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The Chair


Chapter 1

Sharon and Nikki stumbled into Sharon’s front door. It was one in the morning. Both women were laughing, holding one another, assisting each other to Sharon’s couch, landing on it in a drunken stupor.

The two friends enjoyed a night out, celebrating Nikki’s last day on her job with dinner and drinks. Luckily Sharon’s small home was within walking distance of the beachside tavern.

“What a night,” Sharon rested her head on the back of her couch.

“It’s not over,” Nikki grinned, the mid-40s brunette, placed her hand on Sharon’s thigh causing her to chuckle.

“Oh yeah?” Sharon asked.

“Is it ok if I stay the night?”

Sharon laughed, the late-30s, bob-style, blonde, shot her friend a look. “Really? Sure I guess!”

“Great! Where’s your wine?” Nikki asked.

“I have some unopened bottles in the cabinet next to the fridge.”

Nikki got up, happily fixing them some wine, returning to the couch with filled glasses. “Now then, I know you and George just broke up, and it was quite unpleasant, but I think we can talk sex. Right?”

Sharon took her glass, sipping it. “Sure, why not.”

“Good. What’s the craziest thing you’ve done?” Nikki took a large gulp after she asked.

“The butt. I’ve done it in the butt,” Sharon flatly answered. “Satisfied?”

“Sort of. My turn,” Nikki downed more wine, setting the glass on the coffee table.

“Go ahead,” Sharon smiled.

“My son,” Nikki answered.

“What about him?”

“I’ve done him.”

“You and Ted had sex?”

“Yep.”

Sharon paused a moment. “Really? Are you sure?”

Nikki laughed, “Of course I’m sure!”

“You’re joking.”

“I’m telling the truth. My son and I,” Nikki paused, standing in front of Sharon, “got it on!”

Sharon’s mouth dropped, a slight gasp exited her mouth.

Nikki straddled her. “Want to know how it was?”

Sharon, still shocked, but at the same time not 100% surprised that Nikki would do this, nodded.

“It was the best sex I’ve ever had. It transcended everything I’ve ever known. I nearly came when he entered me. We became one.”

Sharon, staying quiet, watched Nikki look to the ceiling, running her hands all over her own body. “Oh fuck! So good, Sharon.”

“Um, I, uh,” Sharon said.

“Want to seduce Sam?” Nikki asked of Sharon’s son.

“No! I mean, no, that’s not for me.”

“Mmmm,” Nikki moaned, hugging Sharon on the couch, “it was perfect. Beyond perfect.”

Nikki whispered in Sharon’s ear, “I want him all the time now.”

Sharon gulped. “You, you do?” she asked, thinking of her college sophomore son, Sam.

“I’m going to New York later this month and dragging his ass back down here to live with me. Oh Sharon! I can’t wait!”

“Wow,” Sharon whispered.

“You’re thinking of Sam, aren’t you? Wondering what it’s like? I’m telling you, it’s the best, nothing compares,” Nikki closed her eyes.

“My sister, Julie, her and my nephew live near your new home,” Sharon said.

“Oh yeah? Are they lovers?”

Sharon shrugged, “I, I’m not sure. Sometimes, I think they are!” she giggled.

“Shit, I gotta take the edge off. The alcohol, admitting what Ted and I do, I gotta cum!” Nikki stood in front of Sharon and started removing her blouse and pants.

“Um,” Sharon watched.

“Sharon, don’t be silly. You know we were flirting tonight, we were drinking, dancing. The laugh you gave when I grabbed your ass, come on. You knew we’d end up back at one of our places, in bed, a final ‘fuck you’ to your ex.”

“Well, I,”

“Our pussies grinding,” Nikki continued.

Sharon gulped again and nodded.

“You ever been with a woman?”

“No.”

“Time to play then,” Nikki grabbed Sharon’s hand, pulling her up. “Maybe when you climax as I’m eating you out, you can pretend it’s Sam making love to you.”

Sharon gasped again, her mouth met with Nikki’s, covering it, her tongue invading.

Nikki ended the kiss, smiled, and led Sharon to the nearby bedroom. Sharon stood in the doorway, watching a nude Nikki crawl on all fours onto the bed.

Sharon pushed thoughts of Sam aside, thoughts of being held by him, pinned down by him, fucked by him, blaming the alcohol and smiled at her friend. She unbuttoned her shirt and moved into the bedroom.

The night continued on. The next four hours consisted of Sharon and Nikki cumming over and over again. Mouths covered pussies, tongues lapped up sex juices, pussies collided, grinding against one another.

Sharon’s experimentation after a bad breakup was ruined by incestuous thoughts creeping into her mind during and after each orgasm. Nikki’s words rang in her ear over and over, curiosity about her sister Julie and her son re-emerging.

Finally, after five in the morning, the two women, sweaty, exhausted, collapsed on the bed next to each other. They were out of breath, moaning, coming down off another orgasm. Sleep found them in minutes.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay for breakfast?” Sharon asked Nikki, two hours later.

“Nah, I need to get going. I have a lot of unpacking to do. Thanks though,” Nikki hugged Sharon. “Think we can do this again sometime? Ted would love those perky tits of yours.”

Sharon watched a clothed Nikki play with Sharon’s bare breasts. “Maybe,” Sharon smiled.

The two women kissed goodbye and Nikki left.

Sharon hummed to herself, strolling through her small home, nude, on her way back to bed. There was a knock at the door.

“Forget something?” Sharon called out, walking back to the front door, quickly opening it. The last thing she saw before she lost consciousness was a tall man, George, her ex, standing there, his fist clinched and heading right toward Sharon’s head.

The next thing Sharon remembered was her son’s voice. He was next to her, whispering in her ear, how much he loved her and needed her; begging for forgiveness for not being there to protect her.

More time passed, Sharon had no idea how much. She could see now, her vision blurry. She heard Sam’s happiness and tears of joy. Sharon was moving, touching her face, feeling heavy bandages.

“Mom!” Sam exclaimed.

Sharon was so tired and sore, but she moved her hand to Sam’s face, feeling his tears and kisses. Sharon went back to sleep a little later.

This sleep was different, she had dreams. She dreamed of Sam and her naked, kissing, moving to a bed. Another dream featured Nikki’s words in the background somewhere, “beyond perfect,” while Sam ate her pussy, looking up to smile lovingly at his mother.

In another dream she was cumming. Sharon was cumming, on all fours, while Sam took her from behind. Sharon woke up, her vision less blurry, Sam still at her side.

