The Story Of Two Mels
Some things are just too hard to swallow, no pun intended. That's what Melanie thought, as she used her keys to let herself into her dad's house. She scanned the living room and what she could see of the kitchen, relieved to find the TV and radio off and no trace of her dad. It was entirely too uncomfortable to be in there with him now.
Because she'd just gotten home from school, Melanie, or Mel the Lesser, as her dad liked to call her, marched off to her room with her backpack half full of books. Melanie decided to put off from doing homework just yet, because she hated algebra and biology. She simply dropped her bag on the floor close to her bed. Just in case her dad came home and found her there alone, she went to shut her door.
Mel shouldn't have been so nervous, but she hadn't lived with her dad for very long. In fact, Mel 2 had been living with her mom, right up until she'd turned eighteen. Her dad had been paying child support for years by then. The moment Mel 2 became an official adult that alimony stopped. Suddenly, her father had five hundred dollars more in expendable income per month. So what does her dad do but move into a bigger place, because now he could afford it. It was a nice place too, with three big bedrooms, and it was a lot closer to Mel's high school that where her mom lived. Since her mom had less money, and a boyfriend that refused to work until the next president went into office, it made sense for Mel the Lesser to move in with her dad.
Her sister Melissa, who was two years older than her, had moved in also. She was a blonde, just like Melanie, but she had one of those figures that guys can't help but look at. Melissa the Greater probably wasn't going to live there long, as she'd been applying for grants to out of state colleges and taking test after test of entrance exams. The reason Mel 1 had abandoned their mother's house was the same as why Mel 2 wanted to get out; there was just too much drama there, and in that neighborhood in general.
Mel 2 got along fairly well with her sister, but she was insanely jealous of her older sister's figure. Melissa could throw on anything she wanted to and look good. She could even wrap herself in garbage bags and she'd still be gorgeous. And here was Melanie, with breasts that were too small and hips that were too big, looking like a hippo next to a starlet whenever she stood by her sister. Oh, how she hated that! Melissa always got the best looking guys, too, while Melanie got the assholes who wanted to hump for five minutes before they went to smoke weed and play video games.
Still, it was a good change for both siblings to move in with their dad. Melissa could study for her tests and hang out as late as she wanted to. Melanie could do her homework without having to listen to a racket from her mom, her mom's boyfriend and her lousy neighbors. It was even strange sometimes, for her to kick back in her room nowadays, with either straight silence or her dad's soft jazz playing from the living room.
Her dad made decent money. He'd worked at some place by the airport for something like sixteen years by then. Melanie knew her father had paid nine hundred dollars a month in alimony, up until her older sister turned eighteen. He still paid five hundred for her for a couple of years, but now he didn't pay anything. Because the divorce had been so bad for him, her father had never remarried. Mel heard that he dated women occasionally, and maybe he had a girlfriend or two sometimes, but he wasn't in any hurry to get serious with anybody.
Mel's jealous mother said she should have gotten more money than she did, but Mel thought she'd gotten enough. Whatever judge had ruled over their case had pretty much reamed her dad. Most of her parents' savings had gone to her mother, plus most of their belongings. Her father had to pay off the credit cards all on his own, and on top of that he had nine hundred bucks a month being sucked out of his bank account each and every month. Still, her dad had weathered through all that. Whenever some woman even hinted that she was trying to get closer to his wallet than she was to his heart, her dad would basically kick that bitch to the curb and keep going.
He wasn't bad looking either, if Mel looked at him like any other guy and not like her dad. He was fit, sort of handsome if she hadn't been looking at him most of her life, and he dressed well. He drove an Infinity that never gave him trouble, while her mom drove a Honda that had parts of three or four of those cars put together. Mel could never figure out why her parents had split up. Her mom didn't even know how to catch a bus, let alone manage her life well. Mel thought of all the setbacks heaped on her dad's head by the court people. He'd weathered through them and after half a dozen years he'd come out on top. Whatever, she decided; her parents' divorce was old news and not her problem.
What was her problem started up a couple of weeks after she and her older sister moved in. Mel 1 would walk around the house in a normal top and normal shorts, no big deal, but still she was pretty enough to draw attention to herself. Mel 2 would fume at her sister's body because it was so perfect, while hers was a disaster. Maybe it was because she always compared her body to her older sister's that she initially noticed when her dad started looking at Mel the Greater. These were quick glances at first, but as time went by they became lingering gazes. More than once, Mel's father would look at her older sister's butt, then turn and see that Mel was looking at him. He'd turn his head away quickly because he knew he'd been caught.
Her older sister noticed his stares, too. Mel remembered when her sister had come into her room one day. Dad's been looking at me a lot lately, she said. No shit, Mel told her, anybody can figure that out! Well, what do you think I should do about it? Her sister asked her.
Mel didn't understand what she meant by that question, and so her sister had spelled things out for her. Dad had no girlfriend and he had a lot of money now. Maybe if she wore some tighter shirts and shorts, her dad would take the two girls out to the movies, or out to the mall or other places like that. Mel 2 didn't know what to say. Melissa, on the other hand, did exactly what she'd hinted at. She wore smaller shorts so she could show off her legs, and she didn't wear a bra under her shirt so her nipples would stick out like little laser beams.
Oh, daddy, they're showing this new movie over at the mall, and why don't you take the two of us out, Mel 1 would ask. If we went by ourselves, we'd have all those pesky guys bugging us and then we won't enjoy the movie at all. Here, daddy, will you look on my phone so we can see the show times? And the older girl would stand real close to her dad, with her nipples poking out of her shirt and her shorts running up the crack of her ass while she held the phone up between them. Obvious suck-up was obvious, but her little ploy worked. Nine times out of ten, her dad would say yes and off they went to the movies. Her dad would buy them nachos, popcorn, candy, drinks and whatever else Mel the Greater asked for. It was ridiculous, but it didn't seem to bother either of them.
Then her older sister started getting closer to their dad. Maybe it was an accident at first or maybe not. Mel couldn't figure that part out. Her sister started sitting next to their father all the time. She might have leaned her head closer to him every so often, and then it seemed as if she always had hear head leaning on his shoulder. Her dad had a habit of stretching out his arms along the backrests at the movie theater. And then wow, what a coincidence. Every time, his arm ended up around her older sister's shoulders.
Somebody was seducing somebody, Mel figured, but she couldn't tell who was doing it to who. They both smiled and laughed at each other a lot, and they were both pushing each other with their elbows. It sort of matured to a point where they were acting less like dad and daughter and more like boyfriend and girlfriend. Mel had front row seats to all of that weirdness.
