The actual building itself didn't really inspire confidence.
It was a low structure done in white siding that was so old and dirty it was closer to gray. The windows were dirty and one was cracked. As they filed into the lobby, he saw that the ceiling was largely unfinished and the tiling on the floor was horrible. The two people behind the glass half-wall that encased the front desk looked tired and unhappy. The handful of people hanging around the lobby looked awkward and uncomfortable.
They checked in and then sat together for about fifteen minutes, having a muttered conversation, though Bea had brought Four Past Midnight by Stephen King. Mae got called in by a prim-looking fennec fox woman with tan fur and glasses, and then they waited an additional hour or so. Trent thought more conversation would happen, but Bea was pretty into her book and the terse, hushed atmosphere seemed to actively discourage any kind of conversation.
Trent sat there and finished sobering up. Or, at least, he thought so. Mostly he thought about his little sister and felt...conflicting feelings. He'd never actually told anyone, and shockingly, he realized he'd basically forgot that it had happened until while he was sitting there thinking, but he'd fooled around with a cousin once when they were both fifteen. It had been...a mixed bag of an experience. Mostly the mixed part came from the weird guilt they both felt. All the rest of it had been really good feeling. If the guilt hadn't been so strong…
Well, things might be a little different today.
Mae emerged when he was considering the actual reality of having sex with his own sister and not getting anywhere significant. He immediately stood up, studying her, trying to get a gauge of where she was at, emotionally speaking. She looked...calm. Almost a little disappointed. She walked up to the front desk, had a few words with the person behind it, then walked over.
"Okay, I'm ready to go home," she said.
"...all right, how was it?" Trent replied as they all got up and headed back outside.
"Um...kinda boring? Maybe that's not right. I guess I wasn't bored so much as...underwhelmed?" she answered. "There was just a ton of questions, a lot of basic shit."
"Did you talk about anything mental health related? Like serious shit?" Molly asked.
"Yeah. I mean, we did, like I talked about the...you know, the Andy Cullen thing. But like, I don't know, I guess I expected it to be way more intense? Way harder to talk about anything? Or maybe the therapist would be meaner or scarier or something? But she was pretty cool. I guess the most disappointing thing was how much it was like...a checklist? I mean, she explained that unfortunately insurance demands 'measurable results', so she asked me a bunch of questions like 'have you been depressed in the past two weeks?' or 'how many days of the last two weeks have you had anxiety?', stuff like that."
They got into the car and Bea started it up.
"Yeah, insurance is bullshit up the ass," she muttered as she backed out once everyone was buckled in.
"What kind of schedule are we looking at here?" Trent asked.
"Once a week. Mondays. Three PM. I guess it made the most sense for her schedule, and good for us, too, since we're mostly creatures of the night."
"How do you feel about that?" Trent asked.
"Not as bad as I thought I would? I mean, it was kinda weird to talk about some of that shit, and sad, and embarrassing, but I thought it was going to suck way harder."
"That's usually how it goes with stuff like this," Molly said, playing with one of Mae's ears. Trent flicked a glance back as he realized that and relaxed as he saw it was her undamaged one. Although he supposed Mae was a lot less sensitive about that now. His attention was abruptly brought back as his phone buzzed.
"Oh...my," he muttered as he saw the picture Tabby had sent him. It was her bare, fat ass with an accompanying message: This ass is coming for you. I'll be at your house tomorrow night.
"Holy shit, who's that?!" Molly asked. "That ass is incredible."
"A straight girl, I'm afraid," Trent replied. "That's my boss."
"That's your boss!? Holy fuck, dude. Did you fuck her?"
"Yes."
"Also he did her up the butt," Mae said and started laughing.
"That's really hot...can I watch if you do it again?" Molly asked.
"If Tabby's okay with it, yeah. She's coming in to let me do it. To make me feel better. She'll be here by tomorrow night," he replied.
"...wait, so are you fucking with me? Your boss is driving down-"
"Flying," Mae interrupted.
"Flying down to let you fuck her in her fat, perfect ass just to make you feel better?" Molly asked.
"Yep. One hundred percent serious. She...likes me," Trent replied.
"Clearly," Bea murmured.
"Hmm…" Trent began considering something, frowning.
"What?" Bea asked.
"I guess I was thinking of sending her a picture of my dick with something stupid like 'this dick is cumming for your ass' but...I dunno. I still think I'm too short to be impressive looking."
"Trent!" Bea cried and he looked over at her, a little startled. "Are you for real?"
"Yeah. I guess I'm still a little stoned, because this should be freaking me out."
Bea sighed softly. "Fuck, I'm sorry, babe. Just...okay, we're settling this."
"Okay, what does that mean?" Trent replied.
"Yeah, super curious," Mae said.
"You'll see," Bea replied.
She pulled off the highway and drove into Possum Springs. A few minutes later, they were getting out of the Jeep.
"You, come with me, motherfucker," Bea growled, pointing at Trent and then stalking off towards the front door.
"Okay."
"Same," Molly murmured, "I want to see this."
They walked inside and Bea immediately headed for the closet. She opened it, snatched something from inside, and slammed it shut. Then she walked into the living room and pointed to Ann and Jessica, who were sitting on the couch.
"Do not go downstairs while we're down there, Jessica," Bea said flatly. "Ann, make sure this door doesn't open from the outside. Got it?"
"Yes, Queen Bea," Ann replied with a smile.
"Oh, um, everything went fine," she said, then grabbed Trent's shirtfront and pulled him towards the basement. "Come on, you."
"I'll tell you more about it after but I gotta see this."
