Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are portrayed as being 18 years of age or older. This work does not, in any way, condone sexual misdeeds conducted by family members and should not be perceived as such.
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By the time I had made it back to our bedroom, my wife Kathy was already in the process of preparing for bed. As she lifted her dress over her head, she heard me close our bedroom door and immediately began to talk.
"Can you believe those two?" she asked, her voice muffled. Her head appeared as the dress finally came off her body to reveal, and I cannot say this often enough, the most beautiful woman in my life. Her plentiful, large breasts, ensconced in a green lace bra from Victoria's Secret, jiggled and swayed with the motion of her body as she looked at me with a perplexed expression on her face. "What in the world's come over them?"
I smirked at her, sinful thoughts already in my mind of she and I rolling around in the sheets, but I forced down the thoughts in order to remain in husband/daddy mode. I shrugged and shook my head with amusement. "Aside from hormones and a burgeoning appreciation of all things sexual, I haven't a clue." She stared at me as though I had missed the point of her question. I relented and approached her as I began to unbutton my shirt. "Listen, honey," I said seriously, "they're KIDS. Grown kids who're in the verge of becoming full-fledged adults, but they're still kids. And they're going to test boundaries and push limits. It's what they do. Be thankful that they TALK with us instead of just jumping to their own conclusions, okay? I have no doubt in my mind that if she were dedicated enough, Sue would have absolutely NO problem seducing her brother." I gazed at my wife's eyes. "I didn't see that kind of prevarication in her behavior tonight, did you?"
"In regards to David?" she asked. "No. But you.... I'm not so sure."
"What?" I asked incredulously. "What in the world are you talking about?"
Kathy's eyes twinkled mischieviously. "Oh, come on, I was a girl once, too. I know the looks, okay?"
I was totally baffled and took a step back. For the life of me I thought she was about to accuse me of something and I wanted to be prepared for the onslaught, even though I was totally innocent of any wrongdoing. I had patently NOT given any "looks" of any kind to anyone in that room- other than the stern, fatherly looks any good dad would wear when putting his children in their place. "Looks? What looks?"
Kathy sat down on the bed hard, which caused her tits to bounce a little, and bent her panties so that the slightest tuft of pubic hair (of which there was very little to begin with) peeked out. "HER looks," she said haughtily. "While I was making it clear that I was happy with you as my lover, your attention was still focused on Dave. I don't know if you caught my glimpse at you, but it was because I'd noticed 'the look' on Sue's face."
I repeated myself more carefully this time, calmer. "What. Look."
"All girls get it when they're looking at a guy they're thinking about dating or kissing or fucking. It's the 'I wonder if he'd give me an orgasm' look. It looks both cunning and coy at the same time. Don't tell me you haven't seen it before."
I arched my eyebrows in surprise. "From you? Plenty of times. From our daughter? Never." I sat down next to Kathy, stunned at this revelation.
Kathy, however, seemed more annoyed than truly upset. "I played dumb, like I didn't notice it, but us girls- we have a sixth sense about these kinds of things. We're very territorial about our men. Especially when the man in question can make me feel the way you do."
A very noticeable aspect of my ego inflated at hearing that, but I merely smiled appreciatively. "Jealous?" I asked. "Of our daughter?"
Kathy glowered at me. "Not yet. And I'd very much like to keep it that way. Capiche?"
I kissed my wife gently and quickly on her lips. "Honey, of all the people in the world I could cheat with, OUR DAUGHTER is the last on the list. DEAD last."
Kathy was quiet for several long seconds. When I noticed the silence, I asked what was on her mind NOW. She bit her lip. "Paul? Are you still happy with me? Sexually?"
I paused in the process of unbuttoning my jeans and looked at her like she'd grown a second head. "What in the hell brought THAT on?"
"Well..." she said quietly. "You've just admitted to me that, one, you'd cheat on me and, two, our daughter is on a list of people you'd cheat with."
