I was stunned. There was no other word for it. After watching my father and sister making love—fucking right in front of me—I could barely comprehend what I has seen. You have to understand that I was an innocent 18 year old. I didn't know much about sex. Oh, there was some vague sex education at school, and my mates and I all talked about fucking as if we knew what it was all about. But really, I had no idea. None of us did. So to see the act itself being performed in front of me… it was a bit of a shock. I had to decide what I was going to do… what was I going to say to Sharon and to Dad. But I decided the best course of action would be to say… nothing.
And that is what I did. I didn't say anything to them. When I went into the house minutes later, they were dressed and talking as if nothing had happened. And that is how it stayed. We had a meal, and talked about our days, and nothing was said. I watched them throughout the course of the evening, and they didn't seem to act any different from how they had always been. It was unnerving to watch them. But I thought, if they've been doing this for awhile now, then they must have become used to acting as if nothing is going on.
For the next few weeks, the summer continued, with scorching weather, and plenty of days down at the creek. I tried to put what I had seen out of my mind, and I succeeded—mostly. But every so often, I could see Dad thrusting himself into Sharon's willing pussy, and I would be momentarily transfixed. But then I would shake myself back to reality. I had no idea if they were continuing with their love making, but I can only assume that they were.
One day, a few weeks later, Sharon had the day off. Dad was at work. And I had slept in until midday. Which wasn't that unusual for me during summer. Eventually, I dragged myself out of bed, and hunted around for some trackpants to wear. I didn't bother with a t-shirt, because the weather was very warm. And I wandered through to the kitchen to get a drink of water. Sharon was there, finishing off some dishes. She was dressed in a light cotton dress, and when I saw her, I was momentarily reminded that I had seen her naked—her body could be seen through the shimmering fabric of the dress. But I put that thought out of my mind.
"Hey, sleepyhead. Thought you'd get up and join the land of the living did you," she said, smiling at me.
"Yeah, I thought I probably should," I mumbled back. I got a coffee cup from the cupboard and filled it from the tap. As I turned away, I thought I saw Sharon give me a strange look, but I decided that I was seeing things.
I went and sat at the table, and Sharon came and sat next to me with a pile of towels that she started to fold. We sat for a little while, neither of us speaking.
"How old are you now?" asked Sharon suddenly.
"Eighteen," I said.
There was a pause. "Have you got a girlfriend?" she asked, which took me by surprise. Sharon had never paid any attention to whether I had a girlfriend or not before.
"No," I said, "I don't. Why?"
"Just wondering." Another pause. Then: "would you like one?"
Unsure as to what was going on, I said "yeah, I guess. What is all this?"
Sharon ignored my question. "You'd be a good boyfriend if you did have a girlfriend—you'd treat a woman right."
