11 comments/ 47640 views/ 12 favorites We Need to Talk Ch. 02 By: We Need to Talk Ch. 02 Looking at my watch and realizing that several hours had passed, I made my way back to the house, expecting the return of Andrew. Andrew was on the couch watching a baseball play-off game, his overnight bag predictably on the floor beside the couch. "Hey!" he greeted in usual form. Hey" I responded accustomed to the usual male exchange. "How's the game?" "It's okay. They're behind by 2, but Ichiro got another hit. Looks like another record may be falling soon." And then changed to a familiar topic, "Mom leave already?" " Yeah, she left early and is going to make a week out of it." as I headed for the shower, " She'll be home next Friday night." When nearly at the shower door, I heard " Oh. Almost forgot." Megan called. She'll be in town for the weekend, and should arrive about noon." As an unrelated afterthought, continued "I'm hanging out with my buddies tonight and will probably be home late or might even stay at Chad's." I stopped in my tracks with one hand at the door, "Damn." Bad timing Megan. Really bad timing." and then continued into the bathroom. My clothing fell to the floor, accompanied by bits of dirt and dried grass from my morning walk. Standing naked at the entrance to the shower waiting for the water to warm up, my mind began to race from thought to thought. First, tenderly of Jan and her early absence. Next, of the unexpected lovemaking and closeness with Jan last night. And then finally, of my impetuous daughter and her potentially catastrophic bad timing. Well, there was one other thought immediately after I soaped up my body in the private steaming shower, one of a moment with Megan with me in this very shower. I felt a surge in my groin and the pleasurable hardening that followed. I opened my eyes allowing bullets of water to bring me back to reality. I had no idea that she was planning to visit, or of her reason for this unexpected visit. "How will I explain this to Jan?" wondering if she would suspect this as more than just a cruel turn of fate. Toweling off, I heard voices from down the hall. Youthful. A male and female, but couldn't distinguish them over the whine of the bathroom fan. I slid on my robe, turned off the light and fan and then opened the bathroom door carefully, unsure of who was down the hall. Immediately, I recognized Megan's voice in animated conversation with Andrew. Simultaneously, a feeling of delight and dread crept over me as I made my way down the hall. Megan was seated on the recliner and looking towards Andrew, but turned towards me as I came into view. "Daddy!" She squealed as an every previous return from school. "Hi Megan. How's my girl?" and felt the dread slip away and give rise to my delight. The phone range and Andrew bounded in to the kitchen to answer it, leaving us alone in the den. I offered a sigh of relief, as Andrew's absence allowed us to re-connect on our own terms without any possible awkwardness. "I'm okay," and in the same breath, "Where's mom? I really needed to talk with you, both of you together." Out of concern, my first impulse was to ask if everything was okay with her, and she reassured me, "Yes, I'm fine. But I've really had a lot on my mind since mom found out about us, and wanted to talk with you, in person." Looking towards the kitchen, and overhearing Andrew on the phone, he asked, "Does he know?" I shook my head, and listened aware that she had more to say. She sighed, "Good." And continued, " You know, mom called me about a week ago and told me she knew all about us. I was really afraid of how she would react if she ever found out, and then it happened. Her first reaction was normal, the crying and emotion, but it creeped me out when she was just talking. I mean, she sounded so mad and was crying, but the more she talked, the quieter she became. I didn't know if she was beyond mad at that point, or was plotting some way to get even. I tried to apologize, but she wouldn't let me talk or explain how it all happened." Megan looked down at the floor, "She hasn't talked to me since, and won't answer my calls." Megan looked toward the kitchen to make sure that Andrew was still talking on the phone, "Where's mom?" and looked about as if she might suddenly appear. "She left for a business trip and won't be back until Friday night. " I offered, and then off-handedly remarked "Bad timing for a surprise visit Megan." Sensing the reaction, "Sorry, that wasn't nice, but why did you come here unexpectedly knowing that she knew about us?" "Well, I really had to talk with her, with both of you, and thought that since she wouldn't return my call, that she would tell you to have me stay away if she knew I was planning to come here." I thought that there must me some feminine logic at work here, but it didn't make sense to my male mind. Andrew cruised through the den and on his way to the hall announced, "I'm gonna hit the shower, and then leave early. Chad and I are meeting up with some friend at the movies. I think it will be another night hanging out with the guys again. I'll call you to let you know