Katie and Christine were the first to appear, the latter looking rather flushed but satisfied with life. As for her twin sister, she probably looked a little smug. Hannah chuckled at the look on her face. “What?” Katie asked.
“Christine enjoy herself?”
“Well, I’m pretty good at using the strap-on now. You don’t make any complaints.”
“I love it when you make love to me, Katie,” she whispered, “We’re closer than most sisters, but when we’re like that, and you’re making love to me… It’s almost the same feelings as I have when I’m with daddy.”
Katie took her hand and kissed her. “I feel exactly the same way, Hannah. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Um… You two need a minute?” Christine asked. It led to chuckles as the sisters shared a long hug before Hannah started on preparing dinner. She’d spent the last few months gathering recipes she’d like to try cooking, not wanting to just throw something in an over to cook for an hour. Thankfully, she did spend more and more time with her father as he made dinner, but he’d admit that, a lot of the time, being as busy as he was, it had to be simple but filling and nutritious at the same time.
He appeared with Sofia not long before dinner was ready, her friend unable to stop smiling. Everyone now dressed, and her father had a look in his eyes that said ‘No more today or tonight.’ She kissed his cheek and asked him to set the table. “Yes, ma’am,” he joked, saluting before he prepared the table.
After dinner, her father asked if Sofia and Christine would be staying the night, though he admitted it had been a long day and he was only going to be looking for some company that night to sleep. Hannah was surprised when everyone just looked at her. “Well, once you’re pregnant, Hannah, the agreement is you’ll spend more time in bed with him. You’ll be having a baby!” her sister explained.
She noticed her father grin before she needed to hug her friends and sister in thanks. Adjourning to the living room like most evenings, her father was content reading as always, the five girls chatting away happily, the television on providing background noise at most. Hannah didn’t want to say too much about her agreement made with her father, but she knew it would be a topic of conversation over the coming weeks.
As her father was back at work the next day, he eventually announced he was going to bed, Hannah getting to her feet as he circled the room, hugs and kisses being shared, noticing that Katie enjoyed a very long and sensual kiss, which no-one was surprised by. “Goodnight, Daddy,” she whispered, “I love you so much.”
“Goodnight, sweetie. I love you just as much. See you in the morning at breakfast.”
Hannah followed her father into his bedroom. As soon as he shut the door, she leapt on him, making him laugh out loud as he fell onto the bed, Hannah rubbing herself against his crotch. “I’m a horny little girl, Daddy,” she whispered into his ear, “I bet I can get your big cock nice and hard for me very quickly.”
“Sweetheart, I will always be hard for you. It’s more a case of being a little tired. But if you want to cum, I certainly have other ways and means than just what’s between my legs.”
“You’ll eat my horny little pussy?”
“You don’t even have to ask, sweetheart.”
Undressing each other as they made out, her father proved she definitely had plenty of experience of her body. By the time he was done with her later that evening, she wasn’t worried about him sliding his cock into her for a second, left a heavy breathing, damp across her body, exhausted young woman. Her father needed to carry her into the bathroom so they could shower, barely able to stand upright, her legs were so weak.
She was fast asleep before he’d even settled next to her once they were back in bed.
*****
Mark
Picking up the phone, I looked at the screen and sighed before I pressed the answer button. “Hello, Claire.”
“Hello, Mark. Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Claire.” Taking another deep breath, I figured there was no harm in being polite, and after the last phone call, I didn’t really want to argue with her. I wasn’t dumb to know the last call would have left her hurting. I did regret it, at least a little bit. “How can I help?”
I think the fact I was polite surprised her for a moment. “I know Hannah and Katie don’t want to talk to me, want nothing to do with me anymore, but… It’s their birthday this week and I just wanted to hear their voices. I know they hate me but I can’t help but love them, Mark.”
“Claire, they don’t want to talk to you. They made their feelings clear last time. I know they were harsh with you at times, but they were simply expressing their feelings, and being blunt, I don’t think you realised how much you hurt them with what you did, not only to me, but to our family.” Pausing, I added, “Have you given birth?”
“Last month. A healthy baby boy.” Silence before she added, “I’m not expecting any sort of congratulations.”
“No, I wouldn’t expect that but, well, I’m glad to hear he’s healthy and that you’re happy.”
“Thank you, Mark. I didn’t even expect to hear that from you.”
