Chapter 4

The next morning, I awoke pretty damn late, it being Christmas break. It was Tuesday, the twenty-second of December, in fact. Yesterday was the winter solstice, of course. I had some last-minute Christmas shopping left to do, but with the lockdown restrictions, much of it would have to be online. They weren’t as extreme as earlier that year, but there were still plenty of rules in place. They were a bummer during my nineteenth birthday last October, but at least it meant that I didn’t have to get up quite so early to shop.

Of course, getting up quite so late meant that Dad was already up, but he was so busy talking to Patty that he didn’t seem to notice that Morgan slipped out of my bedroom that morning. At least that was my impression at first, anyway. I couldn’t tell what he was saying to Patty from the living room and I was a bit busy trying to sneak my sister back into her bedroom. Typically, though, she wanted to make out a little before I left her room.

I made a point of showering to get the smell of sex off me, not that I minded it, but, hey, I couldn’t be that indiscreet! Then Morgan rushed in to take hers, though she pouted because it was a bit colder than she liked at first. I playfully caressed her hair, not thinking that I was seen when I heard a cough behind me. There I was, standing with my sister who was in her bath towel, when I saw Dad standing there with a very mysterious smirk on his face.

“Where there’s a will, there’s a way, huh, kids?” Dad chuckled now.

“Good morning, Dad,” I told him, “but what do you mean?”

“Good morning, Daddy,” Morgan put on her best, most charming smile.

Considering that said smile and her bath towel were all that she wore, though, the game was probably up. I played it close to my vest, but Dad wasn’t born last night, was he? He didn’t get to be a state delegate by being a fool. There was talk that he would soon run for the state senate or even Congress, but there were no guarantees about that kind of thing. He had a bit more sense than most of those fools in Richmond, anyway.

“Come on, let’s brush your teeth, comb your hair, sit down to breakfast with your old man, and then we have to talk ... as a family. There might be only three of us, but we’re still a family. And you two appear to have bonded very well compared to any half-siblings I’ve ever met,” Dad now chuckled as we finished our personal grooming and followed him to the kitchen.

“Wait, I need to ... um get dressed. I’m still wearing a bath towel,” Morgan suddenly recalled.

“Kiddo, you don’t have anything that both of us guys haven’t seen by now. I used to bathe you when your mother let me visit you ... and when I could afford to go to Wales, both in time and money. And Brian here, well, I think that we know that he’s seen you naked by now. Don’t we? Keep the bath towel on for now, though. I don’t want him distracted while we talk,” Dad laughed.

Dad messed around in the kitchen a little and found enough eggs, proper Virginia ham, and frozen hashbrowns that we could make breakfast together. We helped out, both from hunger and from a sense of family togetherness. Pretty soon, a nice, hearty breakfast was in place. It included plenty of orange juice, too, of course. Not to mention coffee, I might add.

“So, I suppose that there are several things to discuss, but the first thing is this. I know about you two. When a girl sneaks out of a guy’s bedroom at those hours of the morning, especially in such a state of undress, there’s only one conclusion to make, even if siblings. So, tell me ... have you two been using ... protection? And how long has this been going on?” Dad confronted us with the fact of our incest.

“Just since last night, in fact. It’s very recent, though, I’ve wanted it for a while now,” Morgan confessed.

“And no, last night, we didn’t use any protection. So it might happen ... or not happen, depending upon her cycle,” I admitted for my part.

“So, now my son and daughter are lovers? I thought that you had a girlfriend, Brian. Someone named Cassie. You do remember Cassie, right? Kinda plump, but very attractive in that classic Middle Eastern way. Do you have a hall pass or is this cheating as well as incest? Or have you broken it off with Cassie?” Dad wondered openly while putting back a bit of coffee.

“Well, let’s just say that Cassie cheated, I had a revenge fling or two, and then we both kinda decided to look the other way. But now it’s more open. We FaceTimed last night, me with Morgan and her with her photographer and his girlfriend. They were having a threesome. I had considered breaking it off with Cassie, but she charmed me out of it back then. That was when we finally went all of the way. AFTER both straying. How messed up is that?” I laughed at myself for waiting that long to hump Cassie.

“That is ... unusual, but I guess that you both realized what you almost lost and decided to appreciate it better, it sounds like to me. As for Morgan, just understand that there are some valid reasons for the incest taboo. It’s not as extreme for half-siblings, of course, not sharing as much DNA. Still, if you’re going to go about raw-dogging your sister, you could end up putting a bun in her oven and we have to take careful measures. Prenatal vitamins. Regular screenings. That kind of thing. Anything to give the baby a fighting chance. Otherwise, my first grandchild could have a very rough start in life,” Dad stipulated now.