A/N: Firstly, thanks to anyone reading this and even more for those who left reviewed! Things are about to get a whole lot more complicated. Enjoy!
Chapter 2
"Do I still get to call you mom or is it weird now?" Charlotte frowned.
Jessica thought about it for a moment, "I'm still your mom, Charlie," she smiled, "I always will be."
Charlotte nodded, "Cool," she watched her mom busy herself around the kitchen making dinner, "Mm, dinner smells yummy."
Jessica laughed, "Well, would you like to help then?"
"Sure," Charlotte stood up and joined her mom in the kitchen.
Jessica held her from behind and led her to the stove. She picked up a wooden spoon and put it in her daughters' hands. She clasped her hands over Charlotte's and began stirring.
"I know how to stir, mom," Charlotte rolled her eyes and giggled.
Jessica kissed her neck lightly, "Hm, I know," she murmured, "I just like this position."
Charlotte bit her lip, "I do too."
"Plus, don't you like being mommy's little helper?" Jessica whispered into her daughters' ear.
Charlotte smiled sheepishly, "Yes," she admitted, "I always like helping you."
Jessica kissed Charlotte's ear, "Good girl," she murmured, "I have something else you might like to help with later."
Charlotte shifted from one foot to the other.
"Patience, Charlie," Jessica chuckled.
"You're a tease," Charlotte grumbled.
Jessica nipped her ear, "You love it," she whispered, "Now stop stirring, unless we want to eat paper thin soup."
Charlotte traced her lips over Jessica's stomach. Jessica's hand lay tangled in blonde hair. She moved it to her daughters' face and pulled her up.
"Come here," she whispered.
Charlotte smiled and let herself be drawn in to kiss soft lips.
"Mm," she murmured as she licked her lips, "You're so…"
Her mom quirked an eyebrow, "So?" she prompted.
Charlotte bit her lip, "So beautiful… and sexy… and your eyes are so deep… and mm," she was cut off by Jessica's lips on her own.
"You're very kind," she murmured.
Charlotte giggled, "Now can we… can I…"
"Charlotte, don't stutter," her mom said firmly, "What is it?"
"You said I could help mommy," Charlotte's voice quavered a little but she tried to keep from stammering over her words.
Jessica's lips curved into a smile, "You want to help?" she whispered, "Are you sure?"
Charlotte nodded, "Yes."
"Hmm, I could do with some… help," she smirked.
"I can help," Charlotte said confidently.
Jessica kissed Charlotte's cheek before murmuring into her ear, "I know you can," she grazed her teeth over her ear, "You always want to please me, don't you?"
Charlotte gulped as she nodded, "Yes," she breathed.
Jessica smiled, "You want to be my good little girl?" she asked huskily.
Charlotte couldn't supress a moan sounding from her throat, "Yes," she squeaked.
Jessica chuckled, "Someone's feeling a little excited," she murmured.
"Mm, mommy," Charlotte moaned.
"Now, now," Jessica ran a hand through her daughters' hair, "If you help me, I'll help you. How about that?"
Charlotte nodded against her mom's chest, "That sounds good."
"Of course it does," Jessica giggled, "Now, why don't you re-attach those lips to my stomach, hm?"
"Okay!" Charlotte grinned enthusiastically.
Jessica chuckled as Charlotte kissed her stomach gently. She lay a hand in her daughters' soft, blonde hair. Her fingers tickled Charlotte's scalp. Charlotte traced her lips further down until she got to the top of Jessica's high-waisted trousers. She let out an impatient growl, making Jessica laugh.
Charlotte grumbled, "Why are these so high, mom?"
Jessica squeezed her fingers harder into Charlotte's scalp, "Shush, you."
Charlotte giggled as her fingers fiddled with the buttons, finally getting them undone. She pushed them down Jessica's long legs and licked her lips. Her hand shook as she ran it up Jessica's leg. Jessica smiled.
"You like that," she noted.
Charlotte's fingers fell from Jessica's legs guiltily, "You have really…nice legs," she mumbled.
Jessica massaged the back of Charlotte's neck, "Thank you," she whispered, "You don't ever have to be shy to compliment me, Charlie."
Charlotte nodded, "I know," she smiled sheepishly.
She kissed Jessica's stomach again, trailing her lips over her hips. Charlotte swiped her tongue over soft skin and revelled in the way Jessica shivered beneath her, her skin breaking out in goose bumps. Charlotte slipped her fingers into Jessica's underwear and pulled them down, her breath hitching in her throat.
"Charlie," Jessica cleared her throat, "You don't have to – "
Charlotte looked up at her, "I know, mom," she bit her lip, "But can I? Do you want me to?"
Jessica smiled, "Yes of course I want you to – "
"Okay!" Charlotte grinned, dipping her head back down, making Jessica laugh. She popped back up, "Mom, I don't know how…"
Jessica fiddled with Charlotte's hair, "It's alright, honey," she said, "You just do what you like and I'll guide you if I need to."
