Hard Time Ch. 03

"Hello?" he said warily.

"Hello," replied a sultry female voice. Clearly not Ellery.

"Who is this?" he asked, his interest piqued

"I'll give you a clue. I ripped open the leather upholstery in the back of your Barracuda with one of my heels," she giggled.

Dean didn't have to think long to remember that night. "Moira Emerson?"

"Ding ding ding ding ding! Hi Dean-o. Long time no see."

"You know it cost me nearly a hundred dollars to patch that seat up?" he said with mock anger.

"I was worth triple. Besides, I didn't hear any complaints from you at the time," said Moira innocently. Well, as innocently as she could.

"Neither did I," Dean recalled. "How are you, sweetheart?"

"Still no complaints. Although I have been waiting for a call from some dick who either lost my number or became a total bitch in prison."

Shit. Desmond had given him his sister's number and said to give her a call "for old times' sake", which was code for "to get laid". "Would you believe me if I said it was the latter?" he joked.

"Yes, actually. I'm sure you were the hottest piece of ass to ever wear an orange jumpsuit."

"I wish," Dean chuckled. "No, I've just been trying to get used being on the straight and narrow, you know? Not get into any trouble." Like you.

"How boring. Speaking of which, Des says you're living with your sister."

"Uh, yeah," he confirmed with a slight hitch in his voice. "It's been a good arrangement."

"Is Little Miss Perfect your live-in parole officer or something?" Moira scoffed.

"Or something," he said lightly. Although he was put off about Moira's apparent dislike for his sister, he had to admit that Ellery was a goodie-two-shoes. Outside of the bedroom at least...and the living room...and the bathroom...and on occasion the kitchen...or if he was driving...and sometimes at the movies if no one was around, Elle would-

"Excuse me?" Dean asked shaking his head to focus on what she was saying.

"Are you allowed to go out? Like on a date? Jesus, you're thick in more ways than one!"

"Oh..." He could picture Moira in the backseat of his old car with her legs in the air. But the past is the past and the present- well, that was fucked up enough already. "Aw hell, Moira! I'd take you out in a heartbeat but I have a girlfriend already," Dean said a little begrudgingly. There was a prolonged pause. Did she hang up?

"Too bad," she said blankly.

"But I'd still like to get up with you- I mean, hook up with you - I mean we could still get together. As friends." Shit, what are you saying? There's no way the two of us can just be friends!

Moira snickered at his obvious dilemma. "Thanks for the offer but I doubt your girlfriend would like that very much."

"Probably not," Dean agreed, already planning on never telling Ellery that he'd even spoken to Moira.

"Hmmm. I thought you'd come out like a wild animal from its cage. But you've been tamed, Dean. What a shame," she observed sourly.

Give me a couple of hours and you'd be singing a different tune..."Sorry to disappoint. Really, really, I am. I still think about you, Moir," he admitted fondly. Stop talking, dammit!

"With or without your girlfriend? Never mind. I don't like to beg. Over the phone," she added slyly.

Damn! That's something I'd like to see...Dean cleared his throat loudly and said, "Well it was good to hear from you. If you change your mind..." he shut his mouth abruptly. Keep it closed, Dean.

"If you change your mind," Moira corrected. "Take it sleazy, Dean," she sighed, unable to hide her disappointment.

"You too, darlin'." He ended the call before he could flirt with her any further. Dean could hardly wait for his sister to get home to give her a good fuck; with her legs in the air and her heels still on.

They'd synchronized their days so they both worked four days on, three days off. On workdays, Elle would take Dean to his job site and then sleep until the afternoon, when she'd get ready for work at the Club. Dean either got a ride home or would take the bus after his shift was over. And since they'd stay up late because of Ellery's schedule, Dean would eat and take a nap until she got home from work. That was Wednesday through Saturday.

Sundays through Tuesdays were spent mostly in bed. Sleep. Fuck. Eat. Clean. Fuck. Fuck. Go out to eat. Fuck. Eat. Fuck. Sleep again. Something like that.

It was the first Friday of August and the Club tended to be fairly dead at the beginning of the month. Members' monthly fees cover a certain amount of meals, and many of members wait towards the end of the month to take full advantage of what they've already paid for, since extra meals don't roll over. Plus it was too soggy and muggy out for golfing, so she'd been called off.

