Chapter 5
Everyone seemed to be in a good mood, Cathy noticed over breakfast. Peter and Valerie were especially talkative, and had apparently gotten over their timidness, she decided. And she wondered if Allen's good spirits had anything to do with the young girl that had paid so much attention to him the night before.
Just as they were locking the front door before going to bed, a family arrived to rent a cabin. It was normal for Allen to make the exhausting hike up the hill when it got dark, but Cathy had decided to go with him this time to settle her curiosity about whether anyone was having a pool party. Though it was still early, she would know just by the way the group was sitting around the campfire if they intended to go swimming or not.
The new people drove their car up the steep road as she and Allen followed on foot. Her whole body glowed with warmth when Allen took her hand in his and put his other arm around her waist.
"Let's ball in the bushes," he whispered jokingly.
"Don't be silly," she answered, giving him a slight bump with her hip. "You wouldn't want me to get my beautiful ass all scratched, would you?"
"Hmmmmm, I hadn't thought of that," he said with a laugh. "I guess I'll have to break down and take you to a motel."
"I know a great one down the road apiece."
They were still laughing as they reached the top of the hill and saw the group gathered around the campfire at the other end of the lawn. All eyes were on the new arrivals until they saw Cathy and Allen, then arms shot up to wave to them.
"Too cold to go swimming?" a man's voice called out.
"The water is warm," Allen called back, then turning to Cathy said, "Don't tell me we've got another bunch of swingers."
"About fifty-fifty," she answered. "There are a few women that got upset about the last pool party. So I wouldn't encourage them, if I were you."
That's when Cathy saw the young girl get out of her father's car and fix an approving eye on Allen. She couldn't have been more than sixteen, Cathy calculated as she scrutinized the girl's long legs and rather large breasts. And she certainly knows how to show them off, Cathy thought, wondering what her parents thought of her too-tight sweater and extremely short-shorts.
Allen's attention was focused on the young girl too, as she flittered about, pretending to help with the luggage. But Cathy resented the brazen way the blonde continued to flirt with Allen in her presence.
"Looks like you have an admirer," Cathy told Allen. "You show them the cabin, I'm going to talk to the group at the fire."
"Okay." Allen said absently and immediately moved toward the young girl, who found the two suitcases she was carrying an excellent excuse to exaggerate the movement of her hips.
"Hi," Cathy heard her say to Allen. "I'm Sally ... This is a nice place you have...."
"Here, let me help you with those," he offered, and Cathy turned away to walk across the lawn to the campfire. She couldn't resist laughing to herself at the girl's childish flirtation with Allen. And she suddenly felt proud of her nephew and niece. They were so much more mature, she decided.
"How about a drink?" from one of the men as she reached the group huddled around the fire.
"Thank you," she smiled as he pressed the drink in her hand without waiting for an answer. She took a sip and realized there was more vodka than orange-juice in the screwdrivers they were pouring from several pitchers in the circle. And Cathy knew they were trying to get up the courage to go for a swim in the nude. "Too cold for a swim?" she asked.
"We're trying to decide," another man answered and Cathy could see by their expressions that the women in the group were a little embarrassed by her presence. "What would you say?"
"Well ... the water is probably still warm," she offered, not wanting to commit herself. "It's just getting into it that's so difficult."
"Hell! Let's stop talking and do it!" from an older man.
Cathy noted his wife wasn't the least interested in the anticipated sport, but his daughter was. She was in her late teens, Cathy knew, but didn't know whether the girl was wearing anything under the robe she was wearing. Irene was one of the girls Allen had been attracted to the year before, she recalled.
"I think we should put it off for a warmer night," one of the women said.
"It won't get any warmer than this," Irene shot back. "So make up your mind. If nobody else is going for a dip ... then Daddy and I will go alone."
"Yeah! Why don't you two start it off?" from a young man across the fire from her.
