That saturday elapsed silently since that question. Lynn's team victory and her main role on it distracted everyone's attention from the intermittent looks between Luna and Rita, which barely coincided. On those occasions, between the fans hubbub, the family celebrating it with sub sandwiches and the recap of the game on their dining room, both women eluded their sights from one another, blushing from shame.

"Fuck. This is just what I imagined. The whole day without crossing any words from that... That's what might happen with Sam... Why did I told her that? Why did I feel so...? Was her scent...? Her cleveage...? Shit, indeed. How couldn't I...? Yet...? Yes. Why now?". From her musings, the dark roof seemed to be quite close to her, making possible for the musician ignore Luan snores.

"Have I noticed on Sam due to something like the breasts from...? Have I ever...? I mean, I do have fantasized Sam and I scissoring ourselves... But I don't think about her absolutely on that way... She didn't attract me... She is cute, yet... Maybe she might have a nice set of buttocks on those tight pants, but I am not fixating a lot on that..." Sighing, she remebered the first time when she met with Sam.

I was trying to play by ear "Mambo de Machaguay"; that guitar solo at the intro seemed to be the devil's scream on the drumming earthquake. It was a fire that I desired to fiddle with my own fingers, but always it went crashing down following the piano. I had challenged myself not to check internet besides browsing for the song. So, frustration kept mounting until I let my long necked lady resting...

Just when I began to look the hardened callouses on the tip of my fingers, a shadow and a voice invaded my squared meter. She asked if she could take my guitar and try to play that part of the song that eluded me. With more curiosity than fellowship I lended it to her. She could do what I couldn't in a matter of minutes. Then, she taught me how to do it, just to tell me that it was the only part of the song she knew. It was at that moment when my turn to showcase my skills kicked in.

While we played, we talked about the stuff in which we were interested. The talk was quite lively, to the point we ignored our entrance to classes, school day had ended, it was sunset... And sho on. Just when the backyard lights turned on we realized how enthusiastic our conversation about music, guitars and Mick Swagger was. How some people say, curiosity killed the cat. And she called me; more than satisfaction from that talk, the only thing I felt was a huge craving to keep meeting her.

And each day that passed by, I felt more comfortable and attracted to Sam. Sweet baby. I love thinking about her... We could talk about anything, play songs, discuss politics, gossip about my sisters... She is perfect for me.

And yet, how could I let her know without screwing up what we have now? Since George and Ruth have been dating one each other, I can notice their constant bickering and arguing for idiotic small things. It's another risk that I might have if I direct with Sam...

The pool hangar ceiling over its warm and calm waters blinded her peaceful drift on the surface. Her pleasant sliding ended when she clashed with a soft body that she couldn't recognize. Turning off the intense glare with a dripping hand, she saw that the collision was with her mother's belly.

She could see from that position the woman's breasts, hiding completely her face. Nothing she said, only laying down her hands over the freckled shoulders of the teenager. The soft massage from her palms soothed briefly her need to stand up, yet that peace wouldn't last forever.

When she stood up, she realized wearing her traditional makeshift bikini and an ankle bracelet, while her mother wore her white one piece and her wide brim hat. She helped herself with Rita's arms to stand up, taking her gaze through her firm chest to the woman's face. The eyes of the woman were shadowed so much by her hat likewise by her bangs, who began to hold the teenager from her arms.

Wet, close and touching, Luna felt her breathing getting heavier with every moment and step she gave forwards. From her mother's face she could only distinguish her nose and mouth, which curved on a seductive smile; it seemed that the lips pushed towards the little space between the women's faces.

The hands on each other's arms seemed to have follow a course uncommon between a mother and a daughter; both let their fingers on each other's waists, leaving their palms rest slowly on their hips. Like their faces, only separated by one inch.

The teenager respired in the breath that the woman expired anxiously, smiling with all of her teeth. A light grin formed on the young woman's comissures, trying to imitate her... um... "interlocutor". The absence of sounds weren't an impediment to understand what she had to do at that moment; she planted her lips upon her mother's, tightening their hug. Her fingers deviated dangerously towards her buttocks.

The moment where Luna felt Rita's tongue entering through her gaping teeth to her mouth, the sounds could only crowd on the singularity the women shared in the kiss; gasps, exchanged drool, moans, reverberations made by the soft splashing under the glowing light that bathed the perverted act...

Both were already sharing amorous bites upon their lips, daring to have their hands roam their backs contours while also grabbing their glutes. Luna only desired to keep going until the last consequences, but while she gazed towards the lights one more time, she heard an ominous alarm.

Luan was looking at her with a cellphone at her hand, standing from her bunk bed. The humorist waited for her elder sister to open one eye at least, directing all the possible attention to it. Then, she claimed to her a compromised the musician did the day before; help her to do some puns. After having breakfast they would begin.

When her younger sister got out of the bedroom, the musician slowly got up, climbing down her bunk bed when she felt like it.

When her feet touched the carpeted floor, her smell and the whole area covered by the pijama made her notice an uncomfortable truth; she had sweated through all the night. "I need a shower", she thought. Getting from the chest of drawers clean clothes, her bathrobe and a towel, she walked towards the bathroom. She had woken up by noon, so she couldn't have a lot of troubles using the bath.

Already inside, she began to undress. The long t-shirt that she used as nightgown had to go right into the dirty laundry basket; it was still wet. She was about to take off her panties when she saw on the mirror the state in which they were.

The side that had to cover her groin was soaked wet. But the puddle was clearly demarcated.

Having taken off the panties and holding them on her hand, she took a whiff, thinking it was sweat. The stench didn't match her normal outer scent, but her inner one. She remembered the chance of a "wet dream"; she had read psychology books and she had already dreamt that kind of fantasies.

Nevertheless, remembering the scenes that ocurred by the pool made her feel disgusted from them. No for the incest, but the excitement induced by the liveliness of her desire to continue that dream. Her vagina let escape some more fluids again. Her nipples got hard. Her left hand was resting over her pubic mound when a voice interrupted her.

It was Rita.

—Luna. Are you in there?

Hearing her words lead the musician to a small commotion, making her sit by the toilet. Her hand was still between her lips and belly button, caressing the pubes that populated her sex.

—Eh... Yes. Don't open the door! I am... I'm going to take a shower...

—Yes, yes. Easy there. I just wanted to tell you that your coffee and toasts are on the table already. Luan is waiting for you. I'm going to the park with Lola and Lana now, so you both and your father will have to deal with lunch, okey?

—Eh... Sure...

Luna wished to say more, but:

—See you soon, Luna. Bye.

Rita didn't seemed to be affected for what happened the day before, although it might be from the door between them that Luna had that impression.

Hating herself for not talk to her mother a bit more, due to her fantasies flooding her memory some moments ago that might make Electra proud, she ended up concluding the need to read into that dream.

"I have to ask Lucy for help in this."

End of Chapter Two.