where we end up." Megan and I exchanged glances and shrugged, both aware that we were going to be alone for the first time since summer. I suggested, "Well you're here, go ahead and put your stuff in your room." She picked up her bag and headed towards the hall. I held out my hand as she passed, stopping her next to my chair. Megan read my mind and stooped to kiss me on the forehead. " Love you." I said. "I love you too Daddy." And offered a gentle smile, knowing that I was sincere. Megan sighed and disappeared down the hall, leaving me in deep thought. My thoughts were interrupted by the phone. Andrew was in the shower and Megan was in her room, so I got up to answer the phone in the kitchen. "Hello." "Hi. It's me." Jan's unexpected call took me by surprise. "My flight is about to board, and I wanted to call to make sure everything was okay and to thank you for last bight. But after all, my departure this morning was less than friendly." She sounded so sincere and caring. I felt a pit in my stomach knowing that Megan had arrived unannounced, and with Jan absent. "I'm good, and appreciate your call. This morning was fine. I felt a little awkward, and with reason I suppose." Allowing some of the obvious feeling guilt and remorse to show, but then feeling a very distinct obligation to be honest, got right to the point. "Megan is here. She wanted to talk to us." And then waited for the reply. Silence. More silence, and then, "Did you know?" she asked directly. Her tone of voice had become suddenly cold and calculating. "No." I offered without explanation. "She thought you didn't want to see her." "I don't. At least not until I am ready." The tone changed again to one of hurt. "You know, I feel betrayed by both of you and I'm not sure which form of betrayal hurt more, yours or hers." And then more silence. "I'm glad that I'm gone today. You know I don't hate her. I'm just not ready to face her yet. Not until I have this in a better perspective. Share that with her for me would you please." "I will" and then heard the intercom announce her flight boarding. "Well, I'm glad you called. Have a good flight. I love you Jan." "Bye. Love you too." lacking the enthusiasm as from the beginning of her call, but still sincere. Andrew was first to appear, showered and smiling "Hey dad, talk to you later" and made his way to the door like a man on a mission. I poured a coke and went back to my familiar chair in the den. Megan appeared at the hallway entrance to the den. "Was that mom on the phone?" "Yeah." " She is so mad at me. She hates me. I know it, and will never forgive me. I should have never come here today." She announced from the hall, refusing to enter the den as if her mom's presence was lingering after a phone call. "No. She doesn't hate you. But yes, she is upset. Very upset." I pointed toward the sofa, and motioned for Megan to come into the den. She gingerly made her way across the room and sat on the sofa, feet curled up under her. I continued, "This is a big thing, and will not be an easy task. But from what I have seen and from what your mom has said, she is willing to forgive,"and warned, "but not any time soon Megan asked, "Is that why she left so soon and will be gone all week? I know that her trips are normally for a weekend or at most a couple of weekdays." "It's part work, and part time away to think and heal. She needs to deal with this in her own way, and I need to give her the time and the space to do it." Megan looked toward me and nodded in agreement. "Well, I guess the cat is out of the bag, and she knows I'm here. At least she didn't freak out on you when she found out. I'll take that as a good sign." I shrugged and agreed, "Yeah, you're right. She did take it better than I thought she would." And after a moment asked," So now what? We have the rest of the weekend, and there are no secrets" Megan raised her eyebrows and gave me a funny look, "What does that mean?" she asked with more than a little concern. "No, I mean that we don't have to answer any questions about your arrival if she were to find out later, if you know what I mean." This put her somewhat at ease. "Oh, sorry Daddy, I just didn't know what you had in mind, I mean..." and she was lost for words. I smiled and shrugged, and then made a goofy face, my way of diffusing an awkward situation. Megan giggled and I knew everything was fine. "What do you say we go outside for a walk? I think it would be good to get some fresh air and then start this visit over again." Megan agreed waited in the kitchen while I went to my room the change again. I enjoyed a good walk with Megan. Fortunately her subject of conversation steered away from the problem at issue and moved toward her classes and life on the west side of the state. I was pleased that in spite of our variance from a normal father/daughter relationship, we still enjoyed the bond and closeness that we shared before. Time passed quickly and the setting sun served as a clear reminder of our lengthy walk, and ending of the day. Although the day had been pleasant, the early evening air was taking on a fall chill by the time we returned. Due