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arrived next door, they found out why Lucy had been so insistent that they come
over. Mallory and Randy had refused to tell her anything about the trip,
saying that it would take all four of them to tell the whole story. They were
very excited. All Lucy knew at that point was that they'd gotten two deer.
Part of the venison was in her freezer already.
already after supper, so they gathered in the family room, and spread out to find a seat. Bob and Lucy sat in recliners. Sam and Randy sat on the couch. Mallory
settled into a bean bag chair, leaning back with her legs stretched out and
spread apart. Bob was sure she didn't intend to present a delectable ...
fuckable ... picture, but she did. He saw Lucy frown at her, but no admonition
about sitting like a lady was forthcoming.
might have been entirely different had anyone known that, while Mallory was
lying there in her negligent pose, her fertilized egg was in the process of
implanting itself in her uterine wall. By the next morning, she would meet the
clinical, medical definition of being pregnant.
would have gone unnoticed a lot longer, except for the way things turned out
Mallory got a little too excited, and her brain mixed up some fairly critical words.
about half way through the story. They hadn't gotten to the actual kill yet,
and had described how Bob taught them to shoot. Maybe it was holding back a
large part of that section of the tale that discombobulated Mallory's brain.
Finally, she got to the part where she was about to announce that she was the
one who shot the first deer.
"We got in the stands, and we were just sitting there, waiting. Uncle Bob had said
that would happen, but that we had to pay attention. So I did, and suddenly
there was this beautiful deer with antlers, just standing there, so I raised my
gun and I shot it!"
"You shot it?" Lucy's eyes were round, and her mouth hung open.
Mallory was, for all intents and purposes, hopped up on drugs. They were natural ones,
which her own body manufactured, but she was a little high. On top of that,
she was like many other females in western culture who were a little tired of
male domination in most things. So she wanted to play up the fact that both
she and Sam had been the successful hunters, and not the men. To do that, she
bent the definition of "buck fever" to suit her needs. She meant to
use the term to identify the men as unsuccessful hunters.
happened in the blink of an eye, inside Mal's brain. It was really that
natural high that did her in. She was just a little too excited to think
"I sure did! And the next morning Sam shot a doe! It was all us girls, Mom!
Uncle Bob said we'd probably get fuck fever, but we didn't! It was the men who
got it! They didn't shoot a single deer!"
for a reaction to that. She got one, but it wasn't anything like she expected.
else in the room just stared at her with wide eyes. Her mother didn't gasp
with impressed surprise, but a small gasp came from Samantha's mouth.
"What?" asked Lucy, leaning forward. "What did you say?"
"Which part?" asked Mallory. "I just said a whole lot."
"You sure did."
"Mom, I was just telling you that Sam and I did it!"
"That's not what I'm talking about. Tell me again about this fever."
forward and Randy took a deep breath, but Mallory, in her eagerness to find the
response she had been looking for, again spoke rapidly, before either of them
could say anything.
"Uncle Bob explained that sometimes new hunters get a deer in their sights but they
can't pull the trigger. It's called buck fever. She pronounced the words
slowly and carefully, over enunciating them, as it to a child. Then her
subconscious screwed her again. Pun intended. "But Sam and I didn't get fuck fever. We were able to shoot when we were supposed to!" She
ended with another smile.
There was a sudden curse as Sam was unable to contain a soft, "Ohhhh shit." At
the same time, Bob groaned, his voice making a peculiar sliding scale sort of
sound as his brain tried to think of a dozen things this all meant at once.
Only Randy remained silent. But his jaw dropped and his face assumed a hue
close to that of a piece of typing paper.
around, primarily at the people who had made the noise. She frowned at
Samantha for using that word out loud in front of the adults. That would not
be received well. Then she glanced at her brother, who looked like he'd seen a
ghost. That didn't make sense so she looked at the adults, to see if there was
any visual information available that might help her understand why things felt
so tense, all of a sudden. Bob's eyes were closed, and he looked ... worried?
looked at her mother, to see what her reaction to all this was. She found Lucy
staring intently at her.
