiful! Can I comb it?” Wendy just shrugged, “Sit there, on the seat!” Kerry said with glee.
Wendy sat on the seat and tried not to look at her reflection as Kerry jumped off her bed. Grabbing a large hairbrush, she swept Wendy’s long hair over her shoulders to hang free down her back. This close Kerry could make out patterns on the shoulder bruises that resembled hard bite marks. Peggy had given her a few, similar, and Kerry wouldn’t have minded a few more.
Starting at the end of Wendy’s hair, she worked her way up. Downstairs, the washing machine started its first spin.
“I’ll lend you something to wear, as it’s going to be a while before it’s dry, and food will be ready before then.” As if on que, the front door opened and Kerry’s mum shouted up the stairs.
“I’m home my love. Is Peggy staying for tea?” Her mother would have seen the schoolbags dumped at the door.
“Yes mum, and another.”
“Lydia with you as well?”
“No mum. Someone else.”
“Okay love. I’ll set out another place.”
Kerry opened a drawer and pulled out a hairdryer with a diffuser head. Plugging it in, she started to dry Wendy’s hair.
“Can I put a plait or two in it?” Wendy shrugged, “Awesome!”
As Kerry busied herself with her hair, Wendy’s gaze slipped to Peggy, who was still in the position she had been in when Wendy had entered the room.
It was fairly obvious to Wendy, what the pair of them had been up to before she had entered and Peggy had not adjusted her position on the bed. Her skirt had risen high when she had been with Kerry and she had not bothered to pull the hem back down, though it hadn’t risen high enough to expose underwear.
“She’s very pretty isn’t she?” Kerry remarked.
Wendy met Kerry’s eyes in the mirror, embarrassed that she had been caught looking at Peggy’s reflection. What did she say to that?
“As are you.” Kerry added.
Wendy felt uncomfortable. She wasn’t used to compliments. Was it even a compliment? Was she being lured into some elaborate trap? Was she being hit on. Kerry’s face seemed innocent enough. Kerry started humming to herself as she split Wendy’s hair into separate lengths to be pleated.
Wendy’s gaze drifted back to Peggy, who was wearing a sly smile, as though she was amused by a private thought.
She knew she had a problem forming relationships and in conversational skills. It was hard to improve your conversational skills when you actively avoided conversations. The hands working on her hair were sending confusing signals to her brain. As was the deft touch. She wasn’t used to touch that wasn’t rough. That wasn’t demanding.
Peggy swung her legs over the side of Kerry’s bed and stood, casually smoothing the school skirt down. She kept her gaze locked to Wendy’s as she made her way to Kerry. Wendy watched in the mirror as Peggy slipped her arms round Kerry’s waist. Watched her head dip forward and kiss Kerry’s neck. Wendy felt the tremor that Kerry experienced, flow through her hands, flow into the tight strands of hair entwined in those fingers and into her scalp. Kerry’s face flushed red, and her hands stopped for a moment.
Peggy stepped back, turned and walked to the closet and slid open the door.
“Fuck.” Kerry muttered. “I almost came...”
Wendy nervously laughed, trying to clear the uncomfortable lump in her throat as she watched Peggy rummage through the clothes on the hangers. She pulled out a simple pair of black jeans and t-shirt along with a plain long sleeved black hoody. Peggy placed the clothes on the bed and headed back to Wendy and the dressing table.
Peggy opened a drawer and Wendy looked down as much as she could without moving her head. The colours and lacy nature that was just out of her eyes focus, was a good indication as to the drawers contents. Peggy lifted out something and held it up. Wendy and Kerry looked at the item in the mirror’s reflection.
A pair of plain white briefs.
“Good God no! Not them.” Kerry stated firmly.
Peggy replaced them and lifted up a thong, raised a single eyebrow to match her cheeky smile.
“Nope. Too slutty. Wrong time and place.” Next up was a pair of black lacy boy shorts. “Yeah...”
Peggy had a rummage and retrieved a black full bra that sort of matched the boy shorts. Peggy added them to the pile on the bed.
“There you go...” Kerry tied off the last braid.
Wendy couldn’t remember the last time someone had done something with her hair, other than cut it, and that had been several years ago. She cut her own fringe. Wendy turned her head left and right. She liked it. Though, sadly, she would have to undo it before she went home. She had learned a long time ago, that anything that made her pretty, drew unwanted attention from her father. The prettier she was, the longer he spent with her in bed.