"This is becoming a real drag" she sulked. "I think you're all too chicken to get undressed." The silence told her she had guessed right and she added coyly, "Well, I'm not."
The group began to stir as Irene carefully opened the robe to display her bare leg all the way up to her hip, while covering the front of her with the robe. If nothing else, she knew the men would be aroused by her display and the suggestion that she was naked under the robe. While they all stared with interest, no one made a move to join her.
Cathy felt pangs of envy as the girl, not at all discouraged, slowly slipped the rob from her shoulders, paused to look at their expressions, then let it drop in a heap to the ground. Now she was standing totally naked in the flickering light of the campfire, smiling at the men in the group.
"Anyone interested?" Irene asked coyly, turning to show them the fullness of her buttocks, accented by the deep shadow and orange light of the fire. She had her eye on one of the young men in the circle, but he seemed to be on a short leash, held securely by his wife.
"What a bunch of deadheads," her father said dryly. Then he also took off his robe, exhibited his building erection to the suddenly shocked audience, and handed his robe to his embarrassed wife without looking at her. "Let's go, Irene. We can streak across the lawn and dive into the pool."
"If the rest of you are too chicken," she said, "then don't bother to turn on the pool lights. My Daddy and I aren't going to put on a show for you to masturbate to...." Then she turned, took her father's hand and they raced off across the lawn toward the pool.
Cathy noticed the young man Irene had been eyeing was prompting his wife to get up. Then they walked off in the direction of the pool, fully dressed, but she knew he was trying to coax his wife into going for a swim. Coming from the direction the couple was heading to were Allen and his new admirer. She seemed to be all aflutter, as she chatted constantly, Cathy thought.
Gradually the others got up and hesitantly moved toward the pool also. Cathy waited beside the fire, sipping her drink, for Allen to reach her. Then ignoring the girl's presence, she told him, "They're going for a swim."
"Hey! That sounds like fun," Sally immediately chirped up. "Are you going for a swim, Allen?"
"You have to have your parent's permission," Cathy said in a soft, sweet voice. "They're...."
"Oh, my parents won't mind," Sally interrupted her.
"Are you sure?" Cathy continued to be pleasant, even though the girl was totally ignoring her presence.
"They're swimming in the nude," Allen clarified the point in a whisper.
"Oh ... I see...." she stammered. " ... My mother wouldn't ... Do I have to tell them?"
"Yes," he answered, adding quickly, "But Cathy and I aren't going either. Sometimes they get rowdy ... and ... well, we always end up in the middle of a bad scene."
Cathy turned to place her empty glass on one of the benches, but caught a glimpse of Allen giving the girl a playful pat on the rump when he thought she couldn't see him. The girl giggled at his sudden interest in her behind and Cathy was annoyed at the thought of her being rewarded for her coquettishness.
But now, as she pretended to pay attention to the conversation over the breakfast table, she wondered why Allen's playful pats didn't make her jealous. Was it because she was confident he wouldn't stray too far from the nest? she asked herself. Or was it because she had matured to the point where she could understand someone wanting a little diversification? That was understandable, she rationalized, glancing at Peter and knowing how much she wanted to spend another afternoon satisfying her lustful desire to be his teacher.
As Allen talked about all the chores he had to do today, Cathy thought back to their stop at the pool the night before. The underwater lights were on by the time they got there and she was impressed with the effect it gave to the nude bodies in the water. It seemed to magnify and flatter them, she recalled vividly. But it was Irene that she decided was the prettiest, with the best shape, and the most likely to succeed.
She and Allen watched, arm-in-arm, as the swimmers were getting acquainted with each other's bodies before pairing off. Irene was the only one bent on seducing a particular male and was using her father to attract the young man's attention from his wife.
