“What the Fuck do you mean, ‘They know’?” Becky asked emphatically. Her anger and disbelief were well warranted.

“Just what I said. It’s all out in the open.”

“And they’ve known for years?” Becky was exasperated. “Years,” she emphasized again.

“Yes,” was all I said, as I watched Becky process this new information. She paced back and forth, hands moving to her head as she mumbled to herself, then back to her sides, fists clenching and unclenching as she tried to understand.

“So…what? What now?” she asked, her face troubled.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing. Nothing?” She was nearing hysterics. I could see her eyes darting around as she tried to wrap her head around it.

“Look, they’ve been living this way for years. Maintaining happy homes. They’ve made their peace with it. The only thing that has changed is that now, we know.” 

Becky gave a nervous chuckle. “How are you so calm?”

“What good does it do to get worked up? Is it shocking? Yes. Is it fair? No. Is it our choice? No. Does it change anything? No. Do our parents love us? Yes. Apparently enough to keep up this façade for our sake.”  With this new viewpoint, Becky began to calm down, then cry. I sat with her on the edge of her bed and held her.

“Did your dad ever get with my mom?” Becky asked between tears.

“I asked the same thing. No. They just weren’t into each other that way,” I answered. It was one less thing to worry about.

When Becky regained her composure, I went home. She wanted to be alone for a bit. I protested, but she insisted.  When I arrived, Mom was getting ready to leave. We had a normal conversation, and she was completely oblivious to the fact that I knew her secret. While I did feel betrayed by her actions, I felt worse for Dad. He was the one who really suffered in all of this.

Three days later, Becky called and sounded unusually chipper. “You need to come over. Right now,” she demanded.

“Okay, I’ll be there shortly.”  I didn’t know what was going on, but her tone was very different from what it had been since the family reunion.

When I arrived, she quickly ushered me upstairs to her room. “What is going on?” I questioned.

“Open your mouth,” she ordered.

“Excuse me? Why?”

“Do it,” she repeated, producing a swab. I opened my mouth, and she roughly probed my cheek. Satisfied, she skipped over to her dresser and placed the swab in a package.

“Okay, what gives?”

“It’s a DNA test,” she answered in a sing-song voice.

“What are you doing?”

“Satisfying my curiosity.” Her answer was matter-of-fact and absolute.  At this point, if it brought her peace, I didn’t care.

“And who are we testing?”

“You, me, my dad; do you think you can get a sample from your dad?”

“I am not asking my dad to do that.”

“I didn’t ask; I wiped a little drool off his face while he was sleeping in the chair,” she responded with a chuckle.

“No.”

“That’s fine; this will do for now.”

“What do you hope to accomplish?”

“I don’t know, peace of mind?”

“Fair enough.” It was nice to see Becky in a different mood. She was clear, level-headed, much more herself. We talked for a while before I left; this time I didn’t feel the need to protest.

“Gina!” my mom hollered from downstairs, “Becky’s here!”

“Okay, be right down!” I hollered back. Becky met me halfway down the stairs; we turned and went back to my room. “Hey Becks, what’s going on?” I asked as we closed the door.

“The test results are back,” she answered excitedly. We sat down and opened the computer. Becky logged in to her account and opened her test results.

We sat there as the page loaded; Becky’s mouth dropped open, and all the color drained from her face. I felt my heart swirl and drop into my stomach.

“We’re sisters,” Becky croaked hoarsely. I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat not going down. Uncle Thad was my father, not my uncle.

“Half-sisters, to be more accurate,” I creaked.

“I…um…Fuck.” That was all Becky was able to manage.

“MOM!”

“What are you doing?” Becky asked in a panic.

“MOTHER!” I yelled, completely ignoring the question.

“What is it…?” Her voice trailed off as she opened the door and saw our faces. “What’s wrong?” she asked shakily.

“Uncle Thad is my Father?” I accused bluntly.  Now it was my mother’s turn to lose the color in her face.

“Yes.” She hung her head, accepting her fate.

“What the Fuck, Mom? Does Dad know?”

“No.”
“How long have you known?”

“We suspected from the start, but your father was insistent on marrying me and well…wait, how did you find out?”

“Becky did a DNA test. We know all about you and Uncle Thad or should I say, Uncle Dad?”

“How do you know?”

“You weren’t as sneaky as you thought at the family reunion.”

“Oh.”

“Well, the cat’s out now. Spill it.”

“There was a possibility. Your dad was so excited I was pregnant, then Penelope got pregnant. We figured it was easier this way. We didn’t know for sure. It wasn’t until a few years later. I wanted to know. I did a test. I never told Thad.”

“What about my sister?” I demanded. “Is she his too?”

“No,” she replied, beginning to cry.

“Well, thank you for totally fucking up this family, and hers,” I laid the blame with conviction.

“I’m sorry, I…”

“No. And I’m going to tell Dad.”

“No, you…”

“Yes. I will tell him. It’ll be better coming from me.”

“What do you want? What can I say?” She was almost pleading.

