Author's Note:
All characters engaged in sexual situations are eighteen years of age or older. All characters and events are fictional. Any similarities with actual events or persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental.
This is a work of fiction, and as such, certain events or situations may be improbable, and certain details may not correspond to real life. If you're looking for strictly likely situations and exact reality, I suggest you skip this.
This can be the last chapter in this story, but it doesn't need to be. Leave a comment if you think this story should end here, or continue, and what questions you might like if I do continue.
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Her palm felt hot against the back of my neck as she leaned forward. Her hot, moist lips pressed to mine. It only took a fraction of a second for my lips to return her kiss.
"Oh god, I'm sorry, Clyde," Haley moaned as she pulled away from me.
"Don't be, Haley," I whispered hoarsely.
"That's exactly what Bonnie said, too."
Haley leaned back and looked at the television.
"'Cept she told me she loves me."
I wasn't surprised, but I didn't know how to respond.
"I didn't know the second I met her, but I knew then, when I kissed her. I love her too, Clyde."
She looked back at me. Her lips were quivering a little, and she looked like she was going to cry.
"Don't worry none. I'm not trying to take her away from you. She loves you more than life itself, and so do I. I knew that for a fact the second I laid eyes on you."
"Haley..."
I didn't know what to say. Not even close.
"Get a room already."
Bonnie was awake.
She sat up and kissed me, our tongues moving together in a gentle dance. When she broke our kiss, she looked at me and smiled then nodded her head toward her sister.
Haley kissed me, not like the confident and unhurried kiss Bonnie gave me. Haley's kiss was filled with hunger, like she wanted to consume me. She barely moved when she went from kissing me to kissing Bonnie with the same hunger and passion.
I had never seen women kiss each other. I had never even imagined it. I was as hard as a rock inside my denims as I watched my two sisters kissing, just inches from my face.
Bonnie slowly stood without breaking her kiss with Haley, and Haley followed. Bonnie pulled me by the hand away from the couch and toward the bedroom. I scooped up Bonnie in my arms as the two girls continued kissing.
Bonnie pushed the bedroom door open behind us, and Haley suddenly stood up straight. Bonnie and I looked at her. Her face was pale, her wet lips open.
"I'm..." Haley gasped between ragged breaths, "scared."
"Haley?" Bonnie whispered. "Are you a virgin?"
Haley nodded, and tears began to flow over her freckled cheeks.
"I don't...want..." Haley gasped out, "to be anymore."
"Haley, my husband is gentle, generous, and most definitely gorgeous. It's going to hurt, but it made me the happiest girl in the world when I gave him my virginity. Now we get to share our happiness."
"I love you, Bonnie," Haley whispered.
I set Bonnie on her feet inside the bedroom, and Haley was on her in a flash, pulling her top off over her head and pulling her pants down for her to step out of. I noticed Bonnie's toe nails were painted to match her new pink outfit, now making a puddle on the floor and glanced at Haley's bare feet. Her toes sported a dark red smudge that matched her outfit.
As Haley stood back upright, Bonnie raised her top up off her body, but I had to help pull it up and off her arms since Bonnie couldn't reach. Haley and Bonnie both giggled as Bonnie bent down and pulled the bottoms off her sister.
They turned and looked at me, each of them almost smiling. There was no denying it; they were definitely sisters, and I loved both of them.
Bonnie went to my denims as Haley pulled my sweatshirt up and over my head, then tossed it over her shoulder. Bonnie had my denims down around my ankles and Haley pushed me backwards onto the bed.
"Oh my..." Haley gasped.
"It's pretty, isn't it, Haley."
"Might be the prettiest thing I ever seen, but will it fit?"
"He's going to feel like he belongs inside you."
Bonnie pushed me onto my back and climbed up onto the bed beside me.
Haley climbed up on the other side of me. I looked her up and down, for the first time since she was naked. Her breasts were as perfect as her sister's, with pearl white areola surrounding her hard, pink nipples. The muscles under the skin of her tan, taut belly rippled as she moved, and there was a bright white patch of skin between her legs with a thatch of red hair in the center.
"I tan," Haley giggled. "But the drapes match the carpet, kind of."
I looked in her face, and she was blushing around her grin.
"I have no clue why my head don't match my crotch."
"Move up on the bed, little b... a little bit."
My breath caught in my throat for a split second. Bonnie had almost called me little brother.
"A lot, Clyde. Last thing I need is one of us falling off the bed when I'm fixing to give you my virginity," Haley giggled. "That might scar me for life."
I knew that, without any doubt, we could never reveal to Haley that we were her brother and sister. Even if we didn't finish what we had started, it would certainly, actually, scar her for life.
I pushed myself up on the bed until my feet were on the bed. Bonnie and Haley had started kissing over me, and when I stopped moving, they were directly above my hard, throbbing cock.
Bonnie slowly led her sister downward until their mouths were inches from my rigid cock. My wife lifted me to her mouth and licked the length.
Haley looked at me, then at Bonnie.
"I ain't never touched a...a man's...anybody's dick before. Bonnie, are you certain this is fine with you?"
"If you love my husband like I love him, then I'm not just fine with it. I want you to have him like I have him."
Haley looked at me, then whispered "I ain't never told a man this, but I love you. Do you..."
I didn't even let her finish her question. There was no doubt in my mind how I felt.
"I love you Haley."
I felt Haley's hand shaking as she grasped me in it, and gently move up and down my length.
"God, it's even prettier from this angle, and up close. I just want to eat it up."
"Nothing's stopping you, Haley," Bonnie urged her.
Haley's mouth felt like molten silk as she took me inside. I felt Bonnie move across me, and looked from Haley's head in my crotch to my wife. She was beside Haley, an arm around her back, her boobs against her side, and an arm under her, massaging a tit.
Haley began moaning and moving her head up and down my cock.
"You're so wet, Haley. Are you ready?"
Haley nodded without releasing me from her lip lock. Bonnie gently moved her away and onto her back next to me, and I rolled above her.
"Haley, are you sure about this?" I gently asked the beautiful woman, my sister, under me.
"More than anything."
"Use your hand, put me where you want me," I instructed her gently.
Haley's eyes widened and her mouth opened as she found her target with me.
"Ready?"
Haley bit her bottom lip, and nodded. I pushed forward, past the resistance. Haley squealed, and turned her face away from me. I could see her eye closed tightly and a drop of blood rise from her lip where her teeth had been as she moaned "Stopstopstop".
I couldn't stop, or move. I was as far inside her as I could go, and her strong, long legs had wrapped around me and were firmly holding me in place inside her.
Neither of us moved for a few seconds, but then Haley slowly opened her eyes and turned to look in my face. She was almost smiling.
"Fucking perfect, you...your cock inside me, so perfect, fuck me..."
I withdrew, slowly, from inside her, and as I began to push inside her again, she pulled my face to hers and kissed me hard. Her eyes never left mine, and barely even blinked as I bottomed out.
With each thrust in, she mumbled something. As our rhythm increased, so did her volume. Soon I could make out the one word she was repeated with each thrust of my cock into her velvety, tight pussy.
"Fuck..." Haley moaned, and tightened her hold on me, not just with her arms and legs, but with her pussy.
Soon, her body was rigid as she moaned, then suddenly screamed.
"Fuck!"
Her back arched, then bucked beneath me, then she thrashed wildly.
"fuckfuckfuckfuck" she moaned, barely even a whisper now. She tried to keep her eyes on mine, but her head was moving side to side too much.
Her back arched again and she froze there for a second before falling back, limp, onto the bed under me.
"Haley?" Bonnie's voice rose.
Haley panted, but didn't move otherwise.
"Haley!" Bonnie almost shouted.
"Fuck..." Haley moaned, and opened her eyes a little bit to look back at me, then her sister.
"My god, Haley, are you OK?" Bonnie whined.
"I wanna do that again," she croaked out between gasps.
My intention was to pull out of her completely, but as my dick approached that point, Haley wrapped her legs around me and thrust herself up as she pulled me down inside her again.
"Fuck," she moaned.
Her pussy felt like a fist around me now, pulling me inside her and trying to hold me there.
"Fuck."
I didn't want her to actually pass out, so I skipped the slow build up and began pumping in and out as fast as I could. I wanted to finish without killing her.
I managed to succeed, but just barely I think.
My balls tightened and exploded when her pussy clamped down on me and her back arched again.
She thrashed beneath me as I filled her with cum. Each jet of cum seemed to spur her to clamp down tighter with her pussy, until her thrashing stopped suddenly and her body went limp again.
Bonnie and I looked at each other. Bonnie looked worried, but only for a few seconds.
"No wonder people love sex so much," Haley wheezed. "I could feel every drop of your cum hitting the inside of my pussy."
I rolled off Haley onto my back, and met Bonnie's eyes. She smiled, and lay down on the other side of Haley.
My breathing was back to normal before anyone broke the silence.
"Is it lying to not tell something important?"
I lifted myself up on an elbow, and looked at Bonnie. She had lifted herself also, and was looking at me.
We shrugged our shoulders in unison.
"What do you mean, Haley?" Bonnie asked her.
Haley pushed herself up to lean her back against the headboard of the bed, but didn't look at either one of us.
"If I know something, something big, and important, and don't tell somebody I know it, is that lying?"
I really wanted to touch Haley's gorgeous breasts, but didn't think this was the right time.
"Haley, love, what are you talking about?" Bonnie asked.
"I know," Haley stated, sounding like that was the end.
She raised her head and looked at me, then at Bonnie. She looked a little scared.
"What? What do you know?" Bonnie asked, without looking very concerned, but just a little. She wasn't looking at me, but just at Haley.
"I know you're brother and sister," Haley whispered, almost silently.
"Oh!" Bonnie gasped, and looked at me wide-eyed.
"I know you're my brother and sister."
Bonnie gasped again, but louder this time. I saw no way out of this. She knew, and it didn't sound like she had any doubts.
"I know you're my brother and sister, and we all just had amazing, mind-blowing sex. Can we do it again before I go home in the morning?"
The silence was almost deafening, until Haley giggled.
"Am I wrong? It was pretty fucking amazing, right?"
Bonnie giggled, then laughed.
"It looked pretty fucking amazing," Bonnie confirmed.
"And we're all brother and sisters, too. Right?"
I looked at Bonnie. She looked confused.
"Ma told me a long time ago that I had a brother and sister that lived with other parents. When I got older, and could understand more, she told me all of it, even the 'don't tell pa' part, cause he loves me like I'm his, and it would hurt him if I found out he wasn't. She explained it didn't make no difference who my real pa is, cause my really real pa is Rusty. He loves me, and nothing will change that, so he doesn't need to ever know I know the truth.
"I've always known I had a brother named Clyde and a sister named Bonnie. I just never knew anything else about you."
"Except our last name," I corrected her.
"Yeah, I knew that. Ma told me I might need that later, to find you if I wanted to."
"I don't see how people don't know we're brother and sisters. You and Bonnie look so much alike."
"Except she's a giant, and I'm not," Bonnie giggled.
"Does my Pa know you two are brother and sister?"
Bonnie nodded her head.
"He says there's worse things a person can do than love the wrong pretty girl." I added.
"Our Dad doesn't know you're his though. Or he doesn't care, like about us either."
"Bonnie!"
"It's true Clyde. Has he tried to talk to either of us since we left home? Have either one of them tried to talk to us?"
"We don't know that. They could be looking for us right now."
"They don't need to look for us. I told them I was going to the Bonomo Ranch to work."
"Well, that's disappointing."
"I thought our parents should know where we are, or at least where I am. It was just the right thing to do, Clyde."
"I meant disappointing they haven't lifted a finger to talk to us in over three months, not that you told them."
"Oh..."
Bonnie looked up at me, and almost smiled.
"Was that our first fight, little brother?"
"Wait!" Haley interrupted us.
"What?"
"We could all go visit them while I'm home."
"You can't tell him you're his daughter, Haley. You just can't."
"I'm not going to, Bonnie. I'm not an idiot."
"You don't need to. I'm surprised nobody has figured it out already, as much as you two look alike."
"Us two?" the women said in unison, looking at me.
"You two," they said in unison again, but each pointed at the other two people in the room.
"Us two?" This time it was Bonnie and I speaking in unison.
"It's so obvious you're twins, but near everybody thinks you're married."
"Mom would know right away. She'd see Dad and me and you and Bonnie. We'd all look alike."
"I don't want to see them anyway. They don't care. They might not even have noticed we're gone. Clyde, I'm not going."
"What's he like?" Haley asked quietly.
"We don't even know, Haley. He said three sentences to me the last two days I was there. 'Muck out the stalls', 'we're ready to eat dinner', and 'you got a job so pay rent'."
I looked at Bonnie, and she was crying softly.
