Stunned silence.
There's no other phrase to describe the somber pall that enveloped their
Aunt Agnes' living room, the truth of their lives having just been
bared to Tess and Jo.
Seizing the opportunity, Maggie quickly poured their group some of her
mother's valued Irish whiskey, it only used for special occasions.
Without waiting for the others, Agnes quickly lifted her glass to her lips, taking a healthy swig of the treasured blend.
"But, my father...I mean...mom's first husband..." Jo clumsily babbled
after following her Aunt's example and taking a long swig of the
whiskey, herself.
"He knew, Jolene," Agnes interrupted Jo to say, "and he loved your
mother so much, he forgave her, taking you to raise as his own and
never, ever throwing it up to her face that you were another man's
child."
"He was a good man, Jolene, you need to know that," Agnes said further to her brother's daughter.
"But....my dad and mother?" Tess asked her aunt.
"When they knew that Christine was pregnant, they also knew that there
was no way that they could be together as a couple, married or not, not
as long as your grandfather, Shamus, was alive. Robert and Christine
chose to go their separate ways, which led, eventually, to Robert
meeting and marrying your mother, Theresa and settling into their
separate married lives," Agnes continued to the girls.
"It was fate, coincidence, whatever you want to call it, that both of
their spouses were to pass from this earth within a year of each other,
and after Shamus-your grandfather, Jolene-passed and joined your
grandmother in the hereafter, Robert and Christine reconnected, almost
immediately, that's how strong their love for each other was," Agnes
recounted, her eyes staring off into where? only she knew.
"So...that's why mom took the partnership offer, and why we moved," Jo
contributed, "to be near my step-dad, I mean, dad..........Shit!, I
don't know anything, anymore; I mean, what do I call him?"
"Jolene, you were fortunate to have two men in your life who loved you
enough to be called your father; be happy for that, that's more than a
lot of people have," Maggie said to her cousin.
More stunned silence. More drinking of fine Irish whiskey.
"I knew it!" Tess suddenly exclaimed, "I always knew that there was
something really special about how we, as a family, connected so quickly
when our parents married."
"It's also why Robert and Christine asked if Robert could legally adopt
you, Jolene," Maggie said further as she poured more whiskey for their
small family unit.
"Wow.....I'm sorry, this is all so much to take in at one time," Jo said
to the women in that small living room, "I mean.....wow."
"I'm sorry if I've hurt you or offended you but, Mary Margaret was
right, you both had to know the truth," Agnes said to her nieces.
"No, no, Aunt Agnes, it was absolutely the right thing to do and we love
you for it," Tess said, getting up to hug Agnes, quickly followed by
Jo, all of the women shedding tears of relief? of gladness?
"Mum, I think I'll bring the girls to my place now; it's been a long day
for them already and I'm sure they need a bit of time to adjust to
their news," Maggie said as she hugged her mother, "we'll pick you up at
ten in the morning for the services, okay?"
"Thank you, luv; Jolene? Theresa? Your parents would be proud of the
fine young women you are, but, I know you know that," Agnes said as she
hugged her nieces goodnight.
"We do, Aunt Agnes, we do, and thank you," Jo said as she and Agnes hugged each other tightly.
The ride across town to Maggie's was a silent one, all three cousins
understanding and, welcoming, the lack of conversation. Maggie took Tess
and Jo up the back, outside stairs of her pub to drop their bags. That
task completed, she then took the girls down the inside stairs to meet
Beth.
"Beth, this is Jo and Tess, my American cousins; girls, my right-hand gal, Beth," Maggie said in introduction.
Beth was, the girls guessed, somewhere in her thirties, probably ten
years or so younger than Maggie; five-six'ish, 130 pounds, give or take
three and, all in all, attractive in a 'cute' sort of way.
"Pleased to meet you girls, hope you enjoy your stay in Ireland," Beth said with a smile, "Get you girls something to drink?"
