But she also had all these old-fashioned phrases, that used to amuse Annie as a child. Things like, well, you know what thought did, and, if ifs and ands were kettles and pans. Archaic phrases, things people no longer said, even back in the old country.
Annie would ask her what those phrases meant, and her mother would just smile, and say she couldn’t remember.
Well, there was a phrase that seemed strangely appropriate right now. What was it?
Suddenly, she remembered. The words had appeared, as if they were ten feet tall and flashing in her mind.
Annie thought about her husband and her daughter, imagining them together, fucking. Fucking and sucking.
And then she thought of her son. Her and Greg.
“What’s sauce for the goose, is sauce for the gander.” She said out loud, before starting the car and heading for places unknown.
Back home, Ray and Kim were now lying on the bed he normally shared with Annie. After she blew him by the pool, they decided to head back inside. Both of them were totally unaware their secret was out; they had been far too absorbed in their sexual activities to notice Annie’s presence. They had taken a shower, Ray fucking his daughter from behind as the hot water cascaded down on top of them.
Now they were merely a heap of towels, sheets and naked bodies. Kim was lying next to her father, her head resting on his chest. Her cheek felt a little tender, but she didn’t think it was likely to bruise. The cut on her lip was already healing over. He was gently caressing her shoulder and upper arm. Both of them felt sated, satisfied, content. Ray was dozing off, when suddenly his daughter piped up.
“Are you still fucking around?” She asked him.
“What do you mean?” He replied.
“You said you and mom had an understanding. You were allowed to sleep with other women. Are you still doing it?”
“It was only an occasional thing. It’s not like I was banging every girl in sight.”
“But are you still doing it?”
“No. Of course not.”
“Why?”
“You know why.”
“Yes, I probably do, but I want to hear you say it.”
Ray sighed. Then…
“Because of you. I stopped because of you.”
“Go on.” She said, a devilishly contented smile spreading over her face.
“I don’t want to be with anyone other than you.”
“So, you’re happy to cheat on Mom, but you won’t cheat on me?”
“Correct.”
“Why is that?”
Ray sighed once more, an almost comic exhalation.
She needs to hear you say it, he thought to himself.
“I love you more than I love your mother. I want to be with you more than her.”
Kim clambered up on top of him, bringing her face close to his. She kissed him, a sweet, almost chaste kiss.
“That’s the right answer. I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you, baby.”
Before too long, the pair of them had fallen contentedly asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.
6
It was pretty clear that whatever Greg was doing, he was most certainly not camping. He was nowhere near a tent or a fishing rod or a rifle. Nowhere near any of the items you might expect to see in the hands of an aspiring outdoorsman.
Instead, he was in a cheap motel room, not all that far from home, having sex with two girls. Two girls who happened to be sisters. Identical twin sisters.
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