The next morning, I woke up early; the sun was barely peeking through the window. The birds outside the window were chirping happily. I looked at Becky, lying on her belly, one arm off the bed, one foot out of the covers, and her face turned to one side with a thin line of drool dampening her pillow. I laughed lightly and got up, stretched, left to use the bathroom, then came back and sat in the overstuffed chair next to the bed, debating how to proceed. 

Do I confront my mother? Or Uncle Thad? Do I play detective? I wasn’t sure. There was more at stake here than just my curiosity. There was also Becky, and my little sister, my dad, and Aunt Pipi. It was a delicate situation. It needed to be handled the right way.

I was lost deep in thought and didn’t notice Becky turn to look at me.

“You’re up early,” she mumbled.

“I couldn’t sleep; my brain is spinning,” I answered, snapping out of deep thought.

“About your mom and my dad?”

“Yeah, I need to approach this without causing a complete family nuclear fallout.”

“I understand.”

“Is that all you recall from last night, Miss Let Me Drink a Whole Bottle of Wine?” I tested the waters.

“Yeah, what else happened?”

“Nothing, I just didn’t know if you’d heard the conversation downstairs,” I replied, a little disappointed, a little relieved.  I did what I did on impulse, but I didn’t know if I was ready to tell her.

“What conversation?”

“I overheard Mom and Uncle Thad talking when they got back. From the sounds of it, this has been going on for a long time. Years maybe. And they are just waiting until all of us children are grown. I don’t know what will happen then, but that is their plan.” I watched as Becky absorbed this new information.

Becky’s mouth hung agape, her eyes wide as saucers. “WHAT THE FUCK!” she exclaimed quietly.

“I don’t know. Just don’t say anything, okay?”

“I won’t, I just…I can’t believe. Dad…and…what the hell?”

“It’s crazy, it’s a lot to take in.”

“Understatement of the century.”

“We should go catch some breakfast and try to enjoy the day. Don’t worry, I’ll let you know what I learn.”

“Okay, but one more thing first.”

“What’s that?”

“You were going to tell me about the kiss.” Dammit.

“I thought you didn’t remember that,” I retorted accusingly.

Becky shrugged, “Well?”

“What were you into last night? It wasn’t something I was familiar with.”

I took a deep breath, looked at her apprehensively, and just blurted it out. “Daddy.”

She looked at me without comprehension. “Huh?”

“After you fell asleep, I snuck into Daddy’s room. I played with him and sucked him,” I said apprehensively. “I don’t even think he knew it was me in there,” I added for good measure.

“Gina! You didn’t!” Becky’s face became an “O” of shock and surprise.

“I did,” I admitted.

“What if he had woken up? What if your mother had walked in? What were you thinking?”

“I don’t know. I guess I wasn’t,” I answered, and that was probably more true than I realized.

“You are a naughty, dirty little vixen! How was it? Did it look like the toy?”

I didn’t know what to do with her reaction, so I answered truthfully. “I think it’s bigger than the toy. I had fun, and you got a little taste. What did you think?”

“I mean, I was drunk and half asleep. It didn’t seem unpleasant, but I think I’d need a better sample.” 

I feigned shock and offense at her statement, but the offense was only a half-truth. I was feeling a bit greedy and possessive at this point, and I did not want to share him.  “I don’t know, we’ll see,” was all I said, and left it at that.  That seemed good enough for Becky, as she got up and dressed to go downstairs for breakfast.

It had been almost two weeks since the family reunion. The rest of our time that day had been relatively normal and uneventful. That night, everyone returned home. Becky had been hounding me about getting to the bottom of what was going on, but I didn’t have any new leads. Then one night, Mom got dressed and left for work.

“Thought she was off tonight?” I asked.

“She was called in,” Dad responded, seeming a little dejected. 

I couldn’t stop myself; I don’t know if it was a burst of anger or the look on Daddy’s face, but I blurted out, “Mom’s fucking Uncle Thad. That’s why she gets ‘called in’ so much.”

My Dad looked at me with surprise but not shock. Not the reaction I expected.  “I know,” he said calmly.

Now it was my turn to be shocked, “You know?!!”

“Come, sit,” he stated, patting the couch next to him. I sat. “Yes, I know. How do you know?”

“I caught them at the reunion. They don’t know I know. About them or their plan after we’re out of the house.”

Dad took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’m sorry you had to learn about this.”

“Becky knows, too.  Explain it to me, because I’m confused.”

His brow furrowed, but he slumped back into the couch and began.  “When your mom and I were dating, Thad and Penelope were also dating.  One night, your mom was home; I was at work; and Penelope was supposed to meet Thad. Thad was at the house waiting, but Penelope couldn’t get away from work. Thad and your mom sat all night, hanging out together. That’s when it all started.  After that, they talked more and more until they realized they were falling for each other.  They claim they were going to tell us and be together, but then your mom got pregnant. Shortly after that, Penelope got pregnant too. So, Thad stayed with Penelope, and your mom stayed with me.”