"Jo, what was that we had the other night, at The Bean?" Tess asked her
sis, the mention of The Bean causing Maggie and Beth to exchange quick
glances with each other.
Knowing glances is what they were.
"Black and Tans, I believe," Jo answered, not unmindful of the exchanged looks between Maggie and Beth.
"Coming right up, ladies," and with that said, Beth did her thing and delivered perfect B and T's.
"Girls, feel free to come down and mingle after you've rested a bit, or
not, as you wish. I'm sure you have a bit of talking to do. I'll stay
down for a while and give Beth a hand with the factory crowd that will
be here shortly," Maggie said to her cousins.
"Thanks, Maggie, I think we'll take your offer and go upstairs for a bit, thanks again," Jo answered for she and Tess.
The sibs took their ales with them and climbed the stairs back to the
living quarters, settling in on a couch in the small living room.
Neither said a word, both lost in their own thoughts for the moment.
Jo was the first to speak.
"Well, explains a lot, doesn't it?" referring to the revelation of their 'true' relationship.
"It does, but.....I've been trying to decide if it changes anything, you
know, between you and me," Tess replied, taking a long pull at her
tankard of ale, afterwards.
"And?" Jo questioned.
"For me? It really doesn't, Jo. I'm sorry, maybe it should but the
honest-to-God's-truth is that, it doesn't, not in the least," Tess
answered.
"Yeah. For me either, baby.......I know it's wrong on so many fucking
levels but, I loved you when you were my step-sis and now? as my
half-sis? I still love you...I can't change that, Tess, I simply can't,"
Jo replied, small tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
"Well, if we're damned for loving each other then we'll ride the train
to hell together, Jo. I love you, that's the simple truth of it," Tess
proclaimed just before taking Jo into her arms and sharing a sweet kiss
of love, not lust, just pure, unadulterated love.
That's not a bad thing, folks, not in the least...
The services, the interment of Robert and Christine's ashes in the
Clancy masoleum went off without a hitch. Sure, the girls would have
loved for the Church to ritualize the ceremony with a priest's presence
to conduct the services but, under the circumstances of the first-cousin
relationship, they understood that the Church simply couldn't.
"Rest in peace, 'rents," Tess whispered under her breath, "you're home, now," believing that it truly made a difference.
Beliefs are strong, people.
Once back at Agnes' apartment, Jo and Maggie took over the kitchen to
finalize the meal that had been left cooking in the slow oven while the
group was at the services. Working like a well-oiled machine, both women
took notice of the other's culinary skills as they worked on the final
touches of their repast.
Genes ARE funny things.
Tess and Agnes spent the time catching up on the history of the two
families, the Clancys and the O'Learys, Tess soaking it in like a
sponge, the history-major side of her not able to get enough of their
rich, long histories in the Emerald Isle.
During the day, the sibs went on day-trips, mostly with just Maggie,
sometimes with Beth along, soaking up as much of the Irish experience as
they could. Nights were spent, mostly, meeting and mingling with the
locals in Maggie's pub but, with no dalliances with any of the locals.
The sibs even restrained their desire, their need to make love to each
other, both figuring that their family had enough secrets to deal with
without adding to the pot, so to speak. Came the day, however,
inevitably, that Tess and Jo said goodbye to their elderly Aunt and
Maggie drove the girls back to Dublin, back to the Airport Hyatt, the
day before their flight home to the States.
"Perhaps I'll take you up on the invitation to visit, cousins, sooner
rather than later; I'm forty-two and I'd rather do it while I'm still
young enough to enjoy it," laughing and hugging the sibs afterwards.
"The door's always open to you, Maggie; please do, please come and
visit," and with that, not to mention a few tears, the cousins parted
ways...
"Looking forward to going home, though I have to say, I loved our time
here," Tess said over the noise of the shower as Jo fixed her makeup at
the bathroom sink.
"Yeah, me too, I have mixed emotions about going home," Jo replied,
leaning her hands on the sink and surveying her attempt at applying the
little bit of makeup that she used, in the mirror.