"Bonnie? What's wrong?"
"I don't even remember the last time he said a sentence to me directly."
**
"Are we like our parents, Clyde?"
"We look like Dad."
I almost smiled at my sister.
"I'm serious, Clyde. Are we like our parents?"
We didn't ever decide we were going to be different than our parents, because we just were different. They didn't talk, they just existed with each other, and Bonnie and I talked more than anything. Bonnie was never hurt because I ignored or belittled her thoughts, and I looked forward to the end of my work day so I could hurry home and kiss my loving wife. My favorite parts of life were when I could be with Bonnie.
"I'm serious too. I just named every way we're like our parents."
I believed that.
"How do you know? Clyde, how do you know we're not just younger versions of them?"
"Bonnie, what are we doing right now?"
"Talking."
I chuckled.
"I mean besides that, but that by itself is different than them."
Bonnie giggled back at me.
"We're making lunch."
"And what are we going to do with that lunch?"
"Pack it into your saddle bags and take it with us to eat after you ravage me on a blanket somewhere nobody can find us."
"Can you imagine Dad and Mom doing anything like that?"
Bonnie's belly laugh echoed in the kitchen as she shook her head.
"And what did you tell me this morning?"
"That I love you more than anybody, even your sister Haley?"
"Oh? She's my sister now?"
Bonnie almost smiled at me under a devilish look in her eyes.
"You know she is, especially when I think about you two together, and I can watch my husband having sex with his sister. That's about as naughty as three people can get, and it makes me so wet."
"You think that's more naughty than a man watching his wife have sex with her sister?"
"Clyde Steele, now you're just trying to get me in bed again!"
"Yeah, is that a problem?"
Bonnie giggled.
"What else did you tell me at breakfast?"
Bonnie thought for a few seconds.
"That I was going to start a garden today?"
"Yeah, and what did I do?"
"You put on work clothes and got dirty with me in the garden."
"Do you think Dad and Mom ever had days like our day today?"
She looked down at the floor, then found my eyes before she shook her head.
"Will we be better parents, or will we make broken kids like they made?"
"We're...are we broken?"
"We never went to school. We never had friends. There are only three people in the world that know we're brother and sister, and everybody else thinks we're married.
"You've only ever had sex with your two sisters, and I've only had sex with my brother and my sister." Bonnie whispered the last sentence.
I knew I was avoiding the other part of her question, and shouldn't be. Having kids seemed like a pretty important part of it, but we had never talked about it.
"Our kids..." I started, but didn't know where to go from there.
"I don't want our kids to be broken, Clyde. Can we avoid that? Do we even know how?"
"We know how to make them broken."
Bonnie nodded, and I could see her wide eyes filling.
"So we do the opposite. We send them to school in pretty clothes, have birthday parties for them, give them music lessons and sleepovers, buy them bicycles and toys, and kiss and hug them everyday, and tell them how wonderful they are."
Bonnie smiled at me as her eyes overflowed down her beautiful freckled cheeks.
"But we don't even know if we're going to have kids, Bonnie."
My beautiful sister wiped her eyes, then nodded her head.
"We are. In about six months."
**
Haley was almost as much in our life as she had been when she wasn't at school. We texted and talked on the phone every day, usually more than once. When I say we talked to her, Bonnie and I each talked to her, and sometimes together we talked to her.
Tonight was a night we wanted to talk to her together.
I thought she wasn't going to answer and was about to hang up, but the video call connected.
"Hey guys," Haley finally answered.
"Hi!" we replied in unison.
Bonnie started to giggle, but stopped short.
Haley looked tired. She was wearing a wrinkled tee shirt and her hair was disheveled.
"Are you OK, Haley?" Bonnie asked.
She looked directly into the phone and smiled a forced smile.
"I'm...fine. School's just...I'm tired."
"We wanted to call before you went out tonight. Saturday night and all," Bonnie chirped at her sister.
"I'm staying in, so you're all good."
"We want you to be the first to know, Haley..." Bonnie almost sang at the phone. "We're having a baby!"
Haley's face crinkled up, then she burst into tears before her face disappeared behind her hair.
I looked at Bonnie. She looked worried. I was sure I did too.
"Haley?"
Except for her sobs, Haley was silent for a few seconds before we heard her groan.
"I am too."
Bonnie gasped beside me, but I was confused.
"Haley, you're..." Bonnie started to ask something, but didn't finish.
Haley raised her tear covered face to the camera. To me, she looked like she was in agony as she nodded her head.
"Pregnant," she moaned.
"I've missed three periods, I kept thinking it was just stress and I'd have one soon, but I couldn't be pregnant and go to school, but I never got one, so I did a pee test today and it was positive, but I ain't gonna drop out, I'm going to try to transfer to BYU for the fall, I got accepted there last year, but wanted to go to U of I, but it's two hours away from home, and I don't know if I can do it, but I can't stay here with a baby, and...and...how am I going to tell ma and pa I'm having a baby," Haley blurted out, seemingly without a breath, before her sobs took over.
"Can't the father help you, Haley?"
Bonnie elbowed me in the ribs. Hard.
"Ouch!"
I couldn't help it; it hurt.
Haley was still sobbing, but she was glaring at me at the same time.
"What?" I sincerely asked, more confused than I might have ever been.
"You tell her, Clyde, can the father help her?" Bonnie growled at me.
"How would I...um...oh."
I felt my face turn hot, and imagined bright red.
"How am I gonna tell ma and pa I'm having a baby with my brother? He knows we're kin, and he's gotta pretend he doesn't, and I gotta pretend we're not, it's gonna hurt him so bad, and now y'all gotta tell him you're having a baby too, and he already knows you're twins," Haley rattled off before taking a breath. "He's gonna skin you alive, Clyde."
"With all the girls in the world, you're the only one he said I couldn't have over to my house when he first hired me. He's going to be mad that he reckoned that wouldn't be a problem."
"Clyde! You..." Bonnie screamed at me, but was interrupted by Haley's snort through the phone.
Haley had her hand over her mouth, but couldn't hold in her full out belly laugh.
"If that ain't Rusty Bonomo, ain't nothing Rusty Bonomo. Clyde, that was probably the one thing you coulda said to make me feel better," Haley told us when she could talk.
Haley's expression turned serious, and she looked more at Bonnie than me.
"How far along are you? I guess I spilled the beans enough for you to reckon close enough who the father is for me, and so how far along I am."
"Three months."
Haley smiled.
"We're gonna be pregnant together. If I was gonna plan it, I'd do it exactly like this."
"Really?" Bonnie asked, surprise obvious in her tone.
"Yep, we're both pretty much certain to have beautiful babies. I mean look at us: redheads, blue eyes, freckles, and bods to die for. What could go wrong?"
"Your dad could butcher your brother?"
"Oh he's my brother now?"
"Well yeah. Now that he got his sister pregnant, he's your brother."
"Sisters...he got his sisters pregnant."
"I can hear you two. I'm right here."
"So, Mister Steele, what are you going to do to help this poor, innocent girl you knocked up?"
"I ain't so innocent, and far from poor, Miss Goody Two Shoes. I'd be having his baby eventually anyway, and you know it."
"He...wait. What?"
"I ain't innocent or poor..."
"I meant the other part."
Bonnie sounded, well, exasperated.
"Bonnie, my love, my dear, beautiful sister, I was an only child, but I've dreamed of having kids. I want three, and since the second I looked in your brother's eyes, I've wanted my three kids to be his too. I know you love me enough to let me borrow him to make them."
"Haley...you mean on purpose? I...um,"
"We all know how much you like watching my brother touch these boobs, kissing and licking me all over, listening to me moan as he pleasures me..."
"Haley..." Bonnie's voice was a low moan.
"You always want to guide that beautiful, hard, throbbing cock into my eager, wet pussy so he can fuck me and make me scream..."
"Oh god..."
Bonnie was noticeably wiggling her butt on the couch.
"then thrust inside me, over and over, filling me with his cock until we both explode in exquisite pleasure and his cum so fills me I overflow for you..."
"YES!" Bonnie screamed, "You can have him!"
I was staring at my wife, dumbfounded. Haley giggled.
"I...um...mean borrow...borrow him, to make as many babies as you want," Bonnie muttered.
"Thanks, Bonnie. I love you," Haley giggled some more.
"I wish you were here right now," Bonnie mumbled some more, and wouldn't make eye contact with either of us.
"What are you doing next weekend?"
"Um, we haven't thought that far ahead. Why?" I asked.
Haley's face was still stained with tears, but she was almost smiling at us.
"It's Spring Break. Pa bought me tickets to Panama City, but since I have the two most delicious people on the face of the planet there, and we got something to tell Pa, I thought I'd change those tickets to Provo. Can you pick me up?"
**
"You two ain't trying to do something stupid up there, like get married, are you?"
"No, no, no," I laughed, pretending to not be nervous.
"Good. It ain't a good idea to drive that Jeep that far though. You can take my truck, long as you promise not to wreck it."
"We should be back by nine or ten."
"Just put it in the garage and leave the keys in it."
"I was kind of hoping you'd wait up for us, just in case we get lost or something."
"I reckon my June would be a bit put off if she found out I said no to that."
"Thanks, Rusty."
I was fairly certain he wouldn't be so charitable when we got home with the surprise visit from Haley, but we'd have to cross that bridge when, not if, we got to it.
**
"Clyde, slow down on this gravel," Haley plead from the back seat.
"Haley, I could walk there faster than your brother's driving. What's wrong with you two?"
I actually was barely creeping along the drive from the road to the big house. I was in no hurry to face Rusty with his pregnant daughter in tow.
I parked in the garage and hit the button to close the door behind us.
"You might want to leave that open for now. You know, an emergency exit."
Bonnie laughed at her sister.
"I'm serious, Bonnie."
The tap on the window brought us all to attention. June was standing at the side of the truck, all grins, and Rusty was perched in the doorway leading into the kitchen.
Haley looked at me and grimaced.
"Time to tear the bandage off," she muttered before opening the door and climbing out.
"Haley! I thought you were going to Florida this week," June gushed as she hugged her daughter.
"This is why y'all wanted us to wait up on you, ain't it?" Rusty grilled me as I circled the truck. It sounded like grilling to me anyway, but maybe I was just bracing myself.
"Pa and Ma, we gotta talk," Haley ordered after extricating herself from June's bear hug and made a bee line for the kitchen.
Haley marched through the kitchen and dining room into the front room. She stopped at the front door. I thought at first she was going to keep marching right out the door, but she stopped and seemed to be staring through one of the narrow windows beside the door. I didn't really think she could see anything in the blackness outside though.
Bonnie and I sat together on one of the couches, and after a hesitation, June convinced Rusty, with a wave of her hand, to sit with her on the other couch.
June had a puzzled look on her face, and tried to catch Bonnie's attention, but failed.
Haley finally turned and looked at her parents, then at me.
"Whew, I can't make my mouth work."
"I'm having a baby," Bonnie murmured next to me.
"Oh Bonnie, that's...um..." June's excitement faded quickly when she saw the look on her husbands face.
It wasn't anger, really, but more like disappointment.
"Just wonderful news," June finished, a tiny bit of defiance seemed to be aimed at her husband.
"Me too."
"Haley? What did you say?" June asked. I could hear a definite quiver in her voice.
The room was silent except for the sound of Haley drawing in a deep breath, and letting it hiss back out of her lungs.
"I'm having...a baby."
The blood seemed to drain out of Junes face, and directly into Rusty's.
I wouldn't have been surprised to see smoke escaping from his ears. I was bracing myself for something, I just wasn't sure what yet.
"So," Rusty growled through clenched teeth. "You found you a man that ain't no man, or not enough of one to come and face me and his responsibility?"
"It's not like that, Pa."
"What is it then? He's man enough to make a baby with...with my...daughter, but now can't take the time to stand by her to tell me what he did?"
"He's...Pa, he's married."
Junes gasped, but Rusty just stared at Haley.
"Rusty..."
"It's OK Clyde," Haley whispered.
"Rusty, I'm the father of Haley's baby."
Rusty didn't move a muscle, except to turn his eyes toward me. I could see the muscles in his jaw flexing, but I didn't think he was even breathing.
"Clyde..."Haley barely uttered.
Rusty then slowly turned his eyes on Bonnie.
"You're fine with this, Bonnie?"
She just nodded, but she looked scared.
"Clyde, you're f..."
The crack of Junes open hand across Rusty's cheek echoed off the walls.
"You better think long and hard about the fallout from what you say before you say it, and be absolutely sure you've decided you can stand the heat before you bring it down."
Rusty looked like he wanted to glare at his wife like he had at me, but just couldn't do it. He couldn't even bring himself to raise his hand to rub the hand print that had risen on his face.
