The day after the photo shoot, mom requested a copy of the photos. Not just the photos that would be used for the portfolio, but all of them, knowing very well that it would include the more sultry moments of our shoot.
According to Kelly, Mom has been acting different for the last week, so sexually wound up that she was caught masturbating to online pornography with Kelly in the house.
Dad just received a new digital camera, the exact same model as mine and mom just purchased a seductive set of lingerie.
Looks like none of us walked away from that photo shoot unscarred. Mom was so turned on by being the focus of the attention that she is trying to re-live the experience through a more provocative means. And based on Dad’s response to the camera, Mom probably didn’t even get the chance to tell him about the lingerie before he dropped the China bomb on her.
And just like that, the solution for our puzzle started to come together. They want me to be more assertive, and I can’t argue with that. Mom needs to be the center of attention, yet directed into action. But what about Kelly? My shadow during the shoot. The one who has been getting off on taunting and teasing me for the past week. My sister who soaked her panties by watching our mother pleasure herself. I had a suspicion, but needed to test the waters.
I discarded the trash into the bin, throwing with it the receipt that I had been holding and closed the lid. I washed my hands, catching my own darkened reflection in our window over the sink. It was like looking at a shady version of myself, but still an image of what I was, or was becoming. I stood straighter and my focus was determined. It was like staring into my subconscious and witnessing the beginning of a new path being trekked. This was going to be something new and I now felt ready.
Our father was nowhere to be seen when I joined the girls in the living room. Kelly was sprawled across the love seat clicking through our movie channels while mom relaxed beside her on the sofa. Three glasses of wine were waiting on the coffee table, only one of them was still full.
“We were wondering when you were gonna show up,” Kelly exclaimed as she continued her search.
“Sorry,” I replied, taking a seat on the floor, “Kinda got caught up in something. Anything yet?”
“Nooo,” her voice was filled with disappointment. “Nothing to get too excited over.”
I reached down and grabbed my glass, eyeing Dad’s red camera bag sitting all by itself on the table in the adjacent room. I took a big sip, feeling my concerns and hesitations begin to melt away.
I took a deep breath. “So Mom, I never heard what you thought of Kelly’s photos. You got your copies, right?”
“Oh absolutely,” she began. “Kelly gave them to me last Monday. They were so amazing. I am so proud of you.” Her smile lit up the room, as she settled into the couch with her legs crossed tightly and holding her glass with two hands.
I beamed in response, my own cheeks reddening. “Thanks, it really means a lot to me. I had probably the best model ever.” I took a seat on the other end of her couch, leaning back into the corner.