“Sam. I love you,” Sharon whispered.

“Mom! I love you too! So much,” Sam leaned in close, brushing her hair away from a bandage. “When you get out of here, we’re going away for awhile. We’re going to the cabin. It’s far away, up in the mountains. I’ll put school on hold. I’ll protect you.”

“Sam, no, please,” Sharon whispered.

“I’ll protect you from him. Don’t worry; I’ll be here for you this time. Nothing will happen to you.”

Before Sharon could reply, a nurse came in to check on her, undoing a few bandages, allowing Sharon a better view of her son’s face. She cried upon seeing him.

Sharon and Sam left the hospital a few days later. Julie had visited several times; Nikki did a few as well. Holly, Sharon’s oldest sister, called from Miami every other day to check on her. However, at home, Sharon and Sam were alone.

“Let’s go,” Sam said the next day, standing behind his mother, while she looked into the guest room where she and Nikki had sex – cumming with thoughts of Sam on her mind.

Their bags were packed, the car loaded, mother and son pulled out of the driveway. They would arrive at their cabin, three hours away, and spend a final week together, alone. It would be the last time they saw each other.



Chapter 2

Four months later, Holly was on her knees in her Miami bedroom, holding her tits together, watching a college student jack his cock in her direction. She listened to his moans and waited for him to blow his load all over her face and breasts.

“Yes!” he cried out at the foot of the bed. His cock erupted, spurting cum on her cheek, chin, into her open mouth, ending the eruption with a few spurts on her sizable tits.

“Awesome! Great job!” Holly’s husband, Jon, clapped from the corner of the room. He had been filming the entire thing. He had tons of files of his wife in homemade pornography movies. This, along with swinging, is a hobby the couple had been indulging in for years.

Holly nodded to the college student while Jon gave him a $20 bill. She wiped semen from her face and chest, tossing the towel in the laundry basket as she entered the bathroom. She didn’t even bother to say goodbye to the kid her husband found. She was tired of this.

Letting the warm water wash over her, Holly rolled her eyes, when Jon entered the shower a moment later.

“You did great, as usual,” he said.

“That was the last time.”

“What?”

“We’ve talked about this before,” Holly reminded him, running water through her long blonde hair.

“I know, but come on,” Jon said, playfully squeezing one of Holly’s tits. “You’re so hot, and so good at all of this, babe. You’re like my porn star wife.”

“I’m not a porn star.”

“Look, I can track down Rodney. I can get him back in here,” Jon pleaded. “You two worked great together.”

“Ugh,” Holly grimaced. “Gross.”

“Holly, what the hell? Are you still hung up on Sharon?” Jon crossed the line.

Holly said nothing, clinching her teeth and pushing past Jon. “Holly! Come on, babe!”

Holly was tired of fighting about it, she was tired of participating in homemade porn; she was tired of dating other men while her husband dated other women – she missed her sister and Sharon was all she could think about in the last four months.

She fought back tears, looking out the window, feeling Jon approach her from behind. “Holly,” he whispered.

“Just leave me alone!” She pushed away, rushing past him, down the stairs to the living room.

Thirty minutes later, Jon appeared, dressed and ready to go out. “I’ll be back later. Might be in the morning,” he said, Holly on the couch, her back to him. She nodded her head and grabbed the remote.

She had no idea which girlfriend he’d end up with, she didn’t care. Holly’s sex drive had all but disappeared after Sharon’s death. She’d put on shows for Jon, having sex with random men he found, so he could film it and get off on it. After a couple months she said she couldn’t do it anymore. Jon always found a way to make her feel guilty, convincing her to perform one last time for him. She foolishly obliged him and went along with it.

Holly sat alone, flipping through the TV, thinking about the past few months. She thought about how much she’s changed after losing a loved one. She thought about Sharon, her nephew Sam, her own children and their very strained relationship. She wondered what they were doing, choking up when she thought about their reaction if she got the courage to call them – should they even answer the phone.

She started crying. The should have’s and could have’s returned. “I should’ve visited her more in Charleston. I should’ve called more. I could’ve been a better sister. Now she’s gone, forever.”

Holly clutched the couch pillow, holding it tightly, tears streaming. “She’s gone.”
“I could’ve,” Holly paused, thinking about her own life.

“I could’ve been a better aunt, a better mother to my own children. I shouldn’t have married Jon!” She threw the pillow across the room.

Holding her face, wiping her tears, she shook her head. Alone on the couch, she recalled how much her own kids disliked their stepfather, Jon. “I don’t blame them,” Holly said aloud.

“They’re far away, they want nothing to do with me,” Holly thought, more guilt flooding her mind. “Jon never liked Sharon to begin with.”

She cried more, picturing her sister’s smiling face, wishing she could call her, hear her voice, or give her one last hug.

Holly often spoke with her other younger sister, Julie. Their relationship had improved since Sharon’s death. Julie lived in Charleston as well, the distance making visits infrequent.

She tried to reach out to her nephew, Sam, but to no avail. Holly learned from Julie that Sam was a total mess, still inconsolable, living alone in Sharon’s house. Julie said she checks on him, invites him over, and buys him groceries, but he remains a husk, a shell of a person, barely alive.

Holly cried again, “He loved his mother so much.”

She fell asleep on the couch sometime after midnight. Jon was still out with who knows who. A phone call awakened Holly. It was her sister Julie.

“Holly, it’s Sam,” Julie said, her voice frantic.

“Please no, not again. Please not another one, please be alive,” Holly thought.

“He’s been in a wreck,” Julie cried.

“No, please don’t say it, please be a dream,” she thought.

“He’s in Miami in the hospital,” Julie got out.

Her heart pounding, slight relief that another family member hadn’t tragically died washed over her. “He’s, he’s here?”

“Yes. He was in a bad wreck, he was drinking. I don’t even know what he was doing down there. I got a call from the police department. He must’ve had me listed as a contact, or maybe they went through his phone,” Julie explained.

“But he’s alive?”

“Yes. He’s in rough shape though.”

The only thing on Holly’s mind was that she needed to be there with him. She got the room information from Julie, put on her slippers and sped off the hospital, still in her pajamas.



Chapter 3

Sam was asleep. The doctor briefed Holly on her nephew’s condition. He hadn’t been wearing his seat belt. He received several blows to the head when the car flipped and rolled several times. He was in a medically induced coma. The doctor informed Holly that they’ll run more tests in a few days to see if swelling of his brain has subsided. She was advised there could be after effects, issues with memory, speech, and vision.

