Was I thrilled about spending the next two weeks in Mexico with my parents and my dorky teenage brother? Not particularly.
Don't get me wrong, I love my family. My parents are a bit like the odd couple. My mum is quiet and reserved, overly sweet to strangers but somewhat cold to those she loves most. She's early to rise and early to bed and life with her is calm albeit a little boring. My dad is vibrant and fun. He loves socializing, cracking jokes, and experiencing life for all it's worth. I'm not sure how they ended up together. They met in college and just kind of stuck with it, I often wondered if Dad wanted more than quiet contentment. On Valentine's Day, he is one for big displays of affection and my mum simply goes red and turns away from his puckering lips, hurrying off to finish washing up the breakfast dishes. Dad doesn't seem to mind, he just smiles, planting drawn-out kisses on our foreheads "Mmmmmmmm....wah!" He exclaims his love for his family loud and proud.
I hate to admit it but I do wonder about their sex life. Sure, I know they have done it at least twice! Once 22 years ago to create myself, a bubbly, brunette version of my bubbly brunette father and then again 14 years later to produce Jay, bookish and quiet, a chip of Mum's calm block. But I truly did wonder what happened when they shut the door to the bedroom at night.
Dad was always whipping Mum's butt playfully with a damp tea towel whilst they cooked together or nuzzled into the nape of her neck as she fiddled with the front door key and these displays of affection were always met with the same reaction, "Paul....stop!" As she pushed him away. She preferred a quick peck on the lips and a closed-lip smile as she left for work, those were her big displays of love.
I could just imagine them falling into bed, Dad's warm body covered in nothing but thin cotton briefs, yearning to be caressed but his loving wife whilst the ice princess didn't even glance down as she pecked him quickly on the lips and rolled over to go to sleep.
"Turn off the light Paul."
I'm ashamed to admit it but when I heard him in the shower each morning I imagined him with his eyes closed, body slippery, soaping up his cock with extra special care imagining the life of fun and excitement he craved away from the quiet house on Sunset Park Lane.
Hell, I think everybody could tell how stale life had become because my Grandparents were the ones who had given us this vacation.
"You need an adventure!" They exclaimed whilst cuddling together on the couch on Christmas morning. They were two people in love, affectionate as the day they met 50 years prior.
So there the four of us were, walking into the grand lobby of a lavish Mexican resort. My mum, 20 feet ahead of the rest of us, documents in hand eager to get checked in. My brother wandered over to a seat by the wall and buried his head back into his phone.
"Look at this view!"
Dad declared throwing his arm around my shoulder to pull me crashing against him as he strolled over to the large picture window.
His warm lips planted kisses on my forehead and I squeezed his middle.
"This is going to be fun!" He said with a smile and I looked up eager to believe him, my poor little golden retriever father still so hopeful of a joyous time after all these grey years.
We stood there for a while taking in the sights of the beautiful Mexican beach and by the time we turned around Jay and Mum had already gone, texting us the room number. +1 for family togetherness.
Instead of rushing straight up, we decided to take our free welcome cocktail for a walk outside to enjoy some midday sun and review our surroundings. I grabbed Dad's hand and swung it dramatically like I did when I was a child, and we strolled hand in hand smiling at the loved-up couples relaxing by the pool.
Our laughter-filled stroll was cut short by a call from Mum.
"Paul..." she exclaimed, sounding exhausted by his very name.
"There is a testing station by the elevator bank and unfortunately both Jay and I have tested positive for Covid and will now apparently be spending the next week quarantined in our hotel room."
My mouth fell open. We had been informed this was the risk of traveling internationally but hadn't exactly thought about the ramifications of spending a week in a single hotel room together. My mouth was dry at the thought, and we quickly walked over to be tested and handed our sentences.
"OK folks, you are good to go!" The jovial employee informed us as we sat in our hard plastic chairs awaiting our results.
"I'm sorry?" My dad questioned.
"All negative! Get out in the sun, be in love, enjoy some tamales!" He joked as he ushered us out of the waiting bay.
My Dad and I stared at each other in shock as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.
"I need you to bring water on your way up Paul, and extra towels...." She rattled off her list of demands before the word hello.
"Ugh Junie, Georgia and I both tested negative."
"Oh...really?"
There was temporary silence as we were all unsure of what the next move may be.
"I guess you guys should probably stay in another room then unless you want to just quarantine in with us?"
Dad and I pulled identical faces at each other at the thought.
"Ugh no sweets I think that's ok...we will get another room, and have some quality Daddy and daughter time! Can we see you guys at all?"
"Unfortunately not, we are in full quarantine until the 18th at 9 am right before we fly home. They will bring our meals to the room, I guess we came to Mexico to stare at the parking lot from our hotel room!"
"Aw, not even an ocean view?"
After a few more pleasantries they hung up the phone and the daddy-daughter vacation experiment had begun.
"I guess we should get a room then!" Dad exclaimed, throwing his arm around my shoulder and pulling me in for another famous Paul Thomas forehead smooch.
"I have an idea! Let's pretend it's our honeymoon!"
He looked at me with confusion.
"These resorts are famous honeymoon spots, surely there must be some extra perks," I said with a wink and he chuckled at my suggestion.
As we waited in line to speak with the reception staff I turned my head up toward his and pulled his arms around my body so his hands rested on my lower back hovering slightly above my ass. I couldn't help but smirk as I flicked my hair to one side and nuzzled into his neck. The familiar scent of his cologne filled my nostrils as I breathed him in deeply and peppered a few kisses right below his right ear.
I heard him take a sharp breath in, unsure how to react to my forwardness as I giggled against him. Safe and loved in my Daddy's arms.
When it was our turn to approach the desk, I spun around with a beaming smile, grabbed his hand, and was ready to put on the performance of a lifetime.
"Hi! How are you?"
"Hola! Welcome to Mexico. Checking in?"
"Here is hoping! Now I have to be honest, we are flying by the seat of our pants of here..."
I paused to give my dad's butt a playful slap as he held in his laughter at my over-the-top performance.
