“Wait!” I yell.
“Geez, woman! What?”
“Did you remove the giblets?” I ask.
“Oh no.” His mom steps forward.
“The what?” he asks.
“The giblets? Are you just making up words now?” he laughs.
“Honey, the giblets is the bag that’s placed inside the carcass of the turkey. You take the bag out before cooking and usually use it to make the gravy.”
“Still no clue what you’re talking about, the internet gave me these instructions, I’m pretty sure that if this imaginary bag you guys are talking about was in there, that they would have told me to take it out.” He shakes his head.
“Oh boy, you shouldn’t believe everything that you read on the internet,” Denise quips.
“Oh no, he cooked the giblets.” Maddie whispers.
“The giblets are the heart, liver, and gizzard, sometimes the neck. Oh no, we need to see if it was a plastic or paper bag.”
“A gizzard? What the hell type of language are you guys speaking?” He sets the knives down and looks at us with confusion.
“Is there a party in here that I wasn’t invited to?” Dean’s dad asks.
“Your son left in the giblets.” His mom replies.
His dad looks at him sympathetically then turns to his daughter who is now standing beside him.
“Take no chances, we’re ordering Chinese.”
“Come on dad, I’m sure everything will be fine.”
“Son, do you not hear these ladies, it smells like you took a torch to a plastic bottle in here. Denise, Chinese.”
“I’m sure that I can salvage the bird. We can just cut around this giblet thing.”
“That’s not how this works, Dean, I’m going to need you to step away from the bird. Denise, please take the bird out with whatever trash is in the receptacle.”
“But what about all the other food?” Dean asks, looking around the room. “I’m sure we don’t need to order Chinese, we can just eat the sides, right?”
“I haven’t finished all the sides, I was waiting for the turkey. It’s okay, we can pick at the sides all week, and go grab some turkey or chicken tomorrow to make thanksgiving sandwiches.” I tell him.
“Did I ruin thanksgiving?” he asks.
“Well, the bird is ruined.” I reply.
“Yeah, Thanksgiving isn’t ruined.” Maddie says with a smile.
“That’s very true. It’s about the people that you spend it with. You know, like your family. Both blood and chosen,” his mom smiles.
Chapter Eleven
Dean
My lips whisper across her skin as I make my way up her body.
“I need more,” she says in a satisfied breath.
My cock throbs with the need to be situated inside her warmth, the light friction from the blanket as I rutted against it while my tongue explored her silky folds, as she grabbed my hair and pulled when she came.
She squirms underneath my touch as I hover over her. The crown of my cock nudges her entrance, I put all my weight on one arm and fist my cock, holding it and with a light thrust of my hips, I insert my tip in, wet it, then pull back out.
She groans at the loss, but hisses once I do the same move. A moan of pure bliss escapes her lips as I push all the way into her welcoming warmth. I lower myself down and take her lips with mine as our bodies move perfectly together. She wraps her legs around my back and with the heel of her feet, she guides me as I bury my cock to the hilt.
I slow my movements and hold myself over her to watch her. I move the hair off of her face, causing her to open her eyes. With my hips pulling out and pushing back in slowly, I can feel every inch of her. I know when I angle myself in just the right way, it makes her delirious and on the brink of full pleasure. I want to watch her come, I want to watch the ecstasy fill her body and I want to forever be the person to make her feel this way.
A rushing current passes through my body as Kaley clings to me.
“D-D-dean! I’m coming.” She calls out while her body melts into mine.
I don’t think that I can hold back anymore, and once I feel her pussy contract around my shaft, I let go and my orgasm erupts.
We’re both sated and out of breath. I lower myself and kiss her, long and hard. I devour her and pull back a moment later, with us both breathless.
I remove myself from her body and fall beside her on the bed.
We lay beside one another in silence with the moonlight from the drapes creeping into the bedroom.
“Have you ever thought about how weird the alphabet is?” I ask, rolling my head in her direction.
She laughs. “Um, no.”
“Think about it, what’s the point of the letter C and the letter K. They both basically have the same sounds. Then sometimes the letter C sounds like the letter S.”
“Do you think about this often?” she questions.
“I do.” I nod.
“Let’s go a little further. Think about the word road. If you say it by sounding it out, it should be Roe-add, but no. English is funny like that and we say road.”
“Woman, you are blowing my mind.”
“I heard that the true testament of a relationship is the moments that happen after sex,” she grins.
“Oh yeah? And what do our moments after sex imply to you?”
“That we have some damn sweet pillow-talk.”
Epilogue
2 years Later
Kaley
The relationship with my parents hasn’t improved since the night they left my apartment after they disowned me. Although my sister was the one who told them about the little white lie that I pulled Dean into, my relationship with her has never been better.
I became my little sister’s confidant. She called me, emailed me, and even came to see me a few times.