"Clyde..." Rusty growled without looking away from his wife beside him.
"Careful," June cautioned.
"I told you first thing, my Haley wasn't one of the girls you could have...at your place. Why shouldn't I turn you out?"
"Papa, I love them..."
"Haley, sweetheart," June cautioned her daughter.
"I love you too, Papa, nothing's gonna change that ever..."
"Haley," June said a little more sternly.
"I love you Papa, forever and always, no matter what you do."
"Haley, stop!"
"But if you hurt my brother and sister, you'll hurt me too."
Rusty stared at his daughter, motionless, except for one eye twitched at the corner.
"June? You told her?" Rusty finally managed to push out of his mouth.
"Pa, it was the right thing to do, and it ain't never changed anything. You're my real Pa."
"When?"
"My whole life, Pa...my whole life, and I never, ever wanted another Pa. Still don't."
"You don't care I ain't your real Pa?"
"Nope. You always made it obvious that me and Ma was your world, even more than the ranch or anything, so what is there to care about? Even now, you ain't mad that Clyde put a baby in me, you're mad that you think some man took advantage. But he didn't, it's what I wanted."
Rusty worked his face up into a question mark, and looked from Haley, to me, to Bonnie, then back to Haley.
"Y'all knowed you was...kin?"
"They knew. I knew. I knew they knew, but they had no idea I knew. I told 'em after we...um..." Haley hesitated, and looked at her mom.
"Fucked?" June whispered.
"June!" Rusty scolded his wife.
"Don't be acting all innocent now. If I remember right, you and Christie was fucking right there on that couch," June nodded at me and Bonnie, "while me and Jim made a baby right there where that baby is sitting now."
"Eww," Bonnie and Haley groaned in unison and stood up.
"Ma! You ain't never told me that little detail."
"They ain't actually the exact same ones, we've redecorated since then, a couple times."
Bonnie and Haley sat back down.
The air was cleared. I could feel it.
I looked at my gorgeous wife, and she was smiling. So was Haley, and so was June. Rusty still looked, well, concerned.
"Pa, we're all family. Say it," Haley prodded her father.
Rusty nodded his head slowly.
"We're all family, one way or t'other. I reckon that's the most important thing, more than who's having, or had, babies with who.
"There is the matter of Clyde doing something I told him not to..."
"Papa..." Haley interrupted. "Seems you and Ma both let your hormones lead you to do something...forbidden..."
"Liquor had some doing in it, too," Rusty took a turn putting in his penny or two.
"Clyde was the perfect gentleman, Pa. I started it, and he followed."
Rusty's eyes narrowed as he turned them on Bonnie.
"You were there, and didn't try to stop it?"
"No sir. I..."
The memory of our Dad yelling at my sister to call him 'sir' as he was about to spank her for some small infraction ran through my head.
"You ain't never called me 'sir', and there ain't no reason to start now."
Bonnie nodded.
"I wanted to...watch, that first time, and help if I got the chance."
"First time?" Rusty muttered.
June looked at the ceiling, and Haley blushed redder than I'd ever seen her blush.
"This weren't a one-time thing? You two..." Rusty started.
"Three," Bonnie interrupted.
"Three?"
"Us three," Bonnie corrected him, and was now blushing to match Haley.
"Bonnie dear, that may be more information than your Pa...um...Rusty and I need, or want to know."
Bonnie giggled at June's slip of the tongue.
I realized it wasn't so much a slip of the tongue, but the truth. Rusty and June were better parents and loved us, if not more, at the very least, better than our own parents did.
Rusty cleared his throat before continuing. It was obvious he had no intention of disavowing his wife's acknowledgment of their feelings for us.
"You...y'all got no plans to, um...never mind. Are y'all happy?"
"Papa, when I met my brother and sister, the number of people in the world I love, and that love me, doubled. How could we not be happy?"
"That's the important thing, that y'all are happy. Speaking of plans though, what are they?"
"You mean about us...doing it together?" Haley wanted to clarify.
"No," Rusty and June said in unison.
"Fine. I can tell ya if you wanna know," Haley said coyly, "but there's other plans, too.
"I wrote BYU, asking if my acceptance and partial scholarship offer is good for second semester next year. That was my second choice, after all. I ain't heard back, but that was just this week. I'd stay here first semester, since the baby'll be here the middle of first semester. I applied to online University of Phoenix for first semester though, to take a class or two.
"When I get to BYU, I'd fit all my classes in on two days a week, live here and drive up those two days. When I'm at school, the baby'd stay with their Pa, and his wife would look after them while she looks after my baby's...um...cousin? Whatever.
"That's about as far ahead as we've planned."
Rusty just looked at his daughter for a few seconds.
"Who are you and what have you done with my little girl?"
"I'm a woman now, Pa, but I'll always be your little girl."
**
"Hi. How may I help you?" the stocky nurse behind the desk asked as we stepped up.
"I have an appointment. Missus Bonnie Steele. My husband here made the appointment a few days ago."
Bonnie sounded amazingly composed for her first time ever in a doctor's office. I didn't feel anywhere near as calm.
"Have a seat in the waiting room and fill these out," she said as she handed my wife a clipboard. "Thank you for arriving early."
The nurse looked past us to the woman behind us in line. We didn't move.
"I have an appointment, too," Haley informed her, sounding as calm as her sister.
"Oh. I'm sorry. Name?"
"Haley Bonomo, and my boyfriend here made the appointment the same time he made my sister's."
Haley smiled sweetly as the words sank into the nurse's head.
I had no idea she was going to be telling everyone our business, so I, too, was a little surprised, but not as much as the nurse failed to hide.
"I'm a regular patient here, so there shouldn't be any paperwork for me to fill out," she mentioned as the nurse was fumbling with papers and a clipboard, trying to hide her red face, but failing at that too.
"OK, I see that...have a seat, and thanks, you know, for being...arriving. I mean early, arriving early."
We sat down and the girls tried to pretend they weren't giggling. They did a fairly good job of it, mostly.
The staff didn't give us much time, but there wasn't much to put on the forms as far as history goes.
"Bonnie Steele and...Haley Bonomo." a much younger, and less stocky woman in scrubs, standing holding a door open, called into the room a few minutes before Bonnie's scheduled appointment time.
The woman was reading from two files as we followed her down a brightly lit corridor, then into a sparsely furnished office. The room contained only a table with six steel chairs around it.
"Have a seat. I just need a tiny bit of additional information," she smiled at us as she sat down.
"You're sisters?" she asked, without changing her expression.
"Half," Bonnie stated, nodding her head. Haley agreed with a nod of her own.
"Your file doesn't say anything about a sibling, Haley."
"It wasn't something my parents shared with me until recently."
"We like to include everything in your file. Are there more?"
"Nope. Just us."
It wasn't entirely accurate, or it could be. I had a feeling she was being vague intentionally, but was including me in the 'us'.
"You'll understand our, um, confusion. We were told when the appointment was made that the fathers would be here."
"He is," Bonnie shared.
The woman looked at Bonnie, then Haley, and finally at me.
She still hadn't changed her expression. This one was good at hiding any surprise. Or maybe our situation wasn't as unusual as I thought it should be.
"Just to be clear, you're the father of both babies?" she asked, still smiling.
"Yes," Bonnie and Haley answered in unison. I just nodded.
"Your name?"
"Clyde Steele."
"Bonnie is your wife, and Haley is..."
Bonnie said "My sister" at the same time I said "My girlfriend". I was following Haley's cue with my answer.
"Close family?"
"The closest," Bonnie proclaimed with a big smile on her face.
The nurse's eyes sparkled and crinkled up at the corners a little. She looked like she wanted to laugh.
Instead of laughing, she just nodded and wrote something in each of the files in front of her.
"Thank you. Haley, you can wait in the lounge and we'll get you when we're ready for you. Mr. and Mrs. Steele, I'll take you to see the doctor now."
**
Besides the stern lecture from the doctor both girls, and I, got about how important prenatal care is, and they should have seen a doctor long before thirteen weeks, everything went well.
Besides that lecture, and the stern "No" both of them got when they asked if they could ride horses, everything went well.
Their due dates were less than a week apart, and the doctor had given me some kind of look when she told Haley and I her due date.
Bonnie and I made an appointment for three weeks later, for an ultrasound. We could learn what gender the baby was, if we wanted.
Haley and I promised she would make an appointment with a doctor for the same time once she got back to school. The doctor seemed concerned that I wouldn't be there for Haley, but Haley explained she would be moving back to Utah at the end of the school term, and the doctor seemed satisfied with that.
"This is really happening..." Haley whispered into the interior of Rusty's truck as I pulled out of the parking lot to head back to the ranch.
"Yep, we're having babies," Bonnie chirped.
I glanced at Bonnie and then at Haley in the rearview. The had starkly different expressions on their faces.
"I thought telling Ma and Pa would make me less...scared. I ain't."
Bonnie swung around and looked at her sister.
"Haley? You're not thrilled?"
"Hell no. I'm scared shitless."
Bonnie looked at me, and I could see something I hadn't seen in her eyes for a long time, not since she came to the ranch. Sadness.
"What's wrong?" Bonnie asked without looked away from me.
"I didn't come home at Christmas thinking I was gonna get pregnant, or even have the chance, but your brother was too damn pretty, and I'd dreamed of meeting you two damn near all my life. I never thought I'd want him so bad, so I just didn't even think about doing nothing to prevent it.
"But now I'm pregnant. I'm just scared how it's going to turn out."
"I'm sorry Haley."
Bonnie turned and reached into the back seat and clutched her sister's closest hand.
"Ain't your fault. It's mine, and your brother's for being such a gorgeous hunk of meat," Haley almost smiled at me.
"I didn't ever think...I mean, I was concentrating on trying to getting pregnant, and it was taking so long. I just never considered that you might get pregnant, or that you might not want to. It just never even occurred to me."
"Bonnie?" I interrupted. "You wanted to get pregnant?"
"Sorry. I guess we never really talked about it..."
"We never talked about it period, there's no 'really' about it."
"Clyde Steele, you're not trying to tell me you didn't want to make a baby with me. Don't try to tell that lie."
I tried, I tried really hard, to get mad at my sister, but she was right. She knew what I wanted. She always knew what I wanted, even when we didn't talk about it, so I just sighed loudly.
Bonnie turned to Haley.
"He wanted a baby."
Haley snorted. She has such a cute snort when she's trying not to laugh.
**
That next week, after Rusty and June took Haley back to the airport, there was some tension between me and Rusty. He made some comments, nothing really outright, but hints. I could almost hear him thinking that I had made a mistake, a huge mistake. I didn't disagree with him. The mistake was not doing what he told me.
On Friday, he called me to meet him at a well near the back of the huge ranch. It wasn't acting right, in his words, and needed some work.
I was moving some of the herd to a different pasture, so I made a beeline for the well, on Stan. That's my horse. I forgot to come up with a name, and when Rusty asked what I wanted to call him, that was the first thing that came to my mind.
The other guys had horses named Fireball, Trigger, and Bucky, and I had Stan. Rusty asked why I didn't like my horse enough to give him a decent name. I knew Stan liked his name though.
When we got ready to ride out in the mornings, the other guys would whistle and call their horses' names. Even if some of the guys weren't gonna ride that day, their horses would prick up their ears at the first whistle.
Not Stan. He'd kind of look over, and see if I was there. If I was, I could see his muscles bunch up, ready to run, but wouldn't move until I called his name, and then he'd jump and race to me.
First time he did that, I was so scared I got ready to run, or dodge, or get bowled over, but he skidded to a stop, tossed his head and shook it, then whinnied before he nuzzled my shoulder and neck.
He loved to run. He'd run unless I held him back. I didn't hold him back today. It wasn't gonna be a long run, and I let him go as fast as he wanted to.
We came over the rise at a full run, my hat in one hand, the other gripping the reins. I didn't see the well where I thought it was, but Stan was already turning in a gentle curve to the left. Then I saw the well, with Rusty's truck parked beside it. Stan's curve would take us right to it.
Stan danced to a stop a few yards from Rusty, then snorted a few times in greeting.
"Clyde, that horse is gonna kill you one day. Or you're gonna kill him."
"I didn't ask him to run. I just pointed him in the right direction and let him go. He chose how much gas to give it."
"I didn't need no help with this, but we should talk."
I nodded.
"And this is just something needing said between us."
"Rusty, I know you're not too pleased with me..."
"Clyde, I know my daughter. She's bull headed, and woulda made your life miserable...um...maybe not miserable, but she woulda got what she wanted. She wanted you.
"You coulda put up a little bit of a fight though..."
"It was two against one."
Rusty glanced over my shoulder. I followed his look.
