“Where have you been?” Becky interrogated as I approached.  My first thought was intrusive.  I saw myself “adjusting” my bottoms so I could retrieve some of Daddy’s deposit, then rub it on her face.  She would be so shocked, and maybe jealous.  I pushed the thought away. I wanted to tell her, but I knew I couldn’t, not yet. 

“I was looking for my Daddy.  I searched everywhere,” I answered as the image of my Mom and Uncle Thad in the cellar rushed into my mind.  I can’t tell her that either; it would destroy her!  “I finally found him, sleeping in the treehouse,” I said, shaking my head and chuckling.

“I see.” She eyed me carefully. “C’mon, let’s go!” She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the water.  We waded in past our waist, then began playing and goofing around, pushing each other over, diving under the water for a sneak attack, stuff we had done to each other for years. 

We were catching our breath with our backs to the shore when I heard a growl and two strong arms clamping me in a bear hug. I shrieked in surprise just before being hoisted out of the water and tossed effortlessly.

“Dad!” I exclaimed as I popped up, wiping the water from my face. “You scared the shit out of me!” Beth stood by, giggling uncontrollably.

“Yup, there goes a piece now! Watch out, Becky, it’s comin’ for ya!” he teased.  Becky began to laugh heartily now.

“Ha, ha,” I said, feigning offense.  “Really, Becks?  It wasn’t that funny.”

“The look on your face was priceless,” Becky managed as tears began to stream from her eyes.

“Get her, Dad,” I commanded. 

He barely seemed to move; his motions were so quick and fluid.  He grabbed Becky and tossed her straight up. Her thin body became a tangle of flailing arms and legs. She screeched in delight as she reached the top of her flight and came plummeting down with a splash.  As she emerged from the water, hands slicking back her hair, Dad covered her in a loose hug and looked around nervously.

“Becky, you need to, uh, fix yourself,” he whispered.  Her perky breasts and pink nipples had been on display before Dad covered her. Becky flushed and dipped back into the water.  “Did it come off?” he asked.

“No, no, just down,” she answered as I moved in to help. Dad stood with his back to us, keeping watch, as we resecured Becky’s top. “All good. Thank you.”

“I don’t think anyone else saw, just me. Sorry.” He offered with a shameful look.

“It’s ok, accidents happen, at least it was just you,” Becky reassured.

He started walking back towards the beach. “Hey, where you goin’?” I asked as Becky and I caught up and stopped him.

“I think I’m done tossing you around today.”

“Oh, come on, Daddy.  You don’t have to go.” I looked at Becky for support, but she was gawking at something.  I followed her gaze to the perfect outline of my dad’s package, vacuumed inside his wet swim trunks. He wasn’t aroused, but the girth was still very clear. I nudged Becky back to reality.

“No,” she said with a start, “you don’t have to go. And you don’t have to feel bad.  Things happen; I’m just glad it wasn’t at a water park or something, and you were there to cover me.”

We each grabbed a hand and pulled him back towards deeper water. He resisted at first, but then gave in with a chuckle, “Okay, okay, you win.” Then let us lead him back to where we had been.  Once there, we tackled him, trying to knock him over into the water. He pulled one arm with Becky attached to it and hip-tossed her into the water. I followed right after.

We continued on in this fashion, us trying and failing to knock him over, for some time.  Finally, I jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. I could feel his excitement growing as he looked into my eyes.  In his distraction, Becky knocked us both over, finally knocking him off his feet. I emerged from beneath the water with a cry of success.

“We finally got him!” I celebrated, giving Becky a high five.

“I think you cheated,” he jested.

I swam over to him and stood up, running my hand along his shaft, taking full advantage of the camouflage of the water. “Oh, do we need a round two?” I teased in a pouty voice, the innuendo very deliberate.

He drew in a slow breath, “Maybe…later.” His answer was just as deliberately suggestive.

“Why don’t we have round two right now?” Becky asked. Thank God I had my back to her, and she did not see my face as I gave a noiseless chuckle.

