I thought it was a cute infatuation for the two of you, two years ago. I’ve accepted that it’s more serious...”“Very serious, Mom.”She’s M...m. She reads minds and facial expressions and probably pheromones in the air. “How serious?”“Mom, Derek and I have made love.”“All the way?”“Yes, ma’am.”“When?”“Yesterday.”“Why didn’t you tell me yesterday?”“Scared, Mom. I know...”She spread her arms for me. Hugged me hard. “Dear, dear Rachel,” she sighed. “I so much hoped you’d wait...”“Mom, I’ve been in. ”My step-brother looked straight at her as he answered her saying, “Well, why not! Okay then, I will!”That really surprised me but the three of us all headed upstairs to my bedroom where I have a king-sized bed. Susann and I, already nude, got on the bed first while my stepbrother got himself undressed before he too joined us on the bed. She had already told me that she really wanted to get to know my brother better, so this seemed like the perfect time for her to do so if a little. How could things get any worse? Well, they did."Jackie, you and Mo are going to have to share a bedroom for now," Mom said. "I know this is disruptive, but we have no choice if we're going to help Aunt Sarah and Jonathon."I was about to go ballistic, but I took a deep breath and calmed down. My sister and I had been brought up to think of others as well as ourselves. Mo and I were adopted when we were infants. We weren't blood sisters, but we were as close as any two sisters could be. Our. Later that year she had lost Marty, stomped by that stubborn old gray mule. ‘Ssshh, hush,’ the river muttered, delivering its soothing message to her aging ears, as always only to her. She had accepted one more man. Delvin, the strong stupid one. She had needed his broad shoulders to help with the work and so she had also to submit to his probings and gruntings and thrustings. At least he had demanded nothing of her but clean laundry and food on the table. When he was in a rut she merely lay.