Holly sat next to her sleeping nephew, gathering her thoughts. He had no one, he was alone. His mother died and here he was in the hospital.

She placed her hand on his, her other hand’s fingers running through his blond hair that wasn’t covered by bandages. She recalled his face at his mother’s funeral. He was numb, emotionless, staring blankly at nothing. Holly remembered hugging him then. Sam just stood there, unmoving, unresponsive. At Sharon’s house, he was in the bedroom, not interacting with anyone, mourning.

“Sam,” Holly whispered. She leaned down and kissed the side of his head.

She sat by his side, drifting off to sleep as the sun was rising.

**

That evening Holly was packing a few items at her home. She was headed back to the hospital to be there with Sam. She had been there all day.

“What do you mean you’re staying there?” Jon complained. “I was thinking tonight we could go out and you could hook up with – ”

“No. I’m not going out. I’m not hooking up with some guy you find for me. I’m not calling a past boyfriend. I’m going to be there for Sam,” Holly snapped at Jon.

“Ah geez, you hardly know the kid. I mean, how often do you see that side of the family,” Jon continued.

“Not enough. Someone needs to be there for him.”

Jon watched her pack a few more items. “Ah, I see how it is. Your own kids don’t like you so now you want to feel good about yourself and be there for your nephew.”

“Stop – ”

“No, I get it. You’ve been a shitty mom to your own kids so you’re trying to bury that guilt by being there for Stan.”

Holly slapped Jon. “It’s Sam.” She grabbed her small bag and left.

On the way to the hospital, Jon’s words rang through her ears. He was right to some degree – she had been a bad mother to her own kids, hardly having much of a relationship with them. She shook her head, thinking about all the sexual escapades she went on with Jon. She should’ve been there for her children instead.

Holly asked herself if she was indeed trying to bury the guilt she had by spending time with Sam. She didn’t know, but didn’t care – she knew someone had to be there with him.

Sam was right where she left him. Holly took her seat, held his hand, and sat there.

Jon called several times the next morning – Holly didn’t answer.

Julie arrived that afternoon, joining Holly at Sam’s side.

“I don’t know why he drove down here,” Julie thought out loud. “Maybe he had to get away, to just drive somewhere and picked this direction.”

“I know he wasn’t coming to see me,” Holly’s eyes lowered. “My own kids won’t.”

Julie didn’t reply, putting her arm around Holly instead. “Thank you for staying with him.”

Holly nodded, “He’s all alone.”

“I know. I come by to visit him at Sharon’s, bring him dinner, and while he’s physically there, he’s not. You know?” Julie pointed to her head.

“I can’t imagine what he went through, to lose her at such a young age.”

“He didn’t go back to school, he’s wasting away and now this,” Julie shook her head.

“We have to make sure we don’t lose him too.”

Julie stayed for the rest of the week, flying back to South Carolina the following weekend. Holly was alone with Sam again, not answering Jon’s calls, only going home to bathe and grab clean clothes. She slept on the small couch in his hospital room.

Fourteen days after Sam’s arrival in the Miami hospital, he woke up.

Slight movements here and there, moving his feet, coughing, nodding his head when the doctor asked him questions. He’d squeeze Holly’s hand. She’d hug him, giving his forehead a kiss. Sam’s eyes remained closed, but Holly saw a small smile form on his face.

“I’m right here,” she whispered, watching Sam nod his head.

The next day was more of the same. It looked as though his eyes briefly opened then closing to shut out the bright lights.

Holly fed him dinner, assisting him with moving the spoon to his mouth. She ran her fingers through his hair again, seeing his eyes half closed. Sam tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come just yet. He instead smiled in Holly’s direction.

The next day brought more progress. The following evening, the lights turned low, moonlight coming in through the hospital window; Holly’s head was resting on the rail of Sam’s bed when she felt his hand touch her.

Sam’s touch was gentle. His fingers barely scratched at her scalp, moving her hair around. “Sam?” Holly woke up, grabbing his hand. “I’m here, I’ve always been here.”

Sam whispered something, but Holly couldn’t hear it. “Are you trying to speak? Take it easy, sweetie, I’m right here.”

His mouth moved again, he cleared his throat. He squeezed her hand.

“Sam,” Holly leaned in closer. “What is it?”

Sam spoke once more, this time more audible, “M-M-Mom.”

Holly’s eyes widened. “Oh no,” she thought, “he doesn’t remember.”

She saw his eyes wide open, staring into hers. “Mom,” Sam said again, louder. He started crying, tears of joy, smiling widely at his aunt. “I knew you were here with me.”

“Sam,” Holly paused. “I, uh.”

“I missed you so much, Mom. I knew it was a bad dream. The cabin. It wasn’t real. I’ve been asleep this whole time. I thought I lost you.”

“Sam,” Holly tried to stop him, but he kept speaking.

“I love you so much. You’ve been right here all along, I thought you were,” Sam paused. “It was a bad dream.”

Holly nodded, “He thinks I’m Sharon,” she thought.

She did the only thing she could in this situation, the only thing that came to mind. “Yes, sweetie. I’m here. I’ve been here with you while you slept. You were in a bad car wreck, but you’re fine now.”

“Mom,” Sam tried to sit up, but struggled. He opened his arms, inviting her in for a hug. Holly nodded and hugged her nephew.

“It was a horrible dream,” Sam said again.

“Yes,” Holly said, not sure what else to add.

“I love you,” Sam ended the hug, his hand caressing Holly’s face.

“I,” Holly took his hand, seeing Sam’s sweet smile to a woman he thought is his mother. She kissed his hand.

“I love you too, son.”



Chapter 4

“I can’t tell him. Not yet. He can’t go through it again,” Holly thought, pacing back and forth outside of Sam’s hospital room the next morning.

“I’ll go along with it. I’ll have to,” Holly sighed, waiting for the doctor to arrive. “I want to.”

She thought about her own failures as a parent, thinking that perhaps Jon was onto something, she can make things better, by pretending to be Sam’s mother – temporarily she hoped.

“Ok,” the doctor said, exiting Sam’s room. “He’d going better than expected. Speech is fine, vision is fine. He seems to know who he is, where he is, and so on.”

“What about other memories? He seems to think I’m someone else, not his aunt.”

“Yes, the brain is repairing itself; there could be some ongoing confusion. Now, if personality changes occur, I can recommend a great therapist. In the meantime, we’ll continue to run tests on motor functions and – ”

“Should I go along with it?” Holly interrupted. “Him thinking I’m someone else?”

