The Love Shared (Part 8)

(Authors Note – While i can’t begin to thank you enough for the heavy support of this story, I do realise that there are issues with the time between chapters. This is mostly due to a mix of reasons and i do apologise, however, once posted the usual time it takes to be published by the site has recently been 3-4 weeks! I hope it isn’t the case with Part 8. Enjoy reading and feel free to comment below what you think, good or bad it all helps with the continuation of the story. Thanks again!)

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I got home as fast as I could, across the street and lawn I darted into the house and collapsed against the door as it slammed behind me. I was out of breath and sweating, and then Mom quickly appeared in the kitchen doorway with a surprised look on her face, ”Doc, what is it?” she asked.

I wondered for a brief moment how I could even explain it, what could I say? I decided right there and then that it was probably best to not say anything. Nothing about the voice recorder, nothing about being drugged with Viagra by Pamela and nothing about anything else.

”Nothing Mom, I just thought I saw the Avon lady coming.” I told her.

”Oh christ, don’t open that damn door.” she said as she returned to whatever she was doing. I darted up the stairs and into my room, slumping down into my computer chair I suddenly began to feel a little easier.

That was when I heard the roar of the engine, I was back on my feet in a flash and at the window, and it was just as I thought, the husband was home.
Even though I had unknowingly recorded him drugging and masturbating Faye, I couldn’t help but feel a little guilty watching him pull into the drive way. I silently hoped that Pamela had cleaned up the bedroom and fired around some air freshener, even if she hadn’t I would highly doubt he would assume me, maybe it’s something he’d come to expect from devoting his sexual attention to his daughter rather than his wife. But then, who was I to judge, after all the things I had done and continue to still do.

”Spying on Faye again?” came the voice behind me, I turned around to see Bobbie leaning against the frame of the door. She had a cheeky smile on her face and a gleam in her eye. Her bath robe was wrapped tightly around her and all I could see sticking out from underneath was her feet.

”No, she’s out for the night at a friends,” I told her, ”Just doing the whole neighbourhood watch thing.” I told her joking.
”Sure.” she replied, I glanced back over at her and smiled, ”What’re you up to?” I asked. She rolled her eyes before replying, ”Mom told me to get in the shower, wanna scrub my back?” she asked as she turned away from me, she unfastened the robe and shrugged her shoulders free, slowly letting the robe drop and reveal her bare back.
”Um,” was all I could mutter as the crease of her ass appeared, ”Maybe not right now, Bobbie. But hurry up because I need a shower too.” I told her.
”Get in with me.” she quickly replied, as if I didn’t see it coming the moment the words left my mouth.
”Next time.” I told her, she didn’t have to turn to face me for me to know that she had disappointment spread all over her face, she whipped the robe back up over her shoulders and slowly trudged down the hall to the bathroom.

I dropped back into my chair and tried not to think about my sisters round face, dirty blonde hair and big blue eyes. But I couldn’t help it.
But rather than marching to the bathroom and joining her, I decided to listen to the angel on my shoulder for a change and switch on the computer. It was always in sleep mode and my desktop quickly appeared on screen.

I had an email saying that Zak had left me a message over Xbox Live; ”Dissapointed you let me down today bruv!” It read.
I felt bad for bailing on him, but there was always going to be another time. Everything that was going on took priority. And as I glanced through the emails exchanged between me and Faye I felt a brief moment of longing for how things were.
But those times were also when I thought my family was boring, and now I felt closer to my family then I ever did. I was grateful in that regard.

After a few minutes too long spent brooding, Bobbie walked back into my room wearing a towel and flicking her wet hair all over the place. ”Showers free.” she told me.

”That was quick,” I replied.

”Don’t worry I’m clean.” she said innocently, boy did I know that wasn’t true. ”So now go get dried off and into your PJ’s.” I told her.

”That’s not what Mom said to do.” she told me.

”And what did Mom say to do?” I asked with intrigue.

”She said we were having a surprise after dinner.” she replied, ”Well I’m sure that whatever she means by that you can be dried and dressed for.” I told her.

She nodded her head and disappeared again, knowing that it was time I cleaned the dry sweat and Pamela’s fluid off of me, I got up and went to shower.

Afterwards I was sitting in the edge of my bed in a towel scrolling through my phone, I was disappointed to not have a text from Faye but then I kicked myself for probably having feelings that she didn’t share.
I tossed my phone onto my bed and dried off, it felt good to be clean again and slipping into my lounge pants. I grabbed a t-shirt from the dresser and headed downstairs, Mom had been cooking Chicken in Red Wine and I’ve been smelling it for the last hour.

I walked into the kitchen and hugged Mom for the first time since leaving this morning, we shared a kiss and she tossed me a look of concern, ”You all right?” she asked. I nodded and smiled, ”Yeah, now I am.” I told her and pulled out a chair.
Bobbie came out from the lounge a moment later and took a seat next to me, her hair was still a little wet and she was wearing her bath robe.

”Bobbie, what happened to getting dried off and into your pyjamas?” I asked.

”Don’t worry about that, I’m sorting her out.” Mom quickly told me, Bobbie shot me a sly smile and stuck her tongue out at me.

”Fair enough,” I replied.

Nobody cooked it better, ever. And I don;t care what people will say about this restaurant or that restaurant. It was one of my favourite meals and it was just another thing she did better than anybody else.
I stared at her across the table as I cleared my plate, her foot brushed against my leg and a sly grin appeared on her face. For a moment I thought about ‘dropping my fork’, but Bobbie was here and I didn’t want her falling any deeper down the rabbit hole.