The rattle from downstairs, emanating from the washing machine’s spin cycle, slowly subsided to a stop and Kerry took a step back, appraising her work. “I’ve outdone myself, even if I do say so myself...” She pursed her lips in a satisfied smile. “I’ll be back in a minute.” she said to the other two girls as she left her room.
As the door shut, Dearglil turned her attention from it, to Wendy.
“You’d better get changed, dinner will be soon.”
Wendy looked to the clothes on the bed. She didn’t want to, but she really didn’t have much choice. Reluctantly, she stood. It was best not to think about it. She picked up and stepped into the panties, pulling them up into place under the towel. She followed up with the jeans, which were a little too big in the waist for her more malnourished frame.
Untucking the towel, she removed it and draped it over the chair and slipped on the bra and T-shirt as fast as she could, trying to limit the exposure of her bruised skin to Peggy’s gaze.
It was a relief to zip up the hoody and hide her arms and bitten neck.
The washing machine played it’s little end-of-cycle tune as Kerry descended the stairs. Her mother was in the kitchen finalising the evening meal. She raised a questioning eye brow as Kerry headed to the washing machine.
“I have a friend round, Wendy. Her machine is broken.”
“The one staying for tea?”
Kerry nodded. “Mum?”
“Yes dear?”
“Could you, like, make a bit more food, and, you know, put it on her plate. I don’t think her parents have much money for food.” Her mother nodded. Kerry emptied the contents of the washing machine into the dryer, setting the dial to ‘ready to wear’. She pressed the start button and went over to her mother and gave her a hug. “Thanks mum. Can Wendy stay the night?”
“It’s a school night Kerry.”
“I know Mum...”A kitchen timer beeped and her mum broke the hug to check the oven contents. “Mum?”
“Hmm?”
“I need a bit of advice.”
“Ask your father.”
“It’s not really a male thing. Well, it is, but it isn’t. If you know what I mean...”
“You’re not pregnant are you?”
“What! No!” Kerry caught her mother’s amused twinkle. “Oh, hah hah ... Seriously though.”
“What?”
“I need some advice. I think, maybe, that Wendy is being abused, you know...” Kerry left the word ‘sexually’ unsaid.
“You’d best speak to her parents about that, Kerry.”
“Yeah, I know, but what if it’s her parents who are the ones that are, you know...”
The front door opened as her brother arrived home. “We will speak about this later.” Her mother said as Chris entered the kitchen.
“Evening mum. That smells delicious. Speak about what later?” He gave his mum a kiss on the cheek and turned to look at his younger sister. “Is Peggy joining us for tea tonight?” He asked hopefully.
“Never you mind Chris. And I’ve told you before to leave that girl alone.” His mother chastised.
“No harm in looking...”
“As long as that’s all you do.”
Kerry headed back upstairs. Wendy was dressed and quietly talking to Peggy. She joined in, the conversation mostly revolving around boy bands.
Her mother was true to her word and ensured that Wendy had as much food as Chris on her plate. No one said anything, or commentated when she ate the lot. The girls stayed behind after the meal to help Kerry’s mum wash up.
“I love how you have your hair Wendy. It really suits you.”
“Thanks...” Wendy was obviously uncomfortable with the compliment and Kerry’s mum let the subject drop.
As the last of the dishes and pans were put away, Mrs Lancaster turned to Wendy. “Are you staying the night?”
“Um, I don’t know Mrs Lancaster.”
“It’s no bother if you want to dear.”
“I...”
“That’s a ‘yes’.” Dearglil chimed in with a laugh, making the decision for everyone.
Kerry collected Wendy’s clothes from the drier as her mother hovered nearby.
“You know the drill Kerry, lights out by ten. And no phones. If I have to drag you both out of your beds tomorrow morning, overnight privileges during the week will be revoked...”
“Yes mum...” Kerry answered with a mock suffering sigh.
“And less of that attitude young lady...”
“Oh! I’m a lady now...”
Mrs Lancaster threw a dish cloth at her daughter. “Out! Now! Before I change my mind.”
Laughing, the girls departed the kitchen. Kerry looked back, mouthed ‘Thank you’ to her mother.
Peggy stayed till seven PM and then left, saying she would catch them on the bus and kissed Kerry passionately on the lips before she left.
“Thank you.” Wendy said.
“For what?” Kerry asked, genuinely confused.
Wendy waved a hand encompassing the room. “For this.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Kerry turned on her laptop. “Have you seen the latest episode of...”
The alarm went off, ruining a very enjoyable dream, where Peggy was doing some very nice things to her. For a very confusing moment, she thought Peggy was with her in bed, then her brain woke up.