"What kind of fever did you say Bob warned you about?"
"I just told you!" said Mallory, beginning to get angry. "Buck fever!" she said, forcefully.
"That is not what you said, young lady!"
"Of course it is!" grated Mallory, who had completely missed her egregious
couldn't think of anything to say to help the girl. And if he tried, and said
the wrong thing, or Lucy sensed he was BS-ing, things would only get worse.
apparently didn't feel it was dangerous to try to help, though.
was just a slip of the tongue," she said.
slip of the tongue?" complained Mal, who still didn't realize what she'd
mother's face caused Mallory's eyes to stop. She'd never seen that look on her
mother's face. It was clear her mom was mad, but she still couldn't fathom
yipped, as tension burst out of her body.
tried to help, in that fumbling, blundering way that teenage boys often think
can somehow make things better. He leaned toward his sister and, sotto voce,
said, "You said fuck fever."
went rigid and her mind froze for an instant as well. The first thing she
thought of was that Randy had just said the word "fuck" in a voice
that, while soft, could clearly be heard by their mother. That was shoved to
the back burner as she contemplated the accusation that she had also
didn't," she defended, immediately.
repetition was the key.
was just a slip of the tongue," she said again.
Lucy sat up
I might accept as a slip of the tongue, but twice? You do not say that word
twice by accident."
Bob knew he
should do something, even if he didn't want to. Leaving it to the teens
obviously wasn't going to work. Plus, an idea popped into his head. That
idea, even if developed in a split second, was at least rationally based.
I know what happened," he said. "You know how you say a tongue
twister and it gets all messed up? It was just alliteration. She knew she was
going to say fever, and her unconscious mind put an F on the front of
the other word too, to match the first letter. You know. Sally sells sea
all, Lucy's unconscious mind had been assessing the behavior, the body
language, if you will, of the others in the room. Now that unconscious part of
her mind decided its conclusions were important enough to kick up to a
conscious level. Lucy looked around, and the fact that all three of
them looked guilty, rather than only her potty-mouthed daughter, impacted her
much harder than that simple filthy word that had spilled from said daughter's
mouth ... twice.
going on here?" she asked, her voice conveying curiosity now, rather than
said Sam and Randy at the same time. It was such a typical young person
response that it might have been humorous in other circumstances. The problem
was that "Nothing!” delivered in that voice meant the exact opposite, and
every parent learned that within the three or four years of parenthood.
person in the room who was most calm at that moment was Mallory. Everybody was
all upset and that went counter to the purpose of this gathering, which had
been to celebrate the admittedly unexpected triumph of the girls. She still
didn't believe she'd uttered the phrase that seemed to be responsible for all
this uproar but she tried the time honored tactic of complete and utter
submission, accompanied by as sincere apology as she could produce.
really sorry, Mom. It was a mistake. I don't know how that happened."
responded with the time honored parental stance.
said that vile utterance twice, and twice is no mistake!"
Lucy said, and then looked around. "Does somebody want to explain to me
why my daughter developed a filthy mouth on a simple hunting trip?"
had any sort of answer for her, Lucy might have bought it.
anyone did was stare at her with guilty looks.
over at Bob, who was sitting very still. "Bob? What the hell is going on
Bob had no
plan of any kind.
narrowed. He'd been right when he told the teens she could read him like a
book. She did that now.
Her voice sounded puzzled. "Why do you look so nervous? And why are you
don't feel good," he said, his voice still weak. "I think I'd better
think you'd better stay," said Lucy, her voice now stern. "What the fuck happened on this camping trip?"
teens gasped as one. It was the first time any of them had heard a word
harsher than "Darn!" issue from Lucy's lips. She wasn't a prude, or
Puritanical in her outlook on life, but she had always preached that the use of
curse words suggested a lack of education and intelligence in the speaker.
