"Clare" - Chapter 10:- “The Thursday Interlude” - Sex Stories

"Clare" - Chapter 10:- “The Thursday Interlude”

... house, even hoovered, the truth being I was bored. Then I did something I had never done before, I phoned Mum at work and asked her if she wanted me to prepare tonight’s dinner and, if so, what did she want me to do?

That question had her stuttering. It certainly had caught her by surprise.

So, in the brief moment of shocked silence, Ihinted to Mum thatifI had a car, I could have picked my two younger brothers up from school today. That hint seemed to go unheard as Mum found her voice and quickly ran through what I now had to do.

Of course, I knew there was simply no way my parents could afford a car for me. But I hoped if I dripped fed the idea, it would help free up the use of my Mums.

When David moved into his flat, I knew I would need some wheels. Sarah lived close by. She would be seeing a lot of him. My home was thirty minutes away. He couldn’t just jump in his car and keep coming over to where I lived, pick me up, and drive back. A car would give me more freedom, and I could come and go as I pleased. But the simple truth was now I was back at college, owning a car was further away than ever.

With the chores done and boredom setting in once again, I moved to the sitting room and started to watch television with Ella. But there was only so much daytime TV that I could watch, and I became bored once again.

However, my sister was in a talkative mood. Perhaps she had gotten tired of watching daytime television, too. She hit me with an unusual question, ...

... one I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer to.

“Clare,” she said. “Do you think Mum used to sleep around when she was our age?”

I stared at her, taken back.

“It is not something I ever thought about,” I eventually said, though that was not strictly true. Sometimes I wondered why I seemed so different to everyone else in my family.

“Mum was already with Dad when she had me at nearly seventeen,” I tentatively said.

“Why do you ask?” I then questioned.

“It's something one of my friend’s mothers said. She went to school with Mum.”

“Why do you want to know, anyway?I certainly don’t.”

“It just came up yesterday; it got me thinking. That’s all,” Ella dismissively said.

“Look,” I said, not wanting to quite let this go. “Whatever happened nearly twenty years ago is best left alone. People sometimes remember things differently, or have an agenda.”

However, Ella’s words re-ignited my deepest long-term private concern. Why was my hair so different from that of my siblings? They were all blondes. Mum was so young when she had me…

Did I share the same father?It was a question I never dared to ask.

“I just don’t want to know,” I said once again. “Haven’t you got things that happened in the past that you want left there?”

Ella went quiet. I think she blushed.

“Look,” I said. “Don’t think about what Mum or Dad might or might not have done in the past.” I was trying to close the conversation. I knew there were many things in my life that I wanted to ...