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sly.” Vanessa
lied so convincingly Joey almost believed her. “We just wanted to
give you and dad some space.”
“Well that was thoughtful.” Their mother
kissed their foreheads and then sputtered. “What, did you bathe in
a distillery? You kids need to cut down on the booze.”
Vanessa rolled her eyes, and Joey watched
her shift from perky to sullen in no time flat. “Way to say thanks
after we did something nice for you.”
“I’m sorry,” Mom said distractedly as she
poked her head out the door. “So, you didn’t see our room service
out there? I could eat a horse.”
“I bet,” Vanessa muttered. “Hey, where’s
Dad?”
“Hmm? Oh, he’s in the shower. Do you think I
should call the front desk?”
Vanessa dug through her suitcase, pulling
out fresh clothes. “So gross…”
Joey followed his sister’s lead, choosing an
outfit while Vanessa stepped behind the ornate screen in the
corner. This resort sure was fancy. None of the boring hotel
furniture you’d find in a chain. Serious antiques and stuff. This
place was the real deal.
Vanessa emerged from behind the screen
wearing her typical studded cargo pants and a T-shirt that read:
“You say DYKE like it’s a bad thing.”
“Oh, honey,” Mom said with a sigh. “What
would your grandmother say?”
“I’ll find out when I see her,” Vanessa
grunted as Joey slipped behind the screen and changed quickly into
fresh clothes. “She’ll be at the stupid spa thingy, right?”
“I thought you weren’t going to that.”
“Yeah,” Joey added. He couldn’t resist
getting a jab in. “I thought you were boycotting the girly spa
thing on lesbian feminist grounds.”
“Whatever,” Vanessa said. “Maggie invited
me, so I’m going.”
A knock at the door interrupted the
conversation and their mother practically drooled as she opened it
to room service. “Finally!” she said when the attendant was gone.
“I’m absolutely famished.”
“There are only two breakfasts here,”
Vanessa complained as their dad stepped out of the bathroom wearing
nothing but a towel and a grin. “Eww, Dad, put some clothes on!
Impressionable youths in the room.”
“You’re not that young,” their dad said.
“I’d been married to your mother four years by the time I was your
age.”
“That’s your tough luck,” Vanessa shot
back.
She picked a piece of bacon off one of the
room service plates, but Mom hit her hand away. “I’m sorry, but you
kids weren’t around so I only ordered breakfast for two. You’ll
have to get your meals in the dining room.”
“I know when I’m not wanted,” Joey spoke up,
grabbing Vanessa by the arm.
As they made their way to the dining room,
the image of his mother’s bare ass kept blazing across Joey’s mind.
That mental picture made his temples throb so hard he pressed his
palms at either side of his head. His sister seemed oblivious to
his pain. He shuddered and tried to think of something non-sexual,
but all he could think about was Greg.
He didn’t come to Maggie’s wedding weekend
expecting to fuck one of the groom’s cousins—and certainly not a
male cousin. Despite his sister being such a huge dyke, Joey had
never hung a label on himself. The way he figured, as long as he
was a virgin he didn’t technically have a sexual orientation. A lot
of people would probably disagree with that. Maybe it was just a
cop-out, just an excuse to delay coming out as… what? Gay or bi?
Vanessa would surely be able to tell him, but no way he was
confiding in her.
They entered the packed dining room, and
made a beeline for the buffet, soon sitting down to stacks of
pancakes, eggs, bacon, and sausage. Notwithstanding the overflowing
plates and the boisterous breakfast hall, Vanessa seemed to be in
the same contemplative mood as Joey.
All he could think about was Greg and the
way they’d woken up at the break of dawn. The
lied so convincingly Joey almost believed her. “We just wanted to
give you and dad some space.”
“Well that was thoughtful.” Their mother
kissed their foreheads and then sputtered. “What, did you bathe in
a distillery? You kids need to cut down on the booze.”
Vanessa rolled her eyes, and Joey watched
her shift from perky to sullen in no time flat. “Way to say thanks
after we did something nice for you.”
“I’m sorry,” Mom said distractedly as she
poked her head out the door. “So, you didn’t see our room service
out there? I could eat a horse.”
“I bet,” Vanessa muttered. “Hey, where’s
Dad?”
“Hmm? Oh, he’s in the shower. Do you think I
should call the front desk?”
Vanessa dug through her suitcase, pulling
out fresh clothes. “So gross…”
Joey followed his sister’s lead, choosing an
outfit while Vanessa stepped behind the ornate screen in the
corner. This resort sure was fancy. None of the boring hotel
furniture you’d find in a chain. Serious antiques and stuff. This
place was the real deal.
Vanessa emerged from behind the screen
wearing her typical studded cargo pants and a T-shirt that read:
“You say DYKE like it’s a bad thing.”
“Oh, honey,” Mom said with a sigh. “What
would your grandmother say?”
“I’ll find out when I see her,” Vanessa
grunted as Joey slipped behind the screen and changed quickly into
fresh clothes. “She’ll be at the stupid spa thingy, right?”
“I thought you weren’t going to that.”
“Yeah,” Joey added. He couldn’t resist
getting a jab in. “I thought you were boycotting the girly spa
thing on lesbian feminist grounds.”
“Whatever,” Vanessa said. “Maggie invited
me, so I’m going.”
A knock at the door interrupted the
conversation and their mother practically drooled as she opened it
to room service. “Finally!” she said when the attendant was gone.
“I’m absolutely famished.”
“There are only two breakfasts here,”
Vanessa complained as their dad stepped out of the bathroom wearing
nothing but a towel and a grin. “Eww, Dad, put some clothes on!
Impressionable youths in the room.”
“You’re not that young,” their dad said.
“I’d been married to your mother four years by the time I was your
age.”
“That’s your tough luck,” Vanessa shot
back.
She picked a piece of bacon off one of the
room service plates, but Mom hit her hand away. “I’m sorry, but you
kids weren’t around so I only ordered breakfast for two. You’ll
have to get your meals in the dining room.”
“I know when I’m not wanted,” Joey spoke up,
grabbing Vanessa by the arm.
As they made their way to the dining room,
the image of his mother’s bare ass kept blazing across Joey’s mind.
That mental picture made his temples throb so hard he pressed his
palms at either side of his head. His sister seemed oblivious to
his pain. He shuddered and tried to think of something non-sexual,
but all he could think about was Greg.
He didn’t come to Maggie’s wedding weekend
expecting to fuck one of the groom’s cousins—and certainly not a
male cousin. Despite his sister being such a huge dyke, Joey had
never hung a label on himself. The way he figured, as long as he
was a virgin he didn’t technically have a sexual orientation. A lot
of people would probably disagree with that. Maybe it was just a
cop-out, just an excuse to delay coming out as… what? Gay or bi?
Vanessa would surely be able to tell him, but no way he was
confiding in her.
They entered the packed dining room, and
made a beeline for the buffet, soon sitting down to stacks of
pancakes, eggs, bacon, and sausage. Notwithstanding the overflowing
plates and the boisterous breakfast hall, Vanessa seemed to be in
the same contemplative mood as Joey.
All he could think about was Greg and the
way they’d woken up at the break of dawn. The
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