Prick Van Winkle

by Lubrican

Chapters : 1-2 | 3-4 | 5-6 | 7-8 | 9-10 | 11-12 | 13-14 | 15-16 | 17-18
19-20 | 21-22 | 23-24 | 25-26 | 27-28 | 29-30 | 31-32 | 33-Epilogue

Chapter 27

Sunny thought she was being slick and clever. She casually mentioned to Val that, since Bob was going to be staying at Gidget's for a day or two, and since they were "practicing dating" it was too bad that Becca would be in the way, or ignored by the adults. Val did exactly as Sunny thought she would, and invited her cousin to come over to spend the night.

Sunny had been thinking more and more since the night before about how Gidget was acting. She remembered a day or two ago when, at work, one of the interns, a girl named Molly, was running around so perky that Sunny just wanted to strangle her.

"What in the world are you so excited about?" Sunny had asked her.

Molly had smiled a toothy smile. "I met a man!" she had said. "He's scrumptious!"

The more Sunny thought about it, the more she saw the same behavior and attitude in Gidget. It was almost like a woman acted when she had been well and truly laid! And that brought up the most troubling thoughts of all. Surely they weren't taking "dating practice" to its obvious and logical conclusion! They were related, for Pete's sake! It was just too strange to think about.

But think about it she did, and her plan was to spy on them. With Becca out of the house, the couple would be alone. If they were doing anything they'd just stay there and do ... whatever it was they were doing.

Sunny planned to "run get some milk" or something. She had a key to Gidget's house - they all had keys to each other's houses - and she planned to get to the bottom of whatever it was that was going on over there. She even dressed for the occasion, putting on black slacks and a dark maroon blouse before she sailed through the living room, where Val and Becca were watching a rental movie.

"Be back in a while - we need milk." she called out, her keys jangling in her hand.

"Pick me up some birth control pills while you're out." called Val, without looking up. Becca's gasp was clear even across the room.

Sunny's hand was in a claw, ready to open the door when it registered. She screeched to a halt and whirled.

"What did you say?" she rasped hoarsely.

Val looked over the back of the couch and smiled. "Have a cow, Mom, I was just kidding." Becca didn't seem to think it was that funny either. She was pounding on Val's arm with her fist.

Sunny was in no mood for it and she scowled at her daughter. "We're going to have a nice long talk when I get back." she said.

"We already had it Mom." sighed Val as she realized her joke had fallen exceptionally flat.

Sunny stormed out and slammed the door. She was driving recklessly when she realized she might draw attention to herself. She slowed down and decided to park several houses down the street from Gidget's house. She walked down the street like she knew where she was going, with a confident stride. Somebody had told her once that no one paid attention to people who walked like that. When she got to the property line she left the sidewalk and crept stealthily through the yard, catching the attention of Mrs. Henderson, the neighborhood busybody, who was looking out her windows like she did every night before she went to bed.

Mrs. Henderson immediately grabbed her binoculars and put them up to her eyes. She couldn't see the woman's face, but she looked familiar somehow. Still, the 'intruder', as Mrs. Henderson thought of it, was acting suspicious. She watched as the woman went to several windows of her neighbor's house and tried to peek in. Finally the intruder went to the kitchen window, which had a light on inside. There she stopped, ducking up and down and then finally up to stay, peering in the window.

When it became obvious that the intruder intended to stay there and peep, Mrs. Henderson knew what to do.

Sunny looked in the bedroom window first. It was dark, outside and in, and she couldn't see anything. She tried the living room next. She could see the light from the kitchen coming through the doorway, so that's where she went next. Bob and Gidget were sitting at the kitchen table, across from each other. They were holding hands. She could hear the mumble of their voices, and see their mouths moving, but she couldn't understand what they were saying. They looked like any normal man and woman sitting and talking.

"Circleton 911, what is your emergency please?" came a mellow voice on the phone.

"Cassy? Is that you?" Mrs. Henderson knew all the members of the police department by name. She knew their voices too. She called them, on average, about three times a week."

"Mrs. Henderson, how nice to hear from you again." sighed the voice. The sarcasm in it was lost on Mrs. Henderson.

"Cassy there's an intruder, one of those peeping Toms, and she's peeping into Gidget Winkle's house next door."

"She is peeping? Wouldn't that be a peeping Tomasina?" asked Cassy.

"Don't you sass me Cassy. This is serious. Who knows what that intruder will do over there. She may be planning on murder!"

"Mrs. Henderson, it's probably just another member of the press, trying to get something about Ms Winkle's father, or grandfather or whatever he is. I'm sure there's nothing wrong."

"You just get a squad car over here!" said Mrs. Henderson hotly. "If you don't you'll be hauling bodies out of there right and left, mark my words!"

"All right, I'll send somebody over," said Cassy.

In the kitchen Gidget was staring at the man who made her feel woozy inside.

"I think Sunny suspects something." she said.

"Why's that?"

"She was grilling me in the kitchen last night, wanting to know why I was acting goofy."

"You were acting goofy?" he smiled.

"When a woman has something like we had the other night, it means something to her," said Gidget sternly.

"It meant something to me too." he assured her.

"Well, women can tell," said Gidget.

"Tell what?" asked Bob.

"You can tell when a woman has had good sex," said Gidget.

"Oh really?" asked Bob laughing.

"Yes!" Gidget tried to pull her hands away, but he wouldn't let her. "She acts different. You told me about men. Let me tell you something about women. When a woman is happy ... deep down inside happy ... another woman can tell."

"And making love with me made you happy?" asked Bob. "I thought you resisted an awful lot."

"Of course I did." she said. "What we did was wrong ... unthinkable ... I had to resist."

"So that's not why I'm here tonight." he said.

Gidget blushed. "No, that's exactly why you're here. It was wonderful and I haven't felt that good in as long as I can remember."

"But it was wrong and unthinkable." Bob reminded her.

"I know that," she huffed. Then she sagged. "But that doesn't mean it wasn't wonderful, or that I don't ever want to do it again. I thought we agreed on that."

Bob knew he was in a no-win situation. "About Sunny?" he reminded her.

"Well, I think Sunny could see how happy I was. She's suspicious. She's asking a lot of questions."

"So tell her," said Bob.

"I can't do that," yipped Gidget. "We committed incest!"

"We didn't commit anything. We were two people who were attracted to each other and let that go where we both wanted it to go. We were practicing, for being with others as I recall."

"That's fine for you to say. I even want to agree with you, but Sunny won't see it that way. Don't you think it's kind of strange that Val suddenly called Becca to ask her over for the night? On the very first night you were going to stay with us?"

"From what I've seen, those girls are pretty close," said Bob.

"Well, maybe we shouldn't ... you know ... tonight," said Gidget.

"Okay, let's do something else. What would you like to do?"

Gidget leaned forward. "How do you do that?!" she practically gasped. "All I could think of all day long was what I was going to do with you tonight ... what I was going to get to feel again. How do you just turn it on and off like that?"

"I can't turn it on and off. I was looking forward to this too, but if it's not a good idea then that's more important than letting my lust control me." He smiled. "I'm hard right now just sitting across from you."

