Incest Justin Thyme by Callicious

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"I think Ramen would be great. Stephanie and I got some sun this afternoon, and it must have worn us out, because we both showered and stretched out for a few minutes and went to sleep with our hair wet. Just look at this mess! Oh, and Justin, yes, he's home. He got home about the time we got out of the pool, and I think he may have taken a nap as well. He seemed pretty tired."

"OK, fine. I'll throw one in for him, too."

She stepped over to knock on my door, but I opened it just as she started to knock. "Hi, Mom. I thought I heard you out here." I stepped out and gave her a big hug. "Have a good day today?"

Mom just made a face and said, "Ugh. I will never understand the importance of some of these realtor meetings. They never cover anything new, and they don't even discuss things that are issues, but if I don't go I lose my license, so . . . . Anyway, I'm going to do Ramen, want some?"

"Yeah, sure. Thanks, Mom." I waited until Mom had turned and started down the stairs before looking over at Rosemary. We both said "Whew!" at the same time, and then laughed at each other.

The three of us trooped down the stairs behind Mom, with Stephanie lagging behind, and pulling me backwards with her. She waited until Mom turned the corner and then stopped suddenly and gave me a great big hug and a little kiss on the lips. "Thank you, Justin. I love you."

I gave her a little peck back, and then we hurried to catch up with Rosemary. I hurried into the kitchen to give Mom a hand with the Ramen. I know, I know, how hard is Ramen to make? Well, when I do it I add stuff to give it more flavor, but Mom doesn't like to be bothered, so I always try to help her before the water gets hot. I also added some ground beef, and threatened to add some sliced mushrooms, but Rosemary yelled "NO," so I didn't.

I really knew Mom was stressed when she grabbed a bottle of wine and poured herself a glass. I've never seen Mom have more than a couple of glasses of wine with a meal, and I've never seen her drunk, but I've also noticed when she is really stressed about something she will have a single glass just to unwind with. Tonight was obviously one of those nights, because you surely couldn't call a glass of wine with Ramen the same as a glass of wine with dinner.

Rosemary tried to talk her into a glass for us, too, but Mom shot that down really quickly. My challenge was that I had to keep Mom from going to bed until after Steph went home. I couldn't talk about the find at the house with Steph around. As far as I was concerned, no one outside the family, and of course Michael needed to know about it. As I had been thinking about things this afternoon though I became convinced I needed to take Rosemary with us tomorrow to help find other entrances. I thought it would be a lot easier with one in the secret passage and one on the other side of the wall. I thought with cell phones and tapping we would find them more easily.

Stephie got ready to leave as soon as we finished our Ramen, and for once I was trying to find a way to hurry her out the door. She made a point though of catching me around the corner from Mom long enough to give me a kiss goodbye, and as kisses go; it was a toe-curler. It was almost enough to make me try to find a way to get her to spend the night, but alas . . . .

Steph and Rosemary were talking together in the living room for a few minutes, and Mom started to head up to bed. I had to catch her and get to wait, but without stirring up curiosity. Finally, I just asked her if she would please come back down, that Rosemary and I had something we needed to talk with her about, but I wouldn't give her any reason. She went on up the stairs rather grumpy at my refusal to give a reason, but I didn't take it to heart. I knew she was quite tired, and had had a rough day, plus Dad was still out of town, and would be until Wednesday.

Finally Stephie left, and before Rosemary could get up the stairs I caught her and told her Mom and I needed to talk with her before she went to bed. Of course, she was curious, but I would tell her nothing either. I poured Mom another glass of wine, albeit a small one, because I had a feeling she was going to need it, and I had it sitting at her place at the table when she came back down. Rosemary and I each had a glass of Coke in front of us as we sat for a few minutes and waited for her.

Although Rosemary wasn't happy that I wouldn't tell her what was up she got over it pretty quickly. Her foot found my leg and started sliding up and down my calf until she slipped it on up above my knee and slid her bare toes up and down my thigh, finally slipping them inside the leg of my shorts and tickled my balls. "What? No underwear?" I just shook my head 'No' and she grinned. I knew there was no way I would be able to stand up before Mom went back upstairs now with the wood I was sporting. "I had a lot of fun with you this afternoon, Justin. You really made me come hard!" We heard Mom starting back down the steps, so we quickly changed the subject and she withdrew her foot.

"Alright, son. What is so important that it can't wait until tomorrow?" Then she saw the glass of wine. "What's wrong? Did you hear something from your Dad?"

"No, Mom. Nothing is really wrong, but we have to discuss something about the house tonight, and I thought you might want a little taste. It's nothing bad, really, but we have to talk."

Rosemary was looking at me big-eyed, waiting for me to spill it. "OK, son. What's up? Do we need to include your Dad in a phone call?"

I shook my head 'No' but said, "We need to have a meeting of all of us and Grandpa Wednesday night after Dad gets home. And I need Rosemary to go up to the house with me and Grandpa in the morning." Looking at Rosemary I said, "Grandpa is picking us up at 6:30. Don't be late." Turning back to Mom I continued, "Michael and I got the security stuff installed today, and we had a little time left, so we decided to take a look at the bookcases up in my room. They struck him as odd also, and his first thought was the same as I had, that possibly there was a hidden room or something like an escape route or something. We couldn't find anything in the bookcases that gave any indication, and we were ready to give up when Michael got curious about the old sconces on the wall by the windows."