Stan was just over my shoulder, ears pointed at the sky, staring at Rusty.
He snorted once, but it wasn't his greeting snort, then tossed his head.
I ran my palm across the velvety part of his snout.
"Stan, let us talk."
He took a step forward, dropped his chin over my shoulder and rubbed his neck on the side of my face.
I rubbed his nose again before he stepped back and dropped his head to graze.
"First male foal he sires is mine. OK?"
"He's your horse..."
"Not anymore, kid. That horse ain't never gonna be anybody's but yours."
I could feel my face form a questioning look.
"You don't believe me? Watch."
Rusty walked over to Stan and patted his neck. Stan shook his head, but didn't raise it from the grass. Rusty grasped the saddle horn and raised a foot toward the stirrup and Stan side-stepped away from Rusty without raising his head.
Rusty turned and looked at me before he moved to Stan and tried again. This time Stan skittered away from him, but further than the first time.
Rusty stayed after him, but when he got close, Stan jumped away and trotted over to me.
"That horse ain't nobody but yours. You can pay me for him with his first male foal."
"Sounds fair enough. It's a deal."
Rusty was a little out of breath from chasing Stan, but when he got back to me, he looked hard in my eyes.
"How's it feel, now that you made your first horse trade?"
"It feels good, Rusty."
He extended his hand, and I shook it.
"Now I got one more deal to propose today."
"I'm all ears."
Rusty looked dead serious as he looked at me for a short second before he spoke.
"You be the best man for those...my girls, and the best father for my grand babies, and I won't never hold this thing with you not doing what I told you against you again."
It sounded like a sweet deal to me. It would be easy. Not because I thought it would be easy to be the best man and the best father, and not because it was Rusty that wanted it. It would be easy because it was something I was already determined to do, whatever it took.
I extended my hand, and Rusty shook it.
"Now get back on that slow-poke horse and do some work around here, son."
Stan had wondered off a little, but not so far he couldn't hear us. He stomped his front hooves and snorted a few times.
"Don't we need to fix this pump?"
"All it needs is a fuse. I coulda been home half an hour ago."
I called Stan's name. He trotted to me and stood dead still as I hoisted myself into the saddle. When I looked back at Rusty, he was already headed toward the pump, carrying his toolbox.
I watched for a second as I thought back to that day at the feed store, and how lucky I am that he was there, listening to my job interview.
Apparently Stan was tired of standing there with nothing to do. He shook his head and skittered around a bit, so I clicked my tongue once and had to grab my hat and the saddle horn when he burst into a full run heading back toward the cattle herd.
He loved to run, almost as much as I loved my life.
**
"Clyde?" Bonnie whispered.
I looked up from the row of seeds I was planting. She was looking behind me, and nodded her head in the direction she was looking.
I looked over my shoulder.
Near the top of the rise, almost to the fork in the gravel to either head to the big house or down to us, there was a glint of sun off metal followed by a cloud of dust. It was barely creeping along the road.
"Who's that?" Bonnie continued to whisper.
I didn't know why my wife was whispering. We were outside, in the garden at the back corner of our house. Nobody was around, and whoever was inside the vehicle wouldn't have heard her if she shouted.
"Don't know."
I didn't recognize the vehicle. It was shaped like my Jeep, but it was light colored, white or tan. It was too far away and the dust from the gravel made it hard to see perfectly.
I started to stand up, but Bonnie grabbed my arm and pulled me back down.
We didn't see many strange vehicles on the ranch. Actually, this was the first.
They were moving so slowly that I only noticed they had stopped because the dust cloud caught up with them. They were to the fork, and I guessed they were deciding which fork to take. I was expecting them to head for the big house over the rise, since that was the way the road headed.
"They're coming this way!" Bonnie hissed as she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the back door. She was crouching down as she moved, and I copied her.
She closed the door behind us, and locked it.
"Bonnie..."
"Shush."
"They can't hear us."
Bonnie looked sternly at me, then laughed.
"I know, but who are they?"
"Don't know."
Bonnie took her wide-brimmed straw hat off and put it on the kitchen counter, then pulled her gloves off and laid them across the crown of her hat.
"Come on," she ordered and pulled me to the living room by way of the front door, which she checked to make sure was locked.
We were peering through the tiny opening between the window frame and the curtain, watching the vehicle crawl it's way toward us.
"This is pretty boring, Bonnie."
She just squeezed my hand without looking away.
All I could hear was the crunch of gravel under the vehicle's large tires as it came to a stop directly in front of our gate.
It was huge. I guessed it was twice as big as my Jeep, and all white and chrome, except for the windows. They were pitch black and seemed to suck the Sun light out of the air around them.
"I think somebody's inside."
"I hope so, Bonnie," I chuckled.
"Shut up," Bonnie giggled. "I just meant I can't see anything inside."
We watched in silence for a minute. Then another minute passed.
"Maybe I was wrong. Maybe nobody's inside."
Just then the driver's door opened.
"Oh!" Bonnie whispered.
I still thought they couldn't have heard us, but didn't mention that fact to my sister.
Again, we waited. We couldn't see inside still. We were at the wrong angle and the door blocked our view.
"Look!" Bonnie growled when a solitary foot dangled below the bottom of the door. It was still a good ways from the ground.
The foot was in a black, open-toed shoe, and that shoe had the longest, skinniest heel I'd ever seen, outside of a magazine. I could see two toes, each with a bright red nail on the end, and a narrow swatch of pale skin between the shoe and the cuff of a black pant leg.
"Haley?" Bonnie asked.
"Haley has a tan. That leg is as white as yours."
The foot started to move, and seemed to be searching for something. Maybe the ground.
That foot was joined by a second, matching foot, red toe nails and all.
"Just get out already." Bonnie growled.
As if they were listening to Bonnie, the feet dropped to the ground, but that was still the only thing I could see of the person they belonged to. The rest of them was hidden by the door of the vehicle still.
I could only see the toes and a little tiny bit of the bottom of the heel under the black pant legs, which seemed to have been cut to the perfect length the rest on the top of the shoes without bending the perfect crease that ran up the front of them.
"Oh come on!" Bonnie moaned in frustration.
I had to stifle a chuckle.
First one, then the second foot turned on the gravel to point underneath the vehicle. The black pants moved against the back of the legs. She must have been doing something inside the vehicle.
"Geez,"
The feet turned partway back toward the house, pointing toward the front of the vehicle.
"Look!" Bonnie growled.
There was a small, delicate hand on the outside edge of the door. Each finger was adorned with a red fingernail that matched the toes, and there were three rings on different fingers, and a gold bracelet on the wrist.
A woman backed out from behind the vehicle's door and pushed it closed. There was only a whisper of a sound as it closed.
"Oh come on!" Bonnie groaned as the woman stood motionless with her back to us.
Her hair was pulled back and fastened with a piece of gold jewelry behind her head, and the ends almost reached the collar of the white, billowy blouse tucked into her black pants. I could see the outline of bra straps across her narrow back as the breeze pushed her blouse against her.
She was a petite woman, and her hair looked pink.
After a few seconds, she slowly turned to face the house.
"Finally," Bonnie sighed. "Who is that?"
I just shrugged.
Her hair was cut in bangs across their eyebrows and she was wearing dark sunglasses that covered at least half her face. She was wearing red lipstick, but that was all I could really make out of her face.
She raised her hand to shade her eyes from the Sun as she surveyed the house, and was holding a small black purse in the other.
I hadn't thought of my old friends, the magazine girls, for a long time. I did now though, and even more as she strode to the gate.
Her heels clicked on the concrete as she closed the gate behind her. Now closer, I could see she didn't have pink hair. It was mixed in equal parts, red and gray.
I couldn't see her very well anymore when she approached our front door.
We both jumped a little when the knock echoed through the house.
"Clyde?" Bonnie whispered.
I didn't even reply to my wife. I just tiptoed to the door with Bonnie close behind.
I opened the door, but Bonnie stopped it from opening further than a foot.
"Hi. I'm looking for Clyde Steele," the stranger announced. She was cupping one hand over her eyes again, and looked like she was trying to peer inside.
"He's supposed to work on this ranch."
The door opened wider, and I felt my sister push me out.
I stepped outside, and the woman took a step backwards and slowly removed her sunglasses.
"Clyde..." she barely whispered.
I looked in her eyes, and watched as they filled and a single tear ran down over her freckled cheek.
Pictures of Bonnie, and Haley, and my dad ran through my mind.
I was looking at all of their eyes. Her eyes were older, older than even Dad's, but they were definitely the same eyes we all had.
I heard a gasp from behind me as Bonnie clutched my hand.
"Bonnie? Oh my god..." the woman moaned. Tears were running down both of her cheeks and she looked from Bonnie to me and back.
Neither Bonnie nor I spoke.
"I'm Amanda...Amanda Steele."
Her purse dropped to the concrete beside her.
"I'm your grandmother."
We didn't move, even when she was hugging us.
Dad and Mom told us they died, all of our grandparents, before we were born.
"My grand babies...are all grown up."
She was gripping my shoulder, and looking back and forth between Bonnie and me.
"Can I come in?"
We stepped apart, and she, our grandmother, walked between us into our house.
Bonnie looked at me and mouthed "Oh my god".
Amanda, I had decided that's what I would call her, was standing shaking her head a few feet inside the door, looking at us.
"Would you like to sit down?" Bonnie asked her.
Amanda went to the living room and sat in one of the arm chairs, and smoothed her pants before crossing her legs.
I was struggling with wrapping my head around this...this whatever it was. I couldn't imagine she was the mother of my dad. She obviously was from a different world than ours. Coiffed hair, makeup, jewelry at her ears and neck, wrists and fingers. She looked like an older version of my magazine girls.
But she talked like us. She definitely looked like us.
"Can I get you anything...Grandma? Water, ice tea, koolaide? I can make black cherry, fruit punch, or grape," Bonnie asked her.
"Ice water, with lemon if you have it, unless you have something stronger. I'm feeling that might be called for."
"We don't...we're not old enough for anything stronger."
"Oh my, I forgot. You're only nineteen. I'm sorry. Water is fine."
Bonnie made some kind of face at me on her way to the kitchen, but returned quickly with a glass of water with ice, no lemon.
"Sorry, we're out of lemon."
"That's fine, sweetheart. Thank you."
She leaned forward and glanced around the coffee table before settling the glass on her knee.
"I imagined this would be different...but it took so long to find you, I don't know what to say."
Bonnie had sat down on the couch next to me, and was holding my hand.
"We didn't know you...that you, um, were alive," I told her.
"I wondered how...what they would tell you."
"Are there others? More relatives? What about mom's side?"
Amanda's smile seemed to be a sad one.
"My husband, your grandfather, was twenty years older than I. He would be eighty-three now, but he passed away three years ago. I wish he could have lived to find you. We spent so much time, so many years looking for you.
"My twin brother died before you were born in an airliner crash. He and his wife had only been married a year, and didn't have any children."
"Grandma, what about Mom's family?" Bonnie asked. Plead really.
"Your parents were only sixteen when your mother got pregnant, and barely past seventeen when you were born. Your grandfather and I were furious. Hurt and furious. And worried. We went through a whole gamut of emotions.
"He was insisting that they give you up for adoption. Your parents were...um, so young. He thought it would be best for you, and for your parents.
"I didn't know what I thought. I didn't think I wanted to lose your parents or you. Of course, you weren't born yet, but you would be.
"When you were born, your parents were still insisting they were going to keep you. Your grandfather was angry, and said some things he didn't really mean. Your father told him to leave and cool off, that they didn't want to see him until they came home from the hospital."
I didn't see how this story was following from Bonnie's question, but I wanted to hear it.
"They didn't come home the next day though, so we went to the hospital the following morning. Your grandfather was going to apologize. I had convinced him that we would help. They could finish high school, go to college. We would help raise you.
"They had left the hospital when they were supposed to. They hadn't come home. They just disappeared, and me and my husband, until he died, looked for you."
"You looked for us all this time?" I asked her, being reminded our own parents hadn't looked for us at all in the seven months since we had left, and they knew where we are.
"Very hard, at first. Over the months, then years, I didn't spend so much time, but I never gave up. Then two weeks ago, I found Clyde, and a picture of him on the website for Bonomo Ranch.
"I arranged my schedule and flew out here from Indianapolis as soon as I could."
I guessed that explained why Bonnie and I, and Dad and Mom talk like the people at Haley's school instead of like Rusty, June, and Haley. And all the other people we talked to in Utah. Illinois is right next to Indiana.
"But Grandma, what about Mom's family?" Bonnie sounded anxious as she begged.
"Bonnie, sweetheart, our family is full of twins. My grandmother, my mother, me, we're all twins, just like you and Clyde.
"Your parents are twins."
