Her skin was a very light olive and her eyes a soft brown. She looked herself in the mirror as Heather straightened her dress. Mom and Jamie had gone out earlier in the day to pick out a new dress. On one hand, I was her son and had no business interfering with her love life; on the other hand, I wasn't about to let my mother's first date in years get ruined because the guy was a creep. "All the same," Mom said, "I'd like to know what you all think. Only Jaime and the twins remained to help Mom get ready. It felt strange to even think, but I hoped Mom got laid. We all watched as they got in his car- he opened the door for her, which was a good sign- and drove off.
She was very slender, almost dainty in appearance, but she had an energy and love for life that no one else I knew could ever match. The last thing I wanted was to exacerbate the situation, especially before I knew what was actually going on. It was always "nothing" and they always, always presented a united front. "Your sisters seem to think that I need to start dating. She stood up, left the room, and slammed her bedroom door behind her. We were all there- Heather, Lisa and Jessica, Jamie, Sam, Me, all helping Mom get ready for her first date in a very long time. It was tight and clung to her body in a way I hadn't really noticed before. He'll be here any minute." She looked at me strangely; I couldn't tell exactly what was in her eyes, but I could see that she had misgivings. We all sat in the living room, most on the couch or chairs taken from the dining room. "I like him," I whispered back, kissing her on the cheek.
But even before I opened the door, I knew that wasn't going to happen. Whatever it was, I'd probably have to referee it sooner or later.
It was a chaotic home- always loud and generally disorganized, but it was our home. If I was going to wade in the middle of that, I had to be ready. I was wearing down; I wasn't sure if they were serious or testing me for some reason, but I could feel my resolve slipping. All that my body knew was that two attractive women were sexually available to me. And then, at the exact same time, their shirts came off. They seemed to speak their own language sometimes, and I was positive that they could communicate without saying a word. Both kept their blonde hair long and, most often, pulled back in a ponytail. Both had the same soft, delicate features framing fiercely intelligence blue eyes. "He'll have to get past Jake," Heather joked, poking in in the chest. Growing up together, there were bound to be occasional dropped towels or bikini malfunctions here and there. After a moment, I realized that I hadn't stopped staring. I thought that Lisa's may have been slightly larger, but decided that illusion was caused when she leaned towards me. Lisa was athletic and outgoing while Jessica was more bookish and somewhat reserved. Lisa's major was "sports medicine" while Jessica's was chemistry. When it came to looks alone, however, the two were indistinguishable. Her hair was long and dark, her eyes deep and calm. "I told you he'd be upset," Jessica fretted, clenching and releasing her fists. They glanced at each other and laughed at the unintended synchronicity. I wouldn't call her short, not to her face anyway, but she certainly wasn't tall. After Dad died, she had taken whatever jobs she could find to care for us kids- most often, a few jobs at a time. She was there to help with schoolwork or attend games and recitals; she always stood up for me when the teachers all said I wasn't cut out for school, even though I knew they were probably right. "We want to do something nice for you; we want to do this," Lisa explained. "Go to bed." If they weren't my sisters, I would have taken the chance all the same.