[JEMMA]

Ramona looked unbelievingly at what was exposed when the bookcase swung open on creaking hinges. There, to her astonished gaze, was revealed her daughter, whose shirt was up around her neck. Her arms were out in front of her like she had pushed the bookcase open. Ramona’s mind did a little dancing twist. Something wasn’t right here. She was finally able to process the information that, despite the fact that both of Debbie’s hands were in plain sight, there was a hand cupping one of her naked breasts and another hand that was down in the opening of her shorts, which were unbuttoned and unzipped!



Ramona reeled as the body behind her daughter moved and a head appeared over Debbie’s shoulder she recognized as Robby. The concept that her son was standing behind her daughter, and that he was feeling her breast and had his hand stuck down her pants was strange enough. The fact that they were in the secret passageway of the Nettleton Mansion made it all surreal. Then, the fact that she was standing topless in the same house, and that her children could see that, flipped some switch in her brain that suggested a light nap might be in order. Consciousness left her, her vision fading into black as she crumpled to the floor.



At first Debbie couldn’t see anything because the sudden light made her pupils slam closed. She knew, though, that Smith and her mother could see her and she was suddenly aware of exactly where Robby’s hands were. She gave a little shriek and slapped at the hand holding her breast, hitting the breast instead, which hurt. Robby’s hand jerked away, though, and she pulled at his other hand, dragging it out of her pants. Her vision began to sharpen about the time her mother’s collapsing body came into focus.

“Mommy!” she screamed, and lurched forward into the room, brushing past Smith as if he didn’t exist.

Robby stumbled forward too as the pressure pushing his back against the wall vanished and he found himself face to face with Smith. Well, perhaps face to face wasn’t the best term, since Smith’s face was turned toward Robby’s mother, who was lying in an boneless pile on the floor. Both men surged as one toward the fallen woman.



By the time they got there Debbie was already kneeling, hovering over her mother’s body, her fingertips touching Ramona’s face as she cried “Mommy! Mommy! What's wrong?”

Smith knelt beside her, moving Ramona’s arms around to a more comfortable position, laying her out on her back.

“I think she has only fainted. Seeing you two was more than she could deal with.” he said, his face beside Debbie’s.

“She looks dead!” wailed Debbie.

“No” said Smith forcefully. “See, she breathes.” He placed his hand flat on their mother’s naked chest, between her breasts. Ramona moaned and her head rolled to one side.

Debbie slapped at Smith’s arm forcefully.

“Get your hands off her!” she yelled. “This is all your fault!”

Smith rocked back on his calves. “Everything is my fault, eh little rabbit?”

“And stop calling me that!” yelled Debbie, turning her pale face up with a horrible grimace.

“What then should I call you?” he asked, not at all disturbed by her anger.

“Help my mother!” demanded Debbie.

“Perhaps you should close your pants before she awakens.” suggested Smith. “I think perhaps seeing your brother’s hands on your beautiful body may have been part of why she is like this.”



The shock of his words hit Debbie as if he’d slapped her. She jumped to her feet and fumbled frantically with her shorts, re-fastening what Robby had undone. Then she tugged at her shirt, pulling it back down to cover her breasts. She was about to shout at the man again when her mother’s hazel eyes opened.

“Debbie?” she said, as if she wasn’t sure it really was her daughter. Then her eyes went to the man beside her. “Bobby?”

“I’m here my sweet.” he said soothingly.

Ramona smiled, still not back to the present completely. A face appeared over her brother’s shoulder, peering down at her anxiously.

“Robby?” she said, her voice dreamlike. Then: “Bobby, why are my children here?”

“I think they’ve been spying on us my darling,” said Smith, as if he were only saying that perhaps it would be good to have tomatoes with supper.

“Spying?” came Ramona’s plaintive reply. Her eyes cleared suddenly. The transition was stark and obvious and astonishing.

“Spying?!” she gasped. She lifted her head and saw her own naked breasts. The magnitude of what was happening penetrated and she rolled over, covering her head with her arms. She began sobbing, her naked shoulders shaking as if she were a rat in a terrier’s jaws.



