(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.)
(An additional note. We're at the epilogue, which means that these stories aren't so self-contained anymore. I will be giving endings for the characters that appeared throughout this tale across four epilogues. In this second epilogue, I'm covering the fate of the Calvorson's. So, this epilogue the characters from Chapters 2, 5, and 4, in that order. So, if you're looking to see the endings for Dale and the wicked carolers, Colin and the gold digger Rachel, or Connor, his grandmother Polly, and his mother Penelope, proceed onwards. And finally, in terms of themes, although this epilogue is posted in the 'Reluctance' category, some of it features characters from a chapter that centered on INCEST. And because part of this epilogue examines their fate after said act, don't be surprised to see a bit more INCEST in this chapter as well...)
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(Chapter 12)
(Epilogue 2)
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For some, like old Bruce, the changes that were emanating from this evolved version of Christmas encouraged their already existing bad behavior, strengthening their place on the naughty list for good. But for some, the events of the previous Christmas were the beginning of something, the beginning of their descent towards the naughty. For some, who'd lived their life on the nice list for so long, this caused major upheaval. And if you want to see an example of how this new Christmas can completely upend people's lives and completely change the trajectory of not only one destiny, but many destinies, all you have to do is look at the Calvorsons.
Dale Calvorson tried his best to make up for the huge mistake he'd made last Christmas. He'd always been a loyal, truthful, honest type of guy, so he was still in disbelief that he'd actually done what he'd done. He'd cheated on his wife! He'd betrayed their marriage! And it wasn't like he'd fallen for someone, caught feelings for her, and slowly fallen in love with her. There was nothing emotional about it. No, two gorgeous teasing young minxes showed up at his mother's house while everyone else was out, and he'd fucked them both. He could still barely understand how it had happened.
It all just went so fast. One minute, those girls were standing in front of him, singing in the cold. The next, he was up in his old bedroom, having sex with the both of them! How did things go so far? He remembered how they looked so stunningly gorgeous in their winter wear, their good looks standing out in the cold, as did their perfect bodies. They were singing with their pretty, sexy voices. Then, they changed the words in the Christmas songs they were singing, warping them to fit their needs. Then, they got closer and closer, too close for comfort, close enough for their words to affect him. Close enough for them to flash their massive breasts at him, weakening his defenses. They closed in around him before he knew it, and by the time he regathered himself, it was too late. He had fucked both of these evil little minxes, and they had video evidence of the indecent act. They had him by the balls, and because of that, they'd extorted money out of him, both for themselves and the Church who sent them. It was only then that they left, leaving their numbers behind in case he wanted to make contact again.
Obviously, he would never be doing that. It was insane for them to even think he would do so. He wasn't a foolish man. What he'd done with them... it was an aberration. A weak moment. Nothing more. He would not be making the same mistake again.
Dale gave no outward sign of his inner conflict. He carried on as if all was normal, and since he wasn't exactly an emotive individual, no one suspected that anything was off. He carried on as if all was normal, and for the most part it was. He did his best to push the memories of that day away, trying not to dwell on it and drive himself crazy. But sometimes, late in the evening when he was tired and worn down, at home with his wife, another night in the doldrums of his dull domestic existence, his attention would be drawn elsewhere, images from that fateful morning flashing across his mind's eye. The things those girls did... the things they said... their faces... their bodies. Their perfect asses... their massive breasts. In these moments, despite his anguish, his cock would lurch in his pants, and the events of that day would just for a minute not seem so bad. And for a split second, he would almost consider calling them up, the thought of reliving that day too tempting to resist. But then Dale would catch himself, stamping these thoughts down, refocusing on the task at hand, reminding himself that no matter how pleasurable that all seemed in the moment, it was not worth all this guilt.
He recommitted himself to his family, hoping to make up for the betrayal he had taken part of. He tried to push himself out of his comfort zone and do things that his wife and daughter would enjoy. Dale wasn't known to be the most gregarious guy in the world, so being forced to be a bit more outgoing was a good thing. He typically didn't have a lot of patience for things that he wasn't super interested in, so it took a bit of effort for him, but considering what he'd done, he knew he had to try.
With his wife Paula, he volunteered to go along with her to this big crafting convention she'd always wanted to go to. He'd always begged off or found some reason to say no. But he tagged along, pretending to be interested, and despite his earlier protests to it, he actually ended up having a good time, gaining some knowledge he knew he'd never use but was nonetheless somewhat interesting.
With his daughter Tricia, it took a bit more work. Their relationship had been a bit more fraught than it used to be, as she had grown up and gotten a little more difficult. Sure, she didn't have the best time with school and fitting in with her peers, he understood that. And she blamed a lot of that on Dale's cheapness and not giving her the childhood she could have had. And to be honest, it was probably fair. He'd devoted his time his and his funds into growing his business and making it even better, and his family at times may have taken a backseat. Considering that he'd rewarded the two sluts who'd made his daughter's teenage life hell by giving them more money in one go than he'd ever given to Tricia... he realized he had a debt to pay.
So, he made a special trip up to visit his daughter at her college. As not to embarrass her by just showing up, he called her and let her know he was coming. They met for lunch, and there he talked to her like the adult she was now. For the first time, he opened up, admitted to his failings with Tricia. Not all his failings, of course. He was taking the Lucy and Kenzie thing to his grave if he could. But, he admitted he hadn't always done the best job with her, but he thought he was doing his best at the time. It was an emotional lunch. Tricia, normally sour and combative, actually cried, and he did too. At the end, he cut her a sizable check, telling her to have fun, but not too much fun, and hopefully they could have a new beginning. She was very happy with this gesture, beyond just the monetary gain, and strangely enough, they were in a better place now than they were before his Christmas mistake.
