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Author's Note
This story is primarily focused on incest, but also contains group sex (MFM and FFM), anal, interracial, a cheating wife, a cheating husband, and some voyeurism. Unlike my other work, there is nothing fantasy (i.e., no supernatural elements). All characters are entirely fictional and at least 18 years of age.
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The blinking vertical line on Mel's monitor taunted her.
It had started off innocent enough. A little fun to help pass the time at work. But with his last email, Adam had steered things into uncharged territory.
Maybe she could just dodge the question. Keep things going as they were as if she hadn't even noticed that he wanted to know if she was ready to leave the realm of fantasy. But, then, he was only nineteen. Barely older than her son, Jake. Full-grown men often struggled with reading between the lines. Could she trust this little boy to take the hint?
A wiser woman would have found a discussion board or something online, assumed a fake name, and flirted anonymously with men she'd never meet. What had she been thinking, hitting on the intern anyway?
A knock came at her door.
Mel gave a start and instinctively minimized the browser before turning to see who it was, even though there was nothing terribly incriminating in the empty message field.
It was him.
"Come with me to get a coffee," Adam said. His gorgeous smile helped his command sound more like a request than it actually was.
Mel's heart raced. The correct answer was clearly "No." But, it was just coffee. Wouldn't mean that she'd agreed to his other proposal. She didn't even have to admit that she'd read the email. That she'd spent the last twenty minutes agonizing over her response.
"Okay," she said, sliding back her chair.
#
"You know what you need?" his friend Steve asked. "To get laid. And I'm not talking about your wife. This is a job for a woman half Melissa's age."
Bill rolled his eyes.
"Seriously," Steve said, following the waitress with his eyes as she walked away. He made the kind of sounds most men would have reserved for the plate of wings she'd just dropped off before exhaling heavily and turning back to Bill. "Trust me, man."
"Right," Bill said. "That'll totally relieve all the problems we've been having."
"Course not," Steve said. "But it'll put the spring back in your step."
Most of the beer he shouldn't be having with lunch disappeared in one gulp. "It's just a phase," Bill said. "We'll get through it."
He'd told himself the same thing a thousand times in the past. Some of those times, he'd actually been right. But every time things got a little better for a while, they'd get a lot worse again. And each little plateau they climbed was just a little lower than the one before.
Ever since Jake had gotten that acceptance letter from Princeton last week, Bill had really started to have trouble sleeping. Panic attacks hit him in the middle of the day. The personal stuff they'd fought about in the past was no big deal. The romance was gone. Why didn't he buy her flowers anymore? Would it kill him to call and let her know when he was going to be stuck in the office all night? Everyone went through that shit. In a sense, it was just in their heads anyway. This was different. He couldn't just turn on the charm offensive for a while and hope to wake up one day and find that Mel had forgiven his latest sin.
He'd been saving up to help pay off his parent's mortgage for years. Between him and his two sisters, they were only a few paychecks away from being able to give their folks an anniversary gift they'd never forget. And one that would get them away from the terrible weather and high taxes and everything else.
All of which would have worked out fine, if his son decided to go to state school like they'd always assumed he would. The way their daughter, Evie, was doing. Not only was the tuition much more reasonable, but they'd offered Jake a full scholarship.
A degree from State wouldn't open the same doors as one from Princeton. And he understood that Jake hardly relished the idea of going to the same school as his sister. The first few weeks after she'd moved out, hardly a day had gone by without Jake pointing out that the house was much quieter without Evie around.
Valid points, all around. It wasn't like the kid couldn't take out student loans, though. Like most of his generation did. That would be no small hardship, but it
was
an option.
The way Mel talked about it, though, you'd think that wasn't. His damn wife always had to make it sound like he was trying to deny their son an Ivy League education. Every fucking time the subject came up, that would be her starting point. Then he'd insist that there were other ways of making it work even if they didn't pay for him, and she'd admit that Bill was right. Only to tell him, in the very next breath, that it was besides the point. Best of all, she'd go right back to accusing him of trying to ruin their son's future the very next time they talked about it.
In fairness, Bill
had
been stupid enough to promise that if Jake got in to Princeton, they'd cover as much as they could. And with all the money he'd saved up, they could cover quite a bit. How was he to know the guy would actually go and get accepted though? He'd only scored a little higher than his sister on the SAT, and Evie certainly hadn't gotten accepted to any top schools.
He was, of course, glad that his son had gotten accepted. It was a great opportunity. Bill just wished he hadn't been so stupid as to promise his son the same money he'd already promised his sisters that he'd spend on their parents.
Bill let out a heavy sigh. Either his wife would think him a terrible father or his sisters would think him a terrible son. Screwed no matter what.
And Steve's brilliant solution was to cheat on Mel.
"I know a place," Steve said, staring up at him from his plate of wings.
Bill scoffed. "I'm sure you do."
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Mel clutched her paper cup as though it was an anchor, keeping her from being carried away on some foolish whim. Adam reached into his pocket, pulled out a paper envelope the size of a credit card, and slit it across the formica table.
"What's that?" Mel asked, as if she didn't know.
"A room key," the boy said.
"How exciting. Does your boyfriend know yet?"
"My boyf-" he started, then grinned at her. "No. It's going to be a surprise. I don't think
he
has quite admitted to himself that we're ready to take the next step."
"Hope that works out well for you, then," Mel said.
In what universe did it make sense to pump her system full of caffeine for this conversation? Her heart was already working overtime.
Adam looked her straight in the eye, without so much as blinking, and in that moment she knew. It was like a door had shut behind her. And this was not a door that the little plastic card sitting on the table would open.
Not even a second ago, she'd still been laboring under the illusion that she could get off the ride at any time. That she, the older and more experienced of the two, was in control.
Who was she kidding?