Fuck it, she decided, it is what it is.
The girls decided that they would return to The Bean for their last
night in Ireland, grab a couple of B&T's, as they now called them,
and maybe shag some snatch. They were hornier than hell and though they
knew they had each other, their desire to share some Irish pussy again,
was first on the agenda for both.
"I'm going to check email while you finish getting ready, babe," Jo
informed Tess over the noise of the shower. She wasn't at the laptop
more than a minute when the familiar Skype alert tone announced an
incoming call.
"Hey Meg, is anything wrong?" Jo asked when she saw who was calling.
"Nope, just checking in to see if you guys were still on schedule and
all that," Meg smilingly replied when the video feed caught up with the
audio of the call.
"Yep, we're at the hotel now, flight's on time, so unless you hear
differently from us, still plan on picking us up tomorrow afternoon."
"Got it," the soon-to-be-college freshman confirmed, "Oh, guess what? We
just found out that Janice and I's request to be roomies was approved;
we'll share a dorm room at school."
Janice, like Megan, would be attending Tess' undergraduate school, both
majoring in Music. Megan dropped her idea to major in biology, deciding
instead that she really wanted to pursue a career in music education.
Both she and Janice had been offered, and accepted, scholarships from
the School of Music at the school.
"Aw, that's great, sugar....on a lot of different levels," Jo chuckled
in response, referring, of course, to the teenagers' budding romance.
"Hey Jo!," came to greeting just before Jan stepped into the picture,
her eighteen, soon to be nineteen, year-old brown body clad in just bra
and panties.
"Hey yourself, good-looking, just heard the good news about the dorm assignments, congrats."
Wrapping her arms around, and standing behind, Megan, Janice smiled into
the camera at Jo's image and grabbed one of Meg's boobs in her hand,
"Yeah, gonna' have me some booty on call all the time," laughing as she
juggled Meg's tit in her hand jokingly.
"Well, look you guys, got to run; don't forget to change the sheets, okay?" Jo reminded the two youngsters.
"S'matter? 'Fraid you might catch something?" Meg teasingly asked.
"Seriously, change the fucking sheets, Meg," Jo replied, serious, but laughing.
"Just teasing, I will....see y'all tomorrow night; oh, is it okay if Janice and I stay one more night after y'all get home?"
"Sure, you know it is....'K', got to go," Jo said signing off, wondering
what that was all about, the request to stay another night. Could it be
that the two youngsters want to play with the sibs?
Nah, Jo decided, we're not THAT lucky.......
"Over there, babe, against the wall," Jo almost shouted in Tess' ear to
be heard over the din in the crowded pub, nodding with her head towards
the empty table, "grab it and I'll order a couple of B&T's," walking
to find one of the server gals.
More butch/bois than femmes tonight, Jo thought as she slowly slipped
through the throng towards the bar to place their order. Finding one of
the servers, Jo placed the order and just as she turned to join Tess at
their table, she felt a hand on her arm, stopping her.
"We meet again...thought I'd not see you again," the voice, thick with the beautiful lilt of an Irish accent, said.
Turning towards the voice, Jo was met by a smiling, freckled face framed
by short, reddish/blonde hair and sparkling green eyes. It was her, the
woman in the hallway from a couple of weeks ago. She was dressed
simply, skirt and a blouse that appeared almost a size too small,
judging by the strain her bosom placed upon the buttons of her top.
"Hey, I remember you....you untangled us in the hallway, right?" Jo
smilingly replied, her gay-dar pinging like crazy as she leaned towards
the woman to be heard over the laughter and noise.
"American? Have to be with that accent.....here alone are you?" Ms. Freckle-face replied.
"No, I'm here with my sis, back against the wall at that table," Jo
replied with lips close to the ear of the woman, her perfume 'just'
right to the senses.
"Might my friend and I join you at your table? Perhaps buy you a round?" the woman responded.
"Sure, love to meet the locals," Jo replied, wondering if this was an attempt at a pick-up or some such.