It took a Herculean act of willpower NOT to roll my eyes. I brought my hand up to her chin and held her so that she could look nowhere else but at me. "Look," I said, "you are my WIFE. There is no list and I'd have to be the world's biggest idiot to cheat on you, EVER. You're the sexiest woman alive. Bar none."
She actually looked worried. "Really?"
I kissed her firmly but lovingly. When our lips parted I said, "Absolutely."
She pointed down at my crotch. "Then why do you have a hard-on?"
I glanced down at myself. Indeed, I did have a hard-on. I laughed and looked back up at her. "With the world's sexiest woman sitting next to me in her underwear? I can't imagine." I leaned in for a deeper kiss. "Maybe I should explain it to you."
She visibly relaxed and wrapped her arms around me. "Hmmm... maybe you should," she kissed just below my earlobe and then added. "A few times, just to be sure that I don't forget."
My hands began to roam her back and I felt for the clasp to her bra. "By the time I'm through, sweetheart, you'll be lucky to remember your name." The clasp came undone quickly and I helped her slide the garment off her chest. As the fabric slid away, I gracefully traced her left areola with my fingertips and pointedly avoided the actual nipple.
Her head rolled back at the gentle touch and she sighed. "Mmmmm.... I think I might be forgetting it already."
I pulled back teasingly. "Is that so? Can't have that. Go on. Tell me your name, woman."
She looked at me with playful eyes. "Um... Salma Hayek."
I stifled a laugh. "Be damned," I said. "I've been waiting to hear that for years."
Then she did laugh as she grabbed my head in her hands and kissed me fiercely. "Come get some," she said as she pulled me back onto the bed with her. "I've got lots to give."
That night we made love like two crazy teenagers. Not once did our talk with the kids about incest come up in conversation except at the very last, when we were done and about to drift off to sleep.
"Just don't forget," Kathy said dreamily. "You're MY man."
At first I had no idea what she was talking about except for the obvious fact that I AM her man, so I simply said, "Damn straight," with a slight mumble. Just before sleep claimed me, my mind burped and reminded me that her statement had been a loaded one and the powerful love-making session had been a message from her, a signal to me that no one can make me feel the way I do like she can.
Three weeks later, on a Saturday afternoon, Kathy and I were at the house, just enjoying some quiet solitude for a few hours while Dave was at work and Sue was out with friends. The peace was broken, however, when Sue breezed in. "Hi, Mom! Hi, Dad!" She didn't wait to hear our replies and just headed straight for the bathroom which was adjacent to our living room. "Be right back," she called over her shoulder, "I've been waiting to do this for HOURS!" The bathroom door slammed shut after her.
I looked up at my wife with a bemused expression on my face as we both lowered our books. "Oh well," I said. "It couldn't last forever." I heard the flush of the toilet.
Kathy chuckled and resumed her reading. The room was quiet for a few moments until we heard a shriek come from the bathroom. Kathy and I both set our books down with alarm. She looked at me with concern on her face and stood up. "I better go check it out," she said. "Might be a girl thing."
I nodded gravely at her and put my own book down to wait. I had lost all interest in the story when I heard our baby girl scream.
Kathy left quickly and knocked on the bathroom door. "Sue, honey? What's wrong?"
"Mom?" Sue's voice came through the door muffled. "Oh, thank God. Um... could you come in here, please?" I heard Kathy open the door and step into the bathroom quickly. Almost as soon as the door was closed I heard her give a small cry of surprise, too, which was quickly followed by an outburst of laughter. "Moooom!" Sue wailed. "Don't laugh! It's not funny!"
Their voices quieted down, too much for me to hear anything but the occasional murmur for endless seconds as they discussed whatever it was that had caused such a stir. Personally, I was damned curious, but stayed where I was out of respect. A few moments later Kathy came back out of the bathroom alone and walked over to me, a smile plastered on her face. She looked like she was about to die of laughter.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
She looked down at me and collected herself. "A tick," replied my wife. "She's got a tick."