“Oh, well, that’s up to you. I’d be very careful though. If he gets confused, he may be upset. I’ve seen cases where the memory returns and eventually things like that get sorted out – it just takes time,” the doctor explained.

“I see,” Holly nodded, thinking about what to do next. She watched the doctor turn the corner down the hall and reentered Sam’s room.

“Hey mom,” he beamed.

“Hi sweetie,” Holly said, giving him a hug. It lasted a long time. She couldn’t remember the last time she had a genuine hug. Jon hardly did, he was all about sex, and filming it.

“You smell good,” Sam said when the embrace ended.

“Thank you,” Holly sat next to his bed once more.

“You look as beautiful as ever, too.”

“Sam, that’s very sweet of you,” Holly blushed.

“I can’t wait to get home,” Sam placed his hand on Holly’s. “I can’t wait to, you know, be with you.”

“Yes, you’ll be here with me,” Holly said without thinking.

After realizing what she suggested, she added, “But our house looks a little different. You were, um, asleep for a while. Do you know where we live?”

“Charleston, right?”

“Um, actually, we’ve moved to Miami, but it’s ok,” Holly patted his hand. “The doctor said some memories will be fuzzy for a little bit. What’s important is that you’re awake and will get better each day.”

Sam held her hand, looking into her eyes. Holly couldn’t put her finger on it, but the look Sam was giving her was as if he was looking at a girlfriend, like a love-struck puppy.

Holly cleared her throat, “Anyway, um, just letting you know in case you were confused about it.”

“Mmhmm,” Sam nodded, his thumb caressing Holly’s hand. “What about our bedroom?”

“Our bedroom?”

“Yeah, our room.”

“Um,” Holly was thinking of what to say next.

“Did you paint it?”

“Um, no, actually. I, uh, didn’t get a chance too.”

“Oh,” Sam chuckled. “Well that’s fine. We’ll be able to do it together, after all.”

“Right. Yes. We will paint, um, our room,” Holly agreed.

“I can’t wait to get out of this bed and into ours.”

Holly’s eyes widened, she nodded, a goofy smile on her face. She wanted to ask if Sam and Sharon were sharing a bed, and if so, why.

A few days later, most of the bandages removed, and Sam walking around unaided, Holly knew they’d be going home soon – her home. She couldn’t say no or tell him the truth yet.

On the day they left, Holly told Julie of the situation, in which Julie adamantly insisted Holly was doing the right thing. Julie thanked her and started planning her next visit.

On the way to Holly’s home, Sam was looking out the car window, taking in his surroundings – surroundings he had never seen, and under the impression his memory wasn’t back to normal yet.

Anger swelled in Holly’s stomach when she saw Jon and a woman, walking into the home together. They must’ve arrived a few seconds before she and Sam did.

“Who’s that guy?” Sam asked.

“Oh um, he’s – ”

Sam gave Holly a heartbreaking look, “Mom, you aren’t married are you? I thought – ”

“No! No, I’m not married, sweetie,” Holly lied. She continued with a half-truth, “That’s um, that’s Jon, he’s a roommate sort of. That’s his girlfriend. I can’t remember her name, heh.”

She watched relief wash over Sam’s face. “Oh,” he smiled.

Holly found the exchange odd, but ignored it for now, helping Sam into her home. She guided him to the couch, glancing to her closed bedroom down the hall. Jon was in there with that woman. “He’ll never stop this swinging crap,” Holly thought.

She brought Sam some water, sitting next to him. He finished it and leaned into his aunt. Holly closed her eyes, holding him in her arms. She thought of Sharon, thinking her and Sam must have been very close. She fought tears and ended the embrace.

“Can I see our room now?” Sam asked.

“Uh, sure, yes,” Holly stood, extending her hand to Sam.

“Wow, it looks great. I can see you cleaned,” Sam noticing upon entering a rarely used guestroom.

“Yeah,” Holly chuckled.

“Thanks, Mom,” Sam said, turning to hug Holly once more. He held her against his body, her head against his chest, he kissed the top of her head.

She smiled and nodded, “I’ll fix you some lunch. Rest here.”

In the kitchen, Holly prepared a sandwich for her nephew, thinking about dinner plans. “I’ll feed him, I’ll take care of him, it needs to be done.”
After Sam finished his sandwich, he remained on the bed, lying against his aunt. Holly wondered how long this would last as she ran her fingers through his hair.

She looked down to Sam’s face, just above her left breast, seeing his eyes closed and a curl to his lips – a subtle smile.

Holly sighed, “I could get used to this.”

A little later she wiggled her way off the bed, leaving Sam sleeping soundly. She covered him up and closed the door behind her. Holly found Jon in the kitchen rummaging for a meal of his own.

“Hey,” he said. Holly nodded, putting away a few clean dishes from the dishwasher.

“So how long is he staying? A few days?” Jon asked.

Holly rolled her eyes. “It’s going to be longer than that. His memories are still damaged, and he has no place to go – ”

“Charleston. Send him back up there,” Jon interrupted her.

Anger was swelling again in Holly once more, “I’m not doing that. He’ll be alone again. Once his memories are back to normal, he’ll need someone to be there for him.”

“Ugh. Fine,” Jon shook his head.

“Look, it doesn’t affect you at all! Your life will not change. You can still go out with your girlfriends and live out your idiotic fantasies!”

“Hey, relax, calm down. I just want to know when the kid will be gone so we can both get back into it.”

“I told you, I’m done with all that. I don’t see any more boyfriends and I’m not performing on film for you anymore. I’m done,” Holly glared at Jon, making her way to her bedroom to grab a few clothes.

“What are you doing? Where are you going?” Jon asked, watching Holly exit their bedroom with an armful of her clothes.

“I’m sleeping in there with Sam.”

“Why? Does he need supervision or something?”

Holly ignored Jon’s questioning and made her way back to her sleeping nephew. She hung a few clothes in the closet, and folded the pajamas and underwear she brought.

The rest of the afternoon was spent in the rocking chair of the guest room, keeping an eye on Sam. He looked so peaceful sleeping. Holly saw herself holding him later that night when they’d go to bed.

She woke him up for dinner, assisting him to the kitchen. Sam watched his aunt cook a pasta dish for him, Jon was nowhere in sight.