It was nice to have the day by herself without the thought of having to go to work in the afternoon, so Ellery decided to go out. On a whim, she called her mother to meet at Cuppa Joe's. She worked as a legal assistant downtown and said she'd be delighted to come on her lunch break.

Ellery had inherited her physique and facial structure from her mother, Clara, who still looked extremely attractive. Clara kept her hair dyed the same dark chestnut of her youth and liked to pull it back into a high ponytail that fell to the middle of her back. She had never exposed herself to much sun, so her skin was still quite smooth and taut. They'd been mistaken for sisters on a few occasions.

Today Clara was dressed as sharply as ever in skinny cropped pants- black, and a light green blouse that accentuated her complexion. She had brown eyes that looked large and exotic, with long thick eyelashes to die for. A hint of a berry stain on her lips completed her simple makeup. She spotted her daughter and approached with a radiant smile.

Ellery stood up from the café table, smiling back warmly at her beautiful mother and gave her a hug. "Good to see you, Mom."

"Oh, you too sweetie! You look absolutely gorgeous, Ellery, really."

"I get it from you," she shrugged.

"Well, thank you but I don't think I can take all the credit," her mother said wistfully.

The two women walked to the front display, filled with confections as well as an assortment of savory foods. Her mother insisted on buying chicken salad sandwiches on croissants and Elle's favorite dessert, tiramisu. Ellery carried their tray back to their table and drew out a chair for her mother to sit. Her coffee had gotten cold, so she excused herself a moment to freshen it up.

When she returned, Clara put down her spoon and asked bluntly, "So who is he?"

Ellery almost spit out her coffee. "Who do you mean?"

"Whom do I mean, dear? The man who's making you so happy!" her mother said with a broad grin. "Don't think I've forgotten what it's like to be madly in love for the first time. You walk around all day with an afterglow and a stupid grin. You never really are wherever you are when you're without him, because in your mind you're still together. Why, it's written all over your face."

Ellery blushed. Is it? "I suppose I have fallen for someone," she agreed reticently.

"What's his name?"

"His name is...um...um...berto. Umberto," she repeated more firmly. "Berto for short." Nice save, Elle.

"Umberto? Is he Hispanic?" Clara asked with her eyebrows furrowed.

Jeez Mom! Prejudiced much? "No. Italian," Ellery said, just so they wouldn't have to go down that road- both of their parents had some very outdated views about different ethnicities.

Her mother looked noticeably relieved. "Oh, how nice. I bet he has a big family."

"He's an only child." Ellery said flatly.

"Oh. Usually those Catholics can't stop making babies," she muttered. "Handsome?" wheedled her mother.

"And hot. But he's not Catholic, he's Jewish." Ellery could help herself. Her mother was just too easy to fuck with.

"That's...interesting. Are his parents wealthy then?"

Elle had enough. "See- this is why I didn't want to bring him up!" she huffed. "Don't you care whether he makes me laugh or treats me well?"

"Of course, honey, but there are more practical things to consider. Like if he can support you and a family."

"Well, right now we're just fucking, not getting married. If he proposes, though, I'll be sure to check his financial portfolio," Ellery said acidly, suddenly losing her appetite.

Her mother's mouth opened and closed a moment like a fish out of water, and then she pursed her lips and looked down at her plate. Normally Clara would have scolded her daughter for cursing, just like she'd always correct her grammar. But something about the tone in Ellery's voice stopped her cold.

They finished their coffee in silence and then Elle said she'd have to take her dessert to go. Dean didn't care that much for the flavor of coffee, but she was sure he'd eat it anyway. She made herself chat a few more moments in a cordial tone about the upcoming school year and agreed to meet them for dinner one night soon to celebrate new beginnings. That was going to be a blast.

Determined not to let it get her down, she texted Gwen to see if she'd like to go shopping. A little retail therapy couldn't hurt anything. Elle, Gwen, and Gwen's daughter Samantha went to Talbot's to find clothes and an ice cream parlor to make sure they filled them out. Samantha was precocious and opinionated, the way Ellery remembered being. She suggested that Elle buy a short, black lace skirt with layers of nude tulle underneath, paired with pale pink camisole and matching shrug for that "chic ballerina" look. Gwen called it ethereal.

"Although if you put on stockings and fuck-me pumps, I doubt you'd spend long on your feet," she said under her breath. And no underwear...Ellery bought the outfit, plus a pair of black stockings with lace at the top and a seam down the back.