"Oh! Clyde! That means we have aunts or uncles, maybe cousins."
I looked at Amanda. She was on the verge of more tears.
Bonnie didn't understand.
"Bonnie, Dad and Mom are twins...with each other, like us."
**
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*
Her palm felt hot against the back of my neck as she leaned forward. Her hot, moist lips pressed to mine. It only took a fraction of a second for my lips to return her kiss.
"Oh god, I'm sorry, Clyde," Haley moaned as she pulled away from me.
"Don't be, Haley," I whispered hoarsely.
"That's exactly what Bonnie said, too."
Haley leaned back and looked at the television.
"'Cept she told me she loves me."
I wasn't surprised, but I didn't know how to respond.
"I didn't know the second I met her, but I knew then, when I kissed her. I love her too, Clyde."
She looked back at me. Her lips were quivering a little, and she looked like she was going to cry.
"Don't worry none. I'm not trying to take her away from you. She loves you more than life itself, and so do I. I knew that for a fact the second I laid eyes on you."
"Haley..."
I didn't know what to say. Not even close.
"Get a room already."
Bonnie was awake.
She sat up and kissed me, our tongues moving together in a gentle dance. When she broke our kiss, she looked at me and smiled then nodded her head toward her sister.
Haley kissed me, not like the confident and unhurried kiss Bonnie gave me. Haley's kiss was filled with hunger, like she wanted to consume me. She barely moved when she went from kissing me to kissing Bonnie with the same hunger and passion.
I had never seen women kiss each other. I had never even imagined it. I was as hard as a rock inside my denims as I watched my two sisters kissing, just inches from my face.
Bonnie slowly stood without breaking her kiss with Haley, and Haley followed. Bonnie pulled me by the hand away from the couch and toward the bedroom. I scooped up Bonnie in my arms as the two girls continued kissing.
Bonnie pushed the bedroom door open behind us, and Haley suddenly stood up straight. Bonnie and I looked at her. Her face was pale, her wet lips open.
"I'm..." Haley gasped between ragged breaths, "scared."
"Haley?" Bonnie whispered. "Are you a virgin?"
Haley nodded, and tears began to flow over her freckled cheeks.
"I don't...want..." Haley gasped out, "to be anymore."
"Haley, my husband is gentle, generous, and most definitely gorgeous. It's going to hurt, but it made me the happiest girl in the world when I gave him my virginity. Now we get to share our happiness."
"I love you, Bonnie," Haley whispered.
I set Bonnie on her feet inside the bedroom, and Haley was on her in a flash, pulling her top off over her head and pulling her pants down for her to step out of. I noticed Bonnie's toe nails were painted to match her new pink outfit, now making a puddle on the floor and glanced at Haley's bare feet. Her toes sported a dark red smudge that matched her outfit.
As Haley stood back upright, Bonnie raised her top up off her body, but I had to help pull it up and off her arms since Bonnie couldn't reach. Haley and Bonnie both giggled as Bonnie bent down and pulled the bottoms off her sister.
They turned and looked at me, each of them almost smiling. There was no denying it; they were definitely sisters, and I loved both of them.
Bonnie went to my denims as Haley pulled my sweatshirt up and over my head, then tossed it over her shoulder. Bonnie had my denims down around my ankles and Haley pushed me backwards onto the bed.
"Oh my..." Haley gasped.
"It's pretty, isn't it, Haley."
"Might be the prettiest thing I ever seen, but will it fit?"
"He's going to feel like he belongs inside you."
Bonnie pushed me onto my back and climbed up onto the bed beside me.
Haley climbed up on the other side of me. I looked her up and down, for the first time since she was naked. Her breasts were as perfect as her sister's, with pearl white areola surrounding her hard, pink nipples. The muscles under the skin of her tan, taut belly rippled as she moved, and there was a bright white patch of skin between her legs with a thatch of red hair in the center.
"I tan," Haley giggled. "But the drapes match the carpet, kind of."
I looked in her face, and she was blushing around her grin.
"I have no clue why my head don't match my crotch."
"Move up on the bed, little b... a little bit."
My breath caught in my throat for a split second. Bonnie had almost called me little brother.
"A lot, Clyde. Last thing I need is one of us falling off the bed when I'm fixing to give you my virginity," Haley giggled. "That might scar me for life."
I knew that, without any doubt, we could never reveal to Haley that we were her brother and sister. Even if we didn't finish what we had started, it would certainly, actually, scar her for life.
I pushed myself up on the bed until my feet were on the bed. Bonnie and Haley had started kissing over me, and when I stopped moving, they were directly above my hard, throbbing cock.
Bonnie slowly led her sister downward until their mouths were inches from my rigid cock. My wife lifted me to her mouth and licked the length.
Haley looked at me, then at Bonnie.
"I ain't never touched a...a man's...anybody's dick before. Bonnie, are you certain this is fine with you?"
"If you love my husband like I love him, then I'm not just fine with it. I want you to have him like I have him."
Haley looked at me, then whispered "I ain't never told a man this, but I love you. Do you..."
I didn't even let her finish her question. There was no doubt in my mind how I felt.
"I love you Haley."
I felt Haley's hand shaking as she grasped me in it, and gently move up and down my length.
"God, it's even prettier from this angle, and up close. I just want to eat it up."
"Nothing's stopping you, Haley," Bonnie urged her.
Haley's mouth felt like molten silk as she took me inside. I felt Bonnie move across me, and looked from Haley's head in my crotch to my wife. She was beside Haley, an arm around her back, her boobs against her side, and an arm under her, massaging a tit.
Haley began moaning and moving her head up and down my cock.
"You're so wet, Haley. Are you ready?"
Haley nodded without releasing me from her lip lock. Bonnie gently moved her away and onto her back next to me, and I rolled above her.
"Haley, are you sure about this?" I gently asked the beautiful woman, my sister, under me.
"More than anything."
"Use your hand, put me where you want me," I instructed her gently.
Haley's eyes widened and her mouth opened as she found her target with me.
"Ready?"
Haley bit her bottom lip, and nodded. I pushed forward, past the resistance. Haley squealed, and turned her face away from me. I could see her eye closed tightly and a drop of blood rise from her lip where her teeth had been as she moaned "Stopstopstop".
I couldn't stop, or move. I was as far inside her as I could go, and her strong, long legs had wrapped around me and were firmly holding me in place inside her.
Neither of us moved for a few seconds, but then Haley slowly opened her eyes and turned to look in my face. She was almost smiling.
"Fucking perfect, you...your cock inside me, so perfect, fuck me..."
I withdrew, slowly, from inside her, and as I began to push inside her again, she pulled my face to hers and kissed me hard. Her eyes never left mine, and barely even blinked as I bottomed out.
With each thrust in, she mumbled something. As our rhythm increased, so did her volume. Soon I could make out the one word she was repeated with each thrust of my cock into her velvety, tight pussy.
"Fuck..." Haley moaned, and tightened her hold on me, not just with her arms and legs, but with her pussy.
Soon, her body was rigid as she moaned, then suddenly screamed.
"Fuck!"
Her back arched, then bucked beneath me, then she thrashed wildly.
"fuckfuckfuckfuck" she moaned, barely even a whisper now. She tried to keep her eyes on mine, but her head was moving side to side too much.
Her back arched again and she froze there for a second before falling back, limp, onto the bed under me.
"Haley?" Bonnie's voice rose.
Haley panted, but didn't move otherwise.
"Haley!" Bonnie almost shouted.
"Fuck..." Haley moaned, and opened her eyes a little bit to look back at me, then her sister.
"My god, Haley, are you OK?" Bonnie whined.
"I wanna do that again," she croaked out between gasps.
My intention was to pull out of her completely, but as my dick approached that point, Haley wrapped her legs around me and thrust herself up as she pulled me down inside her again.
"Fuck," she moaned.
Her pussy felt like a fist around me now, pulling me inside her and trying to hold me there.
"Fuck."
I didn't want her to actually pass out, so I skipped the slow build up and began pumping in and out as fast as I could. I wanted to finish without killing her.
I managed to succeed, but just barely I think.
My balls tightened and exploded when her pussy clamped down on me and her back arched again.
She thrashed beneath me as I filled her with cum. Each jet of cum seemed to spur her to clamp down tighter with her pussy, until her thrashing stopped suddenly and her body went limp again.
Bonnie and I looked at each other. Bonnie looked worried, but only for a few seconds.
"No wonder people love sex so much," Haley wheezed. "I could feel every drop of your cum hitting the inside of my pussy."
I rolled off Haley onto my back, and met Bonnie's eyes. She smiled, and lay down on the other side of Haley.
My breathing was back to normal before anyone broke the silence.
"Is it lying to not tell something important?"
I lifted myself up on an elbow, and looked at Bonnie. She had lifted herself also, and was looking at me.
We shrugged our shoulders in unison.
"What do you mean, Haley?" Bonnie asked her.
Haley pushed herself up to lean her back against the headboard of the bed, but didn't look at either one of us.
"If I know something, something big, and important, and don't tell somebody I know it, is that lying?"
I really wanted to touch Haley's gorgeous breasts, but didn't think this was the right time.
"Haley, love, what are you talking about?" Bonnie asked.
"I know," Haley stated, sounding like that was the end.
She raised her head and looked at me, then at Bonnie. She looked a little scared.
"What? What do you know?" Bonnie asked, without looking very concerned, but just a little. She wasn't looking at me, but just at Haley.
"I know you're brother and sister," Haley whispered, almost silently.
"Oh!" Bonnie gasped, and looked at me wide-eyed.
"I know you're my brother and sister."
Bonnie gasped again, but louder this time. I saw no way out of this. She knew, and it didn't sound like she had any doubts.
"I know you're my brother and sister, and we all just had amazing, mind-blowing sex. Can we do it again before I go home in the morning?"
The silence was almost deafening, until Haley giggled.
"Am I wrong? It was pretty fucking amazing, right?"
Bonnie giggled, then laughed.
"It looked pretty fucking amazing," Bonnie confirmed.
"And we're all brother and sisters, too. Right?"
I looked at Bonnie. She looked confused.
"Ma told me a long time ago that I had a brother and sister that lived with other parents. When I got older, and could understand more, she told me all of it, even the 'don't tell pa' part, cause he loves me like I'm his, and it would hurt him if I found out he wasn't. She explained it didn't make no difference who my real pa is, cause my really real pa is Rusty. He loves me, and nothing will change that, so he doesn't need to ever know I know the truth.
"I've always known I had a brother named Clyde and a sister named Bonnie. I just never knew anything else about you."
"Except our last name," I corrected her.
"Yeah, I knew that. Ma told me I might need that later, to find you if I wanted to."
"I don't see how people don't know we're brother and sisters. You and Bonnie look so much alike."
"Except she's a giant, and I'm not," Bonnie giggled.
"Does my Pa know you two are brother and sister?"
Bonnie nodded her head.
"He says there's worse things a person can do than love the wrong pretty girl." I added.
"Our Dad doesn't know you're his though. Or he doesn't care, like about us either."
"Bonnie!"
"It's true Clyde. Has he tried to talk to either of us since we left home? Have either one of them tried to talk to us?"
"We don't know that. They could be looking for us right now."
"They don't need to look for us. I told them I was going to the Bonomo Ranch to work."
"Well, that's disappointing."
"I thought our parents should know where we are, or at least where I am. It was just the right thing to do, Clyde."
"I meant disappointing they haven't lifted a finger to talk to us in over three months, not that you told them."
"Oh..."
Bonnie looked up at me, and almost smiled.
"Was that our first fight, little brother?"
"Wait!" Haley interrupted us.
"What?"
"We could all go visit them while I'm home."
"You can't tell him you're his daughter, Haley. You just can't."
"I'm not going to, Bonnie. I'm not an idiot."
"You don't need to. I'm surprised nobody has figured it out already, as much as you two look alike."
"Us two?" the women said in unison, looking at me.
"You two," they said in unison again, but each pointed at the other two people in the room.
"Us two?" This time it was Bonnie and I speaking in unison.
"It's so obvious you're twins, but near everybody thinks you're married."
"Mom would know right away. She'd see Dad and me and you and Bonnie. We'd all look alike."
"I don't want to see them anyway. They don't care. They might not even have noticed we're gone. Clyde, I'm not going."
"What's he like?" Haley asked quietly.
"We don't even know, Haley. He said three sentences to me the last two days I was there. 'Muck out the stalls', 'we're ready to eat dinner', and 'you got a job so pay rent'."
I looked at Bonnie, and she was crying softly.
"Bonnie? What's wrong?"
"I don't even remember the last time he said a sentence to me directly."
**
"Are we like our parents, Clyde?"
"We look like Dad."
I almost smiled at my sister.