They sat at a small table in kitchen. Sam holding Holly’s hand as he ate. She watched him, loving the feeling of this thumb caressing her hand. Her food was getting cool when she remembered to eat.

Afterward, she put the dishes away, refusing to let Sam help her. She led him to the living room, instinctually sitting next to him, his arm around her.

“I’ll be back to normal soon,” Sam said.

“Uh?”

“You know. Normal. My body?” Sam said, glancing down.

Holly wasn’t picking up on Sam’s meaning. “Yes, I know. You’ll be able to move better, walk better, everything.”

“I’m so glad I’m here with you, Mom,” Sam kissed the side of Holly’s head, and pulling her closer against him, her breasts mashing against his side.

Holly closed her eyes, smiling warmly, “I’m glad you’re here too.”

**

She helped him into bed a couple hours later, making sure he was comfortable. Holly left to change into pajama pants and a tank top.

“So what if he’s my nephew. I’ll be in there with him in case he needs me. It’s no big deal. Maybe he and Sharon did share a bed. There’s no harm in that. Maybe she needed comfort after that bad breakup,” Holly thought, pulling the tank top over her bare breasts.

Sam beamed when she re-entered the room.

“Hi there. I’m pretty tired too, today has been a long one!” Holly said, climbing in bed with Sam.

“Sure has, Mom. So glad to be able to hold you once more,” Sam said.

Holly thought about Sharon and wishing Sam could hold his real mother one last time. She snuggled against him, resting her head on shoulder. “Let me know if you need me to move or if you get uncomfortable.”

“I will. Good night, Mom. I love you.”

“I love you too,” Holly rose to kiss Sam’s cheek. At the same time Sam turned his head to her, the peck landed on his lips, causing Holly to giggle at the accident.

“He’s so sweet,” she thought before sleep caught her.



Chapter 5

The next morning Holly was cooking breakfast and felt Sam appear from behind her. He kissed her head, sliding his arms around her, resting his hands on her flat stomach.

“You smell good,” he complimented her.

“You sure it’s not this bacon?” Holly joked.

“Heh, nah. I probably don’t smell good. I need to shower today,” Sam said.

They sat and ate in peace and quiet, Jon had left for work already.

They held hands taking a walk around the neighborhood. Holly loved the feeling of her fingers entwined with Sam’s. Something about it was so simple and precious to her. She was never like this with her own kids. Before guilt and regret overtook her, Holly resumed her focus on caring for Sam.

After a small lunch, Sam asked if he could take a bath.

“Of course, I’ll draw it for you,” Holly volunteered.

Testing the water to make sure it wasn’t too hot, Holly moved some large soapy, bubbles around. “There, that should be good.”

Sam was standing behind her, a towel wrapped around his waist. Holly noticed he looked so skinny. She recalled his younger years, what little she saw of him, he was never this small. She assumed after Sharon died, Sam didn’t have much of an appetite.

He dropped the towel, causing Holly to gasp and look away out of respect. “You ok?” Sam asked.

“Yes!” Holly smiled, maintaining eye contact. She helped him into the tub, careful not to look at anything private.

“Ok there you go. I’ll be back later to check on you,” she said.

“Wait, Mom, can you stay with me?”

Another question she couldn’t say no to. “Sure, sweetie, I’ll be glad to.”

“Thanks. After waking up from that awful dream, I don’t want you to leave my side!” Sam smiled.

“I won’t. What exactly happened in the dream? Can you remember?” Holly asked, taking a seat on the toilet next to the tub.

“Yeah. I dreamed something really bad happened to you, while I was asleep after my wreck. I dreamed,” Sam paused and sighed. “I dreamed you died. It was horrible.”

Holly listened to her nephew speak of his mother.

“In the dream we were at a cabin somewhere in the woods, it was cold, and dark and,” Sam shook his head.

“It’s ok, it’s fine,” Holly went to her knees next to tub. “it was just a dream.”

“I’m so happy it wasn’t real. That you and I are here together. I promise I’ll be back to normal soon and we can,” Sam giggled, glancing down. “I’m having trouble with everything working.”

“Working?” Holly asked herself. “Does he mean – ” she shook her head, unsure how to respond.

“Sam, don’t worry. The doctor said your brain will heal, things just take time.”

Sam rested his hand on Holly’s. They looked into each other’s eyes. Holly felt love pouring out of his into hers. “It’s for Sharon, not me,” she told herself.

Holding the towel up, obscuring Sam’s privates from her view, he stepped out of the tub, into it. She left him alone to change into some of Jon’s pajamas she took for Sam.

They once again found themselves in bed, in one another’s arms. Sam’s hand was sliding up and down Holly’s back.

“Mmm, so warm,” he said.

“So are you.”

“Alright, another day down, more to go. I love you, Mom. Goodnight!” Sam surprised Holly when he playfully slapped her ass.

“Uh, goodnight, sweetie!” she chuckled awkwardly.

Before sleep found her, Holly wondered again, just how close Sam and her sister were. “Best friends? Flirtatious even?”

She heard Sam breathing slowing, already asleep. “I think that’s ok. A little flirting isn’t a big deal. It’s kind of cute.”



Chapter 6

The next day Holly took Sam shopping for clothes. Some of Jon’s loosely fit him, but she wanted to buy him his own clothes. She had no idea how much longer Sam would live there, but for all she cared, it could be forever.

“You look great,” Holly said, watching Sam spin around in changing room, wearing cargo shorts and a new shirt.

“I take after my gorgeous mother,” Sam joked. Holly agreed with him, Sharon was beautiful. Holly felt Sharon was the most attractive of the three sisters. Her eyes were a sparkling blue, her face had a sophisticated beauty to it. Her hair was platinum blonde, but much shorter than Holly’s. It was in a bob-style and came just past her ears. She didn’t have bangs, which added to Sharon’s elegance.

“I’m nowhere near as pretty as Sharon was, yet he thinks I’m beautiful?” Holly asked herself, watching Sam look through more clothes in the store.

Jon was still absent when Holly and Sam returned home. Holly found herself caring less and less about Jon or his whereabouts.

“So how long has he been here? That Jon guy. He pays rent I guess, right?” Sam asked at dinner.

“Yes, something like that,” Holly told more half-truths. “He’s been here quite a few years. He comes and goes, has different girlfriends and so on.”

“I see.”

“Why do you ask?”

“Oh, well, I just don’t remember him,” Sam said, looking around the kitchen. “The house looks so different.”

“Oh no,” Holly thought – the charade could be ending soon. She wondered where that would leave her. Most likely alone and empty again.