"Ohhh men!" said Gidget stridently, finally getting her hand free.

"So, what do you want to do?" asked Bob.

"I want you to make me scream," said Gidget standing up, a smoky look in her eyes.

"What about Sunny?" he asked.

"Screw Sunny," said Gidget. "That hardon is for me!"

Bob thought about teasing her about the term 'screw Sunny' but decided not to. He reached out his hand instead.

There was a repeated thumping on the back door. A muffled male voice came through it.

"POLICE" There was more thumping.

Gidget looked at Bob and went pale. She went to the door. As she opened it a woman's voice ... a familiar voice ... shouted "Let go of me!" The door opened and a disheveled Sunny stood there, her face smudged with dirt, her hair in disarray. Her elbow was in the grip of a tall man in a police uniform.

"Mrs. Winkle?" he addressed Gidget. "This woman claims to be your sister, is that true?"

Gidget's hand flew to her mouth and she nodded. "Yes, she is, what's going on?"

Sunny scowled and jerked her arm. The man's grip didn't slacken a bit.

"We got a prowler call, Ma'am, and I found ... your sister ... um ... peeking into that window over there." He pointed to the kitchen window in the north wall.

"He threw me on the ground!" wailed Sunny.

The cop didn't flinch. "She gave me a little trouble when I approached her. She tried to run. I had to tackle her."

"Beast!" howled Sunny.

"You can leave her here with us if that's all right," said Bob.

The policeman peered at him. "Are you Mr. Winkle? Bob Winkle?" he asked.

"Yes," said Bob.

The cop shoved Sunny into the room and let her go. He held out a hand to Bob. "Glad to meet you sir. You've caused quite a stir around here."

"Sorry," said Bob with irony in his voice. "All I did was wake up."

"Well, what with all the tickets we wrote all those news people and gawkers, you've kind of helped with the budget crunch we were going through." grinned the cop. "Do you suppose I could maybe get your autograph?"

Bob chuckled as Gidget ran to get paper and pen. Bob scrawled his name under the inscription "Thanks for your service." and handed it to the officer. He read it and beamed. He turned to Gidget.

"So, I assume you don't want to press charges." he said.

"If I did would you have to put her in a jail cell?" asked Gidget.

"Gidget!" squealed Sunny.

"Never mind," said Gidget. "We'll take it from here."

"Night folks," said the cop and he backed out of the door.

Sunny stood there, looking down at the floor. Things just hadn't quite gone the way she had anticipated.

"You want to tell me what's going on?" asked Gidget, her voice low and full of tension.

"Nothing's going on," said Sunny, her voice surly. "Can't a woman go out for a nice evening walk without being molested?"

Gidget looked at her watch. It was nine-thirty. "A nice evening walk." she said. "And you just happened to walk by my house, and instead of coming on in, like you always do, you peek in the windows?"

Sunny didn't say anything.

"She thought we were having sex," said Bob.

Both women's heads swiveled to look at him. Gidget's held controlled fear. Sunny's looked pale and panicky. She was so surprised at being caught, both by the cop and by Bob that she couldn't marshal her thoughts.

Gidget turned back to her sister. "What, you're so starved for sex that you have to watch other people having it?" Her voice was ugly.

Sunny's face flared red. "You know better than that!" she said indignantly.

"I thought I knew you better than I apparently do too," said Gidget. "Go home. Get out of my house." Her voice was flat, still ugly.

"Now hold on a minute," said Bob. "Getting mad and kicking at each other isn't going to solve anything. You two are like sisters. Sit down and talk."

"I don't want to talk to her," said Gidget, turning away. "She spied on me!"

"I had to!" barked Sunny. "You were acting so strange and you were acting like you were in love or something and I had to make sure he wasn't taking advantage of you!"

"And what if I am in love?" said Gidget, her voice rising. "Is that any of your business? Can't I find a little happiness without you trying to stop me?"

"With him?" Sunny's voice was incredulous.

"Why not with him?" shouted Gidget angrily. She calmed down, realizing she had admitted something she didn't want to. It was too late now, though. She went on the defensive. "He's sweet and caring and he loves me. I'm comfortable with him. He doesn't scare me. He doesn't force me. He lets me be who I want to be."

"He's your grandfather, Gidget!" said Sunny sternly.

"He's a stranger!" said Gidget just as sternly. "We never paid any attention to him. We don't know him. What color are his eyes Sunny? Do you know? What's his favorite breakfast? What colors does he like? Does he put his left shoe on first, or his right? What's his middle name Sunny?"

Sunny blinked and took a breath, but Gidget wasn't finished.

"If he'd have walked in off the street and we didn't know who he was we'd both be thrilled to spend time with him. Yes, he is my grandfather, but he's also a wonderful, interesting man who helped me understand some things about myself that were holding me back. I'm not trying to marry him, Sunny ... I'm just finding out who I am and who he is and I'm having the best time of my life doing it."

"But it's wrong." whined Sunny.

"Who says it's wrong?" asked Gidget. "A whole bunch of people who haven't ever done anything for us and never will. Strangers who don't care what our lives are like as long as we live them the same way they do. I thought it was wrong too. But what happened between us was not a bad thing Sunny. I feel more like a woman today than I think I ever felt like in my whole life! I can think more clearly. I'm not anxious or nervous. I trust a man ... trust a man Sunny! ... for the first time since I can remember. I know this very instant that if I say I don't want to do anything else with him that it will be fine. He won't take off and leave just because I stop doing things with him. What he is offering me isn't tied to sex or compliments or anything. All he wants is for me to be happy, and that makes me want to make him happy, and I am happy, and you want me to feel guilty about all that."

She took a step toward her sister. "Well I'm not going to feel guilty Sunny. I love you, you know that, and I'd never do anything to hurt you, but don't make me choose between being who I want to be ... need to be ... and living my life by your rules. I've done that for the last twenty years and I was miserable. I'm tired of being miserable." She slumped. Then she looked nervous. Then she went and sat down at the table. She looked at Bob and then at Sunny, who was staring at her.

Sunny looked nervous too. Bob just stood there, waiting to see what would happen next. The silence was, as usual, so uncomfortable that Sunny finally filled it.

"I've never heard you talk that way." she said.

"I don't think I'm the same woman you knew last week," said Gidget.

"That's for sure!" said Sunny.

"I'm not sorry about this Sunny." insisted Gidget.

"You have made that abundantly clear," said Sunny, relaxing. "Can I sit down?"

"Of course," said Gidget.

"Can I ask questions?" she glanced at Bob and then back to Gidget.

Gidget waved a hand. "As long as you're interested in a frank and open discussion, where nobody has to win and nobody has to lose ... go ahead."

"How did this happen?"

Gidget laughed. "I wish I could tell you. If I could bottle what happened I'd have more money than he does." She sat for a minute. "The more I think about it, the more I think it was because he was truthful with me."

"What do you mean?" asked Sunny.

"We were trying to dance ... you know, like you might on a date. We tried rock first, but we didn't have any common experience. So we changed to slow dancing and I felt him ... you know ... pressing against me."

Sunny shot a look at Bob.

