Pt. 4 – Tuesday Morning
I opened my eyes slowly; both of my heads were pounding. One from the lack of sleep, the other from over use. I glanced at the clock and it was only 8:00, after the previous night's events I expected to wake up much later, like maybe Wednesday. Beth was still cuddled into me, which is unusual as she is usually up well before me. I was trying to figure out what woke me up when I heard voices coming from the kitchen area.
I slowly extracted myself from Beth's embrace and got up from bed. I might like to sleep late, but once I'm awake, I'm awake. The throbbing in my dick from overuse was being urgently replaced with the need to pee. I moved towards the door and for some reason decided to quietly open it, as opposed to just walking out to go to the bathroom. I'm glad I did.
"Dad, we're all adults now, you get no say in who we decide to have sex with!" That was Denise. I silently cursed and removed my hand from the door knob, leaving the bedroom door open just a crack.
"Really? I find out your fucking your sisters and now you want to include your aunt and uncle, and you think that's none of my business? If it affects the family then you better well believe it's my fucking business." David was very upset, yet he kept his voice very level and void of emotions. Probably a result of his years as a RCMP officer. The overall effect was far more chilling than if he was yelling. I heard Cathy say something but it was too soft for me to make out.
"Let me deal with this Cathy." Came David's curt reply.
"Dad, you're not being fair," Katie decided to jump in to back up her sister. God, even given the situation she sounded fucking sexy. "Do you think we haven't thought about the possible impact to the family? We talked it through as sisters many years ago and if anything it's only made us closer. Did you ever really think about why we've grown so close over the last few years? How we've been able to stay focused on school and other things without getting distracted by the normal romantic entanglements of young adults?"
I cringed a little, I knew what Katie was trying to do, a nice combination of logic (i.e. it makes perfect sense) and implying that David had to of known and has chosen to just ignore it until now. In some cases that might work, however, this was a very emotional topic and logic wasn't going to work. On the other side, I know that David has a huge set of blinders on when it comes to his little girls. I don't think he'd believe they could do anything so bad, even if he caught them in the act. And in this case it would seem that he did.
"Katie you may think you know what you're doing, but you have no clue as to the sort of risks you are taking. You're taking normal family relationships, which can be difficult enough as it is, and throwing romantic involvement into the mix. I agree that you ladies can choose whoever you want to be your lovers, and conversely, you can choose to no longer be with a lover if the time comes. You can't pick family though, and you can't just dump them if things go badly."
"Has Josh ever talked to you about his family?" David asked, Denise nodded and Katie and Melanie gave her a look. Obviously she hadn't shared that conversation with them yet. "Well at least one of you knows. Josh's chatted with me about it a few times but I got the full story from Beth. His family is full of loathing and contempt and god knows what else. I can't imagine how much that's affected him over the years. Did Josh tell you what caused his family to be like that?" Denise shook her head, I grimaced, not wanting to hear the story that I already knew so well.
"I won't go into all the details, but basically it all comes down to 10 fucking dollars. One family member lent another 10 dollars. Next thing you know, the family is broken into camps, people on each side, some in the middle, some staying out of it all together. That was not quite 30 years ago. 10 fucking dollars tore that family apart." David was giving a very short version of what happened, however; ultimately, it did come down to $10. "Now look at me and tell me you don't think what you are doing could have a greater impact on the family than $10? Tell me that and I will believe you. Tell me that and I will stay out of it, I'll let you do whatever the fuck you want!" David raised his voice and slapped the table.
The girls were silent. I heard Beth get out of bed behind me; I raised my finger to my lips, letting her know to be quiet. She stood next to me wrapped her arms around me, kissing me gently on the back of my neck.
"What's going on?" She whispered in my left ear. I shook my head and mouthed 'later' to her. The girls were still quiet, obviously thinking about what David said. It was Cathy that finally broke the silence.
"David, I think you're being unfair to the girls. Or at least not entirely truthful. I don't disagree with what you said, not entirely, however, if you're going to slap them down that hard, you need to at least be completely honest with them. That's part of what makes us a strong family after all." Cathy's voice was soft, yet you could tell the tone was not one you messed with.
"Cathy, I don't think this is the time to get into that." David said quickly. I couldn't see what was happening but I could picture the look he was likely getting. There was several seconds of silence before we heard a soft, "fine, I'll tell them." I heard David sigh, the silence stretched for a couple of minutes before he finally spoke again.
"Around 19 years ago I cheated on your mother. I cheated on her with someone that she knows, someone that we both cared a great deal for. The person in question was going through a very rough time. Her marriage had just broken up, she was left alone with two young boys, she had health issues and she needed help. All three of you were very young at the time so I doubt you remember anything about it." David spoke softly, I could hear the shame and regret in his voice. Almost two decades later and it was obviously still hard for him to talk about. I looked at Beth and she had tears in her eyes. I raised an eyebrow questioningly and she shook her head slightly and mouthed 'later'.
"I went and stayed with this person for a month to help out, to look after her, to help with the boys, basically to do the things her husband should have been doing. One night, about two weeks in, after a late night of talking and crying and drinking (never a good combination by the way) we ended up in bed together. At the time it seemed natural and right, I didn't give any thought to the impact it might have on the family, or other consequences."
"We spent every night together after that until it was time for me to head home. That last night together was horrible; we had very physical, almost violent sex. It was as if we were taking out all of our frustrations and angst through the act of fucking. Afterwards we were both filled with shame. The ramifications of what we did finally crashing home. You see, there was no possibility of a happy ending for us."