"What's happening?" Jessica asked.
"I don't even know! But it involves a dick pic!" Mae replied.
"Ugh, Mae, shut up!" Bea snapped and then hustled them downstairs. As soon as they were all in, she slammed the door shut and followed them down. They gathered near the middle of the room, staring at Bea as she stalked over. "You, dick out, now," she said and held up a tape measure.
"Wait, are you serious?" he asked.
"Yes. I am measuring your goddamn dick and showing you that you have an average dick. Actually, it's bigger than average, because I got curious and did some research. And I'm going to fucking prove it."
"Well...I mean, I'm not hard," Trent replied awkwardly as he unzipped his jeans and started getting his cock out.
"I can fix that," Bea replied.
"Wait...can I?" Molly asked.
"You sure you're up for that?" Mae asked.
"Yes, I am. And I'll just, you know, lick. It'll be like...half-head. I mean, I wanna put the dick in my mouth at some point. And this will help me get used to it."
"I'm fine with this," Trent said.
"Duh," Bea replied, rolling her eyes. "Can I film it?"
"Yes," Molly said.
"Yeah, definitely," Trent replied.
Molly got down on her knees, then began to touch his dick, then paused and pulled her shirt up until her massive tits fell out, then she gripped his cock, leaned in, and dragged her tongue slowly across his head and he groaned.
"Holy shit, that is hot," Bea murmured.
"Hell yeah, it's a lesbian licking cock for her first time, being...experimental," Mae murmured.
"With huge tits," Trent murmured.
"Fuck it," Molly muttered suddenly and took off her shirt completely. Then she gripped his cock again, which was mostly hard at this point, and started dragging her tongue slowly across the head.
"Oh, um, be careful of, like, cum? It can leak out the tip, in case you weren't ready to taste it yet or anything," Trent said.
"You are so sweet," Molly replied, "and I'm cool if I get some of your baby batter in my mouth."
"That is so hot," Mae whispered.
"And your actual, real, biological sister is right above us," Bea whispered.
"Oh my God, shut up," he groaned.
"Whoa, he instantly finished getting hard," Molly said, laughing.
"You are pissing me off," Trent growled.
"Right," Bea said, getting down on her knees after putting away her phone and pulling out the tape measure again. She measured his cock. He frowned, finding himself staring at Molly's tits, which she was making sway back and forth now that she'd seen him staring, and not wanting to see whatever number the tape measure came up with.
"Trent, I fucking told you, idiot! You're just over six inches," she said.
"Wait, what?! There's no way," he replied, looking down.
"Dude, look," Bea said.
He studied it and she was right. He was just past six inches. He frowned and took it from her, remeasured, tried adjusting it and holding it differently, trying to determine if they were just somehow doing something wrong. But no, what was there to do wrong with a fucking tape measure?
"Holy crap," he muttered.
"Why didn't you believe me? Us?" Bea asked.
"Are you like actually pissed about this?" Trent replied, looking up at her and shutting the tape measure.
"I mean, kinda? Like, I dunno, babe. I love you but come on. Like, why did you think your dick was small or unimpressive?"
"It's not as bad as it used to be," Trent replied awkwardly and then paused and took a picture of his dick, then sent it and the message to Tabby and pocked the phone, then began stuffing himself back into his pants. "And I guess just porn? I mean, it's such a cliched answer, but some things are cliched for a reason. There's only so many huge dicks on otherwise regular-looking dudes you can see, in the pro stuff and the fucking amateur stuff, and think 'we don't really look all that different, so why is mine so much smaller than that?', and...yeah." He shrugged.
"I guess I can relate, with my tits," Bea murmured. "...sorry, I just realized I'm giving you like a really hard time about this and...that's not cool." She walked over and hugged him. "I'm sorry."
"I forgive you," he murmured, "and...I mean, I get it. I know how you feel."
"Fuck. Now I feel like the hugest bitch in the entire world. I had to pull this shit right after you got done having the worst week of your life. I'm so sorry."
"It's all right, babe...although I have to admit, I was pretty surprised that you let that through given all this."
"I'm sorry, honey. I'm just...really off my game in the middle of all this, and when that happens I get angry, and when I get angry, I also get stupid and say stupid, mean things that I always regret and I'm trying to work on it, but, it's just more stressful lately…"
"Bea, it's okay. I forgive you. We're good." He kissed her on the head and then let go of her. "Now, if that's all, then I need to go deal with Jessica's problem."
"What's her problem?" Molly asked.
"She had to leave behind all her stuff at the hotel and we need to see what's left," he replied.
"Oh, right," Mae murmured.
"If you get a room together, at least try to get a video," Bea said.
He sighed. "Yeah because I really want video proof that I raw-dogged my own sister," he muttered, heading for the stairs.
"I would," Molly said.
"You guys are making this a little weird."
"Sorry, it's just like...this is amazing. I mean, so many people fantasize about incest and I'm sure a lot of people indulge at least once in their life, but it's always so secret! I want to see, you know? I want to see it for real," Molly replied.
"Pretty much what she said," Bea agreed, and Mae nodded.
"I...need to sort this out with Jessica. You all just...chill."
"We will," Bea said. "Sorry, honey. We will stop talking about this if you tell us to."
"I mean, I get it. I understand why you're so excited. Part of me is. I just...don't want anyone to play around with this situation until it's properly understood and defused. Which I am going to go do right now. I'm going to have Jess drive me out to the hotel, grab her shit if it's there to be grabbed, and come back."
"Good luck," Mae replied.
Trent just grunted and began heading upstairs.