TRIGGER WARNING: Sorry - contains a dream that includes sketchy details of non-con act. Everybody is over the age of 18.
This story was intended to be a lot more erotic... it hasn't behaved as I intended but I feel a need to share anyway.
Melissa Freaks Out
Melissa grumbled. The loud thud was unappreciated. It was then followed by a bunch of thuds that seemed to get louder. Too much noise.
"What the fuck, Dad?" Emma yelled.
"Sorry Em." Jared yelled back.
Melissa sat up, groaning and tried to pull her dress down, but it was stuck under her own bottom, so she gave up.
Jared handed her a water bottle, already opened, "drink."
Melissa hesitated, staring at the bottle.
"It's just water."
Ooh water. Melissa drank almost the entire bottle. It was ice cold. Water should always be ice cold. Or hot and mixed with tea or coffee.
Jared was sitting watching her. He looked pissed off.
"Thank you," she said.
"You didn't eat dinner," Jared said, "did you eat at all today?"
Melissa narrowed her eyes, pondering, and then shook her head. She'd meant to eat but sometimes she just got busy and forgot. Her body wasn't great at reminding her that she was hungry until she was starving. The meatloaf was very much appealing at that point.
"Dammit." Jared moved to her desk and grabbed a candy bar from her candy stash, opened it and handed it to her. "Eat."
Melissa took the Butterfinger and took a bite. Whoever first put peanut butter and chocolate together was surely truly a genius.
"I'm mad at you."
"Okay." That was hardly news. She wasn't sure what he wanted her to say. She was feeling tired and a little gross. There was a lot of moisture between her thighs. But she did not want to mention that because that would lead to talking about what had happened with their daughter.
"For fucks sake. I say I'm mad at you, and you say okay. It's painfully hard to have a real conversation with you." Jared said.
Oh, right. He thought she was cheating.
"I'm not fucking the red head. Her wife is though, "Melissa paused, "I may have fucked our daughter... or she me... with a pink penis thing..." Hence -- mess.
"Strap on dildo," Jared said, "Don't worry. I did too. But with my pink penis thing. She's had a busy night."
Melissa closed her eyes, tightly. She didn't know how to process that information. Wasn't sure how to feel about the fact that he'd possibly gotten an erection and fucked their child. Hard to judge when she had also. Sort of.
"I sure have, it was fucking excellent," Emma said, walking past the door butt naked, "I'm having a bath, and I plan to enjoy it. Unless you want to be throwing more books around, Daddy."
"I needed to wake your mommy up," Jared said.
Melissa groaned. Fuck. Why hurt the books? They were just sitting there being pretty and smelling good. Books are innocent victims -- even the truly dreadful ones. Yes, let's think about books. Not incest.
"She might need a bath, but don't let her drown." Emma said.
Jared laughed.
A bath would have been nice, but she wasn't sure she could manage that. She hadn't had a bath since she'd started gaining weight. It had gotten too tricky to get out of the tub by herself. She should eat better and exercise more. But meh.
Melissa watched as Jared left the room. She finished her candy bar and the rest of the water. She was pondering getting up and heading to grab a piece of cold meatloaf when Jared returned, bent over and scooped her up. She was surprised he didn't complain that she was heavy. They ended up in the bathroom, the bath already running.
He was such a good husband. She was going to miss him when he kicked her out.
"I'm going to put you down now and you're going to stand, okay." Jared said.
"Yes." Melissa swayed a little as Jared helped her remove her dress. He then scooted them both closer to the tub and carefully turned the taps off. Melissa put her hands on his shoulders just to keep her balance.
"Can you get into the tub yourself?" Jared asked.
Melissa didn't answer but instead sat on the edge of the tub and somehow ended up in the bath, causing a splash, "I thought yes but I didn't mean for that to happen."
"Damn, get in -- not fall in," Jared said, soaked from the waist down.
"Yeah, ouch," Melissa said, "I hurt my butt a little." She wiggled so she was sitting upright, taking the pressure off the spot that her butt had hit the bottom of the tub. It did, however, mean her tummy was poking out more than usual.
Jared stared at her, "Are you pregnant?"
Melissa returned his stare, "No, just fat." Rude.
He'd had a vasectomy. And they hadn't had sex since January sometime. There was absolutely zero chance of her being pregnant. Besides, she was very sure that she was at least perimenopausal. Her periods had been extremely light and even less predictable than usual.
Melissa grabbed her favourite loofa and washed herself, making sure to clean between her legs. She suddenly felt a little self-conscious because he was just standing there, like Ruth Gordon with the tannis root. Maybe this is how he felt when she didn't talk. It was not a great feeling.
"It's a little cold," Melissa said, "Could you please help me get out?" She managed to stand, with his assistance, and carefully climb over the edge of the tub. She was surprised when he wrapped her in a beach towel and that it could still wrap entirely around her body.
"Suck it in." Jared demanded.
"What?" Melissa said. Suck what now? He did not expect her to suck... him... did he?
"Difference between fat and a baby bump, fat sucks in." Jared said, his hand on her stomach.
"I'm too tired for this." Melissa complained. It was most definitely not a freaking baby bump. Thoughts of the New Year's Eve party and how much she didn't remember the evening came to mind.
There was no fucking way that she was seven months pregnant.
He pressed down, "You're fucking pregnant, and you decide to get drunk? That's fucked up."
"Ow," Melissa said, wincing. Okay, that hurt. "I am not pregnant. That's not possible."
He picked her up again and carried her to the spare room before dumping her in the middle of the bed and leaving.
Melissa sat, stunned. She simply watched as Jared marched back into the room and dumped her clothes in front of the wardrobe. Clearly, he was kicking her out of his bedroom.
That hurt.
"Still nothing to say?" Jared snapped.
Melissa just stared at him; mouth slightly open.
He shut the light off and slammed the door as he left.
Melissa sat in the dark shivering a little. She took a deep breath, willing herself to calm down. She moved the towel around, drying herself and then got up and hung the wet towel on the doorknob before grabbing a nightgown from the pile of clothing. She lay down and pulled the other side of the blanket over herself and curled up with both hands placed under her head.
Usually, it took ages for her to fall asleep. But this was one of those rare times where sleep came swiftly.
And so did the dream.
New Year's Eve Party
The party was very loud, and her house was full of people. At least forty people who had come to celebrate her husband's new movie. It meant the director, the producers, and several members of the cast had turned up. Sometimes being married to a successful scriptwriter was less than ideal.
Melissa was busy hiding in the kitchen heating up mini quiches. Not that anyone spoke to her when she was anywhere else. In fact, she'd been sitting on the couch when someone had almost sat on her. She'd quickly scooted over and someone else had then gone to sit on her -- well next to the first person at least.
She would have gone upstairs but she was hungry and really loved mini quiche. Especially the ones with cheese and bacon.
"There you are," Reece said, "Hiding again."
Melissa took a deep breath and turned away from the oven. She hoped that she'd managed to change her facial expression from one of loathing to at best casual lack of caring.
Reece snorted. He moved closer and handed her a glass of something brown.