"All men do it Sunny!" said Gidget. "Just because he's our grandfather doesn't mean he stops being a man."

Sunny turned to Bob. "But why did you react that way towards her?" she asked.

Bob didn't' mind answering. "Because she's a beautiful and interesting woman. My body reacted to a beautiful woman, and my mind reacted to the fact that she was interesting." He expanded on that, much like he had with Gidget, explaining that men didn't always think about everything, and that their bodies reacted automatically.

"But you should have controlled your urges." insisted Sunny.

Bob nodded. "That's fine if you do it for the right reasons. Let me ask you a question."

Sunny nodded.

"Has there ever been a time, say in the last five or ten years, when you saw a sixteen or seventeen year old boy you were attracted to?"

The first thing that leapt into Sunny's mind was her paper boy. He was about that age now, and he had huge brown eyes, and a forelock that lay just so on his forehead, and his smile was wide and open. Her panties got damp every time she saw him. She shook her head, though. "No." she said.

"Come on Sunny," said Gidget. "We've been like sisters. I know you well enough to see that you're lying through your teeth. If we're going to have a conversation that means anything, at least tell the truth."

"It would be wrong to lust after a boy that young," said Sunny.

"That's the point I want to make," said Bob. "Why is it wrong?"

"Because he's too young," said Sunny.

"Too young for what?" asked Bob.

"Too young for anything!" said Sunny. "He's just a boy."

"When I was growing up," said Bob, "a sixteen year old ... boy ... got a job, or did that for a year and joined the service. A few of them went to college. A boy that age got married, had kids and made a family. He was a man back then ... if he wanted to be."

"But things have changed," said Sunny. "The world is different. It's not appropriate for an older woman to be with a boy that young."

"Things haven't changed biologically," said Bob. "At sixteen, every male alive is biologically ready to become a father. He reacts to women exactly the same way he would have fifty, or seventy, or a thousand years ago. And women react to him the same way too. Your attraction to a young man is as normal as it is possible to be. Your attraction to any man is normal. There is something in your brain that identifies potential sexual partners. There is something else in your brain that tells you whether or not it is "proper" to pursue that attraction. Can we agree on that?"

Sunny nodded hesitantly.

"So, who is the young man you thought about when I asked the question?"

Sunny looked uncomfortable. "I feel weird." she said.

"Remember, we're just talking about a normal attraction. You have nothing to be ashamed of for being normal."

"It's my paper boy," said Sunny, her eyes darting back and forth between them.

"Jack?" asked Gidget. "I'm with you there, sister. He's gorgeous!"

Sunny looked shocked, and then puzzled.

"Why didn't you ever say anything about that?" she asked Gidget.

"Probably for the same reason you didn't say anything about it to me." grinned her cousin.

"Now," said Bob. "Why is it so horribly wrong for you to pursue your attraction to your paper boy?"

"It wouldn't work out," said Sunny. "He's too young. We wouldn't have anything in common. His parents would object. He wouldn't be interested in me anyway." she said. "There are a lot of reasons not to try to do anything with him."

"Those are good reasons," said Bob. "You are aware that there would be problems if you pursued that relationship. What if he was an orphan, and was so smart that he finished High School early? Would that make a difference?"

Sunny smiled. "Yes, but he would still not have anything in common with me. We'd be interested in different things."

"But you could have sex with him if you wanted to, right?"

"Well ... sure ... but I wouldn't want to do that. Not just for sex. I want more than sex from a relationship. That's why I divorced my husband. He was great in bed, but that was all he was great at."

"Okay, but in the case of your paper boy, it isn't really that he's too young. It's that you have nothing in common, and nothing upon which to build a decent relationship that is wider than just sex. Right?"

"Well, when you put it that way, I suppose so," said Sunny.

"What I'm trying to say is that decisions should be made on reasonable facts and circumstances, rather than just on some random rule about the ages of the participants," said Bob.

Sunny nodded, but argued. "But the rule is probably based on those circumstances. The rule is that older women and young boys won't work because of all those problems."

"And yet it worked just fine for centuries," said Bob.

"Older women and young boys?" asked Sunny. "What makes you think that?"

"In the American West, there were times when a woman's husband died. Maybe it was from illness, or fighting Indians or whatever. The only mates around were the sons of other settlers. It happened all the time. A woman might marry a boy younger than her own children if that's what she had to do to survive."

"But that was just to survive!" complained Sunny.

"It still worked," said Bob. "They didn't pay attention to the "rules". Instead, they made something work so their lives would be better."

Sunny frowned. "I never thought about it like that before." she said.

"That's the problem. We don't think about things enough. We just react to the rules," said Bob.

"But what does this have to do with you and Gidget?" asked Sunny.

"We are both in a situation where there are all these rules. I'm a man out of my time, an oddity, a great grandfather at age twenty-five. I'm expected to act like a great grandfather, but I have no idea how to do that. Gidget had all these rules about what men were like, and that kept her from finding out what men are actually like ... or can be, at least. Together, we decided that we were going to disregard some of the rules to find out some things about each other and ourselves. I told her how I felt about her ... despite the rules ... and she gave up some of her rules to find out if that would make her happier."

"You make it sound so simple," said Sunny.

"It is. Really all you do is decide that you're going to look at a rule, and decide whether it makes any sense in your situation. It's kind of like being on the highway in the middle of the night and there's a stop light. There's nobody around. Why does it make sense that you would have to sit there?"

"But if the police see you run the light, you still get a ticket," said Sunny.

"And if the judge were operating on the wavelength I'm talking about, he would let you go," said Bob. "There wouldn't be any real justice in punishing you in that situation."

"That's right," said Sunny. "I agree with you a hundred percent ... but he'd probably still fine you."

"Maybe so," said Bob. "So you have to make a decision about whether or not, if you break society's rules, you are willing to pay the price if you get caught." He grinned. "Like you got caught tonight."

Sunny winced. Then she jerked upright. "Oh my gosh! I told Becca and Val I was just going out to get milk! They'll think something happened to me!"

"Call home," said Gidget. "Can't you stay?"

Sunny looked at them both. "From what I'm hearing, you two had something planned tonight..."

Gidget blushed. "Actually, we did. But this is more important. You don't have to agree with us, but before you leave here I at least want you to understand how I feel ... and why I seduced him."

Sunny rocked back in her chair. "You ... seduced him?"

"Sort of." Gidget looked embarrassed. "It's complicated."

"Will you tell me about it?" asked Sunny.

"Do you really want to know?"

Sunny blushed. "I'm curious ... that's all."

"Well, you need to understand that that's what got me in trouble in the first place then. I was just curious ... about him."

"Wow," said Sunny. "I have to hear that story."

Sunny got up and went to the phone. Gidget looked at Bob.

"Did I do the right thing? Admitting it I mean?" she looked anguished. They both knew that Sunny could rock the boat.

"I think that your relationship with your cousin is more important than our curiosity with each other, as you put it." he said. "I knew what we were doing might blow up in our faces. I think you did too. Now we just have to play it out and see what happens."

She nodded. "I'm not sorry." she said.

"It sounds like you're trying to convince yourself." he commented.

"No, that's not it at all. I'm just not going to cave in to the rule that says what we did was wrong."

