Chapter 2 -- A Day of Outs, and Ins.
A couple of beers leaves me in an ever so slight fuzzy-headed state, but it soon passes as I head into the kitchen that joins the living room in an open plan layout. It's about 9 am, a nice holiday time to wake up. Tray has already gone to work and only my sister is in the kitchen, working with the washing machine.
"Morning sis," I stumble tiredly into the worktop area with the coffee maker and begin setting it up.
"Morning! How's the bed?" Elle is being a good hostess.
"Great, I slept through thanks. No Ally yet?" I had noticed she wasn't around.
"Haven't heard a peep." My sister confirms she's not up.
We talk a bit and Elle starts to get a bit religious, inevitably. At least she actually talks to me about it knowing how opposed I am. Something in the news has obviously irked her this time.
"...This country is changing, before long people will be marrying inanimate objects!" She jokes.
"What's happened now?"
"Marriage is only between a man and woman. The family is the most important unit in society, it's a shame people don't value that." She explains.
"Well, I get that family is important, obviously or I wouldn't be here. But I think allowing more types of people to marry instead of less increases opportunities for families to happen." I offer what I think to be a solid counterpoint.
"Not sure how gays can create a family, anyway that's against god's law." She doubles down on her opinion with some proprietary reason.
"Adoption. You know, such as kids abandoned by a man and woman who were married..." I begin to suggest.
"The kid won't have the benefit of both types of parent though." She triples down, determined to stick to her doctrine.
"I guess they're better off with no one then. And 2 potential guardians go without being able to raise a child..." I sound a bit more sarcastic than I intended as I wonder how we let ourselves grow so distant in our world views. My thought is then distracted upon by approaching steps.
Ally has walked in on us mid discussion. I turn to her walking towards me as I lean against the tabletop waiting for the coffee to percolate. She smirks shyly at me and looks down in a submissive, slightly shamed body language. I throw her a wanting smile and beckon her in for a cuddle.
"Hey lass, morning... Yesterday was so great." I tease her as she cuddles me. I imagine her body under the soft pyjamas that hide it from me.
"Sorry I went to bed early..." She remembers it. I hope she understands why I stopped.
"It's okay... Let's have a coffee and get ready to go after." I secretly brush her thigh a little before we end our embrace and I quickly set us up with mugs of awakening.
My sister joins us to sit at the table and we debate a little more, my sister proffering all her usual dogmas while I logically destroy them. Not the first time, but I quietly always hope it to be the last argument we have. Ally seems to be listening intently but not really offering her thoughts. Probably, she isn't allowed to have beliefs that differ from my sister's or something. I find it interesting that she is not falling on her mother's side of the debate though.
We finally get to leaving to go get breakfast, hugging Elle and getting into my hire car. Ally has dressed in a summery yellow top and a sky blue skirt going to her knees. I bet she doesn't own any short skirts. She looks so good, I could just dive between her thighs and eat her right now. On the way she finally chimes herself in on the earlier conversation.
"Why do gay people get married? If they won't accept god there's no point right?"
"Ally, being married has legal benefits and is socially recognised as a respectable position. Plus, people just tend to love whoever they love and we shouldn't judge them for it. That's what I think." Ally digests what I've said for a minute.
"Should people judge us for what we did yesterday?" She is a smart one which is good.
"Nope. No victim, no crime in my opinion. The reason that it's frowned upon is the health risk of having children. That's what I think." I explain as I drive us towards town.
"It... makes sense, I agree... But how does god work in all of this?" She struggles to compromise her opinions with her doctrines.
"Which god are you talking about exactly?" I tease.
"Oh... Well my one... the only one god..." She tries to explain.
"I counted thousands of proclaimed gods off hand. Each with different doctrines. I just believe in 1 less god than you do Ally." I dunk on her with one of my favourite facts. She goes quiet for a bit. I relent and offer consolation to her feelings so that she doesn't dwell to much on it.
"You can learn a lot from a story anyway, whether it's true or not. A good story evokes an uncertainty in what you think is right, or who is doing the right thing."
"How do you know what's true?" Ally finally asks.
"Repeatable, verifiable experiments and evidence gathered in their wake for the most part. Same goes for your own experiences. How closely do they compare with everyone else? If I asked you to describe heaven in detail, it ought to be the exact same heaven described by everyone else who shares your belief, if the claim is a universal all powerful being. But it's never the case."
"But how can we just cease to exist after death?" She can't imagine not being able to be conscious, to never have thoughts and senses ever again.
"I think it's a lot like a deep sleep. You don't know you are asleep until you wake up. Of course in this case you don't wake up."
"Hmmh depressing... how do you know so much?" Ally flatters me.
"Not that I do know much, but I am endlessly curious about many things. Like, what's going to happen with me and you for example." I shift the conversation to something more palatable.
"What will happen to us?" Ally asks, maybe thinking I know that too. I sigh anxiously thinking about that.
"Depends on a lot. At the moment I can't think straight, only that I am absurdly attracted to you!" I try to not worry about the ramifications of what path Ally and I are on.
"Oo, not just the beer goggles then?"
"Ally, you have no idea. You must realise how beautiful you are?" She pauses for thought as I say this and continues blushing intensely.
"No, vanity is a sin." She sort of giggles as she speaks.
"It's not vanity to think of yourself as beautiful. It's pride. Vanity is to want other people to think you are beautiful or whatever."
"Pride... That is not a sin!" She brightens up a bit, once again seeming deshackled by some reality checks.
"Exactly! Hey, just say it anyway! 'I think I am beautiful.'" I suggest.
"Uhh, heheh! I... think I am... uhhh... beautiful." She tries.
"I think the scientific method would bear that out as an objective fact." I tease her and she reclines a little in the car seat on hearing me say this, and just presents herself a little more flirtatiously for me. Those angles on her body accentuate an already toned, big chested woman of distilled beauty. Oh god those hips...
"...Ally you're making it hard for me..." I stammer.
"Sorry, I don't know what got into me." Ally doesn't relent from her flirty body language despite the apology.
I have to change the subject for a moment, luckily I see we are close. "Ahh, we are here." We arrive at the cafe and as we get out of the car Ally holds me to continuing the conversation.
"Tell me what's on your mind, uncle..." She probes at my daydreams inquisitively. I hope she likes what is in my head. We hold hands going into the café. The town is big and no one knows who I am even if they know her.
We sit next to each other in the back corner of the café on a 2 seater leather couch with a knee level coffee table set up with sauces, salt, vinegar and the usual stuff.
"So, Ally... I'll tell you what I'm thinking..." I start before a waitress comes and takes our order.
"Please choose what breakfast items you'd like from the list!" She asks politely with her notepad out and ready.
"Yeah thanks, I'll take a big smoked sausage, 3 bacon, 2 poached egg, 2 toast and whatever else comes with it. Ally?"
"2 normal sausage, 2 bacon, 1 fried egg, et cetera, the same." Ally chooses.
"And a 4 mug cafetière coffee please!" I add. As the waitress notes it down I keep my near hand close to Ally, casually touching her leg. Ally seems cautious and anxious about the public setting, but tries to be fine with it. I continue with what I was about to tell her.
"So... Ally. I, uh, it took every last ounce of strength last night not to tear your panties off and lay my cock all the way inside you. It's the most difficult thing I've ever not done." I stop there even though that is barely the start. I watch for her reaction and she stares at her knees and covers her mouth a little, possibly shocked by the detail. I let her think and respond, which she does very thoughtfully.
