EroticReverie

Brant

I can tell when she walks into the house that talking to her parents did not go well, and neither did my talk with Brett, but I'm willing to bet her talk went far worse. 

I can only imagine the things they probably said about me to her. I honestly didn't care if they thought bad of me, I understood how it looked to anyone but us. 

"Come here baby" I say softly and tears that she was holding at bay spring free as I pull her into my arms and she sobs into my chest, her arms wrapping around me, her hands clutching my shirt at the back as I hush her quietly, holding her head to me, stroking her back, rubbing it and kissing the top of her head. 

When she finally calms down she tells me what she told them. She left out the beginning, which I was honestly grateful for, I didn't think they'd ever get over the fact I'd started an affair with their daughter while she was in highschool. 

She told them she'd developed feelings for me before her and Brett broke up, that she'd went to college thinking she could get over me. She hadn't and hadn't expected to see me when she came home from break, but did. She told them she was in love with me, and I felt the same. They'd called her naive, too young, her mother had shamed her for persuing a married man. They'd called me worse I was sure, but she would never tell me that.  She'd told them that they didn't have to like it, but they'd have to accept it. She asked if she could bring me to Christmas dinner, they'd said no. I was okay with that. They needed time. But I wasn't okay, that Abigail wasn't okay. I could tell she'd held out a sliver of hope that they'd welcome me with open arms. But I knew better.  

I assure her that with time, they'll come around, that we both knew it would be a shock to them, and while it sucks that they don't understand, or accept it right now, that they will when they realize what we're doing isn't a fling or a man having a mid life crises with a teenage girl. We both knew they had every right to want to protect her, or to now immediately accept it. But I knew it still hurt her. 

She tells me she refuses to go there for Christmas without me, and I tell her not going won't make it any easier for them to accept us together. It would only make things worse, and that I didn't want us being together to ruin the relationship she had with them.

Then, it's my turn to tell her about talking with Brett. I'd asked to meet him to speak with him, he'd declined. So I did it over the phone. He laughed. Laughed, then called Abigail every possible name he could think of. I don't tell her that. But I do tell her that he was pissed, that he told me I was a piece of shit. And, hey...I deserved it. As much of an asshole as my son was, he still deserved to be mad about what I'd done. 

"I just want someone to be happy for us." she says. 

I pull her into me on the couch. 

"Well...they aren't the ones that are gonna be happy for us..but others will be. " I tell her as she sighs.

Each of us startles when a loud bang sounds at the door.

"OPEN THIS DOOR!" a male voice booms. 

"Oh my god." Abigail says, shooting up.

"Daddy?!" she yells. 

"OPEN THE DOOR ABIGAIL!" he shouts and she shoots up and runs to the door and I take a deep breath and stand, and go with her, she opens the door. 

"Dad, what are y-"

"Where is he?!" he yells, barging in, almost knocking her over as he lifts a finger as soon as his eyes land on me as I walk into the kitchen. 

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD , CORRUPTING MY LITTLE GIRL!" He shakes, yelling, his eyes are fucking furious as then her mother comes into, while Abigail presses at her fathers chest.

"YOU'RE A PIG!" Her mother yells. 

Abigail is in full on tears as she yells at them, trying to push them back. 

"SCREWING LITTLE GIRLS, YOU FUCKING PEDOPHILE" her father says and I don't say anything, because even though Abigail was of legal age, to them ..she IS a little girl..their little girl..and I can't be mad at them for being mad at me. 

"Daddy stop!" Abigail cries. 

Both her father and her mother are yelling as Abigail still tries to push her father back with each step he takes forward, wagging his finger at me, threatening me, and in his rage he waves his hand, brushing Abigail out of the way.  And I know he doesn't mean to do it, but he knocks her into the table, making her fall over and I move quickly to catch her before she can hit the ground. 

He was too rough, his rage misplaced with the force he used to brush her out of his way to get to me. 

"HENRY" her mother yells at her father. 

He stops yelling for a moment to take in the fact he just batted Abigail out of the way, striking her and making her fall into the table. 

I hold her, rubbing her arm where it hit the table when she started to fall. 