Sunny came back and sat down. She began peppering her sister with questions of what had happened, and why she had felt this attraction to Bob, and what he had done. As they talked Bob sat quietly for the most part. Gidget was doing fine. After a while, Gidget's descriptions got more and more detailed as she got excited, remembering the feelings and trying to describe them to Sunny.

"And then he stuck his tongue in my belly button. It was so strange. Nobody had ever done that before and it was soft and sensual and not hurried, you know?" Sunny nodded. Gidget stopped. "Sunny, there's something I never told you ... but I told him ... about Becca's father."

Then she told Sunny about the professor, and what that relationship had been like, and now she could just tell that Bob cared more about her emotional situation than the father of her daughter ever had.

She got to the part of the story where Bob had leaned forward and licked her pussy. She covered her face in embarrassment when she described it, adding that she had pushed him away.

Sunny reacted not, like Gidget expected, but in a completely different way.

"That's about the only thing my worthless ex husband was good for." she blurted. "He was a bastard, but he sure could lick pussy." She looked surprised that she had actually said that.

"You let him?" gasped Gidget. "That's terrible!"

Sunny looked stunned. "You're describing having incest with our grandfather ... and you call getting my pussy licked terrible?" She looked at Bob. "Girl, you've got your priorities really screwed up."

"I could never let a man do that," said Gidget. "Any man!"

"Why in the world not?" asked Sunny. "It's incredible! It's the thing I miss the most!"

"You're kidding!" squealed Gidget.

"I am not kidding," said Sunny, animated. "I bet I've had more orgasms that way than from ... the other." she said looking uncomfortable. "I can not believe I'm talking about this in front of this man!" she said, looking up at the ceiling.

"I'm on your side," said Bob. "I used to love Valerie's taste, and the little I got from Gidget was really nice too."

"But when I ... when professor Lipscomb made me ... put his penis in my mouth..." Gidget hid her face again. "It tasted awful!" she said, her voice muffled in her hands.

"I don't know about that," said Bob. "Valerie never complained. But I know I loved her taste, and I loved the way it made her feel when I did it to her."

Gidget, rather than talk about that, pushed on, describing more of the evening and how it had come to the point where Bob had offered to just stop and masturbate or get dressed, and how that made her feel. She described how she had taken control of what happened from that point on, and how overpowering it was to be with a man who cared more about how she felt than about how he felt.

"That's not true, precisely." commented Bob at that point. "I was having a heck of a good time. There's not just one way to get satisfaction during sex."

"See what I mean?" said Gidget. "Have you ever been with a man like that?"

"No." admitted Sunny. "I can't believe I'm going to say this, but it really sounds sweet and sexy and ... nice!"

"That's how I felt!" said Gidget. "And I decided I liked it, and I wasn't going to quit just because of some stupid rule!"

"But wasn't it weird?" asked Sunny, looking at Bob out of the side of her eyes.

"Yes, at first it was, but ... I don't know how to explain it ... I didn't know him well enough to think of him as my grandfather or something. He was just a man I liked ... the first man I liked in a long time."

"I can understand that part," said Sunny. "That part, when you asked about his eyes and all that ... that part made sense." She hesitated. "In fact, I have to confess that there have been several times I felt like that too. I mean that I just liked him, but didn't know him very well."

"He thinks you're attractive too." blurted Gidget. She put her hand over her mouth. "I shouldn't have said that!"

"You talked about me?" asked Sunny.

"Well, let's just say your name came up," said Bob. "I think she used you as an example."

"I don't know whether to feel creeped out about that or not," said Sunny. "What kind of example?"

Gidget waved her hands nervously. "I told him I wanted to keep ... to keep practicing, sort of, and we got in a discussion of whether that meant I wanted a kind of monogamous relationship."

"Okay," said Sunny.

"Well I told him I wouldn't keep doing it if he had a girlfriend, or if I had a boyfriend ... but then it got complicated, because if he was dating a lot of women and I was dating a bunch of men too, then that would be different, you know?"

"Yes," said Sunny impatiently.

"Should I tell her the next part?" Gidget asked Bob.

He held up his hand. "We've been pretty truthful and it hasn't hurt anybody so far."

Sunny looked at them both intently.

"Well, he asked about what if he had a relationship with any of the rest of us ... like you or my mother or something like that."

Sunny looked startled. She looked at Bob. "You're attracted to more of us than just Gidget?"

"I'm attracted to all of you." he said. "Don't hate me. You're all wonderful beautiful women. It may change as I hang around longer and get to know you. But you're all amazing women and any guy would be interested."

"You'd have sex with me?" she asked. "If I let you?"

"Yes," said Bob. He held his breath, waiting to see what her reaction would be. When she didn't say anything he ventured a little further. "But Sunny, that's just an impulse inside me. I couldn't do that if you objected, or if you felt guilty about it, or anything like that. It would have to be the right thing to do for both of us."

"Like it was with Gidget," said Sunny.

He nodded. "It doesn't mean you have to be afraid of me. I'd never touch you against your will."

"I have to tell you something," said Sunny suddenly. "I probably should have told you before, but I was ashamed. But after this ... I'm just going to say it, okay?"

Both Bob and Gidget nodded.

"When we first got married, Don and I played a game. I know this is going to sound stupid and creepy, but I always wanted to know about my father, and mother never would tell me anything about him. She just said he was a nice man but they couldn't get married and his life kept him from ever seeing me. She wasn't bitter about him at all. I never could get her to tell me if he was the same man who got her pregnant with my brothers or not. Anyway, I made up a fantasy Daddy in my head, and I wanted him to hold me and love me and stuff. And the first few times I played with a boy on a date and it was horrible ... when I got home and into bed I dreamed about how it would have been wonderful with my Daddy."

She stopped and looked at them, waiting for them to frown, or look disgusted. Of course, neither did. She went on.

"Anyway, when I got married I told Don about it and he pretended to be my father sometimes. I loved it." she said, looking down.

"But you felt guilty," said Bob.

"No, not really," said Sunny. "He wasn't my father. It was just a game. But he told his friends about it. He thought ... they thought I wanted to have sex with strange men because I didn't know who my father was or something crazy like that. They started making jokes about how they might be my father. Don tried to get me to have sex with them while he watched. I wouldn't do it and he stared calling me a pervert and all kinds of horrible things. It was one of the main reasons I threw him out."

"You never told me," said Gidget, her eyes wide.

"You never told me about that professor," said Sunny.

"So why were you so indignant about me and Bob?" asked Gidget.

Sunny threw up her hands. "Because everybody says it's wrong!"

"But you wanted to do it," said Gidget.

"I don't know what I wanted to do. It was just sexy and fun and in my mind I made Don into somebody else who was my fantasy lover. It isn't the same ... is it? But now I wonder, because it's so close to what you did with Grandpa!" She looked at Bob. "And there's something else." she said.

They just looked at her, waiting.

"I read an article about this study they did where they captured the body odors of family members. They mixed them up with the odors of non-family members and had each person say which scent they liked or didn't like the most. The way the study came out was that most of the time brothers and sisters didn't like each other's scents, and mothers didn't like their son's scents and daughters didn't like their father's scents. They said that was nature's way of preventing incest."