"I'm serious, Clyde. Are we like our parents?"
We didn't ever decide we were going to be different than our parents, because we just were different. They didn't talk, they just existed with each other, and Bonnie and I talked more than anything. Bonnie was never hurt because I ignored or belittled her thoughts, and I looked forward to the end of my work day so I could hurry home and kiss my loving wife. My favorite parts of life were when I could be with Bonnie.
"I'm serious too. I just named every way we're like our parents."
I believed that.
"How do you know? Clyde, how do you know we're not just younger versions of them?"
"Bonnie, what are we doing right now?"
"Talking."
I chuckled.
"I mean besides that, but that by itself is different than them."
Bonnie giggled back at me.
"We're making lunch."
"And what are we going to do with that lunch?"
"Pack it into your saddle bags and take it with us to eat after you ravage me on a blanket somewhere nobody can find us."
"Can you imagine Dad and Mom doing anything like that?"
Bonnie's belly laugh echoed in the kitchen as she shook her head.
"And what did you tell me this morning?"
"That I love you more than anybody, even your sister Haley?"
"Oh? She's my sister now?"
Bonnie almost smiled at me under a devilish look in her eyes.
"You know she is, especially when I think about you two together, and I can watch my husband having sex with his sister. That's about as naughty as three people can get, and it makes me so wet."
"You think that's more naughty than a man watching his wife have sex with her sister?"
"Clyde Steele, now you're just trying to get me in bed again!"
"Yeah, is that a problem?"
Bonnie giggled.
"What else did you tell me at breakfast?"
Bonnie thought for a few seconds.
"That I was going to start a garden today?"
"Yeah, and what did I do?"
"You put on work clothes and got dirty with me in the garden."
"Do you think Dad and Mom ever had days like our day today?"
She looked down at the floor, then found my eyes before she shook her head.
"Will we be better parents, or will we make broken kids like they made?"
"We're...are we broken?"
"We never went to school. We never had friends. There are only three people in the world that know we're brother and sister, and everybody else thinks we're married.
"You've only ever had sex with your two sisters, and I've only had sex with my brother and my sister." Bonnie whispered the last sentence.
I knew I was avoiding the other part of her question, and shouldn't be. Having kids seemed like a pretty important part of it, but we had never talked about it.
"Our kids..." I started, but didn't know where to go from there.
"I don't want our kids to be broken, Clyde. Can we avoid that? Do we even know how?"
"We know how to make them broken."
Bonnie nodded, and I could see her wide eyes filling.
"So we do the opposite. We send them to school in pretty clothes, have birthday parties for them, give them music lessons and sleepovers, buy them bicycles and toys, and kiss and hug them everyday, and tell them how wonderful they are."
Bonnie smiled at me as her eyes overflowed down her beautiful freckled cheeks.
"But we don't even know if we're going to have kids, Bonnie."
My beautiful sister wiped her eyes, then nodded her head.
"We are. In about six months."
**
Haley was almost as much in our life as she had been when she wasn't at school. We texted and talked on the phone every day, usually more than once. When I say we talked to her, Bonnie and I each talked to her, and sometimes together we talked to her.
Tonight was a night we wanted to talk to her together.
I thought she wasn't going to answer and was about to hang up, but the video call connected.
"Hey guys," Haley finally answered.
"Hi!" we replied in unison.
Bonnie started to giggle, but stopped short.
Haley looked tired. She was wearing a wrinkled tee shirt and her hair was disheveled.
"Are you OK, Haley?" Bonnie asked.
She looked directly into the phone and smiled a forced smile.
"I'm...fine. School's just...I'm tired."
"We wanted to call before you went out tonight. Saturday night and all," Bonnie chirped at her sister.
"I'm staying in, so you're all good."
"We want you to be the first to know, Haley..." Bonnie almost sang at the phone. "We're having a baby!"
Haley's face crinkled up, then she burst into tears before her face disappeared behind her hair.
I looked at Bonnie. She looked worried. I was sure I did too.
"Haley?"
Except for her sobs, Haley was silent for a few seconds before we heard her groan.
"I am too."
Bonnie gasped beside me, but I was confused.
"Haley, you're..." Bonnie started to ask something, but didn't finish.
Haley raised her tear covered face to the camera. To me, she looked like she was in agony as she nodded her head.
"Pregnant," she moaned.
"I've missed three periods, I kept thinking it was just stress and I'd have one soon, but I couldn't be pregnant and go to school, but I never got one, so I did a pee test today and it was positive, but I ain't gonna drop out, I'm going to try to transfer to BYU for the fall, I got accepted there last year, but wanted to go to U of I, but it's two hours away from home, and I don't know if I can do it, but I can't stay here with a baby, and...and...how am I going to tell ma and pa I'm having a baby," Haley blurted out, seemingly without a breath, before her sobs took over.
"Can't the father help you, Haley?"
Bonnie elbowed me in the ribs. Hard.
"Ouch!"
I couldn't help it; it hurt.
Haley was still sobbing, but she was glaring at me at the same time.
"What?" I sincerely asked, more confused than I might have ever been.
"You tell her, Clyde, can the father help her?" Bonnie growled at me.
"How would I...um...oh."
I felt my face turn hot, and imagined bright red.
"How am I gonna tell ma and pa I'm having a baby with my brother? He knows we're kin, and he's gotta pretend he doesn't, and I gotta pretend we're not, it's gonna hurt him so bad, and now y'all gotta tell him you're having a baby too, and he already knows you're twins," Haley rattled off before taking a breath. "He's gonna skin you alive, Clyde."
"With all the girls in the world, you're the only one he said I couldn't have over to my house when he first hired me. He's going to be mad that he reckoned that wouldn't be a problem."
"Clyde! You..." Bonnie screamed at me, but was interrupted by Haley's snort through the phone.
Haley had her hand over her mouth, but couldn't hold in her full out belly laugh.
"If that ain't Rusty Bonomo, ain't nothing Rusty Bonomo. Clyde, that was probably the one thing you coulda said to make me feel better," Haley told us when she could talk.
Haley's expression turned serious, and she looked more at Bonnie than me.
"How far along are you? I guess I spilled the beans enough for you to reckon close enough who the father is for me, and so how far along I am."
"Three months."
Haley smiled.
"We're gonna be pregnant together. If I was gonna plan it, I'd do it exactly like this."
"Really?" Bonnie asked, surprise obvious in her tone.
"Yep, we're both pretty much certain to have beautiful babies. I mean look at us: redheads, blue eyes, freckles, and bods to die for. What could go wrong?"
"Your dad could butcher your brother?"
"Oh he's my brother now?"
"Well yeah. Now that he got his sister pregnant, he's your brother."
"Sisters...he got his sisters pregnant."
"I can hear you two. I'm right here."
"So, Mister Steele, what are you going to do to help this poor, innocent girl you knocked up?"
"I ain't so innocent, and far from poor, Miss Goody Two Shoes. I'd be having his baby eventually anyway, and you know it."
"He...wait. What?"
"I ain't innocent or poor..."
"I meant the other part."
Bonnie sounded, well, exasperated.
"Bonnie, my love, my dear, beautiful sister, I was an only child, but I've dreamed of having kids. I want three, and since the second I looked in your brother's eyes, I've wanted my three kids to be his too. I know you love me enough to let me borrow him to make them."
"Haley...you mean on purpose? I...um,"
"We all know how much you like watching my brother touch these boobs, kissing and licking me all over, listening to me moan as he pleasures me..."
"Haley..." Bonnie's voice was a low moan.
"You always want to guide that beautiful, hard, throbbing cock into my eager, wet pussy so he can fuck me and make me scream..."
"Oh god..."
Bonnie was noticeably wiggling her butt on the couch.
"then thrust inside me, over and over, filling me with his cock until we both explode in exquisite pleasure and his cum so fills me I overflow for you..."
"YES!" Bonnie screamed, "You can have him!"
I was staring at my wife, dumbfounded. Haley giggled.
"I...um...mean borrow...borrow him, to make as many babies as you want," Bonnie muttered.
"Thanks, Bonnie. I love you," Haley giggled some more.
"I wish you were here right now," Bonnie mumbled some more, and wouldn't make eye contact with either of us.
"What are you doing next weekend?"
"Um, we haven't thought that far ahead. Why?" I asked.
Haley's face was still stained with tears, but she was almost smiling at us.
"It's Spring Break. Pa bought me tickets to Panama City, but since I have the two most delicious people on the face of the planet there, and we got something to tell Pa, I thought I'd change those tickets to Provo. Can you pick me up?"
**
"You two ain't trying to do something stupid up there, like get married, are you?"
"No, no, no," I laughed, pretending to not be nervous.
"Good. It ain't a good idea to drive that Jeep that far though. You can take my truck, long as you promise not to wreck it."
"We should be back by nine or ten."
"Just put it in the garage and leave the keys in it."
"I was kind of hoping you'd wait up for us, just in case we get lost or something."
"I reckon my June would be a bit put off if she found out I said no to that."
"Thanks, Rusty."
I was fairly certain he wouldn't be so charitable when we got home with the surprise visit from Haley, but we'd have to cross that bridge when, not if, we got to it.
**
"Clyde, slow down on this gravel," Haley plead from the back seat.
"Haley, I could walk there faster than your brother's driving. What's wrong with you two?"
I actually was barely creeping along the drive from the road to the big house. I was in no hurry to face Rusty with his pregnant daughter in tow.
I parked in the garage and hit the button to close the door behind us.
"You might want to leave that open for now. You know, an emergency exit."
Bonnie laughed at her sister.
"I'm serious, Bonnie."
The tap on the window brought us all to attention. June was standing at the side of the truck, all grins, and Rusty was perched in the doorway leading into the kitchen.
Haley looked at me and grimaced.
"Time to tear the bandage off," she muttered before opening the door and climbing out.
"Haley! I thought you were going to Florida this week," June gushed as she hugged her daughter.
"This is why y'all wanted us to wait up on you, ain't it?" Rusty grilled me as I circled the truck. It sounded like grilling to me anyway, but maybe I was just bracing myself.
"Pa and Ma, we gotta talk," Haley ordered after extricating herself from June's bear hug and made a bee line for the kitchen.
Haley marched through the kitchen and dining room into the front room. She stopped at the front door. I thought at first she was going to keep marching right out the door, but she stopped and seemed to be staring through one of the narrow windows beside the door. I didn't really think she could see anything in the blackness outside though.
Bonnie and I sat together on one of the couches, and after a hesitation, June convinced Rusty, with a wave of her hand, to sit with her on the other couch.
June had a puzzled look on her face, and tried to catch Bonnie's attention, but failed.
Haley finally turned and looked at her parents, then at me.
"Whew, I can't make my mouth work."
"I'm having a baby," Bonnie murmured next to me.
"Oh Bonnie, that's...um..." June's excitement faded quickly when she saw the look on her husbands face.
It wasn't anger, really, but more like disappointment.
"Just wonderful news," June finished, a tiny bit of defiance seemed to be aimed at her husband.
"Me too."
"Haley? What did you say?" June asked. I could hear a definite quiver in her voice.
The room was silent except for the sound of Haley drawing in a deep breath, and letting it hiss back out of her lungs.
"I'm having...a baby."
The blood seemed to drain out of Junes face, and directly into Rusty's.
I wouldn't have been surprised to see smoke escaping from his ears. I was bracing myself for something, I just wasn't sure what yet.
"So," Rusty growled through clenched teeth. "You found you a man that ain't no man, or not enough of one to come and face me and his responsibility?"
"It's not like that, Pa."
"What is it then? He's man enough to make a baby with...with my...daughter, but now can't take the time to stand by her to tell me what he did?"
"He's...Pa, he's married."
Junes gasped, but Rusty just stared at Haley.
"Rusty..."
"It's OK Clyde," Haley whispered.
"Rusty, I'm the father of Haley's baby."
Rusty didn't move a muscle, except to turn his eyes toward me. I could see the muscles in his jaw flexing, but I didn't think he was even breathing.
"Clyde..."Haley barely uttered.
Rusty then slowly turned his eyes on Bonnie.
"You're fine with this, Bonnie?"
She just nodded, but she looked scared.
"Clyde, you're f..."
The crack of Junes open hand across Rusty's cheek echoed off the walls.
"You better think long and hard about the fallout from what you say before you say it, and be absolutely sure you've decided you can stand the heat before you bring it down."
Rusty looked like he wanted to glare at his wife like he had at me, but just couldn't do it. He couldn't even bring himself to raise his hand to rub the hand print that had risen on his face.
"Clyde..." Rusty growled without looking away from his wife beside him.
"Careful," June cautioned.
"I told you first thing, my Haley wasn't one of the girls you could have...at your place. Why shouldn't I turn you out?"
