Lahat ng Kabanata ng Family Secrets: Kabanata 1481 - Kabanata 1490

I went down the metal staircase to the first floor- an equally vast space with an industrial kitchen, posh dining and entertaining areas and a few partitioned off rooms where the rectory used to be.After a few minutes of futile searching I yelled "Where's my shit!""Right here."I yelped, finding my father was right behind me holding my purse and shoes. "Oh, thanks," mumbled, taking them from his outstretched hand."Listen, I know you're pissed at me and I deserve it. And I'm not telling you to forget about it- but I'm hungry as fuck. What about you?"I nodded, my belly rumbling at the thought of food."Well, how about we go out for pancakes and milkshakes?" he suggested- another meal he'd feed me when my mother wasn't around.I pulled a face. "You know that's like ordering diabetes for breakfast, right?""Not if you get it with a side of bacon.""I can't go anywhere looking like this." I gestured both to what I was wearing and the many bruises and abrasions I had from my fall."We'l

I could feel my juices flowing freely down my inner thighs.My father started to speak, but his words caught in his throat and he merely looked me over for what felt like an eternity, his nostrils flaring as inhaled deeply. Hopefully it was the perfume I'd just applied..."Hi, Kier. Come inside," I said nervously, and moved aside to let him in while pressing my legs together self-consciously.It took him a moment before he crossed the threshold, closing the door behind himself and bolting the lock. The side of his cheek out bulged out a moment as he ran his tongue along the inside of his mouth, ending with a hasty lick of his lips."I hope I'm not interrupting anything," he said softly, leaving a generous space between us like I was contagious."No, I was just taking a nap." I twirled a lock of my hair around my finger- one of my tells when I was lying, and he knew it."But you're... by yourself?""Not anymore. You said you had something you wanted to give me?" My cheeks burned as tri

"I told you, my love, you've already given me what I've been craving. Unless you want to call out and let me ravage you again?"It was so tempting to let him take me back to heaven but I erred on the side of caution and chose to stay on solid ground.Under my father's attentive supervision, I changed into more work appropriate clothing, then he chauffeured me to work on his chopper, making the fifteen minute trip in four minutes flat. Of course, I had to close my eyes and hold on for dear life while he darted between cars and over sidewalks and down random alleys, but it was exhilarating.My legs were jelly when I got off, and they practically deliquesced when he gave me a toe-curling kiss flavored with my own essence. He promised to get me if I needed a ride and I promised to call when I got home safely or if I needed him for any reason (the way he looked at me when he clarified with "anything at all" made my tummy flutter).Even after he left m

My mother Tessa's speaking voice was lower-pitched than one might expect; soft and sensual so that one leaned in to hear. Her singing voice was equally lovely- a breathy alto-soprano that approximated what I think Marilyn Monroe would have sounded like if she had the vocal range of Maddy Prior, from the Scottish band, Steeleye Span. Whenever she cooked or cleaned around the house when I was a child, she would be singing anything from the Beatles to Beyonce, songs in Irish Gaelic and the latest pop hits, lyrics from Hammerstein musicals and schmaltzy parodies by Dick Cheese.Tessa's favorite to sing and mine to hear, though, was the traditional folk ballad, "Black is the Color of my True Love's Hair". Even if he wasn't around, my mother would sing it for Kiernan: I love my lover, and well he knows. I love the ground on where he goes. The first time I heard Nina Simone's version, it was so heart-breakingly beautiful that I fell in love with him too, in the way a little

If I wasn't mistaken, my father looked slightly peeved at our rapport. "Drinks might not be such a bad idea. I know I need one. Come on, there's a shisha bar a couple of blocks down I wanted to check out." Draping his arm over me possessively, Kiernan lead the way.The bar my father had chosen was like the inside of a jewelry box- brightly-cushioned divans and low velvet sofas, plush carpets and glittering tiles, hookahs gleaming like gems on carved teak tables. Haku and Kiernan decided on a blend for the three of us to share and ordered themselves ales and spliffs while I got what they called a High Chai- a deliciously spiced tea with THC tincture.They regaled me with their adventures in Hawaii and New Zealand- the magic they inked and cast, battles fought, pleasures and perils alike. I don't know if I'd ever seen my father so happy and carefree, and it wasn't just the alcohol and herb. It was a version of him that I rarely saw in all my days hanging around Sectio Divina and never a