"Sounds reasonable, I guess," said Bob.

"But don't you see?" Sunny said, anguish in her voice... "It was only most of the time. There were cases where that didn't happen ... where people were attracted to each other's scents. And the study said that it was estimated that fifteen to twenty percent of households did engage in incest."

"I don't understand your point," said Gidget.

"I started thinking that maybe, when I was little and my father was there, even though I can't remember him, my brain remembers his scent and that's why I'm attracted to the thought of having sex with him."

"I think that's a pretty far stretch," said Bob.

"I've felt guilty for years because it broke up my marriage," said Sunny.

"I think what broke up your marriage was that Don didn't care how you felt. He was centered on his own desires," said Bob.

"That's for sure," said Sunny. "But I still felt guilty because I thought I was abnormal or something." She perked up. "But you see, knowing that Gidget and you did what you did actually makes me feel better somehow ... like there really IS some kind of genetic attraction between members of our family.

"I thought you were disgusted with us," said Gidget.

"I tried to be." admitted Sunny. "But, like you said, I think that's because I've heard all my life that incest was wrong."

"So... ," said Gidget, "What are you going to do now?"

What Gidget meant was, what was Sunny going to do about her knowledge that her sister and grandfather had had sex? Was she going to tell anyone? Was she going to try to stop them from doing anything further? How would this affect their relationship in the future? Sunny's response was completely unforeseen.

"I'm going to try to find my father." she said suddenly. "I have to find him. I have to see what he's like. I have to find out if ... if ... if I'm really attracted to him."

Bob felt a twinge of both trepidation and empathy for Sunny. While he and his first three daughters had never actually discussed the parentage of his second three daughters, his memories of things they had said to him were clear. He knew that Gidget, Polly and Sunny were his offspring. How this would play out, he had no idea, but it could go a number of different ways, and some of them were not positive.

"A long time has passed." he ventured. "You might not like what you find." Sunny suddenly had tears in her eyes.

"Maybe." she admitted. "But I have to find out. This will drive me crazy if I don't."

"What about us?" asked Gidget, recovering from the surprise of Sunny's previous answer. "What about Bob and me?"

Sunny sighed. "What do you want me to say? You want me to say it's all fine and wonderful and to go ahead and let him fuck your socks off?"

Gidget blushed. "It is fine and wonderful ... at least between us. And it won't last forever. He and I will both meet other people. Knowing there really are sweet and caring men out there makes me want to find another one. I'm tired of being alone Sunny. I didn't even realize it, but now I know I'm lonely."

"You think you're the only one?" asked Sunny. "Just the thought of you two thrashing around in bed makes me crazy to have something like that! Here I thought I had put men away in the little tightly closed box they belong in and now you've poked all kinds of holes in the box."

"You were the one who snooped," said Gidget, a tiny smile on her face.

Sunny shot her a glare. "After what you've been doing, don't even try to make me feel guilty." She stood up. "I need to get back to the girls." She had no purse to pick up and she headed to the same door she had been brought in through by the policeman. "I suppose you two will thrash around in bed after I leave." she said, a trace of something like defeat in her voice."

"Would it make you feel better if I said we wouldn't?" asked Gidget.

Sunny looked at her, and then at Bob and then all around the kitchen. "To be honest, yes, it would. I wouldn't have to lie in bed alone tonight and think about it. I'll already be thinking about Daddy, whoever and wherever he is, and thinking about you two would just make it worse."

"Okay, then, we won't thrash around in bed, as you put it." She hugged Sunny, who hugged her back fiercely. "You can go out the front door, you know," said Gidget. "That might cause less furor than being seen sneaking around in the dark." She grinned.

Sunny sighed. But she went out the front door.

Chapter 28

Gidget turned to Bob. "Well, that went a lot better than I would ever have hoped it would, if I'd have thought that might happen."

"You were right that she had suspicions," said Bob. "You seem to have very good instincts. It was nice of you to agree not to make love with me tonight."

Gidget came and embraced him, shoving her mons against the front of his pants. "Who said we weren't going to make love?" she said, her voice low. She rubbed her breasts against his chest.

"You did. I just heard you." he said. His hands went to her hips automatically.

"I believe what I said was that we weren't going to thrash around in bed. I've never done it on a couch before. I didn't say anything about the couch." She smiled and rubbed her pussy against him in little sideways motions.

"You're a bad woman," said Bob, leaning forward to kiss her.

"Yes, I am." she said as the kiss finished. "I feel like being bad and I feel like being bad on the couch."

Remembering Sunny's peeking, Gidget left the lights off. There was plenty of light coming through the thin curtains of the living room as she undressed. She was completely unselfconscious about it, folding her things neatly and then sitting on the couch to lean back and open her legs. She scooted forward until her buttocks were on the edge of the seat.

"Can you do it this way?" she asked, looking at his pale body as it was exposed.

"I think we can manage." he said. His light colored prick jutted strongly from his darker pubic hair.

"I want you to let me use my mouth," said Bob.

Gidget's legs went closed in an automatic reaction.

"Please?" he asked. "I know you'll like it."

He knelt in front of her knees, which were together and put his hands on them. He exerted the slightest of pressure to spread them.

"I don't know." she said.

"Just a little?" he asked. "If you don't like it I'll stop. Sunny said she loved it ... remember?"

Her legs relaxed and the slight pressure he put on them spread them a few inches. He kept it up, overcoming the little pressure she kept on her knees until he could move forward on his knees to get between them. Her hands came to her stomach and fluttered restlessly.

Instead of going straight to her pussy, though, he waded in and kissed her first, with long, tongue-swapping passion. She was soon pushing her pussy up at his stomach and, when he moved downward to her breasts and sucked her nipples, she moaned and wiggled against him. Her hands came to his head and played with his hair as she cooed her approval of what he was doing.

Then he went to her navel, and tongued it, like he had before. He took his time, drifting lower with little kisses and licking her abdomen. When he got to her flat sparse hair he moved it around with his nose. He pushed her thighs wide and sought her puffy big outer labia with his thumbs, spreading them to reveal her inner lips and spread them too. Her clit stood tall and stiff, like a little penis with its sensitive inner head peeking out of the sheath that normally covered it. He flicked that with the tip of his tongue, circling it and moving it back and forth.

"Uhhhh!" grunted Gidget explosively, as something she had never felt sent streaks of almost painful sensations through her loins. Her hands went to the couch and her legs stiffened as she shoved her butt up off the couch. Bob was ready. He sealed his lips over her clit and sucked hard, wagging his head back and forth in tiny rapid movements.

"Aaahhhheeeeeeeee!" she screamed as the sensations overpowered her. Her hands left the couch and grabbed a double handful of his hair. Thinking he had done too much, Bob spit her clit out and licked it and the lips beside it in long tongue lapping motions. He stuck his tongue up inside her as her butt came back down on the couch. He leaned back to admire her pussy in the almost dark.

