Double Dippin' by Allison Hobbs Read Free Book Online

can help him. I’ll get the trash bags ready.”
    “Miz Holmes,” Shane called and then cracked an impish smile. “Go check out the front of the house.”
    Garbed in a cotton nightgown, robe, and bedroom slippers, Ms. Holmes happily indulged Shane and waddled to the living room. Her slippers flapped loudly as she rushed to see what other surprise Shane had in store for her. Shetightened the sash of her robe and opened the front door. Ms. Holmes shook her head in amazement. The porch and sidewalk, spotlessly clean, gleamed in the early morning sun. “Shane! Boy, you’re something else. The front of this house hasn’t looked this good since the day I bought this place.”
    Ms. Holmes hustled to the kitchen cabinet and pulled out several plastic trash bags. Her heart was warmed by Shane’s initiative. It saddened her, however, that she hadn’t gotten the boys when they were little. Oh, the years she’d wasted trying to help out the parade of unappreciative, fast-behind girls when she could have devoted herself to these two well-behaved and beautiful twin boys who were a pleasure to behold.
    Had she gotten hold of them while they were still young, who knows…maybe they’d think of her as their real mother.
    Oh well, no use crying over spilled milk. She was their foster mother and she’d fight those city people tooth and nail if they ever tried to uproot and remove the boys from her loving Christian home.
    While Shane and Tariq finished up in the backyard, Ms. Holmes went to her bedroom to get dressed. There was a tap on her bedroom door. “Miz Holmes?” Shane called on the other side of the door.
    “What is it, baby?”
    “Do we have any Band-aids?”
    The bedroom door swung open. “What’s wrong? Did you hurt yourself?” Her eyes were big; her voice filled with concern.
    “Just a little nick.” Shane was squeezing his middle finger, trying to keep the blood from spurting.
    “Oh my Lord!” Ms. Holmes rushed Shane into the bathroom and ran cold water over the wound. “It’s not too deep, thank goodness. Well, young man…No more hedge-trimming for you. Sit down.” She nodded toward the side of the bathtub. Shane sat down and Ms. Holmes applied an ointment and carefully covered the cut with three Band-aids.
    Shane watched her work on his finger and then looked up with tear-glistened eyes. “Miz Holmes?”
    “Yes, honey pie?”
    “Can I…” His voice cracked. “Never mind.” He shook his head and then lowered his head self-consciously.
    “What’s wrong, Shane? You can talk to me about anything.” Ms. Holmes lifted Shane’s chin, forcing him to meet her eyes. “I want you to talk to me about whatever is on your mind.”
    “I wanna call you Mom,” Shane blurted and then burst into tears.
    Ms. Holmes instantly sat beside Shane and gathered the crying teenager in her arms. “Of course you can call me Mom. There’s no reason to feel ashamed about needing some motherly love.”
    It felt natural to comfort a distressed child. However, she didn’t realize that her slightly opened robe, partially revealed her triple D-sized bra and exposed talcum-dusted cleavage.
    With his face pressed into his foster mother’s bosom, his tears mingled with talcum powder, the distraught boy was slowly soothed by her womanly softness. When his wandering hand desperately sought and rested upon her enormous cups, Ms. Holmes’s first impulse was to swat his hand away.
    But while her confused mind struggled to accept the gesture as being as innocent as an infant’s flailing arms or a groping two-year-old, Shane stuck his hands beneath her robe and deftly unhooked the back closure of her bra.
    She knew she should push him away, but the boy was in such a peculiar state, Ms. Holmes didn’t think he fully realized what he was doing. Perched on the side of the bathtub, Ms. Holmes sat trance-like while Shane, whimpering and crying, tentatively touched and then began to squeeze her breasts. In a matter of seconds, Shane’s