And Our Parents

Part 11 ( Oh My God I Think I Like You )

At the sight of Freen's bare chest, Kenny covers his eyes and backs up fearfully, until he crashes into the wall hard enough to make the watercolor vista above his head rattle in its frame.

"Freen!" Becky screeches.

"What?" Freen says, perfectly unbothered.

"Cover yourself!"

Freen looks at Becky questioningly, but Becky reaches into the linen closet which is mercifully within reach and throws a towel at Freen, who reluctantly wraps it around her nude torso.

"Kenny, you can open your eyes," Becky says.

"I'd really rather not," Kenny whimpers, collapsed against the wall, with both hands pressed over his face.

"There's nothing more to see," Becky says.

Slowly, Kenny moves his fingers apart to peek through, then upon seeing that no one is naked anymore, lowers them from his face, which has turned a bright cherry red.

Becky takes a deep breath and tries to summon a calm tone. "Kenny, it's–"

"'It's not what it looks like'?" Kenny babbles, shell-shocked.

"Well, it is what it looks like..." Freen says, adjusting the towel around her.

"It's not!" Becky snaps.

"She's...." Kenny begins, but can hardly seem to form the words. "She's our sister!"

"Stepsister," Freen supplies.

"Future stepsister," Becky corrects, "and if you'd just let me–"

"You two are together?" Kenny sputters.

"No!" Becky exclaims. "We're... just..."

"We are just having meaningless sex," Freen supplies.

"That's worse?" Kenny stammers. "I mean, I think that's worse?"

"I did not intend for you to see this," Becky says, trying to remain calm. "We did not intend for any of you to find out..."

"This is too much," Kenny says, shaking his head. "I need to go."

"Wait!" Becky calls, but it's too late; Kenny's already making a beeline back to his bedroom.

Freen watches Kenny run off and slam his bedroom door, then swings around to Becky with a shit-eating grin. "He seems really cool about it."

"Shut up and go put your shirt on while I deal with this."

Freen rolls her eyes and drops the towel on the floor as she marches back to Becky's room. Becky bites back the urge to yell again, tosses the towel in the hamper, then creeps across the hall to Kenny's door, pressing it open with a gentle creak.

"Hey, buddy," she croons.

Kenny sits on his bed, hunched over one of his textbooks, focusing so hard it looks like his head might explode. "We don't need to talk about it," he grunts.

"We kind of do."

"Please, Becky," Kenny says, still refusing to make eye contact.

"It's not a big deal," Becky says. "Just a stupid physical attraction we had to get out of our systems."

"I don't need to hear this..." Kenny says, keeping laser focus on his book.

"And it started before we knew."

"What?" Kenny finally disengages from his textbook and looks up at Becky.

"I met Freen before Constantine," Becky says. "We flirted, we hooked up... We didn't even know each other's names. Then, we found out the circumstances."