She worked her tail off in school and did exactly what I suggested that she do. Then when our parents presented her acceptance letter into the school they applied for on her behalf, she gave them the news that she was accepted to U of Seattle along with a few other colleges.
Dean and I showed up that night and brought her home with us, and she hasn’t looked back.
She’s now about to start her second semester as a freshman with the intention to major in child psychology and I couldn’t be prouder of her, of us.
After Dean and I graduated and I got a job at the college. I started working for the athletic department. Dean took a job with the City of Seattle, and is planning on working his way up to become a city manager while working on his Masters. He had scouts for the NFL trying to get him into the draft, but he passed on the chance since he didn’t want his life to be all about sports.
We didn’t stay in the apartment that my parents were paying for long after the Thanksgiving that we never speak of.
Once the holidays were over, we rented a simple one bedroom for about a year. And I got a job working in a long-term care facility creating nutritional programs for the residents. After a year of renting, Dean’s parents surprised us with putting a down payment on a home for us, and that’s where we currently live with my little sister renting a bedroom from us.
Our relationship has been perfect. I learned along the way that I purposely didn’t date once Dean moved in, because part of me was pining for him. Hoping that he would see me how I saw him. Which ultimately, he admitted that he had from the get-go. It only took my crazy idea to make our innermost wants into a reality.
I’m sitting at the window seat in our living room watching the rain fall when Dean takes a seat across from me.
“What’s going on?” he asks.
“Just checking out the world.” I tell him.
“Anything interesting happening out there?”
“Just that we probably need to get new rain gutters soon.” I look to him.
“I’ll look into it. Maybe someone will have some Black Friday sale or something tomorrow.”
“When are your parents getting here
?” I ask.
“They’ll be here in about an hour.” He tells me.
I love his parents. When Denise and I lived together, they had ordered us a meal kit that would come to our house. After our first Thanksgiving together, they bought Dean and I, for Christmas, cooking classes for six weeks. I’m assuming poking fun at Dean, but we really learned a lot from the classes.
We took last year off of Thanksgiving and went to his parents’ house, but this year we are attempting to give hosting the holiday another go. Dean woke me up in what felt like the middle of the night when he prepped the turkey and put it in the oven. All so, I could see that he took out the bag of gizzards this time.
Everyone arrives at the same time, clogging up the entryway into our home. Chatter about the last Thanksgiving, laughter, and plenty of hugs fills the house along with the delicious aroma of Turkey.
I’m sitting with Maddie and Denise when there’s a knock on our door. I look over to Dean, who stands up from the couch.
“Did you invite anyone from work?” I ask.
“Not that I can remember. Denise, your boyfriend couldn’t come, right?” he asks with her shaking her head.
He opens the door and then a moment later, he looks at me.
“Kaley, Mads, I think it’s for you.” He steps away and my parents walk in cautiously.
They look around, noticing the small gathering that we have going. We’re a small group, but a cheerful group.
My sister and I both stand up and grab one another’s hands at the sight of them.
“Oh, hello there.” Dean’s mom stands up, ready to be the welcoming party for our new guests as she steps forward.
I see Dean, standing just behind my parents, giving her the sign to not move any further. She stops, then turns her head to look over at Maddie and me.
“Maybe you guys should, go and talk in the other room? You know, for privacy?” Dean says shutting the door.
My dad looks back at him and smiles.
Maddie and I step forward and lead the way with our parents trailing behind us to our enclosed patio in the backyard.
I motion for them to take a seat at the small table as we sit across from them on the patio couch.
“Madison. Kaley. You both look well and healthy.” Dad says.
We say nothing. They both look horrible. There are bags under their eyes and it looks like they’ve aged poorly in the past few years.
They look around the space.
“Your home is quite nice.” My mother says. “I like it a lot better than the apartment that you were living in.”
“Thank you. I have family to get back to. You made it perfectly clear that you wanted nothing to do with me the last time you were here. What are you guys doing here?” I ask.
“We made a monumental mistake, and we came here to make amends and to apologize, please just give us a little of your time, then we will leave.” Dad says.
“What’s changed your mind?” I ask.
“We lost both of our daughters and after speaking with our spiritual advisors, we know that we have done wrong by the both of you.”
“Keep talking,” Maddie eggs on while I elbow her. “What? You know that you want to hear it too.”
“We need to tell you girls all of this.” Dad replies.
“Why?” I ask, crossing my arms.
“Because we are now in a program that is trying to help us get out of this mindset.”
“You mean the brainwashing?” Maddie asks.
“That’s one term, yes.” Dad nods. “You see, we are now in therapy for both our marriage and our beliefs. We have seen that our beliefs have impacted both our relationship together and our relationship with our children. We are sorry about that.”
“What about you, mom? Are you sorry that you never spoke up, even though it was clear that you did not agree with him? That you watched the both of us struggle to have our own lives under your roof? Are you sorry that your choice to stay quiet, despite knowing that it was wrong, ultimately ended up with both of your children defecting from your home?” I ask.