While her mother sat watching from the darkness alongside the pool, Irene maneuvered her father closer to the couple and under the guise of playing, managed to show them how uninhibited she was. Her father responded by chasing her with his stiff member and poking her with it when he caught her. Irene would casually reach down and take his prong from between her legs and move it to the side, laughing to show how much she enjoyed it, and making a point of pressing her breasts against him at the same time. Then she would fake another escape, always in the direction of the young man, whose wife was getting angry with the attention he was paying to Irene.
Cathy wanted to fill her fantasy at that point. She wanted to strip off her clothes and swim the length of the pool and back, just to satisfy her ego. She knew her naked body would draw the young man's attention away from Irene, she told herself. But she managed to contain the impulse and just watch.
Irene's father caught her around the waist, tucked her under his arm so her buttocks were facing forward, and pretended to give her a spanking. Then he screwed his finger up her rectum and released his grip around her waist, laughing as she kicked and splashed to free herself from his digit. The young man and his wife also found it funny as they watched. But he moved quickly and lifted the wife into the same position he had Irene and offered the target to her husband. Unable to refuse for fear the old man would do it if he didn't, he moved forward to drive his finger between the twin globes of flesh, but was suddenly attacked by Irene. She was pretending to be coming to the defense of his wife, but in doing so, she managed to get his weapon between her legs. And, she thought her game of pitting the men against the girls was the perfect ploy to cover-up her seduction of the girl's husband so she wouldn't get mad.
The four of them were kicking and splashing in the water, with Irene yelling instructions to the girl to escape, while she held the husband. At the same time she was trying to impale herself on the young man's spike. And while he wasn't encouraging, or helping Irene accomplish the task, he wasn't resisting either.
Cathy felt very uneasy as she watched the foursome. Something told her the man's wife would be furious when she discovered Irene had seduced him. But the real threat, from a business standpoint, would come if Irene's father decided to take his kicking, screaming captive by force, thinking it was all part of the game and his just reward. It would be a clear case of rape, Cathy decided, putting Allen and herself in a bad position as spectators.
Just then Irene's father reached out and pulled her clutching, clawing body from the girl's husband. He was a powerful man, Cathy realized as he held both girls now; one under his arm and the other on his chest, kicking and swinging her arms wildly to get free. With the ease of a man with that strength, he handed the girl over to her husband. Cathy could see the relief in the girl's expression. And Irene resigned herself to the fact that she had lost her golden opportunity and stopped struggling.
As Cathy was about to turn to Allen and suggest they leave, she saw Irene's buttocks slowly slipping down her father's stomach, with his menacing spear aimed at the junction of her legs. It was an interesting turn of events and Cathy decided to wait a little longer to see the outcome.
Irene was facing the young couple, who stood a few feet away, watching with wide eyes and amazed expressions. She grinned helplessly at them as her father's spike began to poke at her vulva, seeking entrance. Then she squirmed slightly to seat the big, blunt knob and told the young man with her eyes that it could have heen his. Then her eyes closed as her father ran the full length of his ramrod into her.
Cathy found herself wondering what Irene's mother must be thinking as she watched from the sidelines. It must be a strange feeling, she told herself, to watch your husband fuck your daughter. To know every inch of his cock and how it feels in your cunt. And to see your daughter squirming with delight as she takes your man's cock into her young slit ... and offering him young, firm flesh to inspire him on. She glanced down then and saw the bulge in Allen's pants, pleased to know her own arousal by the scene Would be satisfied when they got back to the house.
Meanwhile, Irene's father gently lifted her up to the tip of his swollen meat and pulled her down again, to piston his rod in-and-out of her yielding body. She was no longer interested in anyone else, but was totally committed to her father's steady, slow-motion strokes. And the scene drew the attention of the other swimmers, who seemed awestruck by the magnified details of the underwater seduction. But Irene and her father were apparently unaware of the audience, as they concentrated on their water ballet.