"Papa, I love them..."
"Haley, sweetheart," June cautioned her daughter.
"I love you too, Papa, nothing's gonna change that ever..."
"Haley," June said a little more sternly.
"I love you Papa, forever and always, no matter what you do."
"Haley, stop!"
"But if you hurt my brother and sister, you'll hurt me too."
Rusty stared at his daughter, motionless, except for one eye twitched at the corner.
"June? You told her?" Rusty finally managed to push out of his mouth.
"Pa, it was the right thing to do, and it ain't never changed anything. You're my real Pa."
"When?"
"My whole life, Pa...my whole life, and I never, ever wanted another Pa. Still don't."
"You don't care I ain't your real Pa?"
"Nope. You always made it obvious that me and Ma was your world, even more than the ranch or anything, so what is there to care about? Even now, you ain't mad that Clyde put a baby in me, you're mad that you think some man took advantage. But he didn't, it's what I wanted."
Rusty worked his face up into a question mark, and looked from Haley, to me, to Bonnie, then back to Haley.
"Y'all knowed you was...kin?"
"They knew. I knew. I knew they knew, but they had no idea I knew. I told 'em after we...um..." Haley hesitated, and looked at her mom.
"Fucked?" June whispered.
"June!" Rusty scolded his wife.
"Don't be acting all innocent now. If I remember right, you and Christie was fucking right there on that couch," June nodded at me and Bonnie, "while me and Jim made a baby right there where that baby is sitting now."
"Eww," Bonnie and Haley groaned in unison and stood up.
"Ma! You ain't never told me that little detail."
"They ain't actually the exact same ones, we've redecorated since then, a couple times."
Bonnie and Haley sat back down.
The air was cleared. I could feel it.
I looked at my gorgeous wife, and she was smiling. So was Haley, and so was June. Rusty still looked, well, concerned.
"Pa, we're all family. Say it," Haley prodded her father.
Rusty nodded his head slowly.
"We're all family, one way or t'other. I reckon that's the most important thing, more than who's having, or had, babies with who.
"There is the matter of Clyde doing something I told him not to..."
"Papa..." Haley interrupted. "Seems you and Ma both let your hormones lead you to do something...forbidden..."
"Liquor had some doing in it, too," Rusty took a turn putting in his penny or two.
"Clyde was the perfect gentleman, Pa. I started it, and he followed."
Rusty's eyes narrowed as he turned them on Bonnie.
"You were there, and didn't try to stop it?"
"No sir. I..."
The memory of our Dad yelling at my sister to call him 'sir' as he was about to spank her for some small infraction ran through my head.
"You ain't never called me 'sir', and there ain't no reason to start now."
Bonnie nodded.
"I wanted to...watch, that first time, and help if I got the chance."
"First time?" Rusty muttered.
June looked at the ceiling, and Haley blushed redder than I'd ever seen her blush.
"This weren't a one-time thing? You two..." Rusty started.
"Three," Bonnie interrupted.
"Three?"
"Us three," Bonnie corrected him, and was now blushing to match Haley.
"Bonnie dear, that may be more information than your Pa...um...Rusty and I need, or want to know."
Bonnie giggled at June's slip of the tongue.
I realized it wasn't so much a slip of the tongue, but the truth. Rusty and June were better parents and loved us, if not more, at the very least, better than our own parents did.
Rusty cleared his throat before continuing. It was obvious he had no intention of disavowing his wife's acknowledgment of their feelings for us.
"You...y'all got no plans to, um...never mind. Are y'all happy?"
"Papa, when I met my brother and sister, the number of people in the world I love, and that love me, doubled. How could we not be happy?"
"That's the important thing, that y'all are happy. Speaking of plans though, what are they?"
"You mean about us...doing it together?" Haley wanted to clarify.
"No," Rusty and June said in unison.
"Fine. I can tell ya if you wanna know," Haley said coyly, "but there's other plans, too.
"I wrote BYU, asking if my acceptance and partial scholarship offer is good for second semester next year. That was my second choice, after all. I ain't heard back, but that was just this week. I'd stay here first semester, since the baby'll be here the middle of first semester. I applied to online University of Phoenix for first semester though, to take a class or two.
"When I get to BYU, I'd fit all my classes in on two days a week, live here and drive up those two days. When I'm at school, the baby'd stay with their Pa, and his wife would look after them while she looks after my baby's...um...cousin? Whatever.
"That's about as far ahead as we've planned."
Rusty just looked at his daughter for a few seconds.
"Who are you and what have you done with my little girl?"
"I'm a woman now, Pa, but I'll always be your little girl."
**
"Hi. How may I help you?" the stocky nurse behind the desk asked as we stepped up.
"I have an appointment. Missus Bonnie Steele. My husband here made the appointment a few days ago."
Bonnie sounded amazingly composed for her first time ever in a doctor's office. I didn't feel anywhere near as calm.
"Have a seat in the waiting room and fill these out," she said as she handed my wife a clipboard. "Thank you for arriving early."
The nurse looked past us to the woman behind us in line. We didn't move.
"I have an appointment, too," Haley informed her, sounding as calm as her sister.
"Oh. I'm sorry. Name?"
"Haley Bonomo, and my boyfriend here made the appointment the same time he made my sister's."
Haley smiled sweetly as the words sank into the nurse's head.
I had no idea she was going to be telling everyone our business, so I, too, was a little surprised, but not as much as the nurse failed to hide.
"I'm a regular patient here, so there shouldn't be any paperwork for me to fill out," she mentioned as the nurse was fumbling with papers and a clipboard, trying to hide her red face, but failing at that too.
"OK, I see that...have a seat, and thanks, you know, for being...arriving. I mean early, arriving early."
We sat down and the girls tried to pretend they weren't giggling. They did a fairly good job of it, mostly.
The staff didn't give us much time, but there wasn't much to put on the forms as far as history goes.
"Bonnie Steele and...Haley Bonomo." a much younger, and less stocky woman in scrubs, standing holding a door open, called into the room a few minutes before Bonnie's scheduled appointment time.
The woman was reading from two files as we followed her down a brightly lit corridor, then into a sparsely furnished office. The room contained only a table with six steel chairs around it.
"Have a seat. I just need a tiny bit of additional information," she smiled at us as she sat down.
"You're sisters?" she asked, without changing her expression.
"Half," Bonnie stated, nodding her head. Haley agreed with a nod of her own.
"Your file doesn't say anything about a sibling, Haley."
"It wasn't something my parents shared with me until recently."
"We like to include everything in your file. Are there more?"
"Nope. Just us."
It wasn't entirely accurate, or it could be. I had a feeling she was being vague intentionally, but was including me in the 'us'.
"You'll understand our, um, confusion. We were told when the appointment was made that the fathers would be here."
"He is," Bonnie shared.
The woman looked at Bonnie, then Haley, and finally at me.
She still hadn't changed her expression. This one was good at hiding any surprise. Or maybe our situation wasn't as unusual as I thought it should be.
"Just to be clear, you're the father of both babies?" she asked, still smiling.
"Yes," Bonnie and Haley answered in unison. I just nodded.
"Your name?"
"Clyde Steele."
"Bonnie is your wife, and Haley is..."
Bonnie said "My sister" at the same time I said "My girlfriend". I was following Haley's cue with my answer.
"Close family?"
"The closest," Bonnie proclaimed with a big smile on her face.
The nurse's eyes sparkled and crinkled up at the corners a little. She looked like she wanted to laugh.
Instead of laughing, she just nodded and wrote something in each of the files in front of her.
"Thank you. Haley, you can wait in the lounge and we'll get you when we're ready for you. Mr. and Mrs. Steele, I'll take you to see the doctor now."
**
Besides the stern lecture from the doctor both girls, and I, got about how important prenatal care is, and they should have seen a doctor long before thirteen weeks, everything went well.
Besides that lecture, and the stern "No" both of them got when they asked if they could ride horses, everything went well.
Their due dates were less than a week apart, and the doctor had given me some kind of look when she told Haley and I her due date.
Bonnie and I made an appointment for three weeks later, for an ultrasound. We could learn what gender the baby was, if we wanted.
Haley and I promised she would make an appointment with a doctor for the same time once she got back to school. The doctor seemed concerned that I wouldn't be there for Haley, but Haley explained she would be moving back to Utah at the end of the school term, and the doctor seemed satisfied with that.
"This is really happening..." Haley whispered into the interior of Rusty's truck as I pulled out of the parking lot to head back to the ranch.
"Yep, we're having babies," Bonnie chirped.
I glanced at Bonnie and then at Haley in the rearview. The had starkly different expressions on their faces.
"I thought telling Ma and Pa would make me less...scared. I ain't."
Bonnie swung around and looked at her sister.
"Haley? You're not thrilled?"
"Hell no. I'm scared shitless."
Bonnie looked at me, and I could see something I hadn't seen in her eyes for a long time, not since she came to the ranch. Sadness.
"What's wrong?" Bonnie asked without looked away from me.
"I didn't come home at Christmas thinking I was gonna get pregnant, or even have the chance, but your brother was too damn pretty, and I'd dreamed of meeting you two damn near all my life. I never thought I'd want him so bad, so I just didn't even think about doing nothing to prevent it.
"But now I'm pregnant. I'm just scared how it's going to turn out."
"I'm sorry Haley."
Bonnie turned and reached into the back seat and clutched her sister's closest hand.
"Ain't your fault. It's mine, and your brother's for being such a gorgeous hunk of meat," Haley almost smiled at me.
"I didn't ever think...I mean, I was concentrating on trying to getting pregnant, and it was taking so long. I just never considered that you might get pregnant, or that you might not want to. It just never even occurred to me."
"Bonnie?" I interrupted. "You wanted to get pregnant?"
"Sorry. I guess we never really talked about it..."
"We never talked about it period, there's no 'really' about it."
"Clyde Steele, you're not trying to tell me you didn't want to make a baby with me. Don't try to tell that lie."
I tried, I tried really hard, to get mad at my sister, but she was right. She knew what I wanted. She always knew what I wanted, even when we didn't talk about it, so I just sighed loudly.
Bonnie turned to Haley.
"He wanted a baby."
Haley snorted. She has such a cute snort when she's trying not to laugh.
**
That next week, after Rusty and June took Haley back to the airport, there was some tension between me and Rusty. He made some comments, nothing really outright, but hints. I could almost hear him thinking that I had made a mistake, a huge mistake. I didn't disagree with him. The mistake was not doing what he told me.
On Friday, he called me to meet him at a well near the back of the huge ranch. It wasn't acting right, in his words, and needed some work.
I was moving some of the herd to a different pasture, so I made a beeline for the well, on Stan. That's my horse. I forgot to come up with a name, and when Rusty asked what I wanted to call him, that was the first thing that came to my mind.
The other guys had horses named Fireball, Trigger, and Bucky, and I had Stan. Rusty asked why I didn't like my horse enough to give him a decent name. I knew Stan liked his name though.
When we got ready to ride out in the mornings, the other guys would whistle and call their horses' names. Even if some of the guys weren't gonna ride that day, their horses would prick up their ears at the first whistle.
Not Stan. He'd kind of look over, and see if I was there. If I was, I could see his muscles bunch up, ready to run, but wouldn't move until I called his name, and then he'd jump and race to me.
First time he did that, I was so scared I got ready to run, or dodge, or get bowled over, but he skidded to a stop, tossed his head and shook it, then whinnied before he nuzzled my shoulder and neck.
He loved to run. He'd run unless I held him back. I didn't hold him back today. It wasn't gonna be a long run, and I let him go as fast as he wanted to.
We came over the rise at a full run, my hat in one hand, the other gripping the reins. I didn't see the well where I thought it was, but Stan was already turning in a gentle curve to the left. Then I saw the well, with Rusty's truck parked beside it. Stan's curve would take us right to it.
Stan danced to a stop a few yards from Rusty, then snorted a few times in greeting.
"Clyde, that horse is gonna kill you one day. Or you're gonna kill him."
"I didn't ask him to run. I just pointed him in the right direction and let him go. He chose how much gas to give it."
"I didn't need no help with this, but we should talk."
I nodded.
"And this is just something needing said between us."
"Rusty, I know you're not too pleased with me..."
"Clyde, I know my daughter. She's bull headed, and woulda made your life miserable...um...maybe not miserable, but she woulda got what she wanted. She wanted you.
"You coulda put up a little bit of a fight though..."
"It was two against one."
Rusty glanced over my shoulder. I followed his look.
Stan was just over my shoulder, ears pointed at the sky, staring at Rusty.
He snorted once, but it wasn't his greeting snort, then tossed his head.
I ran my palm across the velvety part of his snout.
"Stan, let us talk."
