Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Disclaimer: All characters in this story are eighteen years of age or more, and are fictitious.
Blindsided by My Babies I
Today
To say Justin didn't see it coming would be a gross understatement. His daughter Megan had just come home for summer break before her last year of college. She'd stayed at school, taking classes the past two summers, and hadn't been home since she left for college the summer following high school graduation.
Justin had no idea why she decided to spend the summer at home this year. Her sister Jessica was a senior in high school and still living at home with him. Jess's graduation was about two weeks away and she was scheduled to go to UT Austin in September.
Justin knew Megan wasn't happy, he just didn't know why. She hadn't been happy since her mother left when she was thirteen, and Jess was ten. Her mother Peggy had been cheating on him almost from the beginning of their marriage, but when Justin found out after fifteen years and confronted her about it, she just left; disappeared without any notice, and he hadn't heard from her in the ten years since. After a couple of years passed, he had an associate at his law firm get him a missing persons divorce, and as far as he knew she could be dead. She'd never acknowledged the divorce, and the only thing he missed about her was the sex. She was a demanding and talented bed partner, but not much of a companion otherwise.
He'd tried over the years to talk to Megan about his disappointment with her mother, but it seemed she blamed him for her loss. The only thing she'd told Justin was that her mother had abandoned them because he wasn't good enough for her. It seemed she thought it was all his fault she didn't have a mother to talk to and help her become a woman, but she wouldn't be specific as to just how he wasn't good enough.
He'd tried to explain about Peg's infidelity but she wasn't interested. She said that wasn't a good enough reason to deprive her and Jess of a mother. It didn't take long for him to figure out that all she wanted from him was to support her financially and leave her alone otherwise. She'd helped around the house and was civil enough, but it seemed she didn't have any affection for anyone. She didn't even want to associate with her sister Jess.
Justin couldn't find out anything about her personal life before she went to college. She didn't seem to have any friends, male or female. She didn't go out much, and when she did, she didn't give even a hint of where she went or what she did. He'd considered hiring a private detective to find out what she did with her time, but he never did.
After she went away to college, she didn't write or call except to demand money. She'd never say what she needed the money for and she wouldn't even come home for holidays. Then she showed up the summer before her senior year. She just arrived at the front door about ten o'clock on a Thursday night, toward the end of May, with a suitcase in her hand. She had to ring the doorbell because she'd long ago lost her key to the front door.
Justin was stunned to see it was her. She stepped in, gave him a kiss and a hug like nothing had ever been wrong. She just said, "Hello Daddy." He wanted to ask her why she'd decided to come home but he was afraid she'd think any questions were cross examination, and he knew she'd driven all the way from Dallas and was tired, so he just said, "Hello Meg, I'm glad to see you," and let it drop at that.
She said, "I'm exhausted from the drive, would it be ok if I just went on to bed? We can talk in the morning."
Justin said "Sure Meg, if that's what you want."
"Is my old bedroom still available?"
"Just like you left it. Is there anything you need from your car?"
"It can wait till tomorrow," she said. "Goodnight." And she went up the stairs like she'd never been gone.
The Bombshell
Meg and Justin were in the kitchen, leaning against the granite counter the morning after she arrived home, waiting for his three-minute eggs to cook. What she was wearing displayed her shapely legs and modest perky breasts. He was in his boxer shorts and tee shirt. She asked, "Daddy?"
"Yes Meg."
"Did you sleep with anybody else when you were married to Mom?"
Where the hell did that come from? She hasn't said anything personal to me for ten years. "No, I didn't, but why do you ask now, after all this time?"
"Did you sleep with anybody else before her?"
"Only a prostitute in Mexico once, when I was too young to know any better."
"Did you and Mom have sex before you got married?"
Justin hesitated, about to say it was none of her damned business, when it occurred to him somebody had to start healing the rift between them or they'd never get over what had been wrong for so many years, so he answered her reluctantly, "Yes, we did."
"Am I the reason you got married right after graduation? Tell me the truth Dad, because I'm good at math. I only weighed five pounds when I was born, and although the first child often 'comes early,' June to December is only six months. Was I what kept you from going to college? Did you and Mom have to get married, like in a shotgun wedding?"
"Does it really matter Meg?"
"Only if you want me to stay here this summer. I've got to know you're willing to be straight with me. For a lot of reasons, I've got to know whether you're really my natural father. Are you?"
"All right Meg, I'll be honest with you. I thought so at the time we got married, but some things I've found out since then, have remove it from total certainty in my mind. I think it's most likely that I am, but I can't say absolutely that I'm your natural father. It's like they say in the Jewish culture; nobody can be truly certain who their father is, only who their mother is. Did you ever discuss this with your mother?"