It's possible that this expletive, coming from her mouth, was more
unnerving than trying to deal with the same word popping out of Mal's. It
never occurred to any of them that her use of the same word that had gotten
things all out of whack might have been intentional ... designed to
produce data she could then read with her eyes.
anything now, and the silence dragged on until it was broken by Lucy, whose
eyes had indeed been rewarded with signs of guilt. The problem was that all four of them looked guilty, not just Mallory.
language of all four of them caused the flickering flame of suspicion to burst
into a roaring inferno. That part was just a reaction to what she was seeing,
her own body responding unconsciously to the unspoken messages being received
from the others. The problem was that her conscious mind couldn't
imagine any reason for all this guilt that was clearly displayed on the faces
of the others. Her frustration about that demanded to be alleviated.
suddenly, facing Bob.
I think you and I need to have a little talk ... in private."
up at her and he was almost overcome with the lunacy of the fact that his eyes
were drawn to her breasts, which pushed her blouse away from her chest in a way
that he couldn't help comparing to her daughter's breasts doing the same thing.
barked Lucy, her voice now loud. All four of the others jumped.
he said, levering himself up on weak knees to a standing position that looked
slumped ... defeated. Once up, though, he didn't move.
yelped in return.
moving and Lucy reached to grip his elbow in her hand.
Sam's voice held both fear and warning.
"You three stay right here," ordered Lucy, looking over her shoulder.
"Do not move from this spot!"
dragged Bob toward her bedroom, perhaps because she thought of that as the most
private place she could interrogate her brother-in-law about this peculiar
state of affairs.
the fuck do we do now?" whispered Randy.
"Please do not use that word," groaned Sam.
same word that got us into this mess," hissed Sam. "The word your sister blurted out!" She glared at Mallory.
"Did I really say that?" asked Mal, a look of horror on her face. Her head
tilted, as if she was puzzled. "I actually said ... fuck
it wasn't so bad," said Sam, sarcastically. "You only said it twice!"
don't understand," moaned Mallory. "How could that happen?"
you're a slut!" barked Sam, her comment fueled by anger now, rather than
teasing conviviality. Her voice sounded harsh, ugly.
of sudden movement in the peripheral vision of the teenagers caused them all to
look toward the hallway Lucy and Bob had disappeared into. To their
consternation, Lucy stood there, her face white and tight.
why is she such a slut, Samantha?" she growled.
thought you were talking to Daddy," she gasped.
haven't answered my question," said Lucy.
just something I call her sometimes," squeaked Sam.
"And why do you sometimes just call my daughter a slut?" Lucy stepped further
into the room. Bob followed, looking a little panicked himself. She
unconsciously put a hand behind her and pushed him back toward the hallway.
just a word," whimpered Sam.
word like fuck?" All three teens winced. "That's what sluts
do, isn't it? Fuck?" Thunder came over Lucy's face. "Is that what
you're saying? Are you saying my daughter has sex? That she's literally a
squealed Sam. "That's not what I meant." Sheer terror ripped what
she said next from her throat. "We didn't mean for it to happen! We didn't
came up to cover her face as she realized the import of what she'd just said.
She fell sideways on the couch. Her pony tail flopped onto Randy's thigh.
around to face Bob again.
All she did
was shove him with both hands towards her bedroom.
happened in Bob's mind on the twenty foot journey to Lucy's room. He had heard
the same thing Lucy had, when she stopped and eavesdropped on what the kids
would say once they thought the adults were out of hearing. He understood
completely how Lucy could have intuited the truth from the events that had
taken only two or three minutes, but seemed to have lasted for hours.
Basically, he knew the jig was up. And so, based on the fact that he had no
shred of an explanation as to how this could have happened under circumstances
she might accept as chance, error, mistake or even serendipity, his brain was
prepared only to divulge the truth.
was that he had no idea just how to phrase the truth.
willing to take the blame, because he felt he was the one who had stepped over
the line. And that willingness caused him to stop thinking about creative ways
in which to explain the situation.
