by Lexi Duval
I instinctively push Tyler away, and he turns around on the bed, and we all look at each other for several long moments without speaking.
My mother steps forward, her head shaking in disbelief.
“What's going on...you're kissing...I....”
“It's not what it looks like mom,” I blurt out, even though it's exactly what it looks like and probably a lot worse.
“Yes it is.”
Tyler's voice cuts the room in half, and both mine and my mother's eyes meet him in shock..
What is he doing!
“There's no point in denying it, Abby,” he says, turning to me. “We've been caught red handed. The cat's out of the bag.”
“I...I don't understand...”
My mother is still walking forward like a zombie, not knowing what to do with herself or where to look.
“But Abby, he's your brother...”
“I'm not her brother,” cuts in Tyler. “We are adults who can do what we want.”
“Tyler!” I shout. “Don't speak like that.”
“I'm sorry, Sue,” he says. “I'm not trying to be rude and would hate to spoil your special day, but what you've just seen is exactly what it looks like and more. Abby and I have been seeing each other since we met.”
My mom still looks to be having a hard time coming to terms with it. Her face is still so ruffled that she suddenly looks 10 years older with all the extra wrinkles.
“You're seeing each other?”
She directs the question at me, looking for confirmation.
I nod, slowly, and dip my eyes in semi shame.
“We didn't intend on it. We had already met before that night first night here.”
“Met? What do you mean, met?”
“We were at a bar,” Tyler says quickly, cutting in before I can speak and ridding me of the burden of lying. “We both got a bit drunk and ended up... together. And then we met here. I can assure you, Sue, we had no intention of doing anything. But, it just happened. We were spending so much time together here and in the Caribbean and with the wedding that something just developed. I'm going to make no excuses for it, because there don't need to be any.”
He speaks with the confidence of a businessman addressing the board, clinical and to the point and leaving no space for interpretation.
We're together, and that's the way it is.
My mom takes a moment to process everything before speaking again.
“Tyler, would you give me a moment with my daughter. Why don't you go and rejoin your father.”
Tyler looks at me, and I nod, and he departs the room while silently looking back.
“Is that all true, Abs?”
My mom sits beside me on the bed, taking up Tyler's previous position.
“It's true. I...I love him, mom.”
Her face has lost the shock and alarm. Now she's just gone pensive.
“Well, it's not the sort of news I expected on my wedding day...but I guess you can't fight love.”
The slant of a smile hits her lips and she even manages a little laugh. It's enough to break the tension.
“I can't say I'll know how Stephen's going to react, though. Are you going to continue seeing each other?”
“I love him mom.”
“I'll take that as a yes. In that case, I'll keep it quiet from Stephen for now and we can all tell him together when we return from our honeymoon.”
She stands, and takes my hand to usher me up off the bed.
“Now come on, Abby, it's my wedding. Let's try to enjoy ourselves!”
After her initial shock, her reaction is almost completely unexpected. But then, I hadn't even considered how she might react after catching us together like that. Before we reach the end of the corridor and step out into the warm evening air, I stop her and hug her tight.
“I love you, mom. You know that, right?”
She smiles and touches my cheek.
“I love you more.”
And with that she drags me straight to the dance floor and proceeds to embarrass us both in front of everyone.
Chapter Six
For the next two weeks I feel as though a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders, and then gradually redeposited.
With my mom finding out about Tyler and I, and with Tyler's admission that he loves me, I find myself in a perpetual state of delirium for several days.
It's right after the wedding that Stephen and my mother go on their honeymoon, while Tyler and I stay to make sure that the estate is put back in order. It takes a couple of days for everything to return to normal and, once the work is done, we set about enjoying our freedom for a while.
At night, we quickly fall back into our pattern of rabid lust, fucking in every conceivable position and in every area of the house. As night dawns each evening, and all of the staff retreat to their lodgings away from the main mansion, we remove our clothes and don't put them back on again until morning.
We put films on the giant screen in the home cinema, fucking as our favorite movies play in the background. At one point, we spend the night watching porn films, attempting to act out the scenes as they play.
