Unspoken Pleasure

She had a long trail of her Daddy's sperm leaking over her chin. She licked her lips and swallowed again, deliberately, so James could see. He reached over for a napkin, but Molly shook her head obstinately and continued to tongue her father's spend off her face. The last bits, she wiped off with her hand and then licked that, like a kitty.

"Better?" he asked.

"Oh yes," Molly said, "Better?"

James laughed. "Yes, sweetie. Thanks."

"Sorry, Daddy. We were driving, and I couldn't stop thinking about the time before and I just..."

"It's OK, honey. Like Dr. Pulisic said, we have to take small steps and not beat ourselves up when we slip back. We did a good job getting to the store. Next time we'll try to make it home."

"You're right, Daddy. Like always. We did do good," Molly said, "But maybe? Can we like, um, not tell Mom? Or anyone? I don't want them to be disappointed."

"Of course, honey. It'll be our secret."

*

Christine was standing in the living room when James got home. She was talking to her brother, Jack, on her cell.

"No, of course, we want to see you guys, too," she said, as her husband lugged two heavy bags into the kitchen. Molly was behind her father. She looked a little off -- her lips were kind of

red? -- but Christine put it out of her mind. She had enough problems without imagining new ones.

"We still have time before the end of the summer," Jack said over the phone. Christine tried to force her focus back on the conversation. Her older brother lived on the other side of the state. He'd gotten married to a girl named Kelly a few years before Christine had married James and had two kids around Lexi and Austin's age. When they got together, both families got along pretty well. Sometimes too well, Christine thought, remembering how she would catch James staring at Kelly's ample chest every now and then.

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Still, it was a tradition for one family to drive and visit the other, taking turns each summer. It was the Campbell's turn to host. Only Christine couldn't even think about it in the moment. One family was enough to handle. "No, you're right Jack. We should... I just. Well, we've been very busy lately. You know, Molly is starting school in the fall and both James and I... No, no I know we've made it work before. OK, just. OK. Let me get back to you." Christine clicked off the call with a sigh. Her brother could be so insistent sometimes and, even as an almost forty-year-old woman, she still struggled to tell him no. Christine loved her brother with all her heart. When things had been toughest in her life, Jack had always been the one that was there for her. That made this even harder, to push him away. But she knew she had to do it. What was happening to the Campbells was too much, even for her older brother. "What was that about?" James asked. He was standing in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water. Christine went to get one for herself, though she thought she'd be happier with alcohol. That was a tough thought to swallow. Christine and James never drank. They didn't even have the occasional beer with football. Now here she was thinking of sending her husband out to get some, drinking it all, then getting some more. "Jack wants to set up the annual visit," Christine said, "It's our turn to host."

"Oh," James said, "I think, well, maybe that isn't a good idea. Considering."

"Yeah, no shit," Christine said, "But I don't think telling him he can't visit cause we're in the middle of a drug-induced incest orgy will solve anything."

"We're working at this, hon," James said, "I know it's hard but we're getting there. Look, Molly and I went to the convenience store and nothing happened."

"Really?" Christine turned and looked at her husband, surprised at how happy it made her to hear it. It was such a silly small thing but, in the moment, it felt amazing.

"Yes," James said, "Nothing happened. Nothing at all. Just drove to the store, got some supplies, and came right home."

Christine cocked an eyebrow but didn't say anything.

"I'm thinking we order pizza tonight," James said, "What do you think? Pizza? Yeah, pizza should be good. Let's get pizza. I'll go ask the kids what they want on it."NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.