"Ohhhh don't stop." she whimpered. Her hips bounced upward again. Grinning into her pussy he found and sucked her clit again until she vibrated into an orgasm that made her hands go from his head to the couch to her breasts and then over her head as she stretched out, her legs now straight and stiff. Then her legs wrapped over his back and she sobbed, pushing at his head. He backed off as much as he could and looked up, his face shining in the light with its wet coating of her juices.

"You all right?" he asked as she made noises that sounded like she had lost her last friend.

"I've... *sniff* ... wasted...*sob, sob* ... so much *sniff *... tiiiiiiiime" she sobbed. She covered her face with her hands. "I've ... been so *sniff * stupid." She relaxed a little, getting her breath and wiping her eyes with both hands. "I could have had *sniff* a man in my life *sniff *all these years. I could have had thaaaaaaat..." She launched into another crying jag.

Bob didn't know what to do. Since he was stiff as an iron rod, he wiggled his way upward, kissing her belly and sucking her nipples as her arms fell limp beside her. She calmed down just enough that, when he got his prick next to her pussy, had felt for it with his hand and swabbed it in her slot. Then he lunged forward and seated himself in her as far as he could.

"Ohhhhhhhh" she moaned. "I could have had this too."

There is a term, called "fucking her to tears". It's a good term, and is very descriptive, but in this case, Bob fucked her tears away. Once he started sawing in and out of her, her passion left room for no tears at all. If anything, her joy made her want to laugh out loud. She didn't though. Instead she urged him on in terms both vigorous and slightly salty, saying things that no one in the family would ever have imagined coming from her lips. She alternated between "Fuck me ... Fuck me" and "Yes, ohhh yes" and then threw in a "Pound my pussy you bastard!" and then "I'm sorry (for calling him a bastard) ... Fuck meeeeeee". Bob, for his part, went up on his toes, with his hands on the couch beside her butt, and then rocked his pelvis back and forth, battering her clit and reaming her out.

Her orgasm was obvious, and Bob was glad, because his back hurt and his balls hurt. He had been trying not to spew in her for several minutes, and when her legs came back up onto his back he slumped, lunging forward to bury himself as far in her as he could. There he froze as the only muscles in his body that moved sent semen and sperm through his prick and into her womb. He soaked her, and she loved every spurt.

It was uncomfortable on the couch. They couldn't really cuddle. Both said they were tired, so they went to bed, falling into it naked, and not caring.

Later that night, Gidget broke her promise to her sister.

Twice.

At ten the next morning, Sunny showed up at her mother's house. Val was still asleep from having come in late from a date with Zack. Martha was making potato salad for lunch later.

"Hi, Honey, this is a nice surprise." she looked up as Sunny came into the room.

Sunny looked nervous and was about to speak when the phone rang. Martha picked it up and listened. Her half of the conversation went something like this: "What? Why? ... What do you mean you can't tell me? ... She's here now, she just got here ... What's going on? ... I can't do that ... You don't understand ... What? ... You knew? ... Ohhhh I don't know what to do ... okay ... Bye."

The other half of the conversation was Bob, calling her while Gidget was in the shower. He warned her that Sunny was going to try to find out who her father was, and, that while he couldn't tell her why it was so important to Sunny to know, he knew who her father was because he remembered Martha telling him about it while he slept.

Sunny hung up the phone and turned around to look at Sunny. Sunny was so distracted thinking of something that she didn't even ask who had been on the phone. Martha had a pretty good idea what distracting thoughts she was having.

"I'll be right back dear," said Martha. "I have to go ... do something."

"I have to ask you a question," said Sunny suddenly. "It's important."

"I won't be a minute," said Martha.

She hurried out of the kitchen to her bedroom, which had another phone in it. She called June first. After a hurried and frantic conversation, she called Betty. That conversation was just as frantic. An immediate plan was made to meet and discuss the situation.

Martha made herself go face her daughter. Sunny was still sitting where she had been, biting a fingernail. That, if anything showed how upset she was. She spent hours on her fingernails every week.

Martha sat down, but didn't say anything.

Sunny looked up. "Mom, I have to know who my father is."

"Honey," started Martha, "we've had this conversation before, a long time ago, when you were younger."

"I remember that," said Sunny heatedly. "You said it was the sixties, and talked about all that free love stuff. But I have to know Mom."

"Why is this so important to you all of a sudden?" asked Martha.

"I can't tell you that," said Sunny. She looked away. "It's something personal. Just believe me that it's very important to me to know."

"What would knowing do?" asked Martha. "Even if you knew, how could that possibly make any difference?"

"I want to find him, mother," said Sunny, her voice urgent. "I need to see him ... to talk to him ... to find out what he's like."

"That's ridiculous, darling." tried Martha. "It's been decades since you were born, and it's never been a problem before. I loved you and took care of you and you grew up to be a strong beautiful woman with a good job. And look at Val, she's the same way. We've done just fine without your father being here."

"I need to know," said Sunny, her voice sullen. "I'm not saying anything about how you raised me. You did wonderfully. But it's different now. I need to see him, even if it's only to look into his eyes and ask him why he was never there for me when I was little. I need to know if he's a good man or not."

"He was ... he is, I'm sure ... a wonderful man. But there are things you wouldn't understand. This ... this wanting to know could cause real problems in your life, honey."

"Why?" came Sunny's anguished cry. "Why could just knowing who my father is hurt anything?"

Martha needed time. "Let me think about this. I need to think about this. Go home ... or go out and do something fun. Come back tonight and we can talk some more."

Sunny stood up. She was tense, but she said very calmly: "I'm going to find out, Mother. I'll do whatever I have to, to find out who he was. I'm going to find him and see him. Even if I can't talk to him I'm going to find out what he's like."

"Please," begged Martha. "Wait until tonight."

Sunny left, walking out the door as June walked in, looking harried. They exchanged equally tense greetings. Betty was only five minutes behind June.

"What are we going to do?" asked Betty, when Martha had described Sunny's drive to find not only who her father was, but where he was as well ... and to go see him.

"We've talked about this a hundred times," said June. "Why don't we just tell them and be done with it?"

"Because Bob was asleep the last time any of them seemed interested. Now he's awake, and they've all talked to him and eaten dinner with him and listened to him read. He's a real person now." Martha looked at them both. "It could ruin him." They argued for another hour until Martha finally remembered Bob's statement that he knew who Sunny's father was. It wasn't much of a jump from there to think of bringing Bob into the conversation. June called her daughter's house and Gidget answered.

"Morning sweetheart," said June, like she had a thousand times before. "Is Bob still there?" When Gidget answered in the affirmative June asked to "borrow" him for a little project at Martha's house. Gidget said she's send him right over. When Bob arrived and saw the three women sitting around the kitchen table with coffee, he simply sat down with them.

"So what are you going to tell them?" he asked.

All three women stared at him.

"That's what we're trying to determine," said Martha. "But since it affects you too, we thought we should hear your opinion."

Bob had already thought about this a lot. Of the nine women in his life, six had been having some kind of sexual relationship with him for years. Of the other three, one now accepted his incestuous attentions gladly, and one confessed to having incestuous fantasies for most of her life ... about him ... except that she didn't know that. Only Polly was really an unknown in terms of how she might react to finding out she was a product of incest.