Jo made her way to Tess and their table, trailed by two very cute women, both of them smiling as they approached Tess.
"I'm sorry, but......" Jo started to say but was interrupted by her rescuer's voice.
"I'm Mandy....and this is Claire," Ms. Freckle-face said in way of
introduction, both of the women sitting in the two chairs while Jo sat
on the bench-type seat anchored to the wall, next to Tess.
"Tess, Mandy is the woman I told you about, the woman who managed to get
us untangled in the hallway to the loo when we were here with Colleen a
couple of weeks ago," Jo explained to her sib, their B&T's
delivered right afterwards.
"Right you are, well, here's to you, ladies," Mandy said, lifting her glass to toast the Yanks.
"Back at'cha," Tess replied, her eyes darting between the two women,
stopping for some reason on Claire's face whose eyes were lustfully
staring at Tess' rack and cleavage.
Truthfully, Tess was sorta' tingling from Claire's lustful ogling of her
rack. Claire had a very cute face, sort of an androgynous 'look' with
her hair shorn 'butch-boi' short and her boyish mannerisms. In fact,
Tess had quickly decided, Claire sorta' reminded her of Sinead O'Connor,
a younger, thinner, Sinead O'Connor. She'd never really had much
experience with butch-bois though she had been with a few stud-butches.
No, Claire wasn't that, Tess decided, definitely a boi, but a very sexy
one she had decided, somewhat surprised at her excitement with that
fact.
"Did you girls enjoy your evening with Colleen?" Mandy asked the sibs,
leaning over the table to be heard, her cleavage showing that her face
wasn't the only part of her body that was freckled.
"Do you know Colleen?" Tess asked.
"Darling, we ALL know Colleen," Mandy laughingly replied, "I believe
you've had a go with her a time or two haven't you, luv?" directing the
comment/question towards Claire.
"Indeed, I have, lovely girl she is," Claire replied to the group but
her eyes hard on Tess when she said it, "Talented little flicker is that
one, don't you think?"
Well, Fuck, let's just get right to it, why don't we? Jo thought at that moment.
"Definitely a lot of fun," Jo replied, sipping her schooner of ale afterwards, her eyes locked with Mandy's.
The four women shared quick bar-bios with each other, though conversation was nearly impossible without shouting.
"Bloody hell," Claire declared, "seems like the natives are bloody
restless tonight," scrunching up her face at the loud laughing behind
her, "So bloody hard to hear anything with all of the cackling hens."
"Girls, would you like to come back to our place? We're only a couple of
buildings down the alley from here and I do have a fresh, unopened
bottle of whiskey that we could share and be able to talk without
shouting," Mandy offered.
"Sounds like a good idea as long as we'll be able to catch a cab from
your place back to our hotel for our flight in the morning," Tess
replied.
"We'll get you to your hotel, luv, no worries," Claire cooed in reply to Tess, her eyes disrobing Tess when doing so.
The quartet ambled down the cobbled-stoned alley-way, 'paired off', if
you will, Jo and Mandy, Tess and Claire, each pair in quiet conversation
of nothing of importance, each pair 'knowing' the real reason for
leaving the pub.
"Mandy gets to spend much more time in our flat than I do," Claire
declared as she unlocked the door to the alley entrance of their
building, "my job has me on the move during the week while she just
catches the tram to her office."
"Have you two been together long?" Jo asked as the four gals walked up the short, narrow flight of stairs to the second level.
"Hmmmm, let's see....depends on what you consider 'long', I suppose; for
us it's been a little over a year," Claire answered as Mandy unlocked,
then opened the door to their apartment.
"Almost two years, dearie; it's been just a year since my divorce and we
were together for almost a year prior," Mandy corrected.
"You were married?" Tess asked.
"Sort of, I suppose, but the marriage was nothing more than a sham, in
truth. He much preferred buggering young fancy boys and he knew, full
well, that my preference was for the 'bean'. When Claire and I met, she
got me drunk, made love to me and I simply stayed on," Mandy answered as
she broke the seal on the bottle of whiskey on the cupboard's shelf.
