That’s when I remembered that Shaun was upstairs doing nothing in particular, he must’ve heard Dad speaking, and it was probably the reason why he hadn’t ventured downstairs. But what if he hadn’t and he came downstairs happy as Larry just to find our Dad sitting on the settee, the very same man who almost broke his neck throwing him down the stairs of a three story building? I guess I'd find out sooner than later what would happen because right on cue, Shaun’s footsteps echoed down the stairs while he whistled a jolly tune and it was suddenly cut short when his eyes met those of our father.
“What the fuck is he doing here?” My dad asked. It wasn’t really a question as such, more a way to portray how angry he was.
Shit.
“Laura, I just asked you a fucking question. NOW ANSWER ME!” With his voice rising in decibels rapidly, I quickly went to Shaun’s side to be a form of a shield. I wasn’t a fighter by any means, but I knew my dad wouldn’t harm me in any way.
“Dad, if you really want to know why Shaun is here it is because we’re in love and there is fuck all you can do about it. We are both consenting adults and although we’re related to each other it means jack shit to us. We’re happy and if you fail to see that then I suggest that you leave my house now.” In all honesty, I expected more bombs to explode, but my dad simply sniffed in disgust and left my house without another word.
As I locked the door behind my Dad I turned to find Shaun looking pale like he’d seen a ghost. As I walked up to him he visibly relaxed and reached out toward me to hug me tight to his chest. I relished in the feel of our ‘secret’ no longer being a secret to my dad. Through certain cryptic messages from my mother she pretty much had an idea of what was happening between me and Shaun so from then on I thought it would be pretty much plain sailing…. Oh how wrong could I have been?
For the weeks following we received letters, emails and phone calls all screaming and shouting abuse at either me or Shaun (both verbal and written). We knew it was our Dad who was behind it all but we decided to rise above it and cut all ties. Eventually, we found another flat in the northern region, far enough away from our Dad who lived in the south. We changed our mobile numbers and email addresses so there was no way he could contact us.
So all this happened in the few weeks after my dad had turned up. It was eventful and somewhat rewarding having stood up to the bitter man I call my father.
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“Laura, you gonna get up baby? You’ve got a job interview today. Don’t tell me you forgot.” Shaun’s sweet voice sang to my ears, while the smell of a full English breakfast with a freshly brewed coffee awoke my hunger.
“Mmmm, not yet. I don’t wanna work,” I protested, replaying a scenario back when I was fifteen and he had woken me up because I had a job interview for a nearby café.
He chuckled deeply knowing too well what I was doing.
“Laura Elaine Parker, get out of that bed now.” What a dick! I bolted upright and glared at him. He had never called me by my full name and I wasn’t gonna let him start.
“Well, that got you up didn’t it? You can tell me off later but right now you need to go into the shower over in that room,” he pointed to add emphasis, “and get some food in you, I’ll keep it warm for you so take your time.”
“I’ll only go in the shower if you join me,” I said while folding my arms over my bare chest.
“Kinky bitch,” he muttered.
Before I had time to reply, or act, to his comment, he had me in a fireman’s lift and was carrying me to the shower. I couldn’t see much as the blanket had covered my eyes and Shaun had restrained my arms but I could hear the water start and the shower curtain being withdrawn. He wouldn’t dare. Turns out he would and the next thing I knew I was wrapped in a sodden blanket, while being soaking wet myself, with Shaun fully clothed in soggy attire smiling at me.
“Hmm, what a fantasy to have fulfilled on such short notice…” he said, while wiggling his eyebrows.
I tapped his bicep. “And what does that fantasy entail?” I asked, waiting to be enlightened.
“Well, let’s just say that’s for me to know and you to enjoy.” His wide, white smile gleaming with a cheeky grin.
“Yeah, and I’m the kinky bitch,” I retaliated with as much sarcasm as possible.
Just as I finished rolling my eyes, I felt my body get pushed up against the tiled wall and my lips be engulfed in a wet kiss. As Shaun began to ravish my body with his hands, he began to kiss down my neck.
“What about our breakfast?” I said, in a comical voice.
“Fuck the breakfast,” he retorted as he aimed for my tender nipple.
As his lips encased the swollen flesh I gasped sharply and relished in the feel. His hands had started to head downwards and his expert fingers were soon working fiendishly on my clit.
“Shaun, you’re gonna make me come any time soon,” I announced before erupting into a massive orgasm which was too powerful to control but incredibly enjoyable.
“AHHHHHHH, SHAUUUUUUUN” I screamed, as he pinned me closer to the wall so my weakened legs didn’t need to support my body weight.
I slumped there in euphoric bliss while he meticulously cleaned my tender pussy and the rest of my body, as he stepped out of the shower with me in his arms he relieved himself of the clothing he was wearing and decided to wear a white fluffy robe for the rest of the morning. He wrapped me in a bath towel before combing my hair, precisely separating my parting.
“What, you not wanting anything?” I asked, genuinely shocked.
“Nope, I want you as relaxed as possible for your job interview. Now go and get dress while I make you some porridge. I don’t think reheated eggs will go down so well.” I laughed as he screwed his face up with a pretend act of disgust.
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The interview went better than expected, I would even dare say that I might get the job at the art gallery, but I definitely didn’t want to jinx it. Fingers crossed. As soon as I left the building of my hopefully new place of employment, I was overcome by a wave of nausea which stopped me in my tracks. I then realised that I needed to be sick and all I could do was retrace my steps and run, rather awkwardly and rushed, back in to the building to find the nearest lavatory. As I sat tucked down the side of the toilet feeling sorry for myself and confused, I realised what caused the sudden onset. I saw someone who was familiar. But it couldn’t have been, could it? No-one knows you live here, so it couldn’t have been. I decided it must have been a lookalike and decided it was time to clean up and make my way home.
As I walked into the apartment, I was hit with the scent of dinner cooking and boy, it was divine. I ventured further into my home to find Shaun dozing on the settee with his long legs rested on the coffee table and at his feet were a bouquet of roses, white to be précised. As I found a card on closer inspection I began to read;
Congratulations Darling! I knew you could do it, you left your phone and the art gallery called offering you the job so I thought I’d surprise you so, SURPRISE!
As I laughed at his typical Shaun-ness, it suddenly sunk in that after many failed attempts at job interviews I actually had a successful one, which made me to squeal with delight. Shaun obviously hadn’t expected the sharp unexpected noise and he awoke with a stumble and ended up on the floor. As I began to giggle, he smiled like a Cheshire cat and engulfed me in a kiss and hug, congratulating me profusely.
“I knew you’d do it baby girl. I’m so very proud of you,” he said as he began to squeeze me harder.
“If you keep squeezing there won’t be any of me left to go to work,” I remarked, trying to stifle a giggle.
“Oh yeah, sorry,” he said, giggling to himself. “Are you feeling okay? You don’t look so good,” he added.
“Hm? Oh, yeah. When my interview finished I walked out the building to be greeted with the most overwhelming feeling of nausea ever and had to rush back in to be sick. Afterwards I realised I saw…someone. But it can’t have been who I thought it was, probably a duplicate,” I replied with a hearty laugh.
“Who?” He decided to probe, which confused me.
“Well, I thought I saw dad, but as I said it couldn’t have been him. How the hell would he know where that we live up north and know the exact town?” I answered, proud with my reasoning.
“You’re right, hey, when you said you suddenly felt sick I thought you was gonna turn around and say you were pregnant.” He spoke, laughing once he finished at his minor worry.