“Nothing. We keep going as we have. But everything will be out in the open.”

“And your sister?”

“I’m not telling her; I won’t be the one to break her heart. But now you know, we know.  Do I need to talk to Uncle Dad?”

“No, I’ll talk to him.” With that, she left.

Becky sat there, mouth and eyes wide open.  “What did you just do? What THE FUCK did you just do?”

“I cleared the air.”

“Oh my god, oh my god,” Becky began pacing around the room.

“Relax…”

“Relax?” she interrupted. “Relax? Ha. Easy for you to say. I’m the one who basically stole the evidence.”

“It’s fine. Nothing changes, except we don’t have to carry the burden of knowing things and trying to pretend like we don’t.”

Becky stopped. I could see the weight physically come off her shoulders. “God! You’re annoying sometimes.”

“That’s what big sisters are for,” I teased.

“Uh, you’re two weeks older; don’t start,” she fired back with disgust. 

She flopped onto my bed and closed her eyes. The intensity of the last few minutes must have hit hard as she dozed off almost immediately.  I lay down beside her, brushed the hair from her face, smiled, and closed my eyes.

I woke an hour later to a commotion downstairs.

“Tell him! Don’t tell him! I don’t give a damn! It changes nothing! She’s mine, regardless!” I heard my dad’s voice clearly. A moment later, I heard a door slam.  It was the first time I’d ever heard my dad get angry and the first time I’d ever heard my parents argue. I looked at Becky, still very dead to the world, and wondered how much she’d been sleeping lately. I got up and went down to the kitchen.

Mom was standing at the counter as I entered. I looked at her with a glare. “I told you I would tell him.”

“I just…” she started.

“No. Once again, you couldn’t help making a mess of things. Haven’t you hurt him enough?”

“How dare you! You have no idea…” she retorted defiantly.

“I know enough. But would you like to elaborate on that?” I interrupted. She looked at me with calculating eyes, but said nothing. “Well?” I demanded.

“You know enough,” she grumbled, barely distinguishable as speech.

“I figured.” With that, I turned on my heel and headed towards my parents' room.

I tapped lightly on the door. “It’s open,” my father answered indifferently.

“Hi, Daddy,” I said softly as I approached. He had his back to me, and as I neared, he turned away. I could see his shoulders hitch as he breathed and knew he had been crying.

“Hi, Sweetie,” he managed.

“It’s okay, Daddy. I agree, nothing changes. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“Becky and I, we did the test. That’s how we found out.”

“You shouldn’t have had to find out… I shouldn’t have had to find out this way. She should have been honest with me.”

“I love you, Daddy. That will never change.” I moved closer and climbed into his lap. He fell over, taking me with him, and cuddled me on the bed.

“I love you, too,” he said, burying his face in my hair.  He pulled me tight and held me for several minutes, then said, “I’m sorry you had to hear us argue.”

I chuckled lightly. “That’s what you’re worried about? I think it was justified.”

“I know, but I’m sorry.”

“No need to be, as far as I’m concerned.” I rolled over and kissed him on the cheek.

He smiled. “I should talk to your mother.”

“I’ll send her,” I said, getting up. “I have to go check on Becky, anyway.”

“Thank you.” He stood and waited as I left. I told my mother he wished to speak as I walked by, then went back upstairs.

Becky was still sleeping when I walked in, so I pounced on her. “Wakey, wakey sleepyhead,” I called.

She rolled with a grunt. “Jerk.”

“C’mon, get up.”

She stretched and groaned. “I was pretty out, huh?”

“Yes. Have you been sleeping?”

“Ehh,” she responded, with a so-so hand gesture and a shrug of her shoulders.

“I didn’t think so. You missed quite the shitstorm.”

“What happened?”

“Dad came home, and Mom decided to tell him.”

“I thought you were going to tell him.”

“Well, that’s what I told her. But you know how she is.”

Becky shook her head and clicked her tongue. “Unbelievable.”

“Apparently she was debating whether or not to tell your dad.”

“I don’t think it matters anymore,” she said with a huff, her face twisted in a look of anger and betrayal.

“Then why the look?”

“It doesn’t affect our family as much as it does yours. I just feel like she can’t stop creating upheaval. I mean, what about your sister?”

“If Mom wants to go down that road, that’s on her. I’m not saying a damn thing.”

Becky nodded in agreement, then stood. “Take me home?”

“Sure,” I answered and grabbed my keys. It was probably a good idea to let my parents have some privacy anyway.

A week later, things were pretty much back to normal.  They were still keeping up the façade for my sister's sake. They had gone out for Mommy/Daddy date night, something that has been a staple for as long as I can remember.  It was just after 10 p.m. when Daddy pulled into the driveway. I heard my sister run to the door.

“Hi Daddy!”

“Hello, Pumpkin. Why are you still up? It’s late.”

“I missed you and wanted to see you before I went to bed. How was your date? What movie did you see? Was the food good? Where’d you go? Where’s Momma?” she blurted out all at once.