Dad smiled knowingly and answered, “Because I’m hungry, aren’t you two?”

“So, hungry,” I immediately chirped, hoping my words relayed the suggestion I was implying.

“Now that you mention it,” Becky agreed.

So, we all headed in to have a bite to eat.  I grabbed a burger and chips, then joined Becky at the picnic table. We were alone, but I still leaned in clandestinely. “You were totally checking out my Dad’s package earlier.”

“I was not!” Becky retorted emphatically. I looked at her with eyes that screamed I knew better. “Okay, so I was.  Can you blame me? It’s your fault.”

“Me?” I placed a hand to my chest. “I glued your eyes to his crotch?”

“No, you told me about that damn toy!”

I laughed, and Becky laughed with me. We finished our meal with quiet conversation, then went to play some of the other games set up around camp while Dad mingled with the other adults.

Darkness fell before we knew it. Many of the family had left to go home, but some remained, camping overnight. Many of us gathered around a fire, sharing ghost stories and watching the flames flicker across the faces of those engrossed in the tale.

“Where’s Mom?” I asked as Dad sat down beside me.

“She’s sitting with her sister. Your Aunt Pipi had a little too much to drink.”

“Oh,” was all I said. But now I was suspicious. Becky was sitting with Aunt Pipi, a nickname she earned when I was young and couldn’t say Penelope.

“Earlier,” he whispered into my ear, “is there anything we need to worry about?”

“No,” I reassured. “I’m on the pill.”

“Oh,” he looked a little surprised and a lot relieved.

“I’m going to go find Becky,” I whispered as I got up.

“O.k., hurry back,” he smiled and patted my leg.

I turned toward the cabin and trotted off into the darkness. As I approached, I quietly mounted the steps and peered in through the screen door. There sat Becky and her mom on the couch. Aunt Pipi was mostly unconscious, and Becky watched with a trash can nearby. Mom was nowhere to be seen.  I went back down the steps and towards the back of the cabin to the basement door.

“So, when are you coming to work with me?” I heard my mom’s voice clearly.

“The transfer will be complete at the end of the month; I’ll start the following Monday.”

“Good, then I won’t need to be “called in” as much,” she said with a giggle. The two left the basement; Uncle Thad carried a blanket as they headed toward a dark and isolated part of the beach. I quietly followed, not able to make out their conversation.

When they reached a spot they were happy with, they stopped and spread the blanket. Mom’s bathing suit was off in a second, and Uncle Thad’s shorts were off even quicker.  I hid behind a tree, about forty feet away, the moonlight allowing me to make out their entwined bodies as the shadows danced across them, their faces obscured in the darkness, but their voices were carried by the water and the light breeze.

Their bodies moved with familiar precision; my mother arched her back and moaned quietly into the night sky. Uncle Thad moved on top of her, deftly, keeping rhythm with the waves lapping against the shore behind them.  I remained quiet and still, wondering how long they’d been lovers.

“WHATCHA DOIN’?” a low voice burst out in a whisper, startling me so bad I thought my heart would stop.  I turned to see Becky crouched behind me.

“Shhh!” I admonished, and began to drag her away. I cautioned a look back to see if we were spotted, but they were still busy with each other.

“What were you doing lurking behind that tree?”

“Come on!” I whispered the command, pulling her faster, trotting now.

“Who was on the beach?” she questioned further.

“Why were you following me? I thought you were with your mother.” I demanded as we approached the group by the fire.

“She’s passed out. I thought I saw you at the door, so I came to see.  Who were you watching? Was it your dad?” she prodded relentlessly.

“I don’t know, no one,” I fumbled. “Come on.” I led her closer to the group.

As we arrived, Becky saw my dad sitting by the fire. I could see the calculations in her eyes as she scanned the area.

“What the…” she gasped, turning on her heel and heading back the way we came.

“Where are you going?” I asked, panic in my voice.

“To see for myself.”

“Leave it,” I said with conviction.