"There are some things you need to know." he said.

Then he began telling them about all his memories. The only thing he left out was his activities with Val, Becca and Fran since he woke up.

When he was finished all three sat slumped, their mouths open, shocked. To be truthful they were less shocked at the details of the knowledge than they were that this was the first they knew of it. June had suspected about Gidget, but only in a "that would explain her behavior" kind of way. What got to them was that their granddaughters had carried on with their lover right under their noses and they never knew it.

"Those little scamps!" said Martha under her breath.

"That's not all," said Bob. Then he told them about his date with Gidget, and how it somehow turned into something cathartic for her. Then he described how Sunny had "caught" them, and what she had said as they talked.

"So that's why she is so intent to find her father," said Martha. She looked at Bob. "She wants to find ... you ... but she doesn't know it's you she's trying to find." She looked around. "It would be hilarious if it were in a movie plot but ... this is real."

"There seems to be something about our family that makes the men attractive to the women in it," said Bob, shrugging. "And of course, the men ... or maybe I should say man ... is attracted to the women too." He smiled.

"This is so hard," said June. "If we could just tell them all, it would make things so much simpler."

"All?" asked Betty. "The grandkids too?"

"Well ... I wasn't thinking of them exactly," said June, looking doubtful. "But if they've been carrying on with him all these years, they're part of the bigger picture too!" She looked at Bob.

"I think it's going to be enough of a shock just to find out who their grandfather is," said Bob."

"The kids might not be able to handle it," said Martha.

Bob hadn't told them what he and the "kids" as she called them, had done since he woke up. They had enough to deal with already. Things would probably come out in the end, but it should probably be fed to the participants in small bites.

"So we should tell the girls," said Betty, meaning their daughters.

"Sunny's going to raise a ruckus if we don't," said Martha. "I put her off until tonight, but I'm going to have to tell her something then."

"Why don't you get all three of them together tonight?" suggested Bob. "Tell them all at the same time."

"Should you be there too?" asked Betty.

"I have no idea," said Bob. He was pretty sure that things would be all right with Gidget and Sunny, once the shock was dealt with. Polly was the wild card. She might not be able to handle it.

Bit by bit the women decided to get it over with. Martha called Sunny, who wanted to come over right then, but Martha convinced her to wait until that evening. June and Betty each called her daughter and asked if she could come to Martha's that night too.

It was arranged. The question each woman had asked as a girl would finally get answered. No one knew how it would turn out, but the train had been started. Whether it would end up in a wreck or not ... well, now ... that was the real question.

Sunny was early, of course, eager for some kind of information. When she pounded through the door she saw Bob sitting on the couch reading a book.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, impatient. Her mother might not want to talk with him there. Was this another attempt to put her off?

Bob looked up and smiled. "Reading. You didn't do all that well in school ... did you." He smiled to show he was kidding.

"I have to talk to my mother." she said. "It's about my father. I think she's going to tell me who he is. But she might not if you're here." she said.

"Don't worry about it." Bob said. "I'll just stay in here and you can talk in the kitchen."

"Okay, but if it's a problem you have to go somewhere, okay? You know how important this is to me."

"I know," said Bob. "I hope you aren't unhappy with what she tells you."

Polly came in the door. Betty was right behind her.

"What are you two doing here?" moaned Sunny.

"We're here for the same reason you are, dear," said Betty.

"Mom's going to tell you who my father is too?" Sunny asked, frowning.

June walked in from the kitchen. "We already know, darling." she said. "Martha needs a little moral support."

"You know who my father is?" asked Sunny excitedly. "Why didn't you say something?"

June looked uncomfortable. "Why, you never asked dear."

Sunny started to object when Gidget strolled through the door.

"Not you too!" moaned Sunny. "You don't know who my father is! I know that! You'd have told me!"

"What are you talking about?" asked Gidget, waving to Bob. "I'm here for the meeting."

"What meeting?" cried Sunny.

"I don't know," said Gidget, staring at her sister. "Mom just called me and told me to be here at eight."

"All this?!" cried Sunny. "A whole family meeting ... just to tell me who my father is?"

"What?" gasped Gidget.

"Mom said she'd tell me who my father was tonight," said Sunny. "Well, she said we'd talk about it, anyway, but I'm going to find out."

Martha came out of the kitchen. Her arrival distracted everyone enough that they all went quiet.

"Well," said Martha. "You're all here. Come into the kitchen."

Bob stayed where he was. They had decided that he would be available for them to talk to if they wanted to, but that he wouldn't be in the room when they found out about him.

Still, nothing short of professional ear muffs could have stopped Bob from hearing at least some of what was said. There was a soft murmur of voices, mostly Martha's, for about five minutes. Then there was an uproar as the three younger women said things like "You did what?" and "Grandma told you what?" There was another minute of murmuring and then a babble of shouts and near screams as six women came close to panic and only three of them tried to make that panic go away. Finally it settled down and there was more murmuring that went on for ten or fifteen minutes longer.

Betty came into the living room.

"They're about to come in here and see you." she said.

"Well, I guess that's why I'm, here."

Betty shrugged. "They're acting all froggy, of course. Who wouldn't? Gidget and Sunny are especially weirded out by all this. Polly actually took it pretty well. I told her I only did it because my two big sisters did it first." She grinned. "I think it went pretty well, all things considered." She looked over her shoulder.

Martha and June came in first. They didn't look behind them to see that no one was following them. They took up seats around the living room. None sat on the couch with Bob, though.

Polly was the next one through the door. She had a tremulous smile on her face. Gidget followed her and then Sunny was last. All three women stared at him, but there were different looks on their faces.

Gidget was the first to speak. "You should have told me." she said, her voice completely normal.

"I couldn't do that, under the circumstances." he said. "It would have been too much truth for the situation."

She put her hands on her hips, but then nodded slowly. She looked around for a chair and sat down.

Polly came and sat on the couch, but not close to him. She seemed to just be thinking.

Sunny came and paced in front of him. She started to say something several times, but didn't. Finally: "You knew all along."

He just nodded.

"I understand why you didn't say anything." she said. "I acted like a fool last night."

"No, you didn't," said Bob. "You simply said what you felt. That's not foolish."

"But all the time I was talking about my father ... he was right there in the room." she said heatedly.

"Yes, but remember what we said about the truth? How it can free you ... or hurt you? How would you have felt last night if I'd have said I was your father?"

"I would have freaked out," said Sunny. "I'm not sure I would have believed you. I'd have thought you were trying to get me to..." She looked over her shoulder at the older women. She didn't go on. Instead she sat at in another chair.

"What should we call you?" asked Polly.

"So what do you think about all this?" asked Bob, ignoring her question.

"You can't grow up in our family and not know there was something strange about it." she said, her voice bland. "First of all there was this sleeping man in Aunt Martha's bedroom who never moved, never woke up and yet, was part of the family. At various times I thought our mothers murdered their husbands and got rid of the bodies. Then there was all that stuff in the news about UFOs and such, and I thought maybe they all got abducted and our mothers couldn't admit it. I never believed that all three of them got knocked up by free love at some party, like they wanted us to believe." She tilted her head, like she was examining him for the first time. "But I believe them now. There isn't any way in the world that they'd come up with this story just to keep us from the truth. This is so strange it has to be true."