to the late hour and no preparation, dinner consisted of sandwiches and a bowl of soup at the kitchen counter. Conversation was still simple and comfortable, which pleased me immensely. I was glad that Megan was able to relax considering her frazzled emotional state on arrival. In a way, I was also pleased that Jan wasn't home when Megan arrived, for all the right reasons. The evening plans took a turn with Megan's arrival. I had planned on doing some business work to occupy my mind during Jan's absence, and after dinner excused myself to go to the office while Megan cleared the dished. But now, my mind was not in a mood for business. And after staring at the screen for a few minutes, realized it just wasn't happening. I shut down the computer and went into the darkened den, a place of solace and comfort. Halfway into the den I saw Megan. I realized that she had already changed into her pajamas and a robe, and was curled up at the end of the sofa. I took seat a safe distance away toward the other end of the sofa. "No need to distance myself, but then no need to cause any alarm." I thought. Megan uncurled her legs and stretched them out, placing her skippered feet on the coffee table. She sat back into the cushion, placed her hands in her lap and looked my direction recognizing our distance apart, "I won't bite," and smiled shyly. Taking the moment, she offered "Thanks for the walk and talk today. I was afraid of what reaction I might get from you and mom. I know you have told before us that you will always love us, but I never expected to put it to the test at this level." "We meant it." I answered with conviction, "But now that test has taken on a dimension from us to you and from you to us. There were a number of trust issues that were compromised. Admittedly, nobody did anything that they didn't want to. Force would have been another issue. But, even still, we crossed a line. It will take time to build up trust and things will never be the same. That aspect of our relationship has been changed forever." I placed an arm around her shoulder and pulled her toward me, cradling her head against my chest. "You know, this feels good. Just like before." She said, and nuzzled in more, sliding her arm around my waist. I knew exactly what she meant, and agreed heartily, enjoying the innocent closeness of and parent and child. We held the embrace for several minutes, savoring the sensations of touch in the darken room. I felt the softness body, the tickle of her clean hair, and smelled the freshness of her shampoo. It felt normal, as it should. Megan's other hand found its way to my stomach, and she gave it a tickle which caused me to jump. Sensing my vulnerability she gave it another with greater intensity, and then another into a full out tickle attack. I was not relaxed any longer and then went on the offensive, overpowering and cornering her at the end of the sofa. Megan kicked and squealed, arms flailing to protect her with no success. Her pajama bottoms were riding low still covering her hips, but the robe was open and her top was raised exposing her tan stomach and the lower curve of her breasts. Her blonde hair was a mess, all strewn about by her wiggling. I was poised, positioned over her on my knees, with my hands holding her elbows back into the cushion of the sofa. Megan was giggling uncontrollably, and begging for mercy. "Uncle! Uncle!" she cried, "I'll do anything you want, just let me up she cried out between giggles. "Anything?" "Yes, anything. Just let me up. I'm gonna pee my pants." "A kiss for the handsome prince, a kiss is all I ask," I said dramatically in my fairytale voice, as I used to do when she was much younger. "Okay kind prince, your wish is my command," she responded in kind. Megan's giggling subsided, and her eyes got this really dreamy look, "Kiss me my prince." In the fun of the moment, I leaned forward and gave her a light kiss on the lips. And then another... longer. I released her arms and felt them encircle my neck, drawing me closer until our bodies touched. He lips parted as did mine, and I felt the fell length of our bodies press together. My hands slid down her arms and cradled each breast. The kissing became more passionate, as did the breathing and unison movement of our bodies. I was hard, so had and pressing forward towards her, when suddenly... Ring... And all movement ceased. "Oh Megan." I looked deeply into her longing eyes. She was so ready to take this all the way with complete abandon. I was ready too. This was so unexpected, and yet felt so natural. Megan placed her hands on the side of my face and kissed me gently on the lips. "You're right. That was close." and shrugged knowing our mutual desire, but mutual resolve. The phone rang a third time and I answered, looking first at the caller ID display. "Hi, you're up late," realizing that it was nearly 11PM east coast time. "I'm glad you called." Knowing full well that I was grateful indeed but had mixed emotions at the very moment. "Just called to say goodnight. How is everything?" "Good. We were winding down for the day. Perhaps we'll watch a movie or something." and