Chapter 3: I Need to Get Rid of Dad

One month has passed. Eight have left. He spent most of his time working from home, trying to focus on work and avoid any distractions related to his mother.

This morning passed like any other, with the familiar routine of breakfast and small talk. Dan tried his best to avoid eye contact with Mom, feeling a sense of shame.

“I’ll leave my car at home today,” Frank muttered, glancing at Nancy.

“It’s Saturday. Are you going out again today?” she sounded surprised.

Dan watched as his mother’s expression changed from confusion to disappointment.

“Yes, I have things to do, you know how it works, Nancy,” Frank replied, wiping his red beard with a napkin before standing up. “Thanks for breakfast. Do you need me to grab anything while I’m out?”

Nancy glanced down at her lap. “New lingerie. They seem to disappear in this apartment.”

Frank raised his eyebrows in surprise. “I was serious, Nancy. I can grab some groceries.”

Nancy looked up. “So was I. Buy me new lingerie, Frank.”

Dan observed his father leave. “Damn, I forgot about him. How am I going to carry out my plans with Dad in the house?”

Dan’s thoughts were interrupted when he noticed Jack staring at him intently. Did his older brother suspect something?

Nervous, Dan looked away in a hurry, acting like he was really into his breakfast. Finishing the last bites, Jack walked around the table and playfully nudged Dan on the shoulder.

“Hey, can we talk for a minute?” he asked.

Fear gripped Dan’s stomach as he trailed behind his big brother. Dan and Jack peeked through the living room window, observing their father walking down the street with a determined look, glancing back every few steps like a soldier on a mission.

“You know Dad’s cheating on Mom, right?” Jack suddenly broke the silence.

“It’s their marriage, their problem,” Dan replied, still studying his father’s figure.

Jack scoffed, “Their problem? It’s affecting all of us. Do you really believe it’s fine for him to lie and trick our Mom like that?”

“No, of course not.”

“Are you just going to ignore this? Don’t you care about Mom?” Jack insisted. “Think about it, Dan. If we don’t act, he’ll keep hurting Mom. What about us? I bet he has evidence of his wrongdoing in his car. We could find it and show Mom. Make him face the consequences for what he’s doing.”

Dan hesitated for a moment, contemplating his brother’s words.

Perhaps not having his father around could give him an opportunity to pursue his goals, but it still felt wrong to interfere in Mom’s relationship.

As Dan watched his dad leave, he felt uneasy. He was aware that his brother Jack never liked their dad, and it seemed like things were about to get worse.

“You think we can go behind his back and betray him like this.”

“He’s the one betraying mom! And if you’re not going to help me, then I’ll do it on my own,” said Jack.

Dan knew there was no reasoning with Jack when he was like this. He watched as his brother stormed out of the room.

“I don’t think I have any choice,” Dan said, following him down the stairs. As they made their way down the stairs towards the garage, Nancy appeared in front of them, blocking their path.

“What’s the rush? And what were you two whispering about upstairs?” Nancy asked, with her ample cleavage on full display. Dan couldn’t help but admire her stunning appearance - black hair elegantly styled into a bun and a form-fitting skirt hugging her curves. Her light floral dress hinted at the sweetness underneath. The white stripes of her bra peeked out from around the edges of the straps on her luscious breasts.

“Just going for a walk,” Jack replied, his eyes glancing eagerly at their mom.

“For a walk? Together? Doesn’t sound like you, but fine. I’ll find out eventually what you’re up to, you can be sure,” Nancy said, stepping aside to let them pass.

As they walked to the garage where the sleek black Porsche was parked, Jack pulled the handle, but the car was locked. Frustrated, he peered through the tinted window, trying to catch a glimpse of the interior. Dan couldn’t help but chuckle at his brother’s impatience.

“We can break the window If you’d like” he joked, but Jack’s expression remained serious.

“We can,” Jack said, surprising Dan with his boldness. He couldn’t believe that his usually cautious brother was willing to take such a risk.

“Breaking the window? It was a joke.”

“Relax. We’ll find the keys when he comes back home. Or what if he’s hiding it in there? We should take a look now.”

“You can look here. I’ll head back and make sure nobody catches us,” Dan turned on his heel and strode purposefully towards the house.

Was there really something more between Jack and Nancy? Was it just his imagination or did he sense a physical connection between them? It wasn’t just the way Jack looked at Nancy, but the way he acted.

He slowly made his way up the stairs to his room, his mind racing with a thousand questions. How had his once-simple life become so complicated in such a short time?

The weight of the situation hung on his mind as he made his way up to ... not his, but Jack’s room. Everything there was tidy and organized - a reflection of his brother’s studious and responsible nature. But as he surveyed his surroundings, a sudden curiosity overtook him and he found himself rummaging through one of his drawers.

“Where are you hiding it, Jack,” Dan muttered, looking around the room.

With a keen eye and a swift determination, he quickly honed in on his target - a small, inconspicuous object hidden away on the highest shelf of Jack’s vast closet. Their mother is not that tall and wouldn’t be able to get there.

It was no easy feat to navigate the labyrinth of clothing and clutter, but he knew where to look. With a deft maneuver, he reached up and retrieved the item, careful not to disturb the precarious balance of the surroundings. As he examined the object, he realized it was a women’s magazine, one page was folded, and when he opened it, Dan read an article titled:: “The Best Days for Pregnancy. Women are most fertile at the time of ovulation (when an egg is released from your ovaries), which usually occurs 12 to 14 days before your next period begins. This is the time of the month when you’re most likely to get pregnant.”

“What the hell?” Dan thought and quickly returned it back, his fingers brushed against something soft and silky. Intrigued, he reached in further, his fingertips coming into contact with the lacy fabric of lingerie. A sinking feeling settled in his stomach as he pulled out the offending item from a hidden compartment.

“I hardly think it belongs to Jack. So is he stealing Mom’s lingerie?”

Lacy black panties adorned with an elegant rose. He carefully opened them, revealing a suspicious white stain in it.

“Is that cum ... or her insides?” Dan thought and as the door creaked open, he froze.

“Jack?” Dan’s heart skipped a beat, as he turned around. Of course, it was Nancy, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“No, not Jack,” he said, turning around with a flush creeping up his neck.

His mom crossed her arms over her chest. “Didn’t you go for a walk? And just what were you doing in Jack’s room? I haven’t forgotten the time you went through my purse, Danny. I hope you are not stealing anything from your brother.”

Dan’s hand slipped into his back pocket, hiding the stolen panties. “I ... I don’t,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I was just looking for something.”

Nancy’s gaze remained fixed on him, and Dan could feel the weight of her scrutiny. He knew he had to get out of there before things got any worse. “I have to go,” he muttered, turning to leave.

As he walked by Nancy, he smelled his mom’s nice perfume. Suddenly, he stopped, taking a deep breath with his chest moving up and down.

The sweet smell of her perfume surrounded him, giving him a strange but nice feeling. He closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the wonderful scent. His eyes were drawn to the graceful curve of his mother’s neck, mesmerized by its delicate lines and flawless form. Unbidden admiration pricked at his conscience, and guilt washed over him like a wave. He chided himself for his inappropriate thoughts.