“We understand that you have a lot of anger towards us,” dad begins, but I hold up my hand.
“No, I want to hear from mom. She too has a voice. A voice that you’ve silenced.” I say with an even tone.
“I didn’t speak up, because that was not how it worked. There is an understanding that wives follow the direction of their husbands. He was the decision maker, and what your father would decide, is ultimately the law.”
“But is it? Did you two ever discuss any of the situations?” Maddie asks.
“No, no, we didn’t dear. But that is something that we’re working on in our therapy sessions. I’m learning to be vocal in our marriage.” Mom replies.
After an hour of discussion, our parents laid everything out on the table. Maddie and I listened without interrupting them. They are seeking a change in their lives, and that includes not relying as heavily on the religious and conservative aspects in their every day. I can see the remorse and I can hear it as well when they speak.
What do I do in this situation?
My mind is torn, but ultimately, I decide to be forgiving. After all, this is Thanksgiving and maybe the change that they’re working on will stick.
I look over at Maddie and smile.
Our parents are sitting across from us, with hope in their gazes.
“To some people, Thanksgiving means different things. I have learned over the past few years that Thanksgiving is a time that you share with loved ones. Sure, celebrating and giving thanks only one day a year seems dumb, because that should be every day. But it’s a period that I want to give sincere thanks, gratitude, and to reconnect with those you do not see regularly. While I may not be as you both are in the conservative aspect, I do give thanks for the many blessings that I’ve received in my life. Despite our tumultuous relationship, I’ve always given thanks to the both of you as you gave me life, you gave me a sister, and even though you did not agree with them, you gave me opportunity. This would be out first Thanksgiving in our new home. We celebrate with family and our chosen family. I would be honored if we could work towards a better tomorrow, and you would join us tonight.”
My mother's chin starts to tremble as her eyes fill with tears that were begging to shed. She nods her head excitedly.
“I think that we would love that,” she replies.
That’s a first. Our father was always the one to speak for the both of them.
I stand up, offer my hand to Maddie who stood silently beside me. I look over at her. “Is that okay with you, Mads? This is your home too.”
“I think it’s a great idea.” She squeezes my hand.
“Thank you,” dad says, standing. “I cannot express my gratefulness for your welcoming, both of you welcoming us into your home.”
“Dad, we simply held a different way at looking at our futures. A disagreement in how we wanted to live. We didn’t ever not love the both of you.” Maddie explains.
“And for that, let’s give thanks today.”
“To reconnecting.” I say. “Maddie, we need to set two more table settings on the table.”
Once we return to the living room, Dean is standing with his father in the room's corner close to the television. They’re discussing something about the football game on.
“Hey everyone,” I say as we walk back into the main part of the house. “I want to introduce our parents to you. Mom and Dad, this is Dean’s parents and you know Denise.”
Dean smiles and steps forward.
“Good to see you again, sir. Can I take your jacket?”
Maddie
My sister and I were friendly toward one another, but with the age difference, along with the fact that she didn’t live anywhere near home—we weren’t the closest when I was a teenager. But I held some resentment towards her, because she did what I was afraid to do.
I never hated my parents. Like my sister said, we just had a different view on what
our futures should look like. But I’m thankful for my sister and Dean, for taking me under their wing. Even after I shared their secret with our parents.
As soon as I let their little white lie come out of my mouth, I felt regret in an instant, but there was no turning back as far as my parents were concerned.
We left Seattle and went back home, where the tone was set immediately in the footprints of their plan for my future to go into seminary. They weren’t happy when I told them that I was going back to Seattle to spend the holiday with Kaley and Dean, but I told them as I was leaving for the airport.
I know, sneaky of me.
I worked my ass off and my parents saw that, but they weren’t aware that I had myself a plan. The day that the news came about my acceptance into the seminary school that my parents applied on my behalf for came in, I showed them the acceptance letter to three of the colleges that I applied for without their knowledge.
They were void of emotion. They said that I was following in the sinful path of my sister and that, like her, they would cut me off.
I didn’t need them though, and that was what was a shock to them.
I had the support of my sister and her boyfriend. I had the support of the same guidance counselor who helped Kaley. And I had the support of the few friends that I had confided in and their families.
The cycle was happening to my parents all over again, and I think that’s the straw that broke the camel's back.
I booked a one-way ticket to Seattle, packed up what little that I had and didn’t look back.
But my parents did.
I’m setting up the two additional table settings when Dean comes to my side.
“Are you okay?” he asks sincerely.
“Yeah, I think this might be a new chapter, a new beginning.” I look to him.
I admit that when I first met Dean, I crushed on him. But the crush turned into admiration for his dedication to playing football and to my sister. He’s now a confidant and part of my chosen family.
“Let me know if anything gets too much. Let’s code word if you need me to interject, yeah?”
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