At home, Elle poured herself a glass of gin and ginger and took her purchases into her bedroom. She blasted her stereo, took off her floral sundress and stripped off her underwear. After prancing to the music naked for a while, she put on her new outfit, sans bra and panties.

With the addition of the stockings and subtraction of everything else, the effect was even more stunning than it was at the store. Just for fun, she put her hair into pigtails, tying a pink bow around each hair-tie. A dab of baby-pink lipstick and she was set. Now all she'd have to do was put on a pair of pumps with a wickedly tall, skinny heel before Dean walked in the door.

Ellery was still parading around, feeling a bit like a petite fashion model, when there was a knock on the door. Really mom? she thought. The knocking persisted. Shit, I'll just have to answer the door looking like a whore. There was a beautiful woman waiting on the other side but it wasn't her mother. Elle couldn't put her finger on it, but she looked very familiar.

"Hi, can I help you?" she asked politely. If this dirty blonde bombshell was here to see Dean, though, Elle wasn't sure what she'd do.

This woman had a few pounds on her (most of it held firmly in place by her D-cup bra) and it looked she worked out so she could probably kick her ass. She was wearing dark skinny jeans, a slinky red top that matched her full lips, and leather boots with sharp silver heels. Her hair was naturally blonde but she had darker eyebrows and long, sooty eyelashes.

As Ellery scanned this mystery woman's lovely body, the blonde's piercing blue eyes were doing the same thing to her. "Yowzah," she said appreciatively with a wry grin. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

Speechless, Elle just shook her head "no' and continued giving the stranger a blank stare. "I guess you don't remember me, huh Ellie Belly."

Ellery's face had a look of dawning comprehension. That was a name she hadn't heard since she lost the baby fat around her midsection. "Moira the Man-eater?" she blurted out before she could think better of it. Moira Emerson had teased her mercilessly when they were children and that was one of the insults Ellery had come up with in retaliation.

Moira arched an eyebrow but merely said, "I've been known to eat a woman once or twice." Elle blushed deeply. After awkward silence, Moira finally said, "Well who's cock to I need to suck to get invited inside?"

"Oh, sorry. Come on in," she offered, remembering her manners. "Would you like something to drink?"

"I'd love it. Whatcha got?"

"Come and see," Elle said, leading her into the kitchen. Moira couldn't help but watch the layers of tulle flounce in the back, nearly showing all of the brunette's perky tush.

"Sorry for swinging by unannounced. I thought Dean would be here and you would be at work," Moira explained.

"Oh? Our schedules were a little mixed up today. Did you have plans together?" she asked coolly, trying not shake while she poured Moira's whiskey.

"No, actually. I was on my way home from work and was feeling froggy."

Then jump, bitch. "He won't be home for a while. I'm sorry," Ellery told her, not feeling sorry at all.

"That's all right. He probably has plans with his girlfriend anyway."

"Girlfriend?" Ellery nearly choked on the sip of liquor she'd just taken of her own drink.

"He's not dating anyone, is he?" Moira asked accusingly.

"Well...no..." Dammit. Of course he told her he had a girlfriend. "I mean, yes. It's an on off thing but right now they're on and-"

"You're a terrible liar, Elle," interrupted Moira. Not without some preplanning. "Why didn't he just have the balls to tell me no? Unless he really did turn into a bitch. Maybe he's more interested in going out with Desmond." She opened her mouth to say something else but then studied Ellery's face more intently. A strange look came over her face as she reassessed the other woman's sexy prima donna getup. "You're wearing that for him, aren't you?"

"For whom? Dean?" squeaked Elle.

"You're fucking him!" Moira concluded, covered her gaping mouth.

"My brother? That's crazy," she protested, but she really was a terribly liar. Her whole chest was flush scarlet with shame.

"Holy shyte, you are! It totally makes sense- how else could he put up with you?" she cackled, apparently finding the whole idea very amusing.

"Ha, ha. That isn't funny. Dean and I aren't-"

"Save it, Elle. I'm not the Grand Inquisitor here. I can't blame either one of you for getting cozy. I just thought for sure you'd be saving your virginity for Mr. Right."

"I did," Ellery said before she could stop herself.