"You okay?" I ask softly, and cup her face. She nods and turns, whipping to face her father. 

"Get out." she says. 

"Abby baby, we can't leave you with him. What kind of parents would we be to let out little girl be corrupted by a man twice her age? " her mother says. 

"GET OUT!" Abigail screams. 

"GET THE FUCK OUT!" she shrieks, hysterical. 

"Babe." I hold her arms as she lunges and pull her back. "Go in the bedroom baby" I whisper. 

"No!" she yells at me. 

She spinds back to her parents. 

"We get it! WE fucking get it! We know how it looks! We know we're both assholes for falling in love with each other okay?! We know what you think of me, think of him, we know ALRIGHT?!" she yells. 

"But it doesnt give you any right to barge in here, in HIS home, and start yelling at him and calling him disgusting shit!" she yells and damn if I dont wanna grab her and kiss her right in front of them. I'd wanted to try to handle them, but she wouldnt let me. She wanted to defend me, and wouldn't let them disrespect me. 

"If you wanna stay and talk like adults, then fine! But you're not going to point your finger in his face! Or mine! And you're gonna calm the fuck down and talk to us like human beings! Not like a little girl. Not like some man you think is a pervert. I'm and adult, he's an adult, we're in love...end of. There's nothing to even discuss. You either accept it or you don't...and Im not going to beg to understand or accept it. I'm sick of doing things for other people. Im doing what makes ME happy. It's MY life!" she says and her shoulders lift up and down with each heated breath she takes glaring them down. 

Her parents stand there, her father going to open his mouth and then shutting it. 

"I'm not going to accept this Abigail." he says. 

"Fine." she shrugs. "there's the door." she says crossing her arms. 

He scowls. Then looks at me. Then at her, and turns and walks out the door. Her mother looks after him, and the back to Abigail, to me. She shakes her head, but I sense a slight hint of acceptance, but know she has to go with her husband. 

Abigail, stomps over to the door, slamming it shut and god, I shouldnt think it's hot as fuck, considering that she just fought with her parents. But she did it for me. For us. 

"They'll come around." I say and she turns. 

"Fuck if I care. I don't give a shit." she says angrily and walks by me and goes into the other room and paces. 

I just turn and watch her, shake her head and mutter to herself. 

She stops and looks at me. 

I just look at her and she sighs. 

"I'm sorry they...that they called you that." she says and I give a little smile and shake my head.

I give a little shrug. 

"They're pissed. It's fine. If I was in their shoes, can't say I wouldnt think and say the exact same things. " I say. 

She rolls her eyes. 

"Don't defend them when they act like that." she says. 

"I'm not...or maybe I am..I don't know...it's gonna be messy for a bit...with them...with Brett." I say. 

"And Cecilia." she says. 

I shrug. "Cecilia isn't important. Her acceptance isn't something I plan on putting any effort into, because whether or not she accepts it, makes no difference. She won't be a part of our lives." I say. 

"Brett is my son though. And those are your parents. They are important to us." 

She nods and then plops onto the couch. 

"God, I'm so exhausted." she says leaning her head back on the couch. 

"Me too." I say and walk over to her , leaning over, placing my hands on the back of the couch. 

"Why don't we get out of these clothes...get into bed...and deal with this shit in the morning." I suggest and she sighs and nods. 

"Cmon" I say grabbing her hands and helping her back up, and then we walk into the bedroom. 

As we strip our clothes off on opposite sides of the bed and she looks at me, I see the slight mischief in her eyes. 

"Okay, but..." she starts and bites her lip. "How exhausted ARE you?" she asks and I chuckle and pull the covers back and get on the bed, reaching over her, grabbing her hand and pulling her into the bed. 

She giggles and my heart grows at the sound, happy that even with the stress of everything else she can still laugh and smile, and I think that's the power we have over each other, what it's like when the love is real, and it runs deep. Your person can make you feel good, even during the hardest times. 

She leans in, whispers something especially filthy in my ear and I groan in agreement, and before we go to bed, we spend time with her on my face, and her mouth on my cock as we make each other cum, then pass out in each others arms, the record still playing in the living room with soft christmas music filling the hall and the bedroom.