Charlotte nibbled on her lip but nodded. She lowered herself in between Jessica's legs and attached her lips to her. She felt Jessica's body jump a little as her tongue made contact. Charlotte inhaled deeply through her nose, intoxicated by the smell. She sucked on Jessica's clit, not really knowing what she was doing but enjoying it all the same. Especially when she heard her mom moan above her.
Jessica arched her neck back as she moaned again, one hand still in her daughters' hair. Her fingers tightened in Charlotte's hair as she felt the younger woman sucking at her hard. She was a little clumsy but her hard, desperate movements made up for it. She could feel Charlotte slow down as her tongue lapped at every inch of her. She pulled each of her lips into her mouth. Then Charlotte moved back to her clit, her tongue lashing out at it before she sucked it back into her mouth.
"Ah, honey," Jessica gasped, "Not so hard, no teeth, okay?"
"Sorry," Charlotte mumbled.
Jessica smiled, "It's okay, sweetheart," she said, breathing laboured, "That's better, good girl," she continued running her hand through Charlotte's hair until she gasped, her body beginning to shake. Her hands gripped into the sheets beside her. Charlotte flicked her tongue one last time before Jessica moaned quietly but long. Her body shuddered and she bought Charlotte back up to face level, kissing her gently as she lay back on the bed, her climax over but still breathing hard.
Charlotte grinned, "I like seeing you like this," she bit her lip and lay beside her mom, running a hand over her bare stomach.
Jessica smiled lazily, "I like you making me feel like this," she murmured.
Charlotte giggled and snuggled in closer to her mom, "I really like it too. You taste yummy. And I like making you feel good."
"Mm, you always make me feel good, honey," Jessica said, finally regaining her composure and pulled her daughter's head onto her chest, "You're okay?"
Charlotte smiled, "I'm okay, mommy."
"Good," Jessica murmured, stroking her daughters cheek, "Good girl."
"I like it when you say I'm a good girl," Charlotte confessed quietly, "It's… nice."
Jessica smirked, "I think sometimes you say nice instead of some other adjective."
Charlotte blushed, "Maybe," she agreed.
"You're adorable when you're shy," Jessica grinned.
"I'm not shy!" Charlotte sat up in indignation.
Jessica laughed, "Of course you're not," she humoured her daughter, "You are so precious."
Charlotte lay back down, "I love you, mommy."
"I love you too, baby," Jessica kissed her head and lay back, closing her eyes.
Charlotte woke up to a gentle touch on her cheek.
"Hmm," she hummed happily, opening her eyes slowly and smiling lazily.
"Good morning," Jessica murmured, stilling her hand.
Charlotte pulled her mom's hand back to her face, "Don't stop," she nuzzled her cheek into her hand.
Jessica stroked her thumb underneath Charlotte's eye, "Why don't you come and eat some breakfast?"
Charlotte nodded and followed her mom out of the bedroom.
"Oh! You've already been up!" she exclaimed, seeing the table set for breakfast, "You've already made breakfast?"
"Yes, now sit," Jessica ushered her into a chair before heading into the kitchen, coming back with several plates of food, "Here we go."
"Yum," Charlotte filled up her plate, "Thanks, mommy."
Jessica kissed the top of her head, "My pleasure, honey," she sat down and began filling up her own plate.
"I was thinking…" Charlotte played with her food nervously, "that I really miss Ali, mom. I think it's time that Cece comes back."
Jessica sighed, "Okay," she nodded.
"Are you mad at me, mom?" Charlotte asked.
"No, sweetheart," Jessica placed a hand in Charlotte's hair, "I'm not mad. I guess I'm just tired of the pretending too," she smiled sadly.
Charlotte bit her lip, "Does that mean… you want to tell the truth?" she asked quietly.
Jessica ran a hand through Charlotte's hair, thinking a long while before she spoke, "You know if we tell her you're her sister… we can't tell her about… this part of our relationship," she sighed, "Oh, I'm such a fool," she put her head in her hands, "I've just given you another secret to live with. I'm so sorry, honey."
Charlotte nibbled her lip, "Mommy, I love you," she said quietly, placing a hand on her mom's arm, "I love Ali too. I just want her to know she's my baby sister. I know it's silly because we're not even related but I love her like she's my little sister – "
"I know you do, Charlie," Jessica pulled her head from her hands, "And she is your little sister."
Charlotte nodded, "For now, it would be enough for her to just know that. So I could really be a part of her life… not just masquerading as her friend. The rest… I know we can't tell anyone, I get that, mom," she hesitated, before daring to ask, "Are we really going to tell her?"
Jessica smiled, "We'll tell her. Your father is out of the picture… he can't control us anymore… so yes, we'll tell her."
"Cece!"
Charlotte closed her eyes, composing herself before she turned around and plastered on a smile.
"Ali!" she didn't have to fake her excitement as she hugged her little sister, "It's been too long!"
"Sure has," Alison grinned, "Where have you been off to this time? And what's with the stalking?" she joined Charlotte on the porch, "You couldn't call first?"
Charlotte pretended to pout, "What, I have to make an appointment with you now?"
Alison laughed, "Course not. You know, I'm glad you're here. I just spent like, three full days with my dad so I could totally go a night out. Still got that fake ID you gave me," she bounced her eyebrows.