At bed time, Holly tickled Sam’s side, initiating innocent flirting. “Get in bed!”

Sam extended his arms, inviting Holly to snuggle. He pulled her practically on top of him, kissing her head. “I love you so much, Mom. I wished I could hold you forever.”

“Sam,” Holly rose up, looking in his blue eyes, Sharon’s eyes.

“Hmm?”

“I love you too,” she quickly kissed his cheek.

More warmth, softness, love radiated over aunt and nephew. His hands roamed over her body, up and down her back, into her shirt, against her soft skin. Before he went to sleep, his hand gently glided over the rise of her butt, barely patting it and caressing it with his thumb.

Holly was wide awake, lying on Sam. She didn’t want to leave; she wanted to be held by him forever, taking the place of his mother.

**

Jon showed up briefly the next day, while Sam was taking a nap. “He still here?”

“Yes,” Holly said, doing dishes.

“Ugh, geez, Holly. You aren’t the kid’s mom. Pack him and send him back up to Charleston. Julie can deal with him. She was before, right?” Jon complained.

“Shut up! Just stop!” Holly struggled not to scream.

“I’m just saying, he’s not your responsibility!” Jon called out to her, as she headed down the hall to Sam’s room.

That night she took Sam to dinner and a movie. They held hands the entire time the movie played, continuing in the car ride home.

Sam complained of a headache, sitting on the side of the bed. Holly was next to him, rubbing his shoulders. “Want some water?”

“Sure. Thanks, Mom.”

Holly patted his leg as he drank. “You ok?”

“Yeah, just tired, and my head hurts. Mind if I go to bed earlier?”

“Of course not,” Holly watched Sam stand and rummage through his new clothes looking for pajamas Holly bought.

He began changing into them in front of her; Holly looked away once more out of respect. She started for the door, “I’m going to make a phone call.”

“Mom,” Sam said, grabbing her hand, stopping her from leaving. He hadn’t yet put on a t-shirt, but had his pajama pants on.

“Yes?”

Sam smiled, ran his fingers through Holly’s hair, his other hand on the small of her back, pulling her against him. He kissed her. Their lips touching, his pressing gently against hers.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. This headache is killing me.”

Holly’s mouth hung open. “Um, sure.”

“Please pick up, please pick up,” Holly paced back and forth in the kitchen, calling her sister, Julie. There was no answer.

She thought about calling one of her own kids, but chickened out. The kiss Sam gave her wasn’t a quick little peck, but something more. “Were they? No, it can’t be. It’s just in my head. Sharon and Sam weren’t – ”

“Mom!” Sam called out to Holly in distress.

“Sam! I’m here!” Holly ran to the bedroom, seeing Sam on the floor, clutching his head. She called 9-1-1.

A few hours later, the doctor was talking to Holly outside Sam’s room. They were keeping him over night.

“He seems fine. The MRI revealed no new damage or lesions. I think it was a severe migraine. But you did the right thing by bringing him here.”

Holly took a deep breath, seeing the doctor off. She entered Sam’s room.

“Hey,” she whispered, holding his hand; he held hers back, his face solemn.

Holly watched Sam drift off to sleep, sitting by his bed once again.



Chapter 7

The next morning Sam was released from the hospital. He was different, quiet, never smiling.

“Are you sure you’re ok, sweetie?” Holly said, pulling into the driveway.

“I’m fine,” Sam replied, grabbing his bag, making his way to the front door of Holly’s home.

Holly spotted an unfamiliar car in the driveway next to Jon’s. She rolled her eyes – another lady friend.

She kicked off her sandals and turned to talk with Sam. He was already in his room, the door was slowly closing.

She cleaned the kitchen, hoping her nephew was ok. Holly spoke with Julie, advising her of the situation. She was planning on flying down to Miami the following weekend. The sisters ended their call, agreeing that Sam was tired. Holly let him rest.

Near dinner time, Holly warmed up some leftovers, glancing toward the hallway, hoping Sam would join her. He never did.

Sitting on the couch alone, flipping through stations, Holly grabbed the pillow, thinking about Sam. She hadn’t seen Jon all day, and didn’t care; Sam was all she cared about now.

“Holly,” a voice called from behind her. Her heart raced, she turned around and saw the source of the voice.

“I’m leaving. I’m going home, to Charleston,” Sam said.

Holly stood, “You, you know that I’m – ”

“You’re my aunt.”

“What about, I mean, what else do you remember?”

“My mom is gone. It’s time for me to go home, get things in order, get my life in order,” Sam said.

“How will you go?”

“Bus, I guess,” Sam shrugged, turned around and went back to his room to pack.

Holly didn’t know what to say, she paced back and forth, she thought about calling Julie. She didn’t want him to leave, but she couldn’t stop him.

She rubbed her temples and walked toward her bedroom. Opening the door, she saw Jon pinning a woman against the opposite wall, fucking her. Holly slowly closed the door and walked back to Sam’s room.

“I’m going with you. I’ll drive,” Holly said.

“You don’t have to; it’s fine.”

“There’s nothing here for me. I’m coming with you. We can leave tonight.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’ll pack a few things and call your Aunt Julie. We can stay with her.”

**

Sam looked to the street lights as they approached the interstate for their several hour drive north. His mind was rebuilding, reconnecting, but not yet there.

“What else do you remember, Sam?” Holly asked, looking over to him.

“Not much. I know she’s gone. I remember the funeral, I remember driving down here and getting into a wreck. But the events leading up to that are fuzzy.”

“Do you know why you drove down here?”

Sam shook his head, “No idea. I think I just wanted to run away.”

Holly thought about holding his hand as she drove, but things were different now. He knew she was his aunt, not his mother. She wanted to ask about their relationship, but kept quiet and drove, leaving Jon and Miami behind.



Chapter 8

They arrived at Julie’s new Charleston home just before dawn. Julie had gathered a few things at Sharon’s house, mainly clothes for the colder weather for Sam.

Holly marveled at the huge home Julie and her son lived in. Sam was already asleep in his guest room; Holly was asleep in hers not long after.

Julie fixed breakfast a couple hours later. Afterward, Sam kept mostly to himself. Holly and Julie chatted about what to do with Sharon’s house, various finances, divorcing Jon, and Sam’s health. Holly went on to describe how Sharon’s death changed her for the better. Julie encouraged her to contact her children, something she still hadn’t gotten the courage to do.

