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Clara shakes her head.
“No, I think she still lives at home. But yeah, Elle’s really something else …”
I turn to look at her.
“Why? Is there something going on at work?”
Clara lets out a peal of laughter.
“Oh no, not at work. It’s just that I think that Elle’s … well, let’s just say she’s sowing her wild oats.”
I stare at my stepdaughter.
“Don’t tell me it’s with someone at Herald.”
“No, no!” my stepdaughter laughs, waving her hands in front of her face. “Not at all. Actually, I think Elle’s with two men, and I think it’s going on in her house.”
That makes me stop washing the dishes altogether, my blue eyes hard.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I ask. “Two men at her house? Is this something we have to report to the police?”
Clara shakes her head.
“No, I don’t think so. Well at least, I hope not. Elle hasn’t come out and said it yet, but I think she’s sleeping with her stepdad and her stepbrother. Both, at once.”
That makes my jaw drop because when the hell did teenage girls get so slutty? I should be appalled, and Iamshocked, but at the same time, to my great shame, I’m turned on.
“Are you kidding me?” I ask in a low voice.
Clara shakes her head, licking the curved spoon now.
“No, I’m not. Again, Elle hasn’t said straight-out who she’s sleeping with, but yeah, I think it’s with the two men of the house. She’s not related to either her stepdad or her stepbrother, and they’re not related to each other either, from what I understand. So it’s sort-of okay, I guess. But still, I need to find out more. I mean, her house is obviously a total den of sin if this is true.”
I merely turn back around again, my cock jerking in my pants.
“Well, teenage girls these days definitely take the cake, don’t they?” I mutter, staring at the suds on my hands. “Fuck.”
Clara merely giggles.
“Just don’t tell anyone because these are my suspicions and I don’t have any concrete proof. But I think Elle’s just sowing her wild oats, that’s all. I mean, she can’t be serious about a relationship with her stepdad and stepbrother, could she? That’s about fifty different shades of wrong. There’s no way the relationship could possibly pass muster.”
I nod.
“Both guys will be thrown in the slammer if the wrong people find out. But fuck. Yeah, this gives new meaning to the phrase ‘sowing her wild oats.’”
Clara is silent behind me for a long moment, and I turn to look at the pretty girl once more. Her pregnant form looks gorgeous as she sits at the table, a weird expression on her face.
“What is it sweetheart? Elle’s not in danger, is she?”
“Oh no, it’s not that,” Clara says quickly. “Elle’s totally fine. If anything, she’s having a great time and loves being with two men.”
I nod, still treading carefully.
“So what is it then?”
Clara takes a deep breath, staring into the ice cream container before lifting her eyes to look at me. For the first time, her gaze is hesitant and she looks almost tentative.
“Well, speaking of sowing wild oats,” she begins in a low voice. “I wanted to come clean with you, Carl.”