Charlotte chuckled, "Right, sure…" she remembered why she was really there, "Actually, I kinda gotta talk to you about something."
Alison frowned, "Sounds serious, Ce. Everything okay?"
"Sure, yeah," Charlotte felt her nerves taking over.
"You wanna come in?" Alison gestured to the door, "Or you wanna go out? Sink a few?"
Charlotte took a deep breath, "In's good," she nodded.
Alison nodded, looking at her usually confident friend curiously and opening the front door and led her through to the sitting room.
"Hey, mom," she said casually.
"Hi, Ali," her mom said quietly, "Come and sit down."
Alison frowned, looking from her mom to Charlotte, who went and sat on one of the armchairs, "What's going on, guys? Is someone hurt, is it one the girls – "
"No, Ali," Charlotte shook her head, "Nobody's hurt. It's nothing like that."
"Okay," Alison said slowly, sitting next to her mom, "Then what's with the seriousness," she frowned, "And since when are you two a double team?"
Jessica and Charlotte exchanged looks.
Jessica cleared her throat, "Alison, before you were born, your father and I adopted a little boy – "
"Jason was right? He's adopted?" Alison exclaimed.
"No, no," Jessica shook her head, "Jason was just little when we adopted this boy. His name was Charles."
"What? So he was…where is he now? I don't understand. Did something happen?" Alison asked, in confusion.
"Charles was… eccentric, I suppose your father would say," Jessica started, "Your father grew to resent Charles," she closed her eyes, "When you were a baby, there was an accident. You were crying, Charles couldn't find me… he tried to help by giving you a bath but he dropped you… It was an accident, Alison," her words were rushing out now, "But it was enough for your father… and I to send Charles to Radley."
"Radley?" Alison asked in shock, "He's in Radley?"
"Let me finish," Jessica said, almost begging, "Ever since Charles was little, he'd been going through my clothes, dressing up in dresses… part of the reason your father disliked him so. Your father didn't visit him in Radley and so… when he got old enough, he went through therapy to become – "
"So, I had a brother who almost drowned me, got locked in a mental institution and then transitioned into a girl? So I have a sister…" the wheels started turning in Alison's head as she looked at Cece, "No way. You're not seriously… " she looked back to Jessica, "Where's Charles now?" she asked, refusing to believe the thought that was crossing her mind.
"Charles became Charlotte," Jessica said slowly, "And Charlotte got out of Radley when she got… into UPenn."
Alison searched her mom's face for some hint of a joke, a lie… but her mom wasn't a joker. A liar, maybe.
"Ali," Charlotte stood up.
Alison stood up too, backing away, "Don't," she shook her head, "All this time… that trip to Cape May… I told you everything – "
"Ali, I'm sorry," Charlotte said, wide eyed, "I was scared – "
Jessica interrupted, "Alison, don't be mad at her. It's my fault she never told you. I'm the one that was scared. I was scared of your father leaving me, leaving us. He would be so angry… I was a coward. But it's not Charlotte's fault."
"Charlotte," Alison said slowly, shaking her head, "God. This is so messed up."
"I know, Ali," Jessica said quietly, "I really am sorry."
"So you've been seeing each other this whole time? Is that your business trips… trips away with your friends… that's to see Cece?" Alison's head was spinning.
"Yes," Jessica confirmed, "I pay for an apartment in Philly and visit her when I can."
Alison sat back down, "Because you're her mom," she said weakly.
"Yes," Jessica repeated.
"Adopted?" Alison blinked, "What happened to your real parents?" she asked Charlotte.
Charlotte looked at Jessica and back to Alison and shrugged, "I don't really know, Ali. I was just left on the door step of some social work agency when I was like… " she looked to her mom, "two?"
"Two, yes," Jessica nodded, "A friend at the agency told me about the case and I… with my own history, growing up without knowing my parents, I just wanted to help. We were just going to keep her for a few nights… but I decided I couldn't let her go."
Charlotte bit back a smile.
"Right. You decided… dad wasn't happy with it, even then?" Alison deducted.
Jessica sighed, "He wasn't particularly happy about the decision, no," she answered.
"Why were you so scared of him?" Alison frowned, "I mean, you didn't tell me for sixteen years because dad would leave you – "
"Alison, I don't want to bad mouth your father…" she offered weakly.
Alison blinked, her frown deepening, "Did dad… hit you?" she realised.
"It was a long time ago, Ali… before any of you kids came along… and then when I took in Charlotte, it started again…, " Jessica shook her head.
"It didn't stop until you sent her away," Alison guessed.
Jessica nodded, "I was a coward," she whispered, "I just didn't want to go back to that…"
Charlotte didn't even think as she squeezed her mom's hand, "He was the coward," she murmured.
"This is so… " Alison watched her friend holding her mom's hand, "I just need some space," she began to walk away.
Charlotte jumped after her, grabbing her hand, forcing her to turn around, "Ali, I really am sorry. I love you. I've always loved you."
Alison watched the sincerity in her friends eyes, "I know," she nodded, "Just give me some time, okay?"
Charlotte nodded, "Okay."