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Chapter 16. What's Right?
"What!" asked Denise in alarm, momentarily terrified, then angry, then just deeply worried, and looking from me to Lissa and back again. "You... know about Finn?"
"It's ok," I threw in, reassuringly. Still not sure what Lissa planned to say, but impressed with the "partial truth" she'd engineered to ease the impact of the eventual revelation.
"But... why?" asked Denise.
"There's more, mom." I realized Lissa had just, spontaneously, decided to tell the rest of the story. Lying to parents is always so difficult, isn't it?
Denise's face grew puzzled, again.
Lissa took a shuddering breath, and pushed up from her reclining position, somewhat. My cock missed the gentle leaning of her hot flesh, where it'd been pressing against me.
Finally, she said, "He IS Finn. Finn and uncle Jason are the same person."
"Oh crap," muttered Denise, under her breath. Then, as it sunk in, she suddenly leaped up and said, loudly (but not quite yelling), "you fucking bastard."
Her comment lost a bit of impact as she realized, self-consciously, that her robe was hanging open.
Lissa got up too, then, but carefully enough to ensure the blanket in my lap continued to conceal the kimono she'd worked open. She looked toward me in a desperate appeal.
Well, she'd predicted it would go badly. I still think, in retrospect, it might have gone much worse if one or the other of us had broken it to her at any other time than in the moments before she was about to cum. In that respect, Lissa had chosen very wisely.
Because, already, Denise was calming down. She drew her robe around herself, and slumped to the couch, but on the far end.
"Ok, Jase. I need an explanation."
I tried to compose myself. Lissa started to leave the room - is it that when grownups talk serious, teenagers instinctively hide? But Denise spoke firmly, "Where are you going? You're as much as part of this as Jason or I. I've let you be an adult in this, now act like one."
Lissa looked sheepish and said, "I was just... I need to pee."
Denise stared at her for a moment, as if not comprehending. "Oh, go ahead. Sorry."
When she left the room, I decided to give Lissa some credit: "she figured it out, Denise. She was like a detective."
"I can see it now, too. But I was too preoccupied, or too horny, to think it through." She forced a self-conscious grin.
There was some quiet. "I'll tell everything, as soon as Lissa gets back," I said, as I sensed Denise getting impatient.
When Lissa returned, she very wisely and strategically placed herself on the couch between us. She flashed me a glance as if to say, good freakin luck, and crossed her arms over her chest.
But I could see, already, that this wasn't the end of the world. Denise was clearly angry about the deception, but she had also spent a major part of the weekend teasing her brother enthusiastically, with his cooperation, and Finn may have been an impetus but he wasn't, in the end, a root cause. She was smart enough to realize that Finn had only been an enabler for deeply harbored desires of her very own. And Jason's, I conceded to myself.
All this, we exchanged in wordless glances, so that by the time I began the story of how Finn came to exist, how I'd become trapped by my own deception, she was simply nodding and listening.
Finally, I'd brought the two of them up to the present. Denise pursed her lips thoughtfully, and said, "Well, so... what are we going to do?"
"I feel I deserve no say in the matter," I stated, categorically.
Denise nodded, agreeing. But she turned to Lissa, "What do you think?"
Lissa was clearly a bit cowed by her mother's seriousness, but she stood her ground. "When me and uncle Jason talked about it earlier, I told him I was mad but that I still thought he was cool. I also told him that the last two weeks have been the best in my life. And that's true."
Denise looked surprised. Which part surprised her? Or was it some thought of her own? "So what did you tell him you wanted to do?"
Lissa shrugged, and looked from her mom to me, briefly. "I didn't really say. I said I wanted to go on at least until we could tell you. And I said we had to tell you. Though it wasn't my plan, originally, to tell you everything right away like this." At this point, Lissa got a little teary-eyed, almost.
Denise cradled her daughter gently. "You broke it to me very well. But I hope it wasn't Jason who made you tell me," she added.
"Oh no, no it wasn't," she defended. "He didn't know what I was going to do. He told me I was in charge." She snuffled and giggled a little, all at once.