Debbie’s primary concern, up to that point, had been that she and Robby had been caught, and that her mother would suddenly hate her for what they’d done. That self-centeredness was normal for a teenager, for a human at almost any stage of development. And, when her mother began sobbing, she naturally believed that it was from the disappointment she had just been exposed to. Her mother’s emotion dislodged all her own, and she began to sniffle and cry too. Her anguish grew as she realized that all her secrets were about to be made bare, exposed to the mother she loved. She couldn’t bear keeping them any longer though and she collapsed on top of her mother, sobbing herself and begging for forgiveness. She was crying so hard that she couldn’t make her words intelligible, but she confessed to everything she could think of that she had done to disappoint her mother, begging for forgiveness.

The men watched as the firestorm of emotion swept through the women. Robby felt twinges of guilt, but not anything even close to what his sister was going through. Some of that was because, while he had been caught with his hands in his sister’s pants, he had also caught this other man having sex with his mother. Robby, as the man of the family, acknowledged or not, felt quite a bit of ownership over his mother and had no problem whatsoever interceding for her if he perceived she was in some kind of danger or stress.



On the other hand, he recognized that their mother, being caught as she had been, must feel like she had let her children down. He agreed with that, though he couldn’t articulate why, but he loved her, and his forgiveness for that aspect of things was both sincere and immediate.

The only person present who was not in a Gordian knot of emotional turmoil was Robert Ellsworth Nettleton, who among all of them, was the only person who knew that sooner or later, when all this was sorted out, there would be many more smiles and many fewer tears.

Or so he hoped.

He turned to look at Robby, whose attention was on his mother. This was the first chance Robert had had to really examine the boy. He was a strapping lad, that much was plain, with strong features ... Nettleton features. There were old photographs put away in this house somewhere that, he thought, would look a lot like this boy. The dress in those pictures would be different, of course, but there would be no doubt that this boy was a Nettleton.



He couldn't see much of the girl, hunched over her mother as she was. He had looked at her closely when he had been to their home for that one disastrous meal. She bore some resemblance to her mother, enough that one would guess they were related, but she didn't really look much like Ramona had when she had been that age. Ramona, in those days, had maintained a hunched, banal appearance. She had wanted to blend in, to be overlooked. This girl could not be overlooked. She was fresh and vibrant and beautiful in a way that made a man's pants feel tight. And what a temper she had. Her flashing eyes could cut deep if she wanted them to.

He turned to the boy. "See to your mother," he commanded.

Robby jerked at the tone of command, and flashed a dagger-like look at the man.

"She needs to know you still love her," added Robert.

Robby's eyes widened. "Of course I still love her," he said. "But she probably doesn't love me any more."

"I suspect you are quite wrong in that assumption," said Robert. "That we will see soon enough. But now she needs you."

Robby went and knelt by his mother and sister, placing a hand on Debbie's back and his mother's naked shoulder. Her skin felt warm and smooth, like his sister's.

Robert went to the discarded blouse and picked it up, taking it to stand beside the three members of the Franklin family. He handed it to Robby.



Ramona felt her daughter's body pressing on her back, and her daughter's tears falling on her naked skin. Debbie's litany of, "I'm so sorry, Mommy", said over and over again penetrated her consciousness. She felt surprise, and welcomed it as it displaced a measure of her own shame. That helped her think a bit more clearly, and it suddenly popped into her mind that her daughter ... her children ... were here ... in the mansion ... in the secret passageway she hadn't thought of since that horrible night when her brother had led her through it to hide from the screams.



Her head twisted to the side and she tried to look through her hair, which was stuck to her face by her tears.

"What are you doing here?" she moaned between sobs.

Debbie wasn't in much better shape. She was experiencing a wide range of emotions. There was the anger at Smith, the remnants of the hormones the lust her brother's hand had caused to flood through her as he had stroked her behind the wall, the shame of being caught peeking, the shame of being caught with her brother's hands on her body, the surprise and shock of being exposed in general, and the fear that her mother wouldn't love her any more. They all added up to a condition that almost left her paralyzed, and she couldn't speak clearly. Instead she just clung to her mother.

Robby felt a lot of those emotions too, but they didn't affect him quite as strongly as they did his sister. What bubbled to the surface of his mind was Smith's insistence that his mother needed him. He held out her blouse, dangling it over the pair of women on the floor, but didn't know what to do next.

It was Robert who brought a measure of organization to the chaos that was immobilizing the three Franklins in the room.

