How the two teenagers got back to the root cellar they could not have told you. One moment it seemed as if they were in the dusty secret corridor between rooms, and the next they were standing at the bottom of the stairs that led up and out of the root cellar into the sunshine.
Brother and sister blinked, looking up into the bright light. Their emotions were in a turmoil, something they should have been used to, in the sense that their emotions were often at peak levels in this place, but they were unable to fully process what they'd witnessed.
As they squinted at the bright light outside, both had an unconscious desire to stay in the root cellar, where it was safe ... where they had hidden from imagined perils in the past, and now wanted to hide from something that seemed so strange that it felt ... dangerous. They had lived with their mother for their entire lives, but the woman they had seen through the peep hole acted nothing like the mother they knew. Her actions had been so casual, so blatantly sexual, in a way that looked as comfortable as what Debbie and Robby themselves had shared so many times. But that was insane! In all the years they'd lived with her they had never seen her exhibit oneio to of sexual behavior.
Their mother obviously knew the man from the past some time ... some place. That much they knew. But the fact that he wore a disguise derailed their thinking. Why would he do that? Their mother had been expecting the brown-haired man for dinner. He was the special guest. And the disguise had thrown her too.
"What should we do?" whined Debbie, her voice small. She felt small in a huge strange world right now, like a small mouse who didn't want to expose herself to the hawk she knew was drifting on the wind somewhere up in that bright sky outside.
"My penis is hard," said Robby. He felt the need to say something, but couldn't think of anything else.
"What!?" asked his sister, turning to look at him.
"I got hard watching them," he said, his eyes wide. "Having sex," he added unnecessarily. Part of his mind was trying to cope with the knowledge he now had of what his hard penis could be used for. It was no longer theoretical. He'd seen what it could do ... what it would do someday. And the only woman he could imagine his penis doing that with was standing right next to him.
Debbie put her hand on the front of her brother's shorts. There was a big hard lump there.
He jumped as he felt her hand on his erection. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"I don't know," she said.
They were both so confused that even something relatively normal for them seemed odd somehow. she took her hand away.
"What should we do?" she asked again.
"Go home?" suggested Robby. "I don't know what to do."
"Why would mom do that with ... him?" asked Debbie.
"I don't know," grumped Robby. "She acted like she loved him."
"How could she love him? Where did he come from?"
"I don't know that either," sighed Robby, remembering the way his mother had touched the man ... gently ... lovingly ... welcoming him into that intimate embrace.
"But she does love him," he convinced himself. He just couldn't understand her actions unless they were based on love.
"Maybe we could talk to her," said Debbie uncertainly.
"How are we supposed to do that?" scoffed Robby. "What do we do? Do we just say - Hey Mom, we happened to see you boffing the fuck out of that strange guy who showed up at dinner, and we were just sort of wondering why in the fuck you would do that?"
"Don't curse Robby" scolded Debbie automatically. "It's vulgar."
"Let me get this straight," said Robby, turning to her full on. "You're upset because I said the word, and meanwhile our mother is in there doing the word!"
"Well don't yell at me," she said, getting even more upset. "I'm not the one in there on my back with my legs spread!"
That image shocked Robby so much that his mouth opened and closed several times, like a goldfish in a bowl.
"Let's not fight ... please," she pleaded. There were tears in her eyes, glistening in a shaft of light coming from above.
Robby hugged his sister and she melted against him. Once again, their passion for each other insulated them from the strange and troubling thing they'd just seen. They felt safe holding each other ... a sense of normalcy. That passion flared in each of them and the hug turned into a kiss as they fed on each other's emotion.
Debbie pushed him away. "Let's go home. Mom went there on bank business. She'll have to go back to the bank. She won't be home until tonight."
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