An Innocent Thanksgiving

Eventually, though, my hard-on couldn’t be ignored. My cock had been twitching with need for ages now, and it felt like my entire body was on fire with wanting. I kissed Maggie a final time and then pulled back, bracing myself as Maggie wrapped her hand around my cock and guided me inside of her.

God, she felt so fucking good. It felt natural for me to do this, for us to join like this. Like this was what we were supposed to be doing with each other. All of our sex had been intense, been pleasurable, but it was starting to feel familiar, and I loved it. We were learning each other’s bodies and it was amazing. Sex with new people was overrated. Sex with people where you loved them and they loved you and you knew and understood each other’s bodies—okay, yeah, I sounded like a sap. Fuckin’ sue me.

Maggie wanted me to speed up now and again but I kept it slow, kept it deep and intense. I wanted to make this last. She was oddly quiet this time, but not in a bad way. I was quiet too. It was like we were joining in something that was too intense for words, too much for sound.

I let out a long, low groan as I came, and I felt Maggie inhale sharply and shudder, clenching around me. We came together, and I had never felt more damn complete or satisfied in my life.

That night, I got to have Maggie in my arms again. It felt just as good as the first time—no, even better. She stayed cuddled up in my arms all night, clinging even in her sleep, like she needed my comfort, my support. I wanted to tell her that I would give it to her always, unconditionally. I was here to stay and I wasn’t giving her up.

It took me a lot longer to fall asleep, while Maggie was out like a light almost immediately. What with all the damn stress, I couldn’t blame her. I wasn’t sure how much I could blame Mark for his anger, but I also wanted to grab him and shake him, to tell him that Maggie was tearing herself apart, and couldn’t he forgive her?

Maggie woke up before me, seeing as she fell asleep before I did, and I groaned when I woke up and realized that she wasn’t in bed anymore. For a moment I wasn’t sure where she was, but then I heard Maggie’s soft voice coming from the bathroom.

I sat up, straining to hear. I didn’t want to eavesdrop but I was also worried. If Mark was being an asshole to her and I couldn’t help defend her…

“We’ll be over soon,” I heard her, and the bathroom door opened as Maggie emerged, hanging up her cell phone.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

Maggie nodded, sitting back down on the bed. “That was my Mom. She called to invite us over for breakfast.”

That didn’t sound right. “Are you sure that she meant both of us?” She probably just meant Maggie.

Maggie nodded. “Apparently Dad’s ready to continue the conversation.”

That… that was a lot sooner than I had expected. I suspected that Violet had done a lot of talking to him. But was Mark really ready to listen to us and be understanding?

We got to their house and I could smell the warm, delicious breakfast scents wafting out from the front door. My stomach rumbled. Dammit.

Fern opened the door for us. “Hi!” She was beaming. “We got pancakes and bacon! I missed you last night.”

“We missed you too,” Maggie promised her daughter. “We just had stuff to take care of. Where’s Grandma?”

“In the kitchen.”

Maggie went to say hi to her mom, hugging her hello. Violet gave me a look. “Mark is out back,” was all she said.

Right. Okay. I could do this.

I left Maggie and Violet in the kitchen and went out to find Mark sitting on the back porch, a cup of coffee in hand. I always used to say that the day that I saw Violet making breakfast, or anything really, in the kitchen and not Mark was the day the apocalypse came.

Guess the apocalypse was here.

“Hey.” I sat down next to him. “Good morning.”

I wasn’t sure how to proceed from here. There wasn’t really much I could say that hadn’t already been said on my part, or on Maggie’s part, last night. Now was my turn to be quiet and listen.

Mark turned to me, and I could see circles under his eyes. “I didn’t really sleep well last night, as you can imagine.”

I nodded.

Mark took a few sips of coffee, staring out across the backyard. “All I could think about was how I’d been lied to. I understand—Maggie was an adult. She’s got a good head on her shoulders. And I trust that when you say it was her… initiation. But that doesn’t change the fact that—you slept with my daughter and you didn’t tell me. For five years, you didn’t tell me.”