“Does Aunt Pipi know?”

“Yes.”

“Is that why she drinks so much at the family reunions?”

“Yes, your mom and Thad have been hooking up there for years. That’s how we found out. You were young. Your sister wasn’t even thought of yet.”

“You’ve been carrying this around for over a decade?” I asked incredulously.

“Yes, but I do it for you girls. You are more important to me than anything.”

“I’m sorry,” I started.

“Why? You are not responsible for any of this. I’m sorry you had to find out. And Becky. I feel bad for her, too.”

“I know I’m not, but you’ve dealt with this for so long. I’ve only known for a couple of weeks, and I know the burden it has placed on me. I can't imagine the weight it has put on you.”

“It’s okay. In the beginning, I was angry. I still held out hope. Now I’ve accepted what is to be. We have an ‘open’ relationship, as your mother likes to call it. But really, she is the only one exercising that openness. That is, until we…well, you know.”

I smiled, “Yes, I know.” I moved in and gave him a firm embrace, my heart swelling for him even more. Things made so much more sense now. Mom’s late-night call-ins, Aunt Pipi, even how easy it was for me to seduce Daddy. It got my mind thinking about other things, but for now, I wanted to comfort him and let him know how much I loved and appreciated him.

“Thank you for the hug, Guppy. I needed that.” I hugged him tighter. The nickname came from my younger days when I would make fish faces at him.

“Come on,” I said, pulling on his hand as I stood up. “Let’s go to your room.”  He stood and followed me to his bedroom, where I slowly undressed him, and he did the same to me. We were in no hurry and had the house to ourselves. 

Our clothes were now discarded in a haphazard pile on the floor. I laid him down on the bed and began to kiss him all over, starting with his lips. Moving my body between his legs, I worked my way down his neck to his chest. I inhaled deeply, filling my nose with his musk. His natural scent mingled with a hint of deodorant and soap, a combination I will never forget. I continued to kiss his chest, running my fingers through his chest hair as I moved lower, crossing his abdomen to find his manhood swelling with delight.

I took him into my mouth, his semi-rigid state allowing me to engulf him nearly to the base. I wrapped my lips firmly around the shaft, pressing my tongue against the bottom as I gave gentle suction and drew him slowly from my mouth. The end result was his soldier standing at full attention, saluting my lips proudly. I lowered again, easing my lips slowly back down his now fully rigid shaft. Tantalizing every inch I could muster, even though that was only about half his length. Perhaps less on this occasion, as he felt unusually girthy. I worked what I could, stroking the rest with my hand as he groaned beneath me. I could feel his muscles tense; I knew he was getting close.

Without warning, he flipped me over, pinning my hands above my head. He looked into my eyes with animalistic intensity, then his gaze softened as he slid down. He hooked my legs in his arms, brought his face gently to my hot, wet lady lips, and plunged his tongue deeply within me. In and out, he penetrated me with his tongue, probing my cervix, massaging my G-spot. I never knew a tongue could feel so wonderful.

After a few minutes of him exploring my depths, he began slow, broad strokes with the flat of his tongue. Every lick covered me from my dripping opening to the top of my hood and ended with the tip of his tongue flicking my clit with butterfly flutters. I squirmed against him. He held me in place, penetrating me only with his tongue. Then he began alternating suction on my clit with rapid flicks. First hard, then gentle, so gently it was barely there, but the electric jolts it sent through my body were undeniable.  Before I knew it, I was bucking against his chin as he held my hips and matched my every move. My legs clamped tightly around his head, my breathing stopped, my back arched, and my hands grasped the back of his head as my orgasm exploded across my body.  Daddy responded by holding his position, allowing the orgasm to run its course. My tension released all at once, as I crashed back to the bed, the room swirled, and stars exploded behind my eyes. I finally remembered how to breathe.

He wasn’t done with me.  He came up to meet my eyes. Not with lust. With love. His eyes looked through me into my soul, and I could see into his.  He entered me slowly as a thousand tendrils reached out from that hot, sensitive place between my legs and gripped me all over again. He moved slowly, deeply, ensuring he reached every neglected corner of my womb. He made love to me. Deep, passionate, honest love.

My walls hugged him, not wanting to let go of this feeling. He pressed his forehead to mine and kissed me, still moving slowly, rhythmically to the song our souls were singing. I held his shoulders and pulled him deeper with my legs as his tempo began to skip. He arched as he came, and I came with him. I could feel every pulse of his climax; my muscles clenching, gripping, refusing to allow him to leave.

But he was in no hurry to leave. We remained together long after he had begun to soften and our mixed juices spilled onto the bed.  When he did move, it was only to lie beside me, pulling me close and holding me tightly. We lay there silently in the afterglow of our coupling. Nothing needed to be said, our bodies had said it all.