Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Abigail's Secret Pt 5

After I'd finished in the upstairs bathroom I'd poked about upstairs. It wasn't a very admirable thing to do but |

was drunk and | was curious and | could hear mother and daughter talking together in the lounge. The other four

doors off the landing were all closed but | opened them as quietly as | could and poked my head into each room.

The first was hardly big enough to warrant the description "bedroom" and was clearly being used as a study,

with bookcases and a desk under the window. The second door was just a cupboard, containing the hot water

tank and shelves of towels and bedding. The third was a double bedroom, but it had a deserted feel and the bed

wasn't made up. Which left the fourth door.

This opened onto another double bedroom at the front of the house and was presumably Abigail's room. There

was a queen-sized bed and wardrobes and a dressing table and the decoration and bed linen were conspicuously

feminine. The head of the bed was flanked by matching bedside cabinets and there was a book on each one. |

could see the title of the nearest - Portnoy's Complaint, by Philip Roth.

| was puzzled. Did Abigail and her daughter sleep together? Why would they do that when there was another

double room? But they must be sharing that bed because | knew she hadn't read, and wasn't currently reading,

Portnoy's Complaint. In the early afternoon | walked back to Abigail's house to retrieve my car. Freya's sportscar

was absent, which | was quite glad about, but Abigail's hatchback was there and she answered the door and

gavea huge smile and askedin. In the hall we ctogether and kissed properly, arms around each

other, my hands stroking her back and cupping her bum cheeks, hers massaging my shoulders and pressing her

nails lightly into my deltoids, our mouths fastened together, eyes closed, tongues entwined. She was wearing

tight-fitting jeans and | slid my hands into her back pockets and squeezed her buttocks.

After a long twe broke for air and she ledinto the kitchen and put the kettle on.

'How are you feeling today? We did have rather a lot to drink. Did you get halright?"

'I'm ok," | replied, sitting down at the little kitchen table while Abigail made tea and, putting a mug down in front

of me, sat down opposite.

‘Your daughter's quite an interesting person,’ | began. 'Quite... assertive. | was a bit surprised.’

'Yes,' said Abigail, slowly, 'her father and | gave her a rather free reign as she was growing up. Probably to

compensate for the problems in our marriage. As a result she's rather... well, spoilt, | suppose. | hope she wasn't

rude to you.' 'No, no, not at all. But | was a bit surprised at the way she spoke to you.

Abigail said nothing and we sipped our tea in an awkward silence while | made up my mind.

'Why do you and your daughter sleep in the sbed?’ | said, at length. | don't mean to pry but | used the

upstairs toilet last night and | got the wrong door and... well, it's obvious there are two people sleeping in the

front bedroom." Abigail went white and I felt my stomach lurch. What was going on?

She wiped a hand across her forehead and steadied herself by breathing deeply and slowly.

'What's the matter?’ | asked, deeply concerned.

Abigail was silent for about half a minute, still breathing slowly and deeply. Then she looked up atand there

was a world of pain in her hazel eyes.

'l need to talk to you, Tom," she began.

'Of course,’ | said, now very concerned.

'Not here, she said, quietly. 'Can we go for a walk?"

In silence we got into my car and | drove us to a local country park and parked under a spreading beech tree. We

didn't say anything on the fifteen-minute journey. We got out and | locked the car and we set out on a grassy

track that led to a bracken-covered hill in the distance. | said nothing, waiting for Abigail to get whatever it was

off her chest. | was expecting a conversation about the difficulty of bringing up a spirited girl as a single parent;

nothing preparedfor her opening statement.

"Just after my husband left, about five years ago, my daughter seduced me. We had sex together." Abigail said

this quietly, matter of factly, staring at the ground as she walked. My intuition toldto say nothing, although

there were many things | wanted to ask. She continued: 'I'm not going to make excuses for my behaviour, but |

was in a very dark place at that time. I'd been rejected by a man whom | still loved very much and who had

walked out on us with barely a word. My parents were both dead and | was struggling financially. | suppose in

today's terminology | was very vulnerable.

‘And my daughter took advantage of my vulnerability. Over a period of weeks she brokedown, weakened my

resistance. It started with a lot of hugs and holding hands. Then one evening she kissedand... Oh God, Tom, |

didn't push her away. | needed slove, sreassurance. After that we kissed a lot and then she started

strokingand touchingand | was appalled and | loved it at the stime." Abigail started weeping and |

put my arm around her and drew her close and she cried into my shoulder and | held her tight against me.

'Then one Saturday afternoon we went all the way. Freya tookto bed and made love toand it felt so

wrong and so good."

'And you're still sleeping together?" | asked, quietly. It was the first thing I'd said since leaving Abigail's house.

'Yes,' she whispered.

'And still enjoying it?" | asked, a little cruelly.

'Oh yes! It's wonderful!"

‘Better than us?' | asked, a shard of jealousy piercing my viscera.

'No!" said Abigail, emphatically. ‘Nothing could be as good as that!"

'l love you, Abigail," | said suddenly and she wept again and heldand her tears ran down my cheeks.

'Where do we go now?' | asked when she'd stopped crying and blown her nose.

'Do you really love me, Tom?' she asked, her eyes red and puffy.

'Yes.'

You're not just feeling sorry forbecause I'm so fucked up?' Her use of the expletive was shocking; Abigail

never swore.

'No. | think it's the real thing, as far as | can tell."

'| feel the sway,' she said, wiping her eyes with a hand and smearing mascara across her cheek.

'So where do we go now,' | repeated, my heart bursting with gladness, her confession of incestuous sex seeming

temporarily irrelevant. 'What would Freya say if you moved in with me?' | hadn't thought this through but the

afternoon was crazy so why not?

‘There's more," said Abigail.

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'We talked last night. This morning. After you'd gone."

| was all ears. 'What did Freya say?"

Abigail seemed to pause, collecting her thoughts. 'You remember | said that I'd dated quite a bit after my

husband walked out but they were all my age or older and | didn't sleep with many of them. Well, only one,

actually.

'l remember,’ | said.

Abigail gulped. 'l don't know how to say this."

'Go on,' | said, gently.

‘Freya never bothered about my boyfriends, such as they were. She didn't see them as a threat, | suppose. But

it's different with you. She fancies you. She wants the three of us to go to bed together.’

Ten conflicting and stomach-churning thoughts crashed through my brain simultaneously and | was lost for

words, a rare state of affairs for a lawyer. 'But..." | said, and then couldn't think of anything to follow it. "You're not

serious?’ | asked, eventually, though | knew she was.

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'I'm sorry Tom. I'm so sorry. But | had to tell you. And if you walk away now I'll understand.’

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We walked for hours, talking and kissing. We didn't discuss Abigail's incestuous relationship with Freya any

further, that bombshell had detonated and the reverberations were still bouncing of the distant hills, but for now

we discussed us, and our love and what we would do together.

Later we returned to her house and

Abigail packed an overnight bag and

left a note for her daughter saying

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she'd be away a np of days end

then shejfodayved my house.

Ohceinside | pressed her up against

the front door and kissed her long

and hard and she kissedback

and thrust her hips into mine. We

were both very, very aroused and we

stumbled up the stairs to my

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