Lucy's bedroom, he looked at everything in it except his sister-in-law.
tilted as some part of it tried to understand why sitting was necessary. While
his mind distracted him from the real issue, he sat. She came to stand in
front of him. He couldn't look her in the face, and was horrified to find his
eyes pinned on her breasts again. He jerked them to one side.
you have sex with my daughter?" Her voice was low, breathy, but void of
any discernible emotion.
really was sort of an accident," he said, admitting the truth of her
and paced. For whatever reason, she put her hands in the embroidered back
pockets of her jeans. That made her breasts thrust out, and Bob groaned as he
realized his eyes were on them again. The sound caused her to turn.
can something like that take place ... accidentally?" she said. Now anger
had crept into her voice.
actually wanted to explain. The saying about confession being good for the
soul has a lot of validity. That has to do with forgiveness. And the urge to
seek forgiveness will drive one to confess, even when the circumstances of the
situation make it irrational to expect forgiveness to actually be forthcoming.
know how Mal teases me and flirts with me," he said, setting the stage.
you dare blame this on her!" barked Lucy.
not," he said, his voice urgent. "I'm just trying to explain."
her hands, folding her arms under her breasts. All that did was put them on
display. Bob looked at her belt buckle, intentionally.
teaching her to shoot. And she was cocky about it." He was so
concentrated on trying to explain why he groped her, and what that led to, that
he committed the same error Mallory had. He said something he didn't mean to
say. "And so I told her to try shooting when she was distracted, and I
sort of touched her. I didn't think she'd mind because I saw them ..."
stopped. His mouth closed so forcefully that his lips made a sound as they
who?" Lucy pounced on him, almost literally, moving so close to him that
he could see the intricate design engraved into her belt buckle.
Bob's mind raced, but came up with nothing. He hadn't meant to get the others
involved. He had intended only to take the blame for Mallory and his actions.
who, Bob?" Lucy insisted.
but her sudden shout whisked the cobwebs of fear and confusion from his brain.
Suddenly he actually understood how all this had happened. Now all he had to
do was get Lucy to be calm enough to explain it to her. It wouldn't make her
any happier, but at least she'd know the truth. He patted the bed beside him.
down," he said. "I'll explain."
you really?" she asked. "Because you haven't been up to now."
will," he said, earnestly. "It's going to take a little time, but I
think I can tell you why what happened, happened.
something did happen. Really happened."
she wailed, "How could something happen? This is insane!"
he pleaded. "Just let me talk. Then you can shoot me or whatever you
think is right."
you? That's insane too, Bob."
he said. "Let me talk first, and then you can decide on that."
tersely, her face pinched. Again he patted the bed beside him.
he said. "Sit so I don't have to stare at your ..." He let his head
fall and a soft groan finished the sentence, instead of the word that had come
unbidden to his confessing mouth.
have been curious about what he hadn't said, but she was more interested in the
other issue. To keep him talking, she sat.
he said, after recovering from almost screwing the pooch even harder than he
already had. "Remember those conversations we had about what to do about
it when the kids got interested in sex?"
but then nodded. "Yes," she said.
talked about a lot of options, but we always decided to wait until later to do
didn't mean we should wait until you wanted to have sex with my daughter,"
listen!" said Bob. "It wasn't like that. Please, just listen."
so we both knew they'd get interested, but I don't think either of us realized
how soon that would happen. We probably should have. At least I
probably should have, because as I look back on my own youth, I remember
starting to learn about that thing when I was really young ... like
had sex when you were twelve?" Lucy gasped.
not sex," said Bob. "I just found out how good it felt to ... um
..." He stalled for a few seconds and then, realizing that Lucy might
finish for him, and not wanting to hear her lips say the word for some reason,
he finished. "Masturbate," he said softly.
she said. "That's not so bad. All boys do that."'
peculiarly happy that she hadn't judged him for engaging in that behavior, and
point is that it happened for me at twelve, and apparently it happened for them
around the same age."