Dropping to sit in a large, armchair, Claire extended a hand towards Tess.
"Here, luv, come sit here with me," patting her thigh, her smile lustful and leery, I'm-going-to-fuck-you leery.
Not thinking twice about it, Tess did just that, sitting on the offered
thigh, keeping one foot on the floor but throwing the other leg across
Claire's other thigh and the arm of the chair.
"That's a good girl," Claire cooed while playing with Tess' hair with
her hand that was behind Tess' back, both Tess and Claire seriously
eye-fucking the other.
Very matter-of-factly, Claire began stroking the inside of Tess' thigh,
under her skirt, both women silent, both women 'in the moment'.
"You have a nice touch with your fingers," Tess said, her breathing a
bit labored from her arousal at Claire's fingers stroking her thigh
slowly, her fingertips coming teasingly close to her damp pussy.
"You'll find that I'm very gentle, or not, depending on who I'm with,"
reaching with her lips towards Tess' lips which were dropping to meet
hers......
"Looks like they're getting along nicely," Mandy said to Jo, motioning with her chin towards Tess and Claire.
Pouring the four of them a half-glass of the whiskey, Mandy re-corked the bottle, turning to face Jo afterwards.
"Shall we interrupt them to offer a drink?" Mandy asked her new American friend.
"We could, I suppose but, before we do....." and taking Mandy's head
between her hands, Jo kissed Mandy lustfully, fueled by the scene of her
sis and Claire in the living room. Like Tess, Jo also 'got off' on
watching lesbians make love.
For her part, Mandy simply uttered a low, excited moan while sliding her
hands between their bodies to cup and fondle Jo's breasts while they
kissed. The more she fondled those gorgeous mounds of flesh, the more
hot and lustful was their kiss.
Kinda' worked out for both of them.
"I suppose the whiskey won't spoil if we let it sit for a bit," Mandy
said, pulling her mouth, reluctantly, from Jo's, "We should continue
this in the bedroom, I should think," taking Jo by her hand and walking
quickly towards the bedroom......
Tess' head was thrown back, one of her hands rubbing over the buzzed,
almost bald, head of Claire while the Irish boi sucked on one of Tess'
tits, her tongue make slow circles around the aroused nipple of the
American.
Claire's other hand was under Tess' panties, two fingers deep into Tess'
snatch, her fingers surprisingly long, thought Tess, but liking it a
lot that they were. While Claire fingered with delightfully slow, long
strokes, she kept her thumb rubbing over the aroused clitoris of Tess,
the Orgasm Train almost ready to leave the station for Tess.
"Ooooh, sweeetie, that feels really good," Tess murmurred as she moved
her breasts back and forth for Claire to suck on both, her blouse fully
opened now, flapping loose as Claire sucked, licked and bit on Tess'
C-cups.
"That's right, m'girl, let it come to you, let me make you the happiest
girl in the world," Claire moaned back, her own excitement rising from
the taste and feel of Tess' lovely breasts and from the wet, tightness
of her pussy, "Let it come, my sweet, and when you're done, you'll beg
me for a taste, won't you, my girl?"
"Uuhhh, yes.....oh God, oh shit.....oh please, make me come, oh damnnnnnnnnnnnnn........."
The Tess Express has left the station....
"Yesss, like that, oh dear mother of God, just like that......." Mandy
moaned as she squirmed under the probing of Jo's tongue to her ass,
while Jo's fingers slowly fingered her very wet pussy, trimmed by fine,
red hair, fire-red, like the hair on her head.
Yep, not a bottle red-head, this one.
Gripping the sides of her bed tightly, Mandy felt her legs slipping
further apart, making it easier for Jo's tongue and fingers to do their
'work'. For Jo, it was anything but work, for when she took the last bit
of clothing off of Mandy's body and saw that gorgeous ass, she just
knew she had to get a taste of that before the night was over.