“What? You can’t be serious. What the fuck do you mean, leave it?” Becky was exasperated. I struggled to keep her from walking back to the beach.

“What are you going to do, huh? Confront them? Blow up? If they’re even still there.”

Becky stopped and looked at me as the tears began to well in her eyes.  “I don’t know.”

“Come on, let’s go talk.” Becky gave in and followed me to a picnic table under a tree, away from everyone.

I told her what I had learned that day and how I felt they had been seeing each other for a long time. “If I’m right, they’ve been living this way for a long time, and nothing is going to change that now.  We just need to keep living like we don’t know the truth until something changes.”

“I don’t know if I can.”

“This doesn’t change your relationship with anyone. Just your perspective. I’ll get to the bottom of it eventually. Just give me some time, okay?”  Becky nodded in agreement and put her head on me as I held her. We were closer now, not that we weren’t before, but now we were also sisters in pain.

“Let’s go back to the fire,” I suggested after several minutes. Becky sighed heavily and stood up.

We went back to the fire and sat next to my dad. “Everything o.k.?” he asked as we sat.

“Yeah, too much sun, I think.” I pointed towards the bottle of wine next to him, “Can we?”

“Go ahead,” he answered with a smile. “I’ve already finished two.” With that, he stood. “I’m tired; don’t stay up too late. Good night.”

“Good night,” we responded.

“Come on, we’ll drink this inside,” I nudged Becky. 

We went to our shared bedroom in the cabin, and I opened the wine. Becky snatched it from my hand and took a long draw off it.

“Easy killer,” I said jokingly. “You’re a bit of a lightweight.”

“I don’t really care tonight; I just want sleep.”  She took another long drink before handing me the bottle. I downed a couple of gulps then handed it back.

Becky turned it up, and when she handed it back, she looked at me apologetically, “Sorry, I finished it.”

“That’s o.k., you needed it more than me.” 

Becky climbed into the bed and closed her eyes. “It’s going to be all right, right?”

“It will, eventually.”  It didn’t take long, and Becky drifted off to sleep. 

I left the room and snuck down the hall to where my parents slept. I opened the door and peered inside. There was Daddy, sleeping peacefully; my mother had not returned.  I went in and closed the door. Making my way to the bed, I lifted the covers to find Daddy in his usual bedtime attire. Nothing. Excited, I climbed gently onto the bed and took his cock in my hands.

I began by slowly kissing it along the shaft, swirling my tongue across the head as I reached the top. As my saliva began to flow, I started taking him into my mouth, feeling him grow with each slide of my mouth.  Soon, he was fully erect, and Daddy began to moan lightly, not quite awake as his hands tangled in my hair.

“MM, that’s good; I love you, baby.” He groaned as I continued to work my hand and mouth up and down on his shaft. I groaned back a response, not stopping. It must have been enough in his half-sleep state. His body tensed, and I took everything he had to offer, swallowing the sweet-and-salty concoction without a problem, since I knew what to expect.

As he came down from his orgasm and softened, I continued to clean the little dribbles of cum that eked out. He moaned contentedly and was back asleep before he knew it. Satisfied with my performance, I made my way back to the hallway. I was halfway back to my room when I heard the front door and voices. I stopped and listened intently.

“Good night, Thad.” My mom's voice was barely audible. “I can’t wait to do this again.”

“Me neither; we should’ve been together from the start.”

“Just a few more years until the kids are all grown…”

“I know, I know. Good night.” Uncle Thad concluded their conversation.

I stepped quietly back into my room and shut the door. I climbed into the bed I shared with Becky and lay down.

“Where have you been?” Becky asked, rolling to me, a slight slur and sleepiness in her voice.

“I thought you were asleep.”

“Well?” she prodded, so I kissed her on her lips. The sweet taste of Daddy’s juices was still fresh on my lips.

“What was that?” she asked, confusion crossing her lips as soon as her tongue touched them.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow. Get some sleep.” She didn’t argue, but rolled over and went back to sleep. I rested my arm on her shoulder and did the same.