You keep saying them," said Lucy. "Who?"
of them," said bob, softly. "Your kids ... and mine."
stared at him.
do you know this?" she asked, finally.
want to tell her what he'd seen, because that meant he'd have to inform her
that her son and daughter engaged in incestuous acts. So he tried to edit
things a bit.
first night we were there, I woke up in the middle of the night. I thought I
heard something. And when I looked out into the camper, I saw Sam and Randy
... um ..."
trying to think of some way to put a name to what he'd seen other than, "A
humdinger of a hand job with a bit of oral thrown in." He paused just
long enough for Lucy to get the wrong idea.
were having sex?" she gasped.
said Bob. "Not that. She was ... um ... helping him."
verbally helpless, so he raised one hand and made the short up and down
movement every male has learned at one point or another in his life.
was masturbating him?"
said Bob, relieved. He was now prepared to try to move on, past that, and
somehow use that as an explanation for groping Mal's breasts. His admittedly
flawed plans took another hit almost immediately.
where was Mallory?" asked Lucy.
... she was asleep," said Bob, uncomfortably.
Let's see, Bob. I was in that camper helping you get ready to go. There are
three beds. I'm assuming my son was on one of them. That left two beds.
That's one for you and the other for the girls. The biggest one is over the
front, and it would be logical to think that the girls were in that one. But
that means Samantha would have to climb down out of that one to get to Randy to
... help ... him. Now if you were in the middle bed, that means she'd have to
climb over you to get to Randy. I don’t think she’d try that, so that
means Randy was in the middle bed. And that means that, somehow, Samantha
climbed down out of that tight space up there without waking Mallory up.
Except the problem with that scenario is that Mallory is a light sleeper. In
fact she's a very light sleeper, Bob. She came to me one time
complaining about a cricket that was in the next room!"
back at the intensity in her voice. "Okay," he said, a little
I do not believe if something woke you up, that thing being Samantha helping Randy, that Mallory could have slept through it."
moaned Bob, again defensively.
what was she doing?" Hissed Lucy. "Was she in your bed?"
gasped Bob. "Not then."
Lucy got up
and paced again. She was clearly agitated. Bob realized his attempt to
mitigate things wasn't working. It was all going to come out, sooner or
later. The urge to make that sooner, to get this over with, to rip the
Band-aid off, was overpowering.
he said. "This isn't going to make you happy."
you think not?" Her voice rose an octave.
just tell you, okay?" he moaned. "You won't believe parts of it, but
I'll just tell you everything just like it happened, okay?"
sleeping over the cab," he said. "I did wake up and when I looked
out all three of them were at the back of the camper. They were naked, and
both girls were ... um ... helping him." He couldn't resist using the
same word they'd been using.
girls," said Lucy, her voice tight.
led a pretty sheltered life," said Bob. "And we didn't confront them
about the urges they'd be feeling. I think they just did what all kids do and
explored. They just did it with each other instead of with outsiders."
Mallory and Randy explored, and because Samantha didn't have a brother to
commit incest with, she just jumped on their bandwagon." Sarcasm dripped
from Lucy's voice.
said Bob, loudly. "It's possible. For sure I didn't just decide to
molest your daughter. They were already experienced when that finally
they have been having sex," said Lucy.
groaned Bob. "Not until this trip. Please, just let me tell you what
right," she said. "I don't think this is going to make me happy at
all. But I have to hear it. Go on."
so I saw this during the night. And nobody was forcing anybody else to do
anything. I didn't know what to do. I mean it was obvious that they'd done
this before. Both girls knew what they were doing."
her head and covered her eyes with one hand. Bob went on anyway.
then, it was over and both girls just got back in bed. They were in the middle
one. Randy went to sleep right away. So did Mallory. Sam stayed awake for a
few more minutes to ... um ..."
meant to say that part, but he was on an unconscious roll.
whispered Lucy for him.
grief," moaned Lucy.
don't know why I didn't yell at them," he said. "I should have.
That would have fixed everything. But I didn't. It ... uh ... affected
say it, Bob. You got horny."
shouldn't have," he said, ashamed.
do we use parental controls on all our computers?" asked Lucy.
