This is the last chapter of the adventures of Jake & Darby and Nate & Nora. This is the longest installment, and to fully follow everything, you might want to read the first three chapters. Oh, this time, there is a little pee. Sorry, it was an accident.
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This is a work of fiction. All people, places, and things described are imaginary and do not represent real places, persons, or events. All characters in this story are over the age of 18 years.
Ask Me if I'm Ready Pt. 4 -- The Cruise
"Today? Like, starting now? Right NOW?! Are you serious? I mean, the cruise is over two weeks from now! Come on, dad, tell the truth... you're messin' with me, right?" Darby Steele looked at her father, Jake Steele as if he had just sprouted a second head. Maybe he had, and that head was responsible for this utterly stupid idea.
"Yes, baby, I'm serious. It would make the wedding night extra-special, don't you think?" replied her father, Jake Steele. A year and half ago, Darby's mother had been caught cheating on Jake with, as it turned out, a series of young men. Jake, having no appetite for forgiveness, had promptly ended the marriage. She was rumored to have moved back to Mississippi, but they weren't sure. She hadn't been heard from since. Darby, who'd always been very close to her father, took that opportunity to become even closer; after a slow campaign of seduction and titillation, Darby succeeded in transitioning from 'daughter' to 'lover,' and most recently, to 'fiancé.' She and Jake had been romantically involved since last Christmas. Their love had grown stronger and more committed every day. And the sexual part of their relationship was beyond amazing.
The first time they made love, Darby had been a virgin. Jake was a generous and skillful lover, and Darby avoided the usual virgin trap of a horrible first sexual encounter at the hands of a clumsy, unskilled and impatient lover. Instead, Jake had given her a near-religious sexual experience with multiple orgasms resulting in, at one point, her passing out. Their compatibility had only grown in the last year they'd been together. Darby loved her father deeply, and she also greatly cherished the physical part of their lives together. That's why she was so upset right now.
"'Extra special?!' I'm your daughter! You're my father! We've been sleeping together for a year, and now we're getting married! How many more toppings do you need on this little ice-cream sundae of sin?!" Darby shot back.
"Baby, why wouldn't you want to do this for me?" pleaded Jake.
"Because I love you, I love sex with you, you're here and can provide me with said sex. Why the hell would I want to do without it for two weeks just to pretend I'm a virgin again on our wedding night? That's crazy! And let me guess... Nate's presenting this same dumbass idea to Nora as we speak, right?" Darby looked pissed, and Jake was beginning to worry.
"Well... yeah. We thought tha—"
"I don't care what you thought. It's not happening, we are not waiting two more weeks to make love. Believe me, our wedding night will be plenty special. Nope. Not. Gonna. Do it," Darby announced with finality.
Jake put his foot down. "Yes we are. You can't make me have sex with you!" he declared.
"Hahahahahahahahahah! Omigod, hahahahahahahahahah! Daddy, stop it! That's too funny! Hahahahahahahah! Wait, wait, wait," Darby tried to stop laughing and speak. "My sweet, sweet, darling daddy, I love you more than life itself, and I can't wait to be your wife. And because of all that, please know, I absolutely can."
Jake mumbled to himself like a chastised child, barley intelligible, "I can resist you. Can't make me..."
Darby hugged her dad and kissed him gently on the lips, "We'll see." She walked out of the room, grabbing her phone on the way out.
Her phone rang as she was about to call Nora Rochester, her best friend and co-conspirator. Nora was in a similar relationship with her dad, and the two couples were each other's best friends in the world. Because they were in the same kind of relationship, they were gratified to have someone they could truly use as a sounding board; someone they could talk to honestly about, well anything, but especially their forbidden relationships. Darby looked at the phone, and it was Nora calling.
No greeting, no, 'hello,' Nora launched with, "Did he say that stupid-ass shit to you?! Are you fucking kidding me?! What the fuck?! What the actual fuck?!"
"I KNOW!" agreed Darby. "You get me hooked on it and then tell me you wanna wait for two weeks to make it 'special?'" Darby said the word 'special' with a heaping amount of venom. "But don't worry, girl. I already have a plan. They're goin' down this Friday. Then they're taking us out to dinner on Saturday, and they're gonna pay. Here's what we're gonna do..."
The next morning, Jake was up earlier than usual, hoping to avoid a confrontation. Last night had been the first time they'd ever gone to bed, if not angry, certainly unhappy with one another. He was worried about how things would be this morning. The first fight is a crucial step in any relationship. They were father and daughter. They'd certainly been mad at each other before, and it had always worked out just fine. But this was their first fight as a romantic couple, and Jake was worried about losing any of the intimacy they'd developed. He needn't have worried. Darby walked in and hugged her father close just like she did every morning.
"Good morning, Daddy!" she announced happily.
"You're not still mad?" asked Jake.
"Of course not, Daddy. Have a good day at work, okay," and she kissed him lovingly, just like always. Jake returned her affection, and left for work.
Not far away, a similar scene played out at the Rochester home. Nate expected Nora to still be angry at the suggestion they stop having sex until the wedding night, and Nora also acted as if nothing had happened. Nate called Jake while on the way into his office.
