Amelia held her right hand tightly to the hat she wore on her head. The wind on the coast was far worse than further inland, but that was alright. It tousled her hair playfully and slapped the hem of her dress around her ankles. Her newly manicured toenails were buried in the cool sand. As the wind blew, the silver necklace jingled.
It was getting chilly, the sun already beginning to sink beneath the horizon. The sky to her back turned dark blue, almost black, while the sky in front of her danced a vast array of the color spectrum. It was truly a magnificent sight, and the waves crashing on the shore only added to it. The white foam seemed to fizzle on the cool sand, hugging the shoreline closely before slinking back into the depth of the ocean.
Still holding the hat to her head, Amelia turned slightly to look over her shoulder. Deniz, her father-turned-lover, was standing a few yards back. There was a serene look of content on his face as he watched Amelia. A blush spread across Amelia's cheeks and she smiled toward her father. Deniz walked towards his daughter and extended his hand. Amelia accepted it and together they walked toward the parking lot.
Amelia was older now. At 24, she had already been to college on a swimming scholarship, much to her father's protests. Till she left for college, things around home hadn't changed much. Amelia agreed with her father that it was pointless to have a boyfriend when they had each other; her father was all the man she needed. Nearing the time of her departure, Amelia had it set in her mind that what they were doing was wrong even though it felt so right. Amelia loved her father, but knew she wasn't "in love" with him. She had it set in her mind that going away to college was a good thing for the both of them. Amelia wanted to experience a different kind of life away from her father and their incestuous ways.
A secret Amelia never voiced to her father was that she wanted to be with other men, experience different styles of sex. Sure, Amelia and her father would try new things but it just didn't feel the same than having a different partner. Amelia wanted another man, a boyfriend, someone she could kiss in public. The "situation" with her father felt more like they were walking on glass. They just had to be very careful all the time.
When Amelia finally went off to college, she met a guy named Ian. They became good friends, and eventually became lovers. Ian was a magnificent lover, like her father, but in so many different ways. During a party at Ian's apartment off-campus, Amelia admitted that she had a sexual relationship with her father. Ian laughed and downed his whiskey. He admitted to Amelia that he had slept with his sister and his cousin. They drank, laughed and talked about their incestuous relationships, which got them "hot and bothered." The night ended in a drunken sexual frenzy.
Thinking back on it now, Amelia liked sex with Ian better than her father, even if they were both great. Ian had proposed to Amelia, and she had said yes. Amelia wanted to live this kind of life, not a life with her father. Once she did research on incest. She found real stories, which were nothing like the stories she read on an erotica website she found. Things could just end up so twisted. Amelia didn't want that.
"Are we ready for some food now?" Deniz asked. He placed his hand on Amelia's large tummy, bringing her mind back to the present. She placed her hand upon her father's and smiled. "Yes, we are starving!"
The lamp lights at the perimeter of the parking lot cast shadows of what Amelia liked to call her "grotesque bulge". She laughed, and watched the light play off the diamond of her wedding ring. It sparkled beautifully, making her smile. Deniz put his arm around his daughter and they walked down the street to the Curry Café that specialized in Indian food. They sat down at a table located near the back of the restaurant. Their table was set next to a wall of glass. On the other side of the glass was the beach. There was only a little bit of color left in the sky now, almost completely swallowed by the dark.
"Ian got me into this sort of food during college. He made me a dish his great grandmother taught him. Ian just loves when he gets the chance to bring out his heritage for other people who don't know much about it. He's so proud of it."
Their waiter took their order of drinks and handed them menus. They looked over the menu, leaving a break in the conversation to study the delicious food that the Curry Café had to offer. "What are you feeling, dad?" Amelia asked.
"I think I might have the Samosa dish. They look tasty. A pastry shell stuffed with goodies... sounds like my kind of food. I'm just trying to decide which kind of chutney I'd like to take along with it. What about you, honey?"
"Ah, I think I might have either the chicken tikka or brown basmati rice with curry beef. Ian has made me both, so I'd like to see whose is better."
"Ian seems like a good guy. It seems he's everything this father could want for his beautiful daughter, aside from himself." He added the last part quietly and chuckled. Their waiter came back with their drinks and asked if they were ready to order. Amelia closed her menu and looked at her father, waiting for his cue. He nodded.
"Alright, I decided I'm going to have the brown basmati rice with curry beef and that man over there will have your Samosa platter with your house chutney." Amelia handed the waiter their menus when he finished writing their orders. He smiled.
"I'll go put this order in. It shouldn't take too long." He smiled and left.
"Wow, you just take charge don't you?" Deniz laughed.
