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The New Neighborhood Ch. 12: Priest Visit Triggers Catholic Family Fuck Fest
After the gathering to plan Rick's birthday party, I called the Catholic Church.
"Hi, this is Tom Brostwin, I'm calling to speak with Father Mulcahy," I explained to the woman answering the phone.
"May I ask what this is regarding?"
"Sure, I live in a small neighborhood, and two of my neighbors regularly attend your church, and they told me that he was interested in speaking with me," I explained, somewhat annoyed.
"Oh, OK, I'll put you through to him now."
"Hi, this is Father Mulcahy."
"Hi, this is Tom Brostwin, and two of your parishioners, Tory and Kate, told me that you were interested in visiting our neighborhood, and also interested in meeting me."
"Oh,oh, yes. Victoria and Katherine are wonderful young women. So, it's Tom, right. They never actually mentioned your name, just referred to you as the new neighbor."
I was pleasantly surprised to hear that they had not told the priest my name, even in the context of their confessions. "That's right, I'm Tom, and my daughter Heather and I moved here recently. She attends the University with Tory and Kate.
"I was wondering if I could possibly come to visit you next Sunday afternoon?"
"I'm happy to have visitors, but can you give me some idea what you want to discuss," I asked, fearing the idea of getting into a dramatic confrontation with a Catholic Priest.
"I'd rather not discuss the details on the phone, but in general, you have had such a positive impact on those two families, and I think that you might be able to help me," he replied.
"OK Father, I'm not sure how I can help, but I'm happy to talk to you as long as you aren't trying to recruit me for the church," I joked.
"Thank you Tom, and please call me Sean. I'm not coming to visit you in my capacity as a priest."
I was perplexed by his last comment, but agreed to have him stop by the following Sunday afternoon.
In the meantime, I finished up my work for the week on Friday after Rick's Thursday party and I planned to relax. Molly, Trixie and Claire had all gone shopping. There was a knock on the door shortly after I had poured myself a glass of South African Pinotage that I had made two years earlier.
I checked the door cam and saw Tim, Melissa, Tory, Rick and a tall older gentleman who appeared to be in his late 50's.
I laughed at myself for planning to relax, as I walked toward the front hall and opened the door. "Hello everyone, please come in."
"Hi Tom, thanks, and I'd like to introduce you to my father, Pop, or Richard," said Melissa.
"It's nice to meet you, but you don't look old enough to be Melissa's father," I commented while shaking his hand.
"It's nice to meet you too Tom, and I'm just lucky to look young, I'm actually 66," he smiled.
I led them to the living room. "I was just about to have a glass of wine, can I get anything for any of you.
"I'll have wine, as long as it's red. I never had much use for white wines," chuckled Pop.
"Same for me," chimed Tim.
"I'll have some Pinot Grigio," piped up Melissa.
"Let me come help you," suggested Tory.
She and I moved to the kitchen and poured the wine while Tory explained, "Last night they told Rick that Pop is his biological father, and Rick was understanding but also upset and confused. It's also a difficult issue for dad since it highlight's his infertility."
"Thanks for the synopsis. I'm not sure what I can say or do to help, but let's go find out."
We delivered the wine and we all sat on the two facing couches. Everyone had their wine and I raised my glass, "To wonderful neighbors!"
They all smiled and took their first sip.
"To what do I owe the honor of this visit?" I smiled.
Melissa became the spokesperson and basically explained what Tory had already told me.
"Well, most of you have heard this before, but I'll repeat myself for Richard's benefit. I'm not a professional counselor. I have a very simple and pragmatic view of people and their relationships. I won't tell you what to do, I'll simply ask you what you want."
"Thank you Tom," began Melissa. "I'm not really sure who should speak first."
"Well, I'll tell you what I want," interrupted Pop. "I love all four of the people in this family and I want them all to be happy and to get there I think we all need to just accept the cards we've been dealt. I wasn't happy when Marion got sick and then she suggested that I fuck my teenage daughter Melissa. I don't much cotton to masturbation, and when you've got a libido like mine and a 10-inch cock, some regular exercise is required," he chuckled. "I never would have done it if Melissa had been at all hesitant."
"So, did you stop when Marion got better," asked Rick
"We did stop, but once you make love to someone that you truly love, I'm not sure that stopping is possible," replied Pop.
"So the only thing that has really changed is that Rick now knows that Pop is his biological father. Is that right," I asked.
"So, Rick, what do you want?" Asked Tim.
"I'm sorry, I think that I just freaked out a little when I realized that mom is my sister," laughed Rick. "It's actually kind of cool," he smirked.
"What do you want Tim," asked Melissa.
"I want everyone to know that I wasn't in the dark on this. I knew that Pop and Melissa were fucking before I married her. And I knew that they continued afterward. They were careful so that Pop didn't get her pregnant. But when my sperm count dropped and it looked like we wouldn't have a second child, I was the one to suggest that Pop be the father."
"He's right, you know," said Pop. "In my book Tim is the hero in this story."
"One thing that you might not know about me is that I do enjoy having a Hot Wife and Hot Daughter. I mean, that I enjoy watching them have sex as much as I enjoy fucking them," explained Tim.