"That's all very interesting," said Bob. "But you didn't answer the question. How do you feel about it?"

Polly leaned back. "I think I could have done a lot worse for a father." she said. She looked around. "I'm just curious about some things." she said.

"Like what?" asked Bob.

"Like why Gidget is as pale as she is, and what Sunny was talking about ... something about last night? There's more going on than I know about. Gidget I can understand. She's been out on a date with her own father ... at age thirty-nine ... and that just has to be something that would make anybody pale. But it isn't that much different from being on a date with your grandfather, which is what we thought you were yesterday. Both of my cousins have tried to keep secrets from me before and I get the feeling it's happening again right now."

Suddenly she stood up. "But, I have been out on a date too, with a man even younger, and I have decided that I like this man a lot. So I'm not going to worry about my weird and strange family any more. I like my family, I like my grandfather, who is now my father. I'd like to talk to him some more and I know I will, but for now I'm going to go call my boyfriend." She smiled a wide goofy kind of smile. "Imagine that! Me, this old and I have a boyfriend!" She leaned over and kissed Bob on the cheek. "But he's pretty normal, so I'm going to go spend some time with him being normal, I think. I have the rest of my life to hang around my crazy, weird family. I'd better go be normal while I can."

She went to her mother and kissed her on the cheek. Betty kissed her back, but held onto her hand.

"Did you honestly think I murdered your father?" she asked Polly.

"It was one theory we girls tossed around for a few minutes." she grinned. "You can bet your ass we never thought about the possibility of you all having sex with the sleeping man in Aunt Martha's house."

Bob stood up and she gave him a hug and another kiss on the cheek. "Nite, Daddy." she said. She leaned back like she was tasting the words. "Sounds strange ... but kind of nice too."

"Good night sweetheart," said Bob.

Polly left.

"At least she's got a normal life," said Gidget, her voice flat.

"There's no reason you can't have a life just as normal as hers," said Bob.

"Yes there is and you know what that reason is," said Gidget. "I suppose they know about that too." she said, nodding at her mother.

"Know about what dear?" asked June.

Gidget looked at Bob. He shook his head. "Some truths are left unsaid until the right time."

"What are you two talking about?" asked June. "Don't tell me there are still more secrets in this family."

"There will always be secrets in a family," said Bob. "That's not a bad thing necessarily."

Gidget, perhaps because there was already so much shock going around that night that a little more couldn't hurt that much, simply said "Bob and I had sex on our date."

June's eyes went as round as saucers. Her intake of breath was loud in the complete silence that followed Gidget's announcement. Gidget held up her hand to forestall any comment from her mother.

"I believe it was you who suggested we practice with each other on a date. And even though you didn't say anything about it in the kitchen, if you three have been making love with him for the last thirty odd years, I sort of doubt you stopped just because he woke up." She looked at her mother intently. "Especially since he says he remembers ... everything."

June had thought it would be difficult to tell her daughter how she was conceived. It had been difficult. But her throat tightened up and she flushed pink and couldn't say a word now.

"I thought so," said Gidget. She turned to Sunny. "And I bet your mother has been romping with him in bed too, Sunny, so there is no reason in the world why you can't find out about that fantasy of yours." She didn't even look at Martha, who was fiddling with her apron.

Sunny looked at her mother, who looked up. "I didn't know about your fantasy, honey. We didn't teach you how to take care of Daddy because we wanted your lives to be normal. If I'd have known ... if you'd have told me ... things might have been different."

"Sure," said Sunny. "Little girls everywhere have no problem telling their Mommies that they want to hop in bed with their Daddy ... whoever he is..." She sighed. "This is such a fucked up family."

Martha stood up. "You think what you like." she said, her voice stern. "We had an odd upbringing, I'll admit it. But we loved your father, and we loved having you because of him. We loved him so much we never needed other men in our lives. Maybe we were strange. Maybe we were perverted. But everything we did was out of love. Nobody says you have to do anything. You can go find yourself a man like millions of other women find a man, by the luck of the draw. You fucked up the first time, but that doesn't mean squat. If you're too chicken to try again, then deal with it. But don't call this family fucked up when it has been founded all these years on love." She was almost, but not quite shouting when she finished. Sunny's head was down. She didn't say anything.

Gidget stood up. "I'm going home." she said.

Bob had sat back down after Polly left and he stood again.

"What do you want me to do tonight?" he asked.

Gidget looked around the room. "You're staying with me for a few days, just like you stayed with them for a few days. I'm tired, though, so don't be too long or you'll sleep on the couch."

Bob nodded. "I just don't want you to be uncomfortable."

Gidget laughed. "Let's see. I just found out that the man I was having incest with wasn't my grandfather, like I thought, but was my father instead. He's been having sex with his daughter, who happens to be my mother, but is also my sister, because we have the same father. Anyway, she's been doing that for years, even though he was asleep. That's okay, though, because he has probably porked her a dozen times since he woke up. My cousin, who I've thought of as a sister all my life, has a fantasy about having sex with her father, who is actually my father too." She looked at Bob. "Why ever would I be uncomfortable?"

Bob sighed.

Gidget, though smiled and grasped his head with both hands. She kissed him on the lips, a soft kiss, and let go. "You're the same guy you were yesterday, and I liked that guy. I suppose I'll have to like this guy too."

After she left everyone just sat quietly. Sunny showed no inclination to say anything or leave. The older women had had enough excitement that just sitting and doing nothing was easy.

Finally Sunny lifted her head. "Considering that I had no idea who my father was, and was prepared for him to be in prison, or married to some other woman, or have half brothers or half sisters I knew nothing about ... I guess the truth isn't so terrible. At least I don't have to get to know a complete stranger."

Bob nodded. "I wanted to say something to you ... to ease your mind ... but it just wasn't the right time."

"I know." she sighed. "I just wish I hadn't spouted all that stuff about wanting to have sex with my father."

"In a way, that was the thing that brought all this about tonight," said Bob. "You've wanted to know all these years, and now you do. I just hope you're not too disappointed."

"No, not disappointed. I don't know what I do feel right now, but I know it's not disappointment. You're not in prison, after all." She smiled a tired smile.

"You want to get together and talk?" asked Bob.

Sunny arched an eyebrow. "With your history with the women in this family, I'm not sure that would be safe. Polly didn't say anything. You haven't ... rocked her world too, have you?"

Bob smiled and shook his head.

"I would like to talk ... but for now that's all I think." she said. She didn't look at her mother. "I felt pretty comfortable talking with you and Gidget last night. Maybe we could do that again?"

"That's a fine idea," said Bob.

"Okay, then, I'll drop by tomorrow night after work or something," said Sunny getting up.

She went to her mother and hugged her.

"I can't believe you did that." she said, shaking her head.

Martha shrugged. "It seemed like the right thing to do at the time."

Sunny went to Bob. She didn't hug him, but just stood in front of him, looking at his face.

"So you're my Daddy." she said.

"I guess so," said Bob.

"See you tomorrow night." she said.

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