The father's free hand moved tenderly, lovingly over her breasts, stomach and pubic hair, bringing Irene to the peak of excitement. When he lifted her completely off his thick pole, she suddenly seemed terrified by the void in her sucking tunnel. But he simply turned her and filled the void with his long thick meat again, pumping it into her faster now as he clutched her to his chest with one arm, while his other reached down to finger her anus and drive her wild. t As if on cue, the others tossed out their inhibitions and actively sought the one they wanted to share their own burning, itching, craving loins with. Allen too was getting impatient and tugged at Cathy's arm.
"In a minute," she whispered, shifting from one foot to the other to contain the itch in her crotch.
Irene grabbed a fistful of her father's hair and pulled his head to her chest, filling his mouth with breast-meat. Then she threw her head back and reached a climax.
Cathy waited impatiently as they worked their groins together and drank in the last sensations of the union. Then they slowly separated, their combined juices forming a cloud in the side-lighted water and slithered between their stomachs to the surface of the water.
Irene lowered her back on the water and floated in that position, while her father walked toward the side of the pool. His wife met him there with a towel and his robe and helped dry him off. The way a mother treats a child, Cathy thought.
"If I stay here another minute I'm going to jump in with them!" Allen warned.
Cathy turned then and they made a dash back down the hill toward the house. And, she gave Allen a knowing smile across the table now as she recalled the intense heat of his passion when they got to their bedroom to satisfy their own lusts. He returned her smile with a wink and she knew he got the message.
"Anyone feel like helping a tired old man vacuum the pool?" Allen asked. And Peter volunteered without hesitating.
"How about another cup of coffee?" Cathy asked Valerie, who seemed to be daydreaming herself.
"Oh ... sure. I'll get it," she answered.
Cathy waited for the door to close behind Allen and Peter before saying, "I guess this is a good time to have our talk."
"I forgot all about that," Valerie replied, placing the full cups of hot coffee on the table. "I guess I was upset last night. You know ... kinda mixed up about what happened. It was my first experience with someone of my own sex ... and I had to get my head on straight. But I'm fine now."
"To tell you the truth, Kitten," Cathy said, wondering if she could learn to talk with a velvety sound like Valerie's, "I wasn't thinking about our little woman-to-woman fun. That came about by accident, I guess. I was so aroused before you got there, that it just seemed like a simple solution to my need. And you seemed to have the same problem."
"Well ... that was why I was so moody last night," Valerie explained. "For awhile there I wasn't sure about you ... or about myself. But after I went to bed ... and gave it some serious thought, I realized there wasn't anything wrong with either of us."
"I'm sorry that you even had a little discomfort over it," Cathy said seriously. "It just never occurred to me that it was anything more than a mutual release. I'm really sorry...."
"That's okay," Valerie said with a smile. "Like I said, everything worked out fine when I went to bed."
"What I did want to talk to you about was something you said yesterday," Cathy said slowly, trying to convey to the girl that she wanted to help.
"What did I say?" Valerie asked with a puzzled look, fearing it may be something she'd regret.
"When I asked you if you'd ever been with a man," Cathy continued to talk slowly, choosing her words carefully, "you said, 'yes,' but I got the impression it was a painful experience."
"Oh...." Valerie wasn't prepared to answer and found herself taken back by the fact that it had been so obvious.
"Don't get me wrong," Cathy said. "I'm not trying to pry into your life or anything like that. I just thought I might be able to help. Sometimes just talking about a problem is all the help a person needs."
"Yes ... I know. I often wished I could talk to my mother ... or anyone, for that matter...."
"I can understand how you feel about your mother," Cathy said with a sigh. "We grew up together and I could never really get close to her either."
"I don't suppose ... it would make any difference if I told you," Valerie said, staring into her coffee.
"If you're afraid I'll tell anyone ... especially your mother ... you don't have a thing to worry about."
"It's funny how one little mistake can screw-up so many lives," Valerie sighed. "I know it screwed-up Peter and Mom...."
"Why don't you just talk and I'll sit here and listen," Cathy said. "That way you won't have to be defensive, or answer any embarrassing questions. You can just tell what you want to tell and leave out the rest."