meant it, still feeling grateful for her timing. Andrew is out with friends." "Oh." And silence. Sensing that leery tone again. "We had a light dinner, I did a little work and now I'm about done for the day. It's been quite a day." "Yeah, I suppose so. Me too." She offered with a little consideration. "Well, you behave and have a good night. I'll call you in the morning, but not too early. I will enjoy sleeping in. Well, tell Megan goodnight. Love you." "Love you too." And hung up. Megan was curled up at the end of the sofa, nervously biting her lip. "Well, how did it go? Was she convinced?" "I'm not so certain, but then not sure if she should be given the circumstance. That was close. We are going to have to honor this commitment if we are going to build back any level of trust with your mom." "I agree, but we're either going to have to find other ways to express it, acceptable ways within the family, or we're going to pay a very heavy price of a broken family. I don't want that, and I know you don't either." "Okay, but what are acceptable ways? I can't just keep a 10 foot radius whenever we're in the room together. And, what do you think will be acceptable with mom? I mean we have always hugged and touched before. Will she freak out? It will be so obvious to everyone if we don't act normal. " "Well, your mom is one part of the picture, and then there is Andrew. He doesn't know about us. I can deal with your mom, and then Andrew will just fit in." "Well...." Megan squirmed, "Andrew doesn't know about us but he does know about me, in detail." I fell silent and I'm sure my face went white, "What DOES he know about you Megan?" "Remember that escort web site?" she paused hoping I would fill in the blanks, but didn't. "He found out about it before I came home for summer vacation. And... here goes, I had sex with him that night before he left on the cross country trip after graduation. But it was just the one time, never again." Megan almost looked relieved for opening up about another secret. "Oh." I said and sat back into the couch letting out a long uneasy sigh. "Whew, that was a tough one to hear." "Daddy, you were never supposed to know. It just happened. We were never supposed to happen either. Andrew and I were visiting in his room while he packed at the last minute like he always does. It was late and I was wearing my pajamas. We starting talking about his trip and stuff... and sex... and we got horny and started messing around and the next thing I knew we were on his bed doing it." "Doing it? Is that we did too?" "No daddy. We had sex okay. Nothing else, we just got horny and fucked one time. That was it." Megan softened her tone, "What you and I had was closeness and beautiful. I loved it. I still do when I think of you or see you." Tears began to run down her face. "Megan, I'm sorry for putting you on the spot, but this came as a real surprise. Being with you again is more difficult than I thought it would. I thought this was a phase, or perhaps a novelty or fantasy that would pass once we got it out of our system." "But dad, I really like it with you. I mean really like making love with you. It's different than with anyone else." She confessed. Trying hard to put on my logical voice "Well we had a different relationship before then. One like you never had with anyone else. It was intimate before it was even sexual." Then lapsing into my real feelings, "And yes, being with you was so wonderful. I can't help remembering it every time I think of you. I remember having girlfriends before I met your mother and it hurt after we broke up. But I never carried the same feeling as with you. I suppose it is because we can still have that intimate familial relationship, but had a physical relationship on top of it. We'll have that forever whether we are physically intimate or not. Like I said, we lived so closed to that line for a long time, and then one day crossed it. We can't go back, even if we're never physical that way again." "I know, but it felt so good and so natural just now. Why?" "Megan" I sighed deeply, "This is a perfect opportunity to restore our home again, my relationship with you and my relationship with your mother. Neither will be right until they are BOTH restored." Megan to her credit, showed a great amount of maturity by admitting, "Yes, I know what you are saying, but my body is craving the physical intimacy with you. For sake of our family, I will comply, but not easily." We Need to Talk Ch. 02 She innocently buried her face into my chest, allowing my arms to envelope her. My struggle continued. I knew then that this situation would not go beyond the boundaries we mutually agreed on, not without some implicit consent or involvement by Jan. Could that be a possibility? A mutually consensual relationship with both my daughter and my wife? My thoughts drifted toward the possibility of such a consideration. I wondered, "Have I reached such a level of lust and obsession, that I could risk everything near and dear just to have what every man might consider, even in his darkest thoughts? Or is there a remote possibility. (to be continued)