Goal in the cross-hairs, Jo wasted little time in doing just that,
tasting the puckered-hole of Mandy. Not for all people, for sure, but it
surely was a favorite of Jolene's, yes indeedy....
They were both naked now, Claire and Tess wasting little time to do so
once Tess' orgasms had finally ebbed. Claire's naked, slim body with
those small A-cup tits, almost 'young-girlish' tits, brought a desire to
Tess that she seldom felt when fucking strangers. Once they had shed
their clothing, the two women kissed for a long time while standing and
holding the other, their mouths and tongues working hard to devour the
other's.
"On your knees, girly, you know you want to, don't you?" Claire said
with assuredness, with certainty because she could see the need and
desire in Tess' eyes.
"I do," Tess admitted, "I want to eat you like I haven't wanted to taste
someone for a long time," Megan being the last pussy that she felt that
way about.
"Taste away, m'girl, eat me, eat me for a deliciously long time," Claire
commanded as she sat down in the armchair with her legs splayed and her
shaved, bare pussy on the edge of the seat cushion. Kneeling on the
floor between Claire's spread-eagled legs, Tess' thumbs began peeling
back the layers of the Irish gal's pussy.
As she moved her head towards her prize, Tess marveled at Claire's
pinkness, at the poutiness and largeness of the Irish pussy lips in
front of her.
"Ummmmmmmm, oh yeahhhhh, you taste delightful," Tess managed to mumble
without taking her mouth from the delicious pussy it gnawed upon,
Claire's juices on her tongue fueling her efforts.
Oh yeah, this is going to be funnnnn, Tess thought with eyes closed......
"Damn, damn, ooooh damn......" Jo moaned and groaned under the working
of Mandy's talented tongue and finger. While Mandy ate Jo's pussy with a
skill that Jo had only felt from Tess, before this night, she was also
deeply fucking Jo's asshole with her middle finger, as deep as she
could, bumping her hand against Jo's ass-cheeks as she did.
"Love the bean, love the taste of your pussy, dearie," Mandy lustfully
cooed as she eagerly ate away at her treasure, also loving the slickness
of Jo's juices on her face, absolutely crazy with glee at the smell of
the sex that was in the air......
"Deeper, all of it.....now," Claire commanded with urgency to Tess.
Biting harder on Claire's small tits, just as she had been asked to do,
she now slipped her entire fist into Claire's pussy, her first time in
'fisting' anybody, not sure how she felt about it.
"Aaahhhhhhhhh, Good God!!!!" Claire suddenly cried loudly as she
orgasmed from the fisting that she was receiving, her hips moving
blurringly fast back and forth against Tess' efforts.
Tess' 'Ah-Ha' moment about 'fisting' happened when she felt her hand,
inside of Claire's pussy, get absolutely flooded with juices. Hmmm, she
thought in the moment, I wonder.........
Mandy and Jo lay resting for the moment, Jo's head in the crook of
Mandy's arm, Mandy's hand casually stroking Jo's hard, erect nipples
with her fingers. Neither spoke, neither had to, they knew,
they...just...knew. And in unspoken concert, they positioned themselves
for one more round, this one a slow, delightful, satisfying sixty-nine
that seem to last forever, each with mouth and tongue buried in the
pussy of the other.....
And Tess' last go with Claire? She strapped on the dildo that Claire had
produced from a drawer of an end table and, with Claire on her hands
and knees on the floor, Tess shoved the thick dildo-device into Claire's
offered ass, fucking her long and hard, fucking her like a champ,
Claire's moans and groans of satisfaction, loud, in the small living
room of the flat.....
They, the quartet of freshly-fucked women, left the flat at around
midnight. Mandy drove with Jo in the passenger seat, Jo's hand playing
with Mandy's snatch under her skirt, making it difficult for Mandy to
concentrate on her driving.