Valerie took a deep breath and began her story......" I guess all girls go through a stage where they fall madly in love with their fathers. For me, Daddy was the handsomest, most wonderful man alive. When I was with him, I felt safe, happy, proud and very important. He had a way of making me feel like I was the only person in the world; his little girl and the only one he ever loved.
One of my biggest thrills was climbing on his leg and bouncing on it like I was riding a pony. His thick leg between mine felt delicious. But the biggest thrill, when I was very young, was just being face to face with my hero, laughing and playing without a care in the world. Then just about the time I started to realize how nice it was to bounce my little hairless cookie on his leg, Mom began to interrupt our games and make us stop. The itch got so bad in my hungry slit I would do anything to keep his leg there, which usually got me a spanking from my mother for not doing as I was told.
My father must have known how badly I needed that ride, because he was always letting me get on his leg. Naturally, I soon learned to only go "pony-riding" when my mother wasn't around. And it turned out better anyway, because when we were alone my father would rub my legs with his strong hands and slip one into my panties to rub my little ass. He let me rub that itching slit to my heart's content, while he massaged my ass and played hide-and-seek with my buttonhole.
It was very confusing to me that Mom never made me stop when one of my uncles put me on his knee and bounced me up and down. But it was never the same with anyone else and I really didn't care for their silly games. Especially when one of them would use the pony-ride as an excuse to feel my ass. Only my father could do that! And I loved it when he did.
But the older I got, the more Mom interfered with my showing any affection to my father. She was constantly nagging me to stop pressing against him, to leave him alone, to stop bothering him. And nagging him if he slapped me playfully on the ass. It got so bad, she even criticized the way I kissed him in the morning, or when he came home from work.
I was terribly jealous of Peter, because he could do all the things I wanted to do. Like taking a bath with Daddy and getting in bed with him on mornings when he slept late. And I hated Mom for not letting me do anything with my father. She even put a wall between Peter and me with her fanatic rules about not allowing anyone to see our naked bodies.
Then one afternoon, when I was fifteen, Mom and Peter went shopping and I was in my room trying on my bathing suits from the year before. I was standing before the mirror naked when I heard my father coming down the hall. It gave me the most sensational thrill to imagine that he could see me like that. To see how nice my tits were developing. To see the crop of hairs around my maturing pussy.
"Are you in there?" he asked, knocking on the door.
"Yes, Daddy," I answered, still looking in the mirror and hoping he wouldn't ask if it was all right to come in. A chill shot up my spine when I saw the door opening in the mirror and watched him come into the room.
"Oh! Excuse me!" he gulped.
"It's my fault," I said ouickly and impulsively turned to face him. "I should have told you...."
His eyes were drinking in every inch of me and I felt weak in the knees. I loved it. But he started backing out of the room and I didn't want him to leave. Not right away. I wanted to display my nakedness for just a few forbidden moments before he left.
"I was just trying on my bathing suits," I said, scooping up my robe to cover the front of me, so he wouldn't be embarrassed. Of course I knew he could see my ass reflecting in the mirror, but pretended I didn't. "Did you want something?" I asked, halting his retreat.
"No ... nothing important....".His eyes were looking past me into the mirror and I could feel the delight of it starting to itch in my pussy.
"Have you got a minute? I'd like you to see why I need a new bathing suit," I said, dropping the robe and quickly pulling on the nearest one. A one-piece suit from several years ago. "See what I mean? I've grown out of them."
"You sure have," he mumbled, eyeing the too-tight outfit that barely covered the nipples of my blossoming tits.
"I can't wear this to the beach." I added, letting go of the neck straps, which sent my tits popping out. See?"
"Mmmmm ... you'd sure be the hit of the r beach though," he joked, staring at them with i hunger in his eyes.
