Chapter 11

I sat perfectly still, not moving a muscle as Mom got up and went to get Amy a cup of coffee. The fact that Amy wanted to talk to me had me on the verge of full-on panic. I could feel my heartbeat pounding in my veins as I waited for my judgment day, at the hands of the beautiful woman across from me.

I was saved, if that’s how you looked at it, when Mary padded into the room hesitantly. She stopped at the base of the stairs.

“Oh, umm...” Mary’s eyes went from mine to the girl across from me on the loveseat. “I didn’t know you were up.”

I could see the hesitancy in her body, just from the way she was standing. She was obviously surprised to see Amy already awake. The look Mary gave me also told me she thought Amy had been here during my session with Mom.

“Mary, come sit down,” I said quickly, hoping to settle the situation down.

Not that there was a situation per se to settle down, but I wasn’t going to take any chances after yesterday and what had happened this morning, with her gorgeous cousin no less. Mary, to my relief, smiled and sat down, snuggling up as close as she could manage without sitting directly in my lap. Not that I, Amy, or Mom would have complained if she had. I wrapped my arm around her by instinct and it was a good thing because Mary gave me a huge smile in response, and I hugged her closer to me because of it. I couldn’t help but smile in response myself.

Mom joined us a moment later with a steaming cup of coffee that she handed off to Amy, who graciously accepted it. Mom took the open seat next to me, putting Mary on one side and Mom on the other.

“Why are you up so early?” Mary asked Amy.

“Do I need your permission to wake up now?” Amy asked, her voice just a bit snarky.

I could see the confusion on Mom’s face as she first heard the brewing argument between Amy and Mary. She tried to ask me what was going on, without actually saying anything. I just shrugged, but Mom had already shifted her attention back to the girls.

“No, no!” Mary was suddenly on her back foot, her eyes flashing full of worry. She definitely didn’t expect that response to her question. “I was surprised to see you. How long have you been up, did you sleep okay? You left the room...”

It felt like there was a veiled accusation in her question, but I wasn’t quite dumb enough to open my mouth. That would surely end in disaster. It was one thing for two girls to argue about boys, but those two girls would quickly and seamlessly join the same team if a guy somehow was reckless enough to get involved in the discussion.

“I wouldn’t have had to leave if you and Sara weren’t flopping and rolling around together.”

Mary jumped at Amy’s statement; I could feel it in my arm that was wrapped around her lower back. I quickly looked at Mary, who had a mortified expression on her face and wouldn’t meet my eyes. I should have known what Amy meant, but it didn’t immediately register in my mind. If Sara, who usually never moved at all in her sleep, and Mary were rolling around, that would make sense as to why Amy decided to come to my room.

Mom just sat there, leaning back into the corner of the armrest and back cushion sipping her coffee. She knew right away what Amy meant. Mary still wouldn’t look at me and even felt like she was trying to move away, but slowly enough that she hoped I wouldn’t notice. Like she was worried about something, or ashamed. Ashamed! It all clicked in my head, and I gasped.

Mary heard me and immediately started trying to explain herself.

“I was sleeping, I couldn’t get comfortable because it was hot--” she hurried to say but Amy didn’t let her off the hook.

“Don’t lie to him, you weren’t sleeping...” A smirk turned up the corner of Amy’s lip but was quickly hidden by her mug as she took a sip, holding it in both hands.

“Did Sara...” I didn’t finish the question. I didn’t have to as I could feel Mary sink even more into the couch. The guilt weighed heavily on her shoulders.

“No!” Mary quickly answered.

“Did you...”

There was a sudden silence in the room. It was uncomfortable, but no one was willing to break it, waiting for Mary’s answer to my and Amy’s accusations.

“I ... Amy please!” Mary pleaded, but there was no help coming. “I ... we ... I’m sorry!” Mary started to cry and jumped up from the couch. I tried to stop her, but she was up so quickly that I missed and she ran upstairs.

Neither Mom nor Amy moved, both sitting as if they were above this whole situation.

“What happened?” I asked.

I couldn’t keep the anger and hurt from my voice. I wasn’t really hurt, or even surprised by Mary sleeping with Sara, and even fooling around. That didn’t bother me at all and frankly, I had thought it was commonplace. But the reaction Mary had did bother me. I wasn’t sure why, but it did.

“It’s not a big deal,” Amy responded like it really wasn’t a big deal.

“Then why did she react like that?”

“Probably because I left the room,” Amy answered, and put her mug down on the coffee table in front of her. “She thinks we did something. That’s what has her all riled up.”

“We didn’t!” I responded before I had a chance to think.

Amy just raised an eyebrow at me in question and I suddenly blushed.

“Sam, that’s not true,” Mom cut in, surprising me. “You came down here telling me that you and—”

“Mom!” I yelled.

“What?” She looked at me and smiled. “You said so yourself.”

“She’s right Sam, I vividly remember feeling something hot and hard between my legs,” Amy said and smiled at Mom. “I could feel you sliding up and down m—”

“Okay, okay. Enough!” I cut her off, not wanting to talk about it. I was already fully hard again remembering the feeling of Amy’s wet pussy against my cock.

“Someone’s excited,” Mom said teasingly.

“I think you’re right,” Amy giggled, and Mom joined her. “It’s too bad you don’t have breasts. Even still, I must say it felt good feeling you against me this morning. Not to mention the way you held me close, gripping my boob.”

I was mortified. It was one thing to remember it, regardless of how hot and amazing it was in my memory. It was a completely different thing to hear say she liked it out loud!

“Even though you don’t have boobs, maybe someday we can—”

I jumped up, my cock hard as a rock, standing straight out in front of me unashamedly. I didn’t even attempt to say something or rebut Amy’s statement. Mom and Amy were laughing as I ran up the stairs and straight into my room. My thoughts of Mary and Sara were completely forgotten in favor of mental images of Amy’s pussy against my dick and her breasts in my hands. I was so flustered I didn’t know what to do. I just sat on my bed, my back leaning against my headboard as I stared blankly at the wall by the door.

I didn’t know what to do. On one hand, I was mad at Sara and Mary, but on the other hand, I was as horny as I had ever been. It was confusing. Regardless of my inner turmoil, my manhood stayed at full attention. Not only that, precome was pooling and leaking down the side of my shaft in obscene amounts. The combination of Amy and Mom’s teasing was obviously having a severe, and intense, effect on me.

I needed release, I was throbbing from just the thought of Amy laying in my bed, again. I started stroking myself slowly, just getting into the feeling of my hand when I heard the steps squeak. Shit! I hurried to find something to cover myself, but my sheets and blankets were twisted in a knot at the base of the bed. I was so out of it that I couldn’t seem to get them straightened to cover myself. Which was ridiculous because every girl in the house had seen my hardon more times than I could count. Hell, all of them but one had tasted my come. Maybe all of them had?

That line of thinking almost took me over the edge hands free. I ditched the idea of hiding, favoring the thought that a shower would be best ... right now. It was a good thing too, because Mom was just stopping at my doorway when I came racing through it and across the hall into the bathroom. I slammed the door closed behind me, leaning over the sink panting, my heart racing at the near miss.

What the hell am I doing? That was stupid, stupid, stupid! Why I suddenly felt the need to hide was beyond me, but now that I had...

After I got done showering and shaving my man parts, which were itchy beyond belief, I released the pressure from my balls ... twice. I had spent so much time under the water that my entire body seemed wrinkly and somehow really sensitive. I headed downstairs feeling famished. Mom and Amy were in the kitchen and Amy was bent over the oven as she pushed some kind of platter or pot inside, shutting the door when she was done.