I gently pulled the door closed to where it was as we returned to our room, closing the door, before we sat on the edge of the bed. “Holy shit,” I muttered.
“I think we need a few conversations in the coming days, Mark. First, our future.”
“Is together, Amy.”
That earned a kiss on my cheek. “Second, children. That will require serious consideration and discussion. I think Mum would be supportive. But there will be risks.”
I took her hand in mine, kissing the back of hers. “We’ll figure it out.”
“Thirdly, our mother. I love you, Mark, and I know you love me. The question is, it’s obvious our mother has desires. I don’t want to ignore her. I love Mum and want her to be as happy as we are. And if it’s you that makes her happy…”
“Amy, I…”
She put a finger to my lips. “Don’t make a decision now, Mark. Think on it for a while.” She moved the finger, placing her hand on my chest. “Right now, I want Mum to feel what I feel. If I were to be in the position she was this morning, while she was in mine, I know I’d smile. Probably cry from seeing her so happy. The big step is for you. Making love to your sister is one thing. Making love to your mother, I guess, is a whole different ballgame.”
“Yeah, what happened this morning was quite the big deal as it was. We watched our own mother masturbate… and I was holding her in my arms while doing it.”
“How did that feel?”
I chuckled. “Never felt closer to her, in all honesty.”
“Then you have to face our own feelings when considering it, but I think Mum is slowly but surely letting you know what she might want.” She leaned up to kiss me. “Mark, I can’t remember being happier, in a better place, than I am right now. You make me smile every damned day, and if you could do the same for my mother, then that would only make my own smile even brighter.”
“Guess I have things to consider.”
“Whatever decision you make, I’ll support it, no matter what. Part of me wants to be selfish. I love you more than anything, but I love my mother dearly, and want her to be happy too.”
I hugged my sister tightly, feeling more unsure than I had since I’d walked away from my wife. At least that was now just in the background of my life. Being with my sister wasn’t confusing, but was full of potential pitfalls. But adding my mother to our relationship would either be wonderful for the three of us, or would just turn into a disaster.
Returning to work the next week would give me plenty of time to think.
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