"Daddy!" I laughed, rushing to him and I throwing my arms around his neck, pressing my aching, longing tits against his chest. I planted a big kiss on his lips and almost died from the thrill of feeling his hands come up my I sides and fondle my breasts. I even moved back a little so he could feel the rock-hard nipples. "You get more beautiful every day," he I whispered.
"Mmmm ... you make me tingle all over when you say things like that," I sighed, grinding my pelvis against his, but finding a big bulge there instead. I was so naive, I thought he had something in his pocket.
His hands swept down my sides and over my back, rubbing every inch of bare skin. As his mouth covered mine and his tongue forced its way into my mouth, he pulled down the rest of the bathing suit and his hands were like slithering serpents, covering every inch of me. I groaned with delight when his finger found my asshole and slipped into it. His other hand seemed to be trembling when he slid it down my stomach and his fingers combed through my pussy-hair. Then his finger parted my cunt-lips and I was on my way to an orgasm. His finger lingered and toyed with me there and the soft touches of it brought me to a climax.
Without saying a word, he picked me up and carried me to the bed. Then he stripped off his clothes and I saw my very first hard-on. It was so big and menacing, that I couldn't take my eyes off it. His hands spread my legs wide apart and I watched him bring that long, thick pole right up to the door of my weeping cunt.
"This is going to hurt a little," he whispered.
"I don't care!" I cried. "I love you ... and I want you more than anything else."
The blunt head of it pressed forward, hurting and burning, but I wiggled and squirmed on it, wanting it desperately. It seemed to take forever to break through that obstacle ... then suddenly it came down hard and he was driving it all the way into me. I screamed, cried and pulled him tighter, thinking the pain would go away if I was pressed tight against my father's body.
"It hurts, Daddy," I whimpered.
"I love you more than anything in the world," he whispered, and I didn't care how much it hurt.
Them the throbbing and pounding in my cunt grew unbearable and I found myself building to a delicious new orgasm. Suddenly I felt something warm and fluid filling me. It washed away the burning sensation and I was humping his cock for all it was worth. I thought I was going to faint from the thrills it was pumping clear up to my belly and brain. And then my body flushed all the anxiety, pain, fear and longing onto his throbbing, spitting cock.
Almost before I could catch my breath, he took it out of me, ignoring my plea for more and started to get dressed. Which may not sound like the most romantic seduction on record, but for me it was the greatest. And I knew we had to hurry before Mom got back.
As soon as the soreness went away, I found myself constantly searching for that moment when we could be alone again. I felt so wonderful ... so all grown-up. And I didn't blame my mother for trying to keep us separated anymore. I wouldn't want to share that hunk of man with anyone either, I told myself. But we had foiled her selfish plot to keep him all to herself and I was itching for another chance. It made me feel like a woman ... and I wanted more of it.
The days dragged into weeks as I waited for another opportunity. It was an agonizing wait, because Peter always seemed to be there when Mom wasn't and we had to be sure the both of them would be gone long enough to enjoy our encounter. In the meantime, we were giving each other secret smiles and touches that went unnoticed. And I was constantly looking for brief meetings, to press my body against his, to give him open-mouth kisses I found so exciting now, and to feel for that telltale bulge in his pants.
It was five weeks to the day when we finally got our chance. Mother was taking Peter to the dentist and we were alone at last. I was so anxious that I tore off my sweater and bra in the living room and began hand-feeding my aching tit into his mouth. Mom was just backing out of the driveway and Daddy got nervous, fearing she would come back for something. He sent me to my room and said he would be up in a few minutes.
I raced up to my bedroom, pulled off my slacks and panties in one motion and waited for him on the bed. Those few minutes even seemed like hours. But then his head came poking in the door, smiling, devouring me with his eyes and I was so happy I almost came at the sight of him.
He stripped, climbed on the bed and started kissing me all over. I loved it, but I wanted that big stick of his more than anything else. When I saw he was so engrossed in kissing my tits and feeling my ass, I slid down and began kissing the giant head of his cock. I almost died when I felt his hot mouth come between my legs and his wet tongue kick at my clit.