“Slow down, kiddo. We had Italian; it was good. The movie sucked; it was not worth the hype. And your mother was called in to work. So much for Mom and Dad Date Night, huh?” I could sense the tone in his voice; he tried to make it sound like disappointment.

“I’m sorry your night was ruined. At least the food was good,” she chirped.

“It was, and it’s okay. It happens. We’ll try again in a couple of years, when we get a break. Maybe when we have no kids in the house, and we’re retired,” he jested, but the sarcasm was obvious.

“Not funny. You’ll get a chance before then. I know you will.”

“OK, you, off to bed. You have school tomorrow,” he reminded her. It was still summer, but she attended summer learning.

“I know, I know.” She pouted as she went off to bed.

He entered the kitchen. “Hi, Gina, thanks for watching the kiddo.”

“It was no problem. I heard; sorry your night sucked. Mine was pretty boring,” I offered. We both knew where she was. With Thad.

I handed him a glass, and he took a sip. Whiskey. He took another drink, downing what remained, and set the glass down. I turned, backed up against him, put my left arm back around his neck as I wiggled my ass on him. “Can I make your night better?” I cooed. He groaned into my neck as he kissed it. I reached behind me with her and grasped his member, feeling it grow beneath my touch.

He slid his hands from my legs to my chest, cupping one breast in each hand. Giving them a gentle squeeze, he continued to kiss and flick his tongue on my neck, making me groan and giggle.  He then slid into my sweatpants, trekking inside my panties, where I was clean-shaven pussy very wet and slick with excitement. He plunged a finger into my depths before teasing my erect clit. It was only a few moments before I backed into him with rapid breath as my first climax swept over me.

I turned, hungry with lust. I undid his pants and guided them to the floor. I licked his balls, gently, then brought my tongue up the entirety of his shaft before swirling my tongue around the head and engulfing his member, taking him as far inside my mouth as I could. I slid him in and out, keeping my touch delicate, but I was feeling ravenous, and I really just wanted to take him, all of him, roughly. His groans of pleasure kept me in check, as I felt his muscles begin to tense.

I stopped and stood, wanting to prolong his pleasure. I pushed my pants and panties to the floor, turned again, stepped out of my clothes, and pushed my wet and ready pussy against his throbbing cock.  I slid my pussy against his rigid shaft a few times, my excited and sensitive bits making me squirm with delight. Then, he spun me around, picked me up, and set me on the island. I spread my legs as he dipped his head towards my aching pussy. I waited for him to devour me. He did not disappoint; licking up every drop of my excitement hungrily as though he had been starved.

I rested my heels on his shoulders, my fingers locking in his hair as he licked and swirled and sucked at my lips and clit, thrusting his tongue into my depths, savoring the juices oozing from me. I stifled a groan as my legs alternately squeezed and released his head as wave after wave of climaxes coursed through me, the ebb and flow not creating the tidal wave of excitement but building it.

He instinctively inserted a finger to massage my sensitive G-spot. Almost instantly, my body went rigid as the new sensation quickened me to a major climax. My legs clamped shut on his head, and my body stiffened as I tried to escape his tongue. The effort was fruitless, as my legs refused to let go.  All I could do was hold my breath and ride out the orgasm. He remained motionless until I was able to release him. He could have tortured me with pleasure, continuing to lick and prod as my orgasm had me in lockdown, but he did not.

When my legs finally relaxed, he lapped at my dripping juices teasingly, my body spasming with each touch. I quietly pleaded, “Wait. Wait.” He smiled as he came in for a kiss. I kissed him deeply, then guided his pulsating cock inside me.  The sensations were overwhelming, but I continued.   He began with long, slow strokes; this was a blessing for my heightened sensitivity.

As my body relaxed, his strokes became faster, deeper, claiming in their intensity. I began clenching, tightening my muscles on every out stroke, milking him of every bit of restraint. He struggled to hold out; I wanted him to orgasm; I wanted to feel every bit of him.

“Cum with me,” I whispered in his ear.

“Now?” he asked, with a hopeful yet disappointed tone.  I nodded vigorously as I grabbed his hips and pulled him into me. His already swollen cock surged inside me as his girth filled me even more. I felt every gush of his seed as he came, seated deep within me, pressing against my cervix, his head pulsating. We came together in a deep, powerful embrace and were both left breathless.

“Thank you,” I said, smiling radiantly. When he released me, I slid off the counter and stood there on jelly legs for a couple of minutes, unsure if I would be able to move.

“I suppose I should let you go to bed too,” he said, looking at me apologetically.

“I suppose so,” I agreed, not ready to be done yet. I gathered up her clothes and began walking to the hall.

“You coming, Daddy?”

“Yes, Sweetie, I’m right behind you.”

When we got to his bed, I lay down, legs spread, and beckoned to him. He joined me, sliding between my legs and looking deep into my eyes.

“There are certain benefits to Mom’s 'indiscretions,'" I said insinuatingly.

“There is.”

“I can’t wait to explore them.”

He kissed me, then. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Daddy.”