After dinner, Sam eating alone in his room, Holly hugged Julie goodnight. She noticed Julie’s son quickly darting into his mother’s room. Holly thought nothing of it and headed to the shower.

A couple hours later, lying wide awake in bed, thinking about Sam, her future without Jon, and hopefully with her kids, she heard a moan.

She heard another one a few minutes later. “Is that Julie?” Holly thought. She got out of the bed, cracked her door and listened. She heard another woman moaning a couple seconds later.

Holly wondered if Julie was dreaming, or masturbating. She shrugged and closed her door. Before it shut completely, she heard another moan followed by a “shhh.” Julie wasn’t alone.

Stifling a giggle, Holly’s curiosity got the best of her. She tip-toed down the hall wondering what guy her sister had snuck in.

She heard softer moans as she got closer to Julie’s bedroom. The door was cracked slightly for some reason.

“Yess,” Julie hissed, another “shhh” followed.

Holly carefully, sneakily, pushed the door. The house was brand new, no creaking or cracking, no need for WD-40 on the door hinges; her act was silent.

Holly saw Julie straddling someone, a man’s hands sliding up and down her bare back. “Who is this guy? Holly thought. “Ugh, this is wrong. I better go.”

Something caught Holly’s peripheral vision as she turned to leave. Glancing back once more, she did a double take, and then covered her open mouth.

Holly saw Julie, now lying on her back, running her hands up and down Julie’s son’s torso and chest. Her legs were locked around his waist. Julie’s son leaned down, kissing his mother passionately. Holly saw his hips thrusting slowly.

She hurried back to her room and closed the door. The incestuous act she’d witnessed sinking in. She couldn’t believe what she saw; anger, confusion, setting in. She thought of her own son, imaged making sweet, tender love to him. “No,” she shook her head in disgust. They weren’t close.

Sam popped into her head next. She saw herself and her nephew kissing like Julie and her son, rolling around in bed, making love. Holly was wet. Her fingers slid into her pajama pants, finding her clit, massaging it.

She landed on the bed, thinking of Sam, imagining him on top of her, holding her down, looking into her eyes as he took her over and over again.

“Yes!” Holly whispered, plunging two fingers into her soaking, wet pussy.

Holly removed her pajamas, pretending to throw them at Sam. She went to all fours next, one hand rubbing herself, finger fucking herself.

“S-Sam!” she hissed, her eyes closed, seeing him hold her from behind, pumping in and out of her.

Just before Holly climaxed, she stopped herself. “No. This is wrong too.”

Feeling foolish for lusting after Sam, and disappointed in Julie, she gathered her pajamas and climbed back into bed.

The next day, she barely spoke to Julie, or anyone really. She took a long walk, alone, on the nearby beach, enjoying the cold weather.

Arriving back at Julie’s house, with her supper cooling, she nodded to her sister sat at the table. “You alright?” Julie asked.

“Fine,” Holly lied, avoiding eye contact. “Just a lot on my mind.”

Holly slept soundly that evening, no moans to wake her. She woke the next morning to find Sam, alone, on the back deck.

“Hey,” Holly took a seat next to him.

“Hey.”

“Listen, about things in Miami, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. I thought you were her; you wanted to spare my feelings.”

“I did. I miss her, I just thought,” she sighed, taking a sip of coffee.

“I said it’s fine.”

“Ok,” Holly nodded, watching her nephew look out over the covered pool.

“Do you need anything? We’re here to help,” Holly asked.

There was a long pause, Sam shook his head.

“Alright, I think Julie is cooking breakfast again. It’ll be ready soon,” Holly stood to take her leave.

She opened the door, Sam spoke up. “There is one thing you could do.”

“Yes, anything,” his aunt nodded.

“There’s someplace I need to go. I don’t know what’s there, but I have the address. Can you take me?”



Chapter 9

Sam looked to the passing trees later that afternoon. Holly had been driving for three hours on the way to a destination he wasn’t completely sure he remembered. His mind was rebuilding, reconnecting, but not yet there.

The car ride was mostly quiet. Holly happily drove him, using her car’s GPS navigation, to the address he provided. They were far from the coast, approaching the mountains.

It was near 1pm, they left Charleston after breakfast.

The interstate turned into a small road, the small road turned into other small roads, one of those eventually turned into a small gravel driveway. It was unkempt, foliage creeping on it; there was a small yard, which hadn’t been mowed in months.

Holly came to a stop at the end of the driveway. Sam slowly got out of her car and stood, looking onward. He was looking at a cabin.

Holly got out of the car, the cold mountain air visible on her breath.

Sam approached the cabin, stepping up the front steps. Holly looked over the structure. Leaves from autumn remained all over the walkway and front porch. There were a few large branches strewn about, fallen from a storm a couple of months back, one of them blocking Sam’s way. He pulled it onto the yard and made his way up the stairs.

“Sam, this cabin, do you – ”

“Yes. I know it. Now I do.”

“What happened here?”

“I don’t remember,” he answered, approaching the door. The door was damaged, the door knob barely attached. Sam easily pushed it open revealing a darkened interior.

“Careful,” Holly said, following closely behind.

Sam looked all around the empty cabin. The furniture was gone, dust was everywhere. The fireplace in the living room was cleaned out, no wood or activity. He shook his head, it was so familiar, but he couldn’t place it yet.

Holly followed him through the tiny hallway into an empty bedroom. There was nothing there.

Next was the kitchen. An empty refrigerator, no electricity. Sam turned the kitchen sink faucet, no running water. He struggled to figure it out, struggled to remember this cabin.

Sam walked toward the screened in back porch. Sliding the glass door aside, he stared at an object in the center of the porch. He froze, not looking away. It was a small wooden chair.

“Sam,” his aunt said from behind. Sam’s eyes were fixated on the chair. She placed her hand on his shoulder. “What is it? Talk to me.”

The memories returned. Staring at the chair, everything came flooding back in, everything that happened in the cabin. This one object triggered it. Sam started crying, moving toward the chair.

“Sam?”

He said nothing, going to his knees in front of the chair, tears dripping off his face.

“Oh no,” Holly said, her own tears welling up. “This is it. This is where your mother, this is where she died.”

Sam was crying profusely, shaking his head. “No.”

“What is it Sam? Please tell me,” Holly said, kneeling next to him, holding him.

He coughed and sniffed several times, mustering the ability to speak. “This, this is where, we,” Sam shook his head.

“Please tell me, sweetie. You can tell me anything,” Holly comforted him.