"Fuck me, Daddy," I cried, when his tongue swept into my dew-lined cunt. "That's all I want, Daddy ... just to have you fuck me."
He laughed at my pleading, but brought his weapon right to my pussy. We stared into each other's eyes for one breathless moment and then he drove it into me.
"It's all yours, Kitten," he said.
"I love it, Daddy. I love it and I love you ... and it-it doesn't hurt this time."
That big slab of pulsing meat gave me more thrills than I ever dreamed were possible. It felt as though it was driving up into my belly, through my chest and into my throat, choking me with its delicious thickness. I think I had an orgasm with every breath I took. Of course my mind wasn't functioning rationally at the time, so anything was possible. All I know for sure is, I was floating on a cloud and my body was filled to the breaking point with my father's cock.
The only thing I could hear, in my dream-like world, was the grunts and groans he was uttering and I knew he was enjoying me as much as I was enjoying him. And I went wild, kicking and clawing, scratching and gasping, when that cannon fired the first volley into me. I could feel myself drowning in a thick, sticky cream, as he emptied his full load into me. The air in the room seemed saturated with an odor so strong it was almost impossible to breathe, as my joy-juices mixed with his and spilled out of my over-crowded pussy.
We took our time coming down from the summit and grinding out those last precious drops of delight, when the world shattered. Mom's voice cut through us like a cold steel sword....
Valerie was silent then. Her eyes filled with tears and she stared blankly at the center of the table.
Cathy wanted to rush over to her and hug her tight to show she understood. She wanted to say something that would take away the pain. But all she could manage to utter was, "I can just imagine the scene that followed."
"No," Valerie said, sniffing and swallowing hard to hold back the tears. "She turned and left the room. Naturally, my father dressed quickly and followed her to their bedroom, where she really exploded. And, she unleashed all her fury on Dad."
Cathy waited silently while her niece sobbed openly for a few brief moments before gaining her composure. Then she said, "I guess you had a pretty strained relationship with her after that, though...."
"Oh no," Valerie said. She wiped the tears from her cheeks and seemed to be over the emotional strain. "On the contrary. Mom told me she didn't blame me in the least. Even when I told her how I enticed him into doing it. But she screamed and carried on so with my father that he stormed out of the house ... [her eyes filled now and overflowed. She cried openly.] ... and ... and that's when ... he got----got ... killed ... in the auto accident."
"Oh, Valerie," Cathy said, also choked with emotion by this unknown fact. "I ... didn't ... know...."
"Only Mom and I knew. I guess that's why she kept us so shut-off from everyone else."
"It's just hard to believe your mother ... knowing her as well as I do ... didn't make your life miserable."
"After the funeral she told me my father had been cheating for years and I shouldn't blame myself for anything that happened. Which was hard to accept at the time."
"Yes, I guess it would be...."
"But she also told me that she ... well, she ... also had an affair ... with her father ... Your father!"
"I'll be damned!" Cathy said. "I never even suspected ... though I was jealous, because she was always his favorite. But I never dreamed...."
"Anyway," Valerie sighed, "I do feel better now that I've told someone. But, as you can see, the only two times I've had intercourse ... it turned out to be painful...."
"Yes. I understand," Cathy said and began clearing the breakfast dishes from the table. "But you've got your whole life ahead of you ... you have to get over those past experiences. Just remember, the first time was painful be cause you were a very young virgin. The second time ... who knows? You said it was great. What happened to your father after that may have happened anyway ... even if your mother hadn't returned. So just be thankful you had that second experience. Then take your mother's advice and stop blaming yourself."
They didn't talk about it after that. When the breakfast dishes were put away they both went in search of Allen and Peter at the pool. It seemed like a good day to go shopping, Cathy thought, and Valerie agreed with new enthusiasm in her voice.