Moira's eyes got even wider. "Dean popped your cherry, didn't he?" Her guess was so spot-on that Ellery turned the color of a cherry in an instant. "So what's it like?" she asked, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

Ellery blinked, still in a state of shock that Moira had figured out their secret so easily. And, that instead of reacting in disgust, she seemed to find it curiously funny. Maybe even arousing...

"The sex, you mean?" she asked bashfully, knowing there was no use in hiding it. Besides: love begs to be mentioned, even if it's taboo. If Moira was copasetic, what could be the harm in talking about it?

"No- I know that's fantastic. I mean, what's it like being in a sexual relationship with your brother?" There was a hint of something in her voice- was it envy?

Ellery took a sip and crunched thoughtfully on a piece of ice. "I don't know...It's hard to explain. I've never been in an intimate relationship with anyone else to compare it to."

"Just try," Moira challenged.

"Well... It's like being with my oldest friend and rival. He can press my buttons one minute and have me rolling the next. Dean knows my history- all of my downfalls and embarrassing moments and happiest memories. There's nothing to say about the past. It's all here and now. I feel safe with him. Always.

"And yes. The sex is fantastic," she concluded.

"Wow...That's really beautiful, Ellery..." Moira said with no hint of sarcasm. She was staring at Elle's breasts, her eyes hooded and dark. Does incest actually turn her on?

"I suppose I'm going to hell for it, but 'from what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire'," Elle said, quoting Frost.

"Hell is a life of quiet desperation," Moira countered with Thoreau. Hmm. Maybe she's not such a bitch after all.

Ellery realized that she too had begun to inspect the other woman's body with a growing sense of lust. Then she realized what Moira was saying. "Are you having an affair with Desmond?"

"My brother? That's crazy," she said, rolling her eyes. "Listen, I fooled around with Des when we were younger. But then he knocked-up some rich girl and got hitched. End of story." Moira had such a hardened exterior that Ellery was surprised when her eyes began to brim with tears.

"I'm sorry, hon," Elle whispered and offered her a hug. Moira accepted, but only briefly.

"It's alright. I just haven't thought about my brother that way for a while. It's easier to move on."

"I wish it was," murmured Elle.

"You're in love with him," Moira remarked accurately. Wow, it really must be written on my face.

"Yes. I mean, did you see the shoes I'm about to put on for the S.O.B.?" she chuckled, pointing to her nearby pair of what Gwen would have indeed called "fuck-me pumps".

"Dean does love a woman in heels," she said with a knowing smile. "Just in case you don't know already, I'm sure he's in love with you too. I made Dean an offer most men don't refuse and he turned me down flat. Well, I got him a little riled up but no cigar."

Moira downed the rest of her drink, her face flushed from the alcohol and their frank conversation.

"I'd better roll before your man gets home," she said brusquely.

"Alright," Elle said, wishing that she could stay longer even though she didn't quite know why. "I gotta say, Moira, you're the last person I thought I'd ever open up to about this."

"You and me both. And don't worry- I'm good at being discreet when I want to be." She gave Elle a little peck on the cheek and to her surprise, Moira followed it up with a sharp smack on her buttocks.

"Hey, what was that for?" Ellery asked, stunned.

"Dean's not the only one who likes a nice ass," she replied with a wink, and sashayed away.

Ellery had had a few twinges of desire for girls before, but had never gone any further than experimental kissing and breast rubbing. She'd never even seen a pussy up close in real life before, other than her own. But Moira was a woman she felt like she could really get to know. She was catty and slutty and domineering and hot and funny. And she was right- Dean must have really loved her if he was willing to give up another go with Moira.

It didn't take him long to get home, but about a dozen enticing scenarios had played themselves out in Elle's mind while she waited. Some with him, some without; but in all of them, Moira was the main focus. Dean eyes bulged when he got a look at her, laying on her side waiting for him with her heels on. For a moment, Ellery thought he'd somehow been reading her thoughts and then she remembered what she was wearing. She decided not to mention her surprise visit from Moira. Yet.

Dean did his best construction-worker-cat-calling-a-lady whistle and continued to stare at his own personal pin-up girl. He noticed that there was a nearly empty glass of whiskey on the coffee table. Horny and tipsy...My,my,my...

"Hi, hon," Ellery purred, rising slowly to give him a kiss. Dean's hands went straight to her ass cheeks, which were smooth and bare.