He took a step forward, dropped his chin over my shoulder and rubbed his neck on the side of my face.
I rubbed his nose again before he stepped back and dropped his head to graze.
"First male foal he sires is mine. OK?"
"He's your horse..."
"Not anymore, kid. That horse ain't never gonna be anybody's but yours."
I could feel my face form a questioning look.
"You don't believe me? Watch."
Rusty walked over to Stan and patted his neck. Stan shook his head, but didn't raise it from the grass. Rusty grasped the saddle horn and raised a foot toward the stirrup and Stan side-stepped away from Rusty without raising his head.
Rusty turned and looked at me before he moved to Stan and tried again. This time Stan skittered away from him, but further than the first time.
Rusty stayed after him, but when he got close, Stan jumped away and trotted over to me.
"That horse ain't nobody but yours. You can pay me for him with his first male foal."
"Sounds fair enough. It's a deal."
Rusty was a little out of breath from chasing Stan, but when he got back to me, he looked hard in my eyes.
"How's it feel, now that you made your first horse trade?"
"It feels good, Rusty."
He extended his hand, and I shook it.
"Now I got one more deal to propose today."
"I'm all ears."
Rusty looked dead serious as he looked at me for a short second before he spoke.
"You be the best man for those...my girls, and the best father for my grand babies, and I won't never hold this thing with you not doing what I told you against you again."
It sounded like a sweet deal to me. It would be easy. Not because I thought it would be easy to be the best man and the best father, and not because it was Rusty that wanted it. It would be easy because it was something I was already determined to do, whatever it took.
I extended my hand, and Rusty shook it.
"Now get back on that slow-poke horse and do some work around here, son."
Stan had wondered off a little, but not so far he couldn't hear us. He stomped his front hooves and snorted a few times.
"Don't we need to fix this pump?"
"All it needs is a fuse. I coulda been home half an hour ago."
I called Stan's name. He trotted to me and stood dead still as I hoisted myself into the saddle. When I looked back at Rusty, he was already headed toward the pump, carrying his toolbox.
I watched for a second as I thought back to that day at the feed store, and how lucky I am that he was there, listening to my job interview.
Apparently Stan was tired of standing there with nothing to do. He shook his head and skittered around a bit, so I clicked my tongue once and had to grab my hat and the saddle horn when he burst into a full run heading back toward the cattle herd.
He loved to run, almost as much as I loved my life.
**
"Clyde?" Bonnie whispered.
I looked up from the row of seeds I was planting. She was looking behind me, and nodded her head in the direction she was looking.
I looked over my shoulder.
Near the top of the rise, almost to the fork in the gravel to either head to the big house or down to us, there was a glint of sun off metal followed by a cloud of dust. It was barely creeping along the road.
"Who's that?" Bonnie continued to whisper.
I didn't know why my wife was whispering. We were outside, in the garden at the back corner of our house. Nobody was around, and whoever was inside the vehicle wouldn't have heard her if she shouted.
"Don't know."
I didn't recognize the vehicle. It was shaped like my Jeep, but it was light colored, white or tan. It was too far away and the dust from the gravel made it hard to see perfectly.
I started to stand up, but Bonnie grabbed my arm and pulled me back down.
We didn't see many strange vehicles on the ranch. Actually, this was the first.
They were moving so slowly that I only noticed they had stopped because the dust cloud caught up with them. They were to the fork, and I guessed they were deciding which fork to take. I was expecting them to head for the big house over the rise, since that was the way the road headed.
"They're coming this way!" Bonnie hissed as she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the back door. She was crouching down as she moved, and I copied her.
She closed the door behind us, and locked it.
"Bonnie..."
"Shush."
"They can't hear us."
Bonnie looked sternly at me, then laughed.
"I know, but who are they?"
"Don't know."
Bonnie took her wide-brimmed straw hat off and put it on the kitchen counter, then pulled her gloves off and laid them across the crown of her hat.
"Come on," she ordered and pulled me to the living room by way of the front door, which she checked to make sure was locked.
We were peering through the tiny opening between the window frame and the curtain, watching the vehicle crawl it's way toward us.
"This is pretty boring, Bonnie."
She just squeezed my hand without looking away.
All I could hear was the crunch of gravel under the vehicle's large tires as it came to a stop directly in front of our gate.
It was huge. I guessed it was twice as big as my Jeep, and all white and chrome, except for the windows. They were pitch black and seemed to suck the Sun light out of the air around them.
"I think somebody's inside."
"I hope so, Bonnie," I chuckled.
"Shut up," Bonnie giggled. "I just meant I can't see anything inside."
We watched in silence for a minute. Then another minute passed.
"Maybe I was wrong. Maybe nobody's inside."
Just then the driver's door opened.
"Oh!" Bonnie whispered.
I still thought they couldn't have heard us, but didn't mention that fact to my sister.
Again, we waited. We couldn't see inside still. We were at the wrong angle and the door blocked our view.
"Look!" Bonnie growled when a solitary foot dangled below the bottom of the door. It was still a good ways from the ground.
The foot was in a black, open-toed shoe, and that shoe had the longest, skinniest heel I'd ever seen, outside of a magazine. I could see two toes, each with a bright red nail on the end, and a narrow swatch of pale skin between the shoe and the cuff of a black pant leg.
"Haley?" Bonnie asked.
"Haley has a tan. That leg is as white as yours."
The foot started to move, and seemed to be searching for something. Maybe the ground.
That foot was joined by a second, matching foot, red toe nails and all.
"Just get out already." Bonnie growled.
As if they were listening to Bonnie, the feet dropped to the ground, but that was still the only thing I could see of the person they belonged to. The rest of them was hidden by the door of the vehicle still.
I could only see the toes and a little tiny bit of the bottom of the heel under the black pant legs, which seemed to have been cut to the perfect length the rest on the top of the shoes without bending the perfect crease that ran up the front of them.
"Oh come on!" Bonnie moaned in frustration.
I had to stifle a chuckle.
First one, then the second foot turned on the gravel to point underneath the vehicle. The black pants moved against the back of the legs. She must have been doing something inside the vehicle.
"Geez,"
The feet turned partway back toward the house, pointing toward the front of the vehicle.
"Look!" Bonnie growled.
There was a small, delicate hand on the outside edge of the door. Each finger was adorned with a red fingernail that matched the toes, and there were three rings on different fingers, and a gold bracelet on the wrist.
A woman backed out from behind the vehicle's door and pushed it closed. There was only a whisper of a sound as it closed.
"Oh come on!" Bonnie groaned as the woman stood motionless with her back to us.
Her hair was pulled back and fastened with a piece of gold jewelry behind her head, and the ends almost reached the collar of the white, billowy blouse tucked into her black pants. I could see the outline of bra straps across her narrow back as the breeze pushed her blouse against her.
She was a petite woman, and her hair looked pink.
After a few seconds, she slowly turned to face the house.
"Finally," Bonnie sighed. "Who is that?"
I just shrugged.
Her hair was cut in bangs across their eyebrows and she was wearing dark sunglasses that covered at least half her face. She was wearing red lipstick, but that was all I could really make out of her face.
She raised her hand to shade her eyes from the Sun as she surveyed the house, and was holding a small black purse in the other.
I hadn't thought of my old friends, the magazine girls, for a long time. I did now though, and even more as she strode to the gate.
Her heels clicked on the concrete as she closed the gate behind her. Now closer, I could see she didn't have pink hair. It was mixed in equal parts, red and gray.
I couldn't see her very well anymore when she approached our front door.
We both jumped a little when the knock echoed through the house.
"Clyde?" Bonnie whispered.
I didn't even reply to my wife. I just tiptoed to the door with Bonnie close behind.
I opened the door, but Bonnie stopped it from opening further than a foot.
"Hi. I'm looking for Clyde Steele," the stranger announced. She was cupping one hand over her eyes again, and looked like she was trying to peer inside.
"He's supposed to work on this ranch."
The door opened wider, and I felt my sister push me out.
I stepped outside, and the woman took a step backwards and slowly removed her sunglasses.
"Clyde..." she barely whispered.
I looked in her eyes, and watched as they filled and a single tear ran down over her freckled cheek.
Pictures of Bonnie, and Haley, and my dad ran through my mind.
I was looking at all of their eyes. Her eyes were older, older than even Dad's, but they were definitely the same eyes we all had.
I heard a gasp from behind me as Bonnie clutched my hand.
"Bonnie? Oh my god..." the woman moaned. Tears were running down both of her cheeks and she looked from Bonnie to me and back.
Neither Bonnie nor I spoke.
"I'm Amanda...Amanda Steele."
Her purse dropped to the concrete beside her.
"I'm your grandmother."
We didn't move, even when she was hugging us.
Dad and Mom told us they died, all of our grandparents, before we were born.
"My grand babies...are all grown up."
She was gripping my shoulder, and looking back and forth between Bonnie and me.
"Can I come in?"
We stepped apart, and she, our grandmother, walked between us into our house.
Bonnie looked at me and mouthed "Oh my god".
Amanda, I had decided that's what I would call her, was standing shaking her head a few feet inside the door, looking at us.
"Would you like to sit down?" Bonnie asked her.
Amanda went to the living room and sat in one of the arm chairs, and smoothed her pants before crossing her legs.
I was struggling with wrapping my head around this...this whatever it was. I couldn't imagine she was the mother of my dad. She obviously was from a different world than ours. Coiffed hair, makeup, jewelry at her ears and neck, wrists and fingers. She looked like an older version of my magazine girls.
But she talked like us. She definitely looked like us.
"Can I get you anything...Grandma? Water, ice tea, koolaide? I can make black cherry, fruit punch, or grape," Bonnie asked her.
"Ice water, with lemon if you have it, unless you have something stronger. I'm feeling that might be called for."
"We don't...we're not old enough for anything stronger."
"Oh my, I forgot. You're only nineteen. I'm sorry. Water is fine."
Bonnie made some kind of face at me on her way to the kitchen, but returned quickly with a glass of water with ice, no lemon.
"Sorry, we're out of lemon."
"That's fine, sweetheart. Thank you."
She leaned forward and glanced around the coffee table before settling the glass on her knee.
"I imagined this would be different...but it took so long to find you, I don't know what to say."
Bonnie had sat down on the couch next to me, and was holding my hand.
"We didn't know you...that you, um, were alive," I told her.
"I wondered how...what they would tell you."
"Are there others? More relatives? What about mom's side?"
Amanda's smile seemed to be a sad one.
"My husband, your grandfather, was twenty years older than I. He would be eighty-three now, but he passed away three years ago. I wish he could have lived to find you. We spent so much time, so many years looking for you.
"My twin brother died before you were born in an airliner crash. He and his wife had only been married a year, and didn't have any children."
"Grandma, what about Mom's family?" Bonnie asked. Plead really.
"Your parents were only sixteen when your mother got pregnant, and barely past seventeen when you were born. Your grandfather and I were furious. Hurt and furious. And worried. We went through a whole gamut of emotions.
"He was insisting that they give you up for adoption. Your parents were...um, so young. He thought it would be best for you, and for your parents.
"I didn't know what I thought. I didn't think I wanted to lose your parents or you. Of course, you weren't born yet, but you would be.
"When you were born, your parents were still insisting they were going to keep you. Your grandfather was angry, and said some things he didn't really mean. Your father told him to leave and cool off, that they didn't want to see him until they came home from the hospital."
I didn't see how this story was following from Bonnie's question, but I wanted to hear it.
"They didn't come home the next day though, so we went to the hospital the following morning. Your grandfather was going to apologize. I had convinced him that we would help. They could finish high school, go to college. We would help raise you.
"They had left the hospital when they were supposed to. They hadn't come home. They just disappeared, and me and my husband, until he died, looked for you."
"You looked for us all this time?" I asked her, being reminded our own parents hadn't looked for us at all in the seven months since we had left, and they knew where we are.
"Very hard, at first. Over the months, then years, I didn't spend so much time, but I never gave up. Then two weeks ago, I found Clyde, and a picture of him on the website for Bonomo Ranch.
"I arranged my schedule and flew out here from Indianapolis as soon as I could."
I guessed that explained why Bonnie and I, and Dad and Mom talk like the people at Haley's school instead of like Rusty, June, and Haley. And all the other people we talked to in Utah. Illinois is right next to Indiana.
"But Grandma, what about Mom's family?" Bonnie sounded anxious as she begged.
"Bonnie, sweetheart, our family is full of twins. My grandmother, my mother, me, we're all twins, just like you and Clyde.
"Your parents are twins."
"Oh! Clyde! That means we have aunts or uncles, maybe cousins."
I looked at Amanda. She was on the verge of more tears.
Bonnie didn't understand.
"Bonnie, Dad and Mom are twins...with each other, like us."
**
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