Just after midday Mum and Dad came down, he entered the kitchen first, “morning,” I said in my best cheerful voice, “how’s the birthday boy today?”
“Shit,” was the answer. It also described how he looked, years of drunken weekends were taking their toll on him.
“What’s the matter Daddy, didn’t you sleep well?”
He just grunted at me.
“You haven’t been eating carpet again have you?”
“Fuck you,” he snarled, giving me the finger.
“Rich, you know I don’t like that language,” and she punched him in the shoulder to emphasis the point.
“Yeah whatever, just get me a coffee.”
“Of course dear,” she said sweetly, and then sarcastically added, “but only because you said please so nicely.”
All of that was totally lost on him, “Whatever,” was his response as he fell into a chair, and to put the exclamation point to his being uncouth, he sat there scratching his balls.
For the first time Mum’s eyes met mine, she looked embarrassed. Was it because of our kisses, my playing with her breasts, because she knew that I was in the room as they’d had sex, or because Dad was being an arsehole again this morning?
When I thought about it, she probably had a bit to be embarrassed about.
Walking behind Mum to help make the coffee I ran my hand down her hip, she looked at me. I gave her my best smile, to which she gave me a strained, somewhat embarrassed look, and pushed my hand away. She looked as ragged as he did. I guessed that she’d had less sleep than anyone.
I cast my eyes at Dad who was just staring out of the window and said very softly, “you ok?”
She nodded, and then after also looking at him said, “you saw didn’t you?”
I shrugged and nodded, “yes, I saw you and Dad.”
Tears filled her eyes and she turned away embarrassed.
Taking her arm to turn her around, and before I’d had time to think about it said, “I wish it’d been me.”
Fortunately Dad wasn’t looking at us as she punched me hard in the arm, there were more tears in her eyes now, and she was visibly angry. “Don’t ever say that again, the only reason that I gave him sex was because I knew that you hadn’t had time to get out of the room, and if he started an argument or turned on the light he would’ve seen you.”
I looked at Dad and he seemed to have fallen asleep so it was ok to continue this conversation. “Do you mean to tell me that you went off like that when you didn’t actually feel like it, he almost raped you, and you still came?”
Despite the anger in her she looked a bit sheepish, shrugged and moved away to turn on the kettle.
As soon as she was out of striking distance I said, “even more so now I wish it’d been me with you.”
In a flash she was back to being angry, her eyes blazed at me as she mouthed, “NO, stop it.”
Grinning I blew her a kiss, she ignored it turning away as Dad called out, “Mary, what’s happening with that coffee?”
“It’s coming, be patient.”
When she brought it to him, I was deliberately standing in the way, so she pushed me roughly to get through, I thought that she was pissed at me, but when she came back I could see her face and she had the start of a smile on it. She couldn’t stay mad at me for long.
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