Chapter 3

Gary and Helen laid silently on their backs in the afterglow of their intense orgasms. Both were lost in their guilt and shame of admitting to each other their incestuous desires. Both knew that speaking would only mean having to talk about them.

Helen felt her husband roll away from her and a moment later felt his shoulders start to shake. She realized that he was once again sobbing. She rolled toward him, scooted close to his back. She placed a hand on his shoulder before leaning down and to whisper in his ear.

“We’ll get through this,” she whispered, trying to comfort the man of God.

“I have not only sinned against God, but I’ve sinned against you and our family.”

“Shhhhhh,” she cooed into his ear. “What they did to you was not your fault.”

She felt many of the same emotions that were running amok through her husband’s mind but no matter how she personally felt about the situation, Helen knew that she would have to calm her husband down in order to have the conversation they could not avoid.

“I should have been stronger! That is exactly why I have never allowed the door to my office to be closed while I’m counseling a lady.”

“Gary?” she kissed his ear hoping to get attention. “Gary, look at me, please.”

Gary rolled to his back and looked into his wife’s eyes. He saw the hurt, the pain, and the fear in them but remained silent and waited for her to speak. He waited for her to tell him she was leaving.

“When Jeff was here this morning,” she started but had to stop when her voice caught in her throat. She tried to swallow the lump that suddenly formed as she tried again. “I won’t lie to you when Jeff was here this morning, I almost gave in. I...” she stopped to wipe a tear from her eye. “I can’t explain what came over me but I wanted to feel him. I wanted to know what another man would feel like.”

Gary closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he listened to his wife’s confession. He knew that no matter what had happened this morning, either in his office or in the kitchen of his own home, everything was about to change and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

“I was about to go to my knees before him but I ran instead.” Helen then rolled onto her back and covered her eyes with her arm. “I had a very hard time listening to your sermon this morning because all I could think about was what would have happened if I stayed.”

“You, you would have...” he couldn’t finish the sentence.

“He tried to blackmail me. He let me know that everything we have here – the larger salary, the larger house, the freedom to continue my work in the schools, could all come to an end if I didn’t cooperate with him.”

What Helen was trying to do by telling him this was to shift his attention away from his guilt and focus on something else. She still could not look into his eyes as she pressed on. “It was exciting to be alone in the house with another man. When he pinned me against the counter and told me what he wanted I almost came. You are not the only one who has sinned against our family.”

“But you fled,” he said.

“Yes but probably not for the reason you might think.”

“Then why?” he asked.

“I knew that after one bite of the forbidden fruit I would want more.”

It was quiet for a long time until she finally heard him start to snore softly. Her own slumber wouldn’t come for a long while yet.

The last class of the day just ended and Lois was walking toward the exit when Heather Willet stepped next to her.

“Hi!”

“Oh, Hi Heather,” Lois greeted her. They had talked some at church but this was the first time that either girl attempted to socialize at school. This made her wonder what Heather would want.

“You’re pretty good in Algebra. Would you mind helping me study for the final exam?”

“Uh, well,” Lois stammered, not knowing what to say. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Heather; it was just that she didn’t think they had very little in common.

“Please? I could really use some help and old man Finnegan is not very good at explaining.”

Lois had to agree with her on that point. She had a natural knack for mathematics so it was easy for her but she knew others struggled in his class. As she thought about what to do, she glanced at her wrist and saw the bracelet with the words “What would Jesus do” and she had her answer. “Sure. When would you like to get together?”

“Now is a good time. I mean, nobody would be at my house so there wouldn’t be any interruptions.”

“Ok, just let me text my mom to let her know where I’ll be.”

Heather’s house was only a couple of blocks from hers and the walk to the Willet’s house only took them a few minutes. Lois was a bit shy and it always felt strange to her to be in someone’s home for the first time. She followed Heather down a hallway and into the girl’s bedroom. She started feeling very uncomfortable when Heather closed the door behind them.

“Where do you want to start?” Lois asked.

Heather smiled to herself and thought to herself ‘If you only knew.’ She was quite proficient in most of her schoolwork. Algebra was probably her worst subject but she still held either a high B or a low A for a grade.

“The last chapter is what I’m having problems with,” Heather told her as she pulled her schoolbook from her book bag and sat in the middle of her bed.

Lois did the same and soon the girls were lost in the world of Algebra. Heather had to pretend not to understand the math problems and purposely made mistakes as Lois patiently explained how to solve for X. She watched as Lois sat cross-legged in front of her and had to control her breathing as she imagined what was between her friend’s legs. Even though she was wearing a skirt, she too was sitting cross-legged. At first, she kept her hand in her lap to keep her panties from showing but slowly she let her skirt ride up her young thighs. Heather moved so that when Lois looked, which seemed to be more and more often, her panties would be on display.

They got so engrossed in what they were doing that they lost track of time and were surprised them when a chime came from Lois’s book bag indicating that she had received a text message. She read the message her mom sent and sighed.

“I need to go. Mom has dinner almost ready and, well, I need to be there.”

“Thanks for your help, Lois,” Heather said, as she got off her bed, letting her new friend have a long look up her skirt.

“No problem. I’m glad I could help.”

“Would you like to come over tomorrow? This was fun, maybe we could just hang out.”