“I’m going to have to go upstairs,” Nessa was saying, rising from between his legs. “I can’t be walking around in this gown anymore.”
She held the poor shredded garment out to him with a smile; he smiled back, nodding, and remembering his frantic urgency. Suddenly the sweltering details of their last few hours together filled his head, in all their lascivious glory. Perhaps it was natural, after all. He should have felt sick and miserable about what they’d done — but just thinking about it caused him to smile, his prick to twitch.
He rose and they embraced, just he and his naked Nessa. Her arms around his neck, her fleshy tits bulging between them, his soiled crotch rubbing against her belly.
“You’re not going to lie down here agonizing, are you?” she asked softly.
“I don’t know. I’m not sure I can just sleep, if that’s what you mean.”
She sighed in his arms, shivering a little. “Don’t stay up, Dad. And don’t worry about it. I loved every second of it. And I love your dick and I love you. No guilt, okay? For me?”
Neal shook his head, unsure — but his cock, rubbing in its ooze against her firm stomach, began to harden again. She pulled back from him, peering into his eyes, a gorgeous, gratified smile lighting up her features.
She kissed him, her hand closing around the stiffening rod. Within seconds she was on her knees.
December Twenty-eighth
“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, Sherry,” Neal said. “What exactly are you accusing me of?”
“It’s real simple, Neal,” his wife spat, shaking her sleep-tousled head. “Were you playing with me last night?”
“Playing with you how? I can’t even get into your room, you know.”
“You could get through that lock if you wanted to.”
“Oh, don’t flatter yourself, Sherry,” he grumbled, though he hated himself for saying it. “I didn’t pick the lock, nor did I want to. And no, I wasn’t playing with you. I’m not allowed to, remember?”
She was silent a while, weighing his remarks, head in her hands at the table. Her robe was tied crookedly, her eyes bore dark lines beneath them — she looked a mess.
“Look,” she said finally, her voice an unsteady croak. “I . . . I could’ve sworn that someone was with me last night. I thought it was you. It had to be you, Neal!”
“Jesus Christ, Sherry, it was not me! What makes you think it wasn’t a dream or something, anyway?”
“It just . . . didn’t feel like a dream,” she muttered.
“What time was it?”
“I don’t know. It was dark still. I don’t know, I was half asleep.”
“Uh huh. And what did he look like, this guy who was playing with you?”
“Neal, I don’t know! I didn’t get a look at his face. I told you, I was asleep.”
“Okay, Sher — ‘you were asleep’ means ‘it was a dream’! Okay? It was a dream.”
But Sherry, still trying vainly to pin down her thoughts (thoughts? dreams? experiences?) from the night before, just couldn’t accept this. That stone still figure beside her bed, those hands on her body, touching, exploring. Familiar but different, welcome but wrong. She’d felt . . . touched that morning. Not just disoriented, but fondled, molested —
She held up her hands in frustration.
“It didn’t feel like a dream!”
“Yeah, well . . . maybe — and don’t bite my head off –”
“Go on. Say it.”
“Maybe with everything you were on last night, you dreamed a little harder? Maybe you even hallucinated –”
“Oh fuck you, Neal!”
Neal threw up his hands. “Yeah, fuck me, I’m such an asshole. You’re boozing nonstop and popping pills like a groupie or something, but I’m the one who’s being unreasonable.”
He fell silent; she was crying into her hands, her shoulders trembling.
Outside the kitchen door, Vanessa bit her lip, shook her head.
“Josh, you son-of-a-bitch,” she whispered.
***
“Hey!” she said, prodding him hard. “Hey! Wake up, dammit!”
Her brother stirred a little, rolled over. He grinned at her toothily.
“Mmm,” he groaned sleepily. “Curbside service — now that’s more like it.”
“What did you do?” she said sharply.
“What did I do? What the fuck are –”
“To Mom. What did you do?”
“Nothing. To Mom? What are you talking about –”
“Bullshit, nothing! You snuck into her room, didn’t you?”
Josh waved his arms about mockingly, said in a girly voice: “Oh, I didn’t do anything with Daddy, Josh! I just slept with him tuz I was sooo told!”
“God damn it, you fucker –” She hammered at him several times, hurting her wrist against his hard shoulder. Grinning, he grabbed her hands in his stronger ones, planted a kiss on her lips while she squirmed. She broke away after kicking his shins and leapt back against the door.