In the backseat, Claire and Tess were in permanent lip-lock while their
hands busily fondled the other, both trying to get as much taste and
touch of the other as they could before they parted for the night,
before they parted forever, in truth.
Saying their goodbyes, the sibs watched as their Irish 'beans' drove
away. Entering the hotel, then the lift, they went to their room.
They showered, each in turn while the other brushed their teeth and the
like. Within a half-hour, the sibs climbed into their bed for their last
night in Ireland. Turning towards each other silently, they kissed
softly, tenderly, this moment for them alone now, this act of love only
theirs.
It was unhurried, it was slow and tender, it was what they both needed.........
"Jo?"
"Yeah? What babe?" Jo answered, looking up from her book to Tess.
They were still about two hours out from JFK, ahead of schedule thanks
to a rare, favorable tail wind to the Aer Lingus wide-bodied liner.
"What should we do about, you know, everything that we've found out
about mom and dad, once we get home?" Tess asked her older sib.
"Absolutely nothing; no reason to upset apple carts and all that. No
reason to besmirch the 'rents reputation, nothing good can come of it."
Jo answered straight-forwardly.
"It'd be one thing if there were any relatives at home that would be affected, but, there's not; its just you and me, kid."
"That's what I was thinking also, but I wanted your thoughts on it," Tess confirmed to Jolene.
"It'd be something to consider if there were any chance of us producing a
child, but, that ain't gonna' happen between us, babygirl, so let's
leave sleeping dogs lie and keep the family secrets locked away in
Ireland, okay?" smiling at Tess after sharing those thoughts with her,
returning to the book she had been reading to finish the chapter.
"Jo?"
Closing the book, again, upon hearing Tess' voice, Jo turned to her
sister, a look of mild irritation on her face, saying, "Seriously?"
"I'm sorry, the thoughts keep coming around and I need to talk about
them when they do. Go ahead, go back to your book, it'll wait," Tess
said somewhat meekly.
"No, let's talk about it, whatever it is," Jo replied, her voice a bit
comforting to Tess, "Didn't mean to bite your head off," taking Tess'
hand in hers, squeezing it softly.
"Okay. Mom and dad's master suite? I've got an idea about that, if you'll let me lay it out for you," Tess pressed on.
"Shoot."
"Let's make it ours. Let's make it our master suite, donate their
furniture to Goodwill or The Saint Vincent DePaul Society, something
like that; we'll redecorate it, buy new furniture, make it totally, 'our
room'," Tess' animated face when saying this causing Jo to listen
carefully to, what appears to be, an issue of importance to her
half-sis.
"I'm listening, go on," was Jo's initial response to Tess' idea.
"We'll keep our bedrooms that we use now as guest rooms or playrooms for
when we're messing around with others; but, the master? that would be
ours alone, nobody else sharing our bed in that room but the two of us,"
Tess pressed further with her ideas, "we'll take dad's office and redo
it as well, sharing it for our individual needs, for my graduate work
and study, as your home office, away from your restaurant after you've
opened."
Jo chewed on her bottom lip a bit, a habit she's had for years when in
deep thought, as she was now with Tess' revelation to her, measuring her
feelings about what Tess had just said.
"What brought this on?" Jo finally asked.
"I don't know.....it's sorta' ridiculous that we're in separate bedrooms
when we mostly sleep with each other anyway, you know, when it's just
us at the house, and.....I don't know, I don't think I'd be comfortable
fooling around with others in their room, you know?" Tess explained
further.
"Feel like it would disrespect them, their memory?" Jo pressed Tess.
"Yeah, sort of....mostly," Tess admitted.
"So, in essence, the master suite would be ours alone, the bed, a
'marriage bed' for you and I?" Jo asked, seeking clarification of Tess'
root thoughts about the matter.
"Yeah, pretty much, that....." Tess admitted.
Hesitating but a second or two, Jo took Tess' hand in hers again, softly caressing it, her face turned to her sis'.
"Works for me, princess, let's do it," Jo said softly, the bond and love
between she and Tess never stronger than in that moment...
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