“We're much better than them,” says Tyler with a smile as he tries to manipulate me into some sort of strange wheelbarrow position.
“Babe, I just don't stretch like that,” I tell him, before saying 'screw the film' and then acting our our own little fantasy instead.
After a few days of bliss in the mansion, however, we have to return to reality, and Tyler goes back to work in Manhattan, while I begrudgingly have to settle with spending the rest of the week in my apartment.
By the weekend, we're back at the mansion, spending our evenings naked and entwined in each other's arms and covered in each other's bodily fluids. Only when the time comes for my mother and Stephen's return does that weight begin to settle on my shoulders once more.
“Babe, don't worry, my father will be fine. He understand the affairs of the heart as well as anyone. Your mom was fine, wasn't she?”
I'd already told him just how fine she was, and it certainly made me believe that perhaps what we were doing wasn't quite so bad, so forbidden.
Frowned upon, perhaps, but nothing worse than that.
The day they returned, looking incredibly fit and tanned and euphorically happy, my nerves were more jangled than ever. We all planned to get together as a family – a phrase that always sent a shot of guilt through me – and catch up over dinner in the mansion.
All the smiles and the laughter, however, come to a fairly abrupt end when Tyler stands up, takes my hand in his, and tells his father he has something to say.
“What's going on?” asks Stephen, looking at the tender vision of our intertwined fingers with a confused expression.
“We didn't want to tell you before or on you wedding, but Abby and I...are in love.”
“In love?! That's preposterous. You're siblings.”
“Step-siblings, father,” he corrects him as he did my mother. “We tried to fight our feelings off, but you know as well as anyone that it's impossible to do so sometimes.”
Stephen seems to be in some sort of stunned silence, and I can hardly look at him.
Tyler, meanwhile, stands tall and strong, unwilling to take a backward step. He speaks with control and with such persuasion that soon Stephen's expression has dampened and his eyes tell me they're already accepting the truth.
Tyler recites the story he told my mother, who stays quiet the entire time. Only when her new husband looks to her and asks her what she thinks does she tell him she already knew.
“I found them kissing on our wedding day, darling. I didn't tell you then because I didn't want to ruin it, or our honeymoon.”
Stephen, to his eternal credit, simply nods and says: “I understand. You did the right thing.”
Most people, I'm sure, would have been shouting 'conspiracy' and storming out of the room by now.
But not Stephen Black, the most level headed and sympat
hetic man I've ever met. We continue to talk it out, fine combing the entire thing until he accepts the truth, just like my mother did, and showing me that, yes, they are just about the most perfect couple of parents anyone could ever wish for.
And when Stephen ventures a joke, I know all is going to be well.
“I suppose it's probably best if you don't call me dad,” he says.
At first, I'm not sure if he's making a serious point or joking, until his laughter fills the room and any remaining tension is quickly dispelled.
“Look, both of you, I'm not going to pretend that I agree with all of this, but I also have no right to tell you anything. You're both adults and you can make your own choices, and I can't deny that in the same position, I might just have done the same thing.”
He looks at me, and winks in his own charming way.
“Abby, you are a beautiful, kind, and compassionate young woman, and I could hardly hope for my son to find a better partner.”
His words, so genuine and so touching, bring a sheen of tears to my eyes as he comes forward and gives me a warm hug.
Then he turns to Tyler, and hugs him too.
“Tyler, I've seen a great change in you over the last couple of months, and until now I haven't been able to work out what's caused it.”
He looks at me and smiles again.
“Now I know. I hope you two are very happy together.”
And that's the last he says of it, and the last anyone says of it. And that night, for the first time, Tyler and I lie in the same bed in the mansion with both my mother, and his father, knowing just where we are.
He slides inside me and kisses me tenderly, and whispers in my ear how he loves me. And every trouble in my life, every stress and strain, is immediately eradicated.
Because I know that while my mother has just married the perfect man for her, I've also just found the perfect man for me.
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