"Here!" he said forcefully. "Rami, sit up." His hand went gently to Debbie's shoulder and put pressure on it to get her off her mother's body. She was so upset that she didn't even think to slap at that hated hand, or demand that he remove it. She rose to her knees, exposing her mother's naked back.



"Rami!" said Robert, again, forcefully. "Your son has your blouse."

Ramona brushed her hair away from her face and saw Robby then, the blouse dangling from his hand as he knelt beside her. That blouse would cover her nakedness, and her brain suggested she should get it quickly. She pushed herself off the floor, sitting and exposing her nakedness to her son as she snatched at the garment. He took it back and spread it behind her, as if he were helping her put on a coat and she shrugged into it, pulling it closed across her breasts. Her fingers fumbled at the buttons. She kept her head down, unable to look at either of her children.

"I don't understand," she moaned.

"Things are not as they seem," said Robert. "Things are not as bad as they seem," he restated.

That was such an odd statement that all three of the others turned their faces to stare at him.

"Come" he said. "All of you. We have much to discuss. Then, perhaps you will understand."

He moved toward the door, to lead them out of the bedroom. They hesitated, but, unable to make their own decisions about what to do next, they began to follow him. He led them to the dining room, which had enough chairs for them all and pulled one out for Ramona.

"Sit down," he suggested, and she sank into the chair.

He pulled another one out for Debbie, who balked and stepped away from him.

"Sit!" he commanded.

Debbie looked at Robby, whose face was slack, as if he weren't all there.

"Sit!" thundered Robert.

Debbie sank quickly into the chair and sighed with relief as Smith stepped away from her.

"You too young man" he said. "Sit, and we'll talk."

Finally Debbie's voice was under her control.

"Talk?!" she yelled. "All this has happened and you just want to talk?"

"You wish to know who I am, correct? You wish to know why your mother and I love each other, yes? You have many questions. I think talking is a good thing at this time," he said simply.

Debbie was speechless. It was true that she wanted to know all those things. But his clear offer to answer them was so unsuspected, that she was unprepared to actually ask a question.

"And," he went on smiling. "I think your mother should understand what she just saw, and what I saw earlier today." It was clear, at least to the children, that he was referring to the unconventional relationship Debbie had with Robby.

Debbie slumped, and the fear that had abated returned full force.

Ramona listened to her brother's words, and she was reminded of what she had seen ... her son's hands ... on her daughter's body ... touching her sexually. What had he said about earlier?

"What?" she asked. Her head felt like there was a hive of bees inside it, and she couldn't think because of all the buzzing thoughts that caromed around in her brain. "What happened earlier?"

"I told you I saw them by the fence this afternoon."

Ramona nodded, straining to remember what else he had said.

"They were embracing," he said, and then paused, almost as if he were teasing. "They were kissing."

Debbie's head went down. Robby looked around wildly, as if he were looking for a good place to hide.

The effect this had on Ramona was startling. Her head came up sharply and she brushed her hair from her eyes, which were wide with comprehension, at last.

"Kissing?" she said, almost in a whisper.

"Yes ... kissing," said Robert. "I found it most interesting, my sweet."

"But that means ..." Ramona said.

"That means they are like us," said Robert gently.

That statement didn't make any sense to either of the teens, but there was something in Smith's voice that caused both of them to turn their eyes to him. They said nothing, but just stared.



"I thought about the signs that someone had been in the mansion. The only way they could have gotten in was through the secret ways, so I examined them and found many footprints in the dust. I thought that, if it was your children, they might have used the secret ways to try to spy ... and that they might have seen things they do not understand."

Everyone was still staring at him, captivated by his words.

"And so I set a trap, suspending that picture," he pointed back toward the room they had left, "by a thread that would be broken if anyone used the secret ways. When I saw that you were here, and that the picture had fallen, I suspected I would find the spies behind the wall." He grinned. "It appears I was correct."

Then he quit smiling.

"I think it is time they learned who I am," said the man called Smith.

Even though he was the one talking, both children's eyes went immediately to their mother, who was sitting upright, and looking much less unhappy than they expected her to. While she was not smiling, she was at least composed, and her crying had vanished as if it had never been there except for a slight darkness to her eyes and the shine of tears on her cheeks.

Ramona wiped at that dampness, her eyes going from her son's eyes to her daughter's. She took a breath.

"Children, I'd like to introduce you to my brother ... your uncle ... Robert Nettleton."

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TBC in the next Chapter......