“This is where we first made love,” Sam blurted out, his inconsolable crying returning.

He stood, leaving Holly in shock, facing away from her and the chair.

“Tell me everything you can remember. I want to know it all,” Holly whispered, holding Sam from behind.

**

It was a hot September night. Sam and his mother arrived three days earlier. She unloaded the groceries, unpacked, and cooked supper the first night.

Sam couldn’t sleep again. He wouldn’t let himself sleep. He was going to protect his mother, Sharon, the love of his life. He would never allow her to be hurt again.

Sharon pleaded with him to come to bed. As much as he wanted to hold her body against his and go to sleep, he couldn’t. He had to stand watch.

Sam sat in the chair, the lights off, staring out into the woods. If George was going to show up, Sam figured he’d sneak around back, Sam would be waiting for him.

Sharon assured him George wouldn’t find them at the cabin. Sam had to be sure.

On this third sleepless night, crickets and summer sounds filling his ears, he dozed off. Moments later he shook himself awake, he had to be ready.

His head dipped and he nodded off again. Sam was awakened by a hand on his shoulder. It was his mother’s.

“Sam,” she said. “Please come to bed.”

“Can’t,” Sam shook his head.

Sharon moved in front of him, her silhouette showing against the full moon and starry night. “Sam, please?”

“Mom, I can’t. I have to keep watch. I can’t let anything happen to you.”

Sharon stepped closer, she tipped Sam’s chin to face her. She stared at his moonlit face, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Sharon removed her tank top, letting it land on the floor, her bare breasts on display. “Mom? What are you doing?” Sam whispered.

“If you won’t come to bed, I’ll have to improvise,” Sharon slid her pajama shorts down, revealing her naked body. She slowly straddled Sam as he sat in the chair.

“Make love to me,” she whispered.

“I’ve wanted to for so long,” Sam said, caressing her face. Sharon nodded. Sam pulled her in for a kiss, sending electricity from his mouth to hers.

She moaned, their breath ragged, hearts racing. Sharon lifted up, constantly kissing Sam’s lips. She assisted him with unzipping his shorts; he unbuttoned them, lifted and slid them and his boxers to his feet. Their mouths still connected, Sharon grabbed his cock, moaning when she felt his powerful erection.

“My son,” She broke the kiss, temporarily before sitting Sam again, this time guiding his cock into her dripping pussy.

She nearly came when he entered her.

Straddling him on the chair, Sam kissed her neck, her breasts, finally her mouth once more.

“I’ve wanted this so long, Mom,” Sam said.

“I’m yours then,” she grabbed his face, staring into his eyes; her hot breath on him. She began slowly squatting up and down. Her pussy contracted almost immediately, his moans and whimpers caused by her, sent her over the edge.

Her friend Nikki was right, the best she’d ever had, and she hardly did anything.

“Sam!” Sharon sat down on his cock, arms around him, shaking, cumming. “I love you! I love you!” she kissed at his face and mouth.

“Mom!” Sam clenched his teeth. Sharon almost forgot to keep squatting up and down on him until he filled her pussy with cum.

She did just that. Her slow squats became fast bounces. She was bouncing up and down on her son’s dick as he sat in the chair, holding her.

He couldn’t last long. His secret love for this woman was spilling out of him in the form of semen. He gripped her waist, watched her bounce and erupted inside her.

“Ahh!” Sam cried out. Sharon did the same, grabbing his face again, kissing him hard once more.

They were one now. It was short and sweet, but beyond perfect.

Sam would be ready again soon. They held and kissed one another on the chair until Sam’s cock was at full strength again. He stood, Sharon straddling him, held his mother by her ass and headed to the bedroom.

He was on top, slamming into her, holding himself up with one hand on the wall, the other holding her head. Their eyes were glued to one another, her legs locked around him, holding Sam there.

He wouldn’t be going anywhere any time soon.

There was no guilt, no reluctance when Sharon gave herself to her son, her protector. Nikki was right, nothing compared to it. She speculated Julie and her son were like this, now she was with Sam. Sharon survived an attack in her home, her son was by her side, never leaving; now here she was thanking him properly, like a man deserved.

They climaxed over and over for the next four days. They hardly ate, hardly slept, and rarely got out of bed. If they bathed, it was together. Getting out of the shower, cock embedded in her, Sam continued fucking her. Their freshly clean bodies would be sweaty again in minutes.

He never wanted it to end.

On their seventh day at the cabin, it did end. It ended when George showed up. He took them by surprise, catching them in bed together.

Sam attacked him, knocking the bigger man to the ground, pummeling him with fists. George had a gun. He threw Sam off him and fired, missing the younger man.

He didn’t miss Sharon though. George quickly aimed at her heart and fired. Sam tackled him again beating him without realizing what happened.

George’s grip loosened on the gun, his task was complete. Sam got off him, his barely conscious body lying there.

Sam looked to his lifeless mother, no expression on his face. He turned to look at the gun, picking it up, his finger on the trigger. Sam pointed it at his own head, his world was gone, no point in him living.

George stumbled up, limping toward Sam.

Sam removed the gun from his head and pointed it at George. He fired three times, leaving one round left. Sam walked past George’s dying body to his mother. He didn’t know if it was real or a nightmare. He tossed the gun aside and held her.



Chapter 10

“I didn’t know what to do,” Sam was crying again. “I just held her for awhile, then I called 911.”

“Sam,” Holly was crying too, moving in front of her nephew.

“She was gone, she meant everything to me.”

“I know, I know, sweetie.”

“Paramedics arrived, took her and him away, cops talked to me. The gun was his; he died on the way to the hospital. He confessed. He admitted to it. That’s what they told me.”

Holly held Sam, unsure what to do just like he was with his mother.

She let him cry, mourning the love of his life again, after his memories returned completely. Holly caught a glimpse of an object behind Sam. It was the chair.

Holly stared at it, recalling Sam’s words and behavior in Miami, “They gave each other everything. It makes sense now. They were going to move into Sharon’s bedroom– as lovers.”

“What color was she going to paint the bedroom?” Holly asked.

“A light yellow color,” Sam sniffed.

Holly looked to the chair one last time, then up at her nephew. “Sam, I’m not your mother. I will never be her, or be able to replace her.”

Sam sniffed again and nodded.

Holly paused, taking a deep breath, thinking back to witnessing Julie the other night, learning of Sharon and Sam’s love at this cabin, nearly cumming to thoughts of Sam herself. She took a step back and removed her jacket.