Nervous and apprehensive, Kelly turned out to be wide awake and watching television in the downstairs rec room when Cathy came home, not long after midnight.
"How'd it go?" she asked her twin anxiously. "Did you have a good time?"
"Uh-huh," Cathy replied vaguely. "Everything went as you planned."
"What?" asked Kelly, who suddenly blanched. "What do you mean?"
Cathy greatly enjoyed the ashen shook on her twin sister's face. Then she asked, "Kelly, just how long have you been going to bed with Daddy?"
"Oh, dear," Kelly said. "Oh, no. I'm sorry. He didn't--"
"He did," Cathy replied with a dreamy smile. "I tried to stop him at first, but he insisted."
"You really did it?" Kelly asked eagerly. "You went to bed with Daddy?"
"At first I couldn't stop him, and then I didn't want to. I had no idea that sex could be so good! I thought it was something I'd have to do to hold onto a boyfriend. But why didn't you tell me? We're twins. We're supposed to share everything."
"I guess we do now," Kelly replied. "It's been going on since our birthday. I didn't tell you because it's getting dangerous. Mom is beginning to suspect something, and they've been having some awful fights about money.
I've been trying to stop it, but then he kisses me, and then he holds me close, and then he gets my pants off, and there we are in bed again, humping like crazed bunnies. And it's so good, Cathy! But he's not the only one who could go to jail if we get caught."
"I didn't know that," replied Cathy. "He popped my cherry."
"Oh, God! He popped mine, too!" cried Kelly.
"Doesn't he ever make love to Mom anymore?" asked Cathy.
"All they do in bed is sleep," Kelly replied. "Let me tell you how it started."
***
Kelly said: Remember when we turned eighteen last January? We were supposed to go out for pizza, and Mom had one of her "headaches." So we went with Daddy by himself and he just wasn't happy. Remember how he didn't talk, didn't smile, and we just had our pizza and went home?
"Uh--huh," Cathy replied. "It was a terrible night."
Well, when we got home, you kissed him on the cheek and went upstairs. Mom had already gone to bed, and Daddy came down here, poured himself some whiskey, flipped the TV on and stared at it.
I was so sad for him. Daddy looked so miserable that I had to ask him why.
"You're too young to really understand," he said. "I don't want to talk about it."
"Daddy, please," I said. "I'm eighteen now. Maybe I do understand. It's my birthday, and you've been a party pooper all night."
He said, "Oh? I bought you pizza, right? Played music I can't stand on the jukebox, right? Look, I didn't mean to spoil your birthday but things haven't been real good with Mom and me lately, all right? Please leave me alone."
"No, Daddy. It's not fair."
"Fair?" he said. "I'll tell you what's not fair. We've been having some money problems, and right now your mom won't even talk to me, that's what not fair."
Then it all poured out. He must have talked for twenty minutes. I think it was the first time he'd ever said anything about sex to me. He told me about the fights he had with Mom, how the only times she'd give in to him were when she didn't want him pestering her about it anymore. He looked so pathetic, Cathy, I had to hold him. I held his head right to my chest.
"Oh," Cathy said.
He clutched me as though I were a life preserver.
"Nobody's hugged me like this in months," Daddy said.
I rocked him in my arms for a while, and I caressed his hair. He put his arms around me and turned his face close to my tits. I could feel his breath getting hot while we held each other. When I let him go, my hand brushed his crotch. It felt like a rock. I didn't know what that meant, I really didn't. The girls like to talk about hard-ons, but they don't really know.
"Ohh," he said. "Daddy? Are you all right?" I said.
"Jesus, Kelly, I didn't want you to know about that."
"This?" And I gave it a good squeeze. It was like a hard, warm stone. "Does it hurt?"
