Pt.1
The years flew by
Time had been kind to Hilary, but the difference in age between David at 55 and his mother and wife at 75, was evident. David never treated her any different from the first time he declared his love for her, and their subsequent incestuous relationship, some three decades ago. But he sensed his mother's despondency as she gradually distanced herself from him. David understood what Hilary was going through. He showered her with unflinching love and devotion, even though they did not engage in physical intimacy anymore.
The children had moved out eventually. Their neighbors around the vicinity of the little cottage left them alone. They never intruded into the daily life of the man and his much older wife. Occasionally, the kids paid them visits and stayed for a few days.
Their eldest and only daughter, Anne, 32 was stationed with her husband, an Air Force fighter pilot at his base.
Their two sons, Jay and Arnie, were bachelors and working on the West coast.
The stroke and heart failure that claimed Hilary's life was sudden and devastating. At 77, she was in frail health. That fateful morning, David tried to wake her but realized that she had left him, forever.
The small congregation of family and neighbors buried her up the gentle slopes of the cemetery overlooking the little cottage. Folks spoke in low tones about the loving couple who had lived amongst them all those years.
When they were alone, after the funeral, the boys wanted their father to follow them out West. They persuaded David to sell the cottage. It would fetch a small fortune.
But his daughter, Anne, was adamantly against the suggestion. She argued passionately that David and their late mother had lived in the area and they were all born and brought up there. Furthermore, what about their father's realty business?
Anne said she loved the cottage. It held so much memories and she hoped one day to settle and call it home.
David turned to face his daughter. She looked so much like her mother. The same delicate features, the lovely smile...it was almost like Hilary who sat before him.
David was stunned by the effect that Anne had on him, even in the aftermath of losing the only woman in his life. He did not see it coming. Anne had always been his little girl. He closed his eyes momentarily and asked himself, when did she grew up to be this woman.
"I agree with Anne," David declared. "I can never sell this house. My life is here; your mother's memory will always be here. Thanks boys for your considerate offer but no thanks."
The family came to the consensus that David stayed at the cottage. Two days after the funeral, the children took their leave and headed home.
"Are you ok, Dad?" Anne asked her father.
"I'll be fine, love. Take care of yourself and send my regards to Jim," he held her tightly and kissed her cheeks.
He felt his eyes misting as he bade his children farewell.
Pt. 2
14 Months later:
Anne had been staying at the cottage since her husband's fighter jet was brought down over enemy territory in Afghanistan. The Air Force notified her that he was missing in action.
The following days were just waiting and hoping, but there were no further news.
Three weeks after the crash, the Air Force personnel appeared at the doorsteps of the cottage. He delivered the fateful news that confirmed her husband's demise.
It caused Anne great anxiety and uncertainty. She had not confined to David that she was pregnant just before her husband was deployed to the war zone. She was inconsolable in her moment of grief.
She had married late, at the age of 30. At 32, she was going to be a mother in nine months time.
Their marriage had been tumultuous to put it mildly. Jim had swept her off her feet when they met at a party. But being a top gun, he had roving eyes. For almost six months, before his posting to Afghanistan, there was no physical contact between them. Anne had regretted marrying him. She wanted to ask for a separation but the news of his deployment stopped her from doing so.
On the night before he left, he was with fellow pilots and had more than his share of drinks.
Coming home, he wanted to take her to bed. When she rejected him, Jim pulled her and forced himself on her. The night ended with him mounted on her back, forcing her face down on their bed.
"Bitch, you think you are too good for me," he snarled as he forced himself deep inside her. "God, you are tight," he continued, as he came continuously deep in her womb.
Anne felt dirty, as he emptied himself inside her. He had changed into a monster from the person she fell in love with. She felt raped by the time he got off her back and slumped into oblivion beside her.
She pulled the bedspread and covered herself. She folded into a fetal state, as her husband's cum seeped out and wet the mattress where her buttocks laid.
The next morning, she got up late to see a note on the dressing table.
"Sorry for last night. I was drunk. See you when I get back. Love you." That was the last thing he left her, and now he was gone, forever.
David took charge and nurtured his daughter back to normalcy. He helped her pack and moved to the cottage. He showered her with all the love a father could give.
Anne had told him about her pregnancy after the Jim's official funeral by the Air Force.
David also had to be a mother to Anne, telling her to take care of her unborn child, his grandchild. The bond between father and daughter was very personal.
One day, about 3 months after being widowed, they were walking leisurely along the country path near the cottage when David said to Anne, "I'll be both father and grandfather to your baby".
Anne was caught in a moment of closeness and love for her father. She knew she would not have made it without his undivided love and care during her days of despondency.
Anne stopped and hugged him tightly; almost afraid she would lose him. She gazed up and saw his gentle eyes looking into hers. She wrapped her arms round his neck and pulled him close. Their lips met, in a soft and fleeting kiss.
Everything around seemed to be in limbo when they kissed. David held her closer and tighter. Their lips parted and there was a feeling of desperation as he entered her mouth.
They parted, both breathing heavily. They continued their walk back to the cottage. Both were silent and felt awkward, almost shy with each other. Nothing was said as they entered the house. He held her hands, kissed them, and both walked towards their own room.
Pt. 3
That night, David was lying in his pajamas. His thoughts raced back to earlier that day when Anne was in his arms. He closed his eyes.
"God forgive me, I love her," his mind was in turmoil.
Her lips were on his, so soft. He felt her tongue tracing his lips. The dream was erotic and he hardened.
He opened his eyes. David felt weak and yielding. Anne was on her knees beside him. She was bent down, looking at him.
"I love you Dad," she said against his lips.
She sat up and stroked his face. He looked at her, and wondered when he was going to wake up from his erotic dream.
She unbuttoned the top of her nightdress and he watched in awe. He saw her naked breasts, her womanly breasts for the first time. They were growing full as her pregnancy progressed, and her nipples puffy, which soon would be lactating.