"Because porn is everywhere. Why is porn everywhere? Because people love
it. It makes them horny. I'm not stupid, Bob. And while I didn't believe it,
you are apparently as normal as any other man around."
wouldn't you believe that?" asked Bob, stung.
mind," she said. "We can get to that later, if necessary. Go
So the next day we split up, with Sam and Randy working on a tree stand while I
taught Mal to shoot. And I kept thinking about what they'd done the night
before. I mean she looked so normal, but I knew she was somebody
different than the Mallory I knew. And she got cocky about her marksmanship,
and I did something stupid to distract her. I ... um ... reached around from
behind her and sort of grabbed her boobs."
twice more and then returned to sit beside him.
how did she react to that?" she asked.
said Bob, softly, "She moved my hands inside her shirt."
just like that," said Bob. "She did say I was being naughty, but she
moved them herself. I’m not trying to blame this on her, but all I ever
intended to do was cop a little feel and shake her up. Except she didn’t react
like I thought she would."
then what happened?"
made me keep my hands there while she put two more rounds right into the
bull's-eye," said Bob.
put her hands on top of mine and pressed them, you know, kind of an unspoken
Some of the
color Lucy had lost flowed back into her cheeks.
then she told me she'd wanted to give her virginity to me since she was
Lucy was up
and pacing again, clearly agitated.
you took her up on it," she said, breathing deeply.
then," said Bob. "Honest. I tried to talk her out of it. Honest, I
did. And I was able to slow things down. At least at first."
exactly were you able to slow things down?"
... um ... I guess I said she could do the same thing to me she did to Randy."
you out?" Lucy's voice was sarcastic. "She wanted to give her
virginity to you so you had her help you out?"
wasn't like that," groaned Bob. "Yes, I was excited. We both were. But I didn't want to take her virginity, so I tried to deal with that excitement in other ways."
other ways?" Lucy insisted.
it really matter?" moaned Bob.
isn't Benghazi, Bob," snarled Lucy. "This is my daughter."
we masturbated each other," gasped Bob.
her color again, and sat on the bed.
"Honest, Lucy, it was just to defuse the situation so ... um ... the other thing wouldn't happen."
quiet for a while as Lucy reflected on what she'd learned, and Bob just took a
mental rest. Finally Lucy's head lifted.
that was it? That time, I mean?"
Bob lied. He wasn't ready to tell her about the amazing hummer Mallory had
delivered, or how clear it had been that she'd done this many, many times.
was the next time something happened," asked Lucy.
while I was distracting Mal, I told her that I'd seen them the night before. I
forgot to tell you that part. And as soon as we went to get the others,
Mallory told them that I knew all about them. And then she told them about
what I'd done."
there in front of you," suggested Lucy.
tell me they blackmailed you," said Lucy.
of course not. Honestly, and I'm not blaming this on Mallory, but I
swear it was like Mal was just trying to move things along. I had already told
her I wasn't going to have sex with her, and that she should save that for
someone special, but she was very stubborn about it. I think she was just
trying to create an atmosphere in which more could happen."
make her sound like Mata Hari," accused Lucy.
very stubborn," said Bob. "And there was this pact they made."
and Mal. They agreed not to have sex until the other one did. Their plan was
to do things next year."
good grief," said Lucy. "You're telling me they planned this?"
they sort of did," said Bob, carefully. "I guess Randy has been
telling Sam since they were kids that he was going to marry her."
do that," scoffed Lucy. "But they aren't serious. Not really. It
never comes to anything."
they took it seriously, or at least Randy and Mal did.”
wasn't so excited about it," admitted Bob. “I think she really wanted to
wait another year."
studied his face.
think you're serious," she said.
am. Mal was all gung ho about going through with the pact, which meant she was
supposed to sleep with me and Sam was supposed to sleep with Randy."
long enough for Lucy to prod him.
for four heartbeats before making his formal confession.
slept with my son." Her voice was flat.
slept with my daughter.”
“You bastard!” she growled.
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