I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. I didn’t really want to talk to her but I’d at least try and humour her. No harm in being polite, even to the woman who tore my heart into pieces. “Look, Claire, the best I can do is pass on your birthday wishes, but I would have thought the last conversation you had with them made their feelings rather clear. They’re nineteen in a couple of days and have chosen to have no contact with you. You’re not the first mother to find herself with no contact with their children for something you did, and you won’t be the last. They were right in a way. You have your new husband. You now have a child together. Focus on them and forget about us. We’ve simply got on with our lives the past five years.”
“Can you ever forgive me? That might help.”
“No, Claire. I don’t hate you any longer and I’m no longer bitter about how everything went down. Those sort of feelings disappeared long ago. I guess the way to describe my feelings is of indifference. But I won’t forgive you nor ever forget what you did to me and to our family. I’m not giving you that sort of solace. You want forgiveness, go to church and pray to the man in the clouds. The only decent thing you did during all that time was not contest the divorce nor the fact I wanted full custody of my daughters. I will thank you for that, at least, as you proved to have a shred of decency after everything else you did or tried to do to us.”
“I don’t want to give up on them, Mark. I’m their mother. I still love them even if they hate me.”
“Claire, I know at heart that you do love them, but there is also so much I could say right now about this apparent love for them, but honestly, I don’t want to argue with you. And, being blunt, I don’t really want to be sat here talking to you either. But I don’t want to be an arsehole, so what I’ll do is pass on your birthday wishes. I’ll also let them know you’ve given birth. Anything else is in their hands. I wouldn’t hold your breath though. I know you’re regretting a lot of things right now but I don’t want to argue with you either. Just leave it in their hands for the moment. Give it time, that’s the only thing I can suggest you do.”
“Okay, that’s as much as I can hope for. Mark… I am sorry for everything.”
“I’m know you are, Claire. I think we both have regrets about everything that happened, but it’s too late to worry about most of it. But it’s been five years. We’ve all moved on. Sounds like you’re happy, and if you are, then I will wish you the best.”
“Thank you, Mark. And you?”
“I’m in a much better place too, Claire. I’ve let go of all the negative feelings, but I have no interest in any sort of relationship with you, particularly as our children are now of age. Yes, we share that bond with our children, but that’s it, in my eyes.”
“Our children?”
“They are our children, Claire. And Hannah and Katie have been happy with their lives for years. Do I regret how things went down a while ago during that phone call? Perhaps a little bit. They were harsh, but then again, they were giving opinions they’d kept to themselves the entire time. Sometimes, the truth hurts.”
“I know I hurt them as much as I hurt you, Mark. And it’s taken me a long time to realise that. I just want them to be happy, but I’m still their mother and want to be part of their lives. But if they truly wish to continue having no contact with me…”
“At the end of the day, it is their happiness which is what matters and that is what should be most important to both of us. But you trying to disrespect their wishes by continuing to try and contact them, when they’ve been explicit about not wanting any with you, won’t help facilitate any possible future relationship. Give them time, Claire. I won’t tell them what to do either way. Choosing to talk to you or not is entirely their decision.”
“Okay, I’ll leave you alone, Mark. Please tell my daughters I love them and hope, one day… I just hope, Mark.”
“I think we all live in hope, Claire. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Goodbye, Mark.”
Hanging up the phone, I stared at the screen for a few seconds in silence. Getting to my feet, I walked outside to where my daughters and friends were hanging out. They fell silent as I probably looked a little miffed. I’d been polite and even conciliatory during the phone call, as I could empathise with how she felt ostracised from our daughters, but there was a limit to that sympathy as she was the one who destroyed our family. She was just living with the consequences of her actions. Just because she was feeling sorry for herself didn’t oblige any of us to forgive and forget.
“Shit,” Hannah muttered, “She called, didn’t she?”
Nodding, I replied, “Your mother sends her birthday wishes. And she gave birth last month.”
Hannah shrugged, keeping silent. Meeting my eyes, she seemed dispassionate, which I preferred over anger or tears. “Okay, thanks for telling us, Dad,” Katie said. Her tone told me everything I needed to know, “Hannah and I do discuss it from time to time, keeping up the agreement of whether to maintain no contact with her or not.”
“I want nothing to do with her,” Hannah muttered. I think the anger had long left her after that last phone call. All that remained was a broken heart, a reminder that she was still a young woman who had seen her mother choose her lover over her family.
“Are you okay?” Katie asked.
“To be honest, I don’t know how to feel. Frankly, I’m surprised that she just won’t take the hint and just stop making contact as you did make your feelings perfectly clear last time. But I also don’t want to block her entirely, just in case either of you has a change of heart. As I just said, she is your mother and I can understand why she is trying. I’ll give her credit; she hasn’t given up. But I won’t tell either of you what to do.”
“And the fact she’s had a kid?”