“Don’t even think about it, you asshole!” she snarled. “Tell me what you did.”
Her brother shrugged and lay back on the bed again, casually crossing one leg over the other.
“I just paid her a little visit, that’s all. Nothing serious.”
“You didn’t.”
He laughed at her. “Okay, I didn’t. You’re the one making accusations, sweetheart.”
“Josh, you went and messed with her last night? For real?”
“I just told you I did.”
“And did she know it? Did she wake up, did she recognize you –”
“Are you kidding? The way she’s been tripping lately? I coulda buttfucked her and she wouldn’t have known it.” He stroked his cock through his briefs carelessly.”Mom keeps on trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, into the futuuure . . . ”
“Well, she’s downstairs telling Dad about it right now, smartass,” said Vanessa.
He stopped singing.
“No kidding? What’s she say?”
“That someone was playing with her last night. She thought it was Dad at first. Now she’s crying about it.”
“Aw, shit. I didn’t mean to make her cry. Hell, I thought she was liking it.”
“You’re such a selfish ass, Josh.”
“Oh yeah, I’m terrible. Of course, we both know it couldn’t have been Dad playing with her cuz Dad was playing with you, wasn’t he?”
“Fuck you.”
“Wasn’t he? Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He lay back again and pulled out his cock, stroking it languidly. “She looks pretty good naked, you know? Not as good as you, baby, but then she’s got twenty years on you. She’s got nice big titties, big nipples like you. Waaay hairy pussy.”
“Josh, I did not come up her to watch you jack off! Just promise me you won’t mess with her again.”
“I’m not promising you shit. Here, you want me to promise something?” He waved his hardening dick in her direction. “Come lick this and I promise not to mess with her again.”
“Oh, you fucking wish.”
He shrugged.
“‘Kay. I’ll just have to drop by again tonight, then.”
Vanessa clung to the door, frustrated at her powerlessness. Her brother ignored her, went back to stroking himself. Finally she left.
***
Neal caught up with her that afternoon when she was getting out of the shower. He knocked softly and said “It’s me,” and she let him in as quietly as she could. Once the door was closed he was all over her, touching and stroking her body through the towel, kissing her deep and passionately. His kisses, his groping hands, his energy swiftly awakened her sex, and she felt her knees weaken beneath her. Still, she knew it was too risky at this time of day, and she eventually succeeded in holding him at arm’s length.
“Where’s everyone else?” she whispered.
“They’re in the kitchen, playing Checkers. At least Josh is playing; your mother’s just kinda there.”
“You better get back down — one of them might come looking for you.”
“I know, baby, but I had to see you,” he said, reaching out to stroke her breasts. “I’ve been dying to be with you all day.”
“Oh God, I know, Daddy — me too. But you can’t stay in here. We could never explain it — we might get caught.”
“I know. Here, just let me have a quick suck –”
She lowered her towel obediently and he sucked a nipple into his mouth, stooping, while she stroked his hair.
“Oh shit,” she whispered. “You’re getting me wet . . . ”
“Mmm . . . you smell nice,” he mumbled contentedly.
“Mmmf, aw shit! — Daddy — you gotta go! Someone might –”
BAM! BAM! BAM!
A huge knocking at the door, inches away from them. Vanessa’s blood froze, while her father straightened so quickly his back popped.
“Hey Ness, is Dad in there?” came Josh’s voice.
The two of them stared at each other, Neal’s face a mask of panic.
“Um — no. I’m taking a shower,” she replied.
“Oh, okay. Well, tell him the power just came back on.”
The sounds of his steps down the hall — sounds they hadn’t heard somehow when he came to the door. Her father’s face was full of troubled questions, terrified conclusions. Vanessa tried to make light of it, flicking on the switch to light the room.
“Yay,” she said, smiling lamely.
“He — how did he know –” Neal tried to say.
“Hurry up and get downstairs,” she ordered, kissing him dismissively. “We’ll get together later. I promise.”
She rushed her father out the door and locked it, stood for a while in front of the heater vent, now pouring out warmth for the first time in days.
That fucker, Josh. He was playing mean and he was playing dirty. He obviously didn’t care what happened, as long as he got his.
“Stupid mother fucker,” she said aloud — and then she swallowed hard as the words sunk in. If she didn’t do something fast, that’s exactly what he would be.