"That's very wise of him," said Denise, winking at me over her daughter's head. Winking, despite everything. For just a second, I had this weird notion that Denise really had known, all along, and was just playing this out for Lissa's benefit. But I dismissed the notion as highly implausible.
But oh, things were going to be alright, I sighed with relief, internally.
Finally, Lissa calmed a little and sat back up. "What are you going to do, mom?"
Denise looked pensive, and was quiet for a bit. Looked from her daughter to me and back again. "Actually, hun, I think maybe Jason had it exactly right. You're in charge, now."
Lissa's eyes got a little big, and stared at her mom. "Aren't you dodging responsibility, mom?"
Oh, my. I hadn't expected that. But it had a shade of truth to it. I could tell that it stung Denise a little bit. After a long pause, she said, "I'm not trying to dodge responsibility. I want you to feel that you control the situation. If you want to pass the buck back to me, I'll take it gladly, at any point and on any matter you choose - any single situation or the whole thing, doesn't matter."
Lissa pondered this a bit, and suddenly grinned broadly. And, echoing almost precisely the prescient thought I'd had only hours before, she exclaimed, "I can be Finn, from now on."
Denise seemed suddenly alarmed at the idea, when Lissa put it in those terms. But she visibly forced herself to relax, and smiled encouragingly. "If you want," she said.
I could see the temptations and curiosities and desires warring, now, for Lissa's attention. Her lower lip quivered a bit, as she nibbled at it with her teeth.
"Well," she finally drawled, aware we both had our full attention on her. "For now, we stick with the program."
Denise grinned broadly, almost too pleased. I suppose I did, too.
"Hmm. For tomorrow, you perverts. For tonight, I'm tired, and I'm going to bed." With that, and without further ado, she went into the bathroom to brush her teeth.
Denise and I exchanged glances, and we both laughed, and settled back on the couch. She moved over closer to me, and pulled my arm over her shoulder.
"Pervert," she whispered.
"Pervert," I muttered back. And added, "this is going to be interesting."
When Lissa emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, and saw us cuddled on the couch, she strolled over purposefully. "And no messin around," she commanded, imperiously. "And no getting naked. Or masturbating." And she grinned, and traipsed out.
"Indeed," agreed my sister, to my earlier statement.
Forgiveness was the sweetest tasting thing in the world, in that moment.
Long quiet time. The tv had got shut off, at some point. Denise finally stretched, and yawned, but didn't get up from where she snuggled beside me. She looked up and put a serious look on her face. "Jason?"
"Yes?"
"Promise me one thing."
"Anything."
"Never, ever lie to me again. No matter what."
"I promise." The promise came easily. And strangely, I felt at a very deep level that I would keep it, although I intuited difficulties ahead, because of it.
"And never lie to my daughter. And don't break her heart."
"That's more than one thing, now," I joked.
But her expression remained dead serious, "no, not really. It's just one big thing."
"You're right," I agreed, with no hesitation. "I promise. I promise never to lie to you or your daughter."
"What about the part about breaking hearts?" she asked, carefully.
"Um. The problem is... hearts sometimes break on their own. I promise never to do something intentionally to break her heart, or yours either, Denise."
"That's fair enough. And honest. A good start." A very sweet smile then, and a dreamy look in her eyes.
Another quiet time, and finally she got up and padded away to her room. Since she'd not said goodnight, I assumed it was to use the bathroom or something. I decided to go ahead and pee and clean up too, so I went into the hall bathroom. A half an hour before, peeing would have been a radically difficult operation - peeing with a severe erection always is. But in the wake of the last half hour's events, I'd wilted.
As I came out, I saw Denise waiting for me, but before I could make it back to the couch, Lissa called out to me from her room, "Uncle Jason? Is that you?"
I exchanged a quizzical glance with Denise, and, daringly, I gave her a wink. Then I turned down the hall out her sight, and poked my head in Lissa's door. "What's up?"
"Get in here," she said, now a much lower voice, close to a whisper. " I moved to the side of her bed, and knelt down. Her room was pretty dark, the only light coming from the hall. I could just make out the brightness of her eyes, and her teeth as she spoke, surrounded by gently seething halo of pitch-dark, wild, curly hair, cradled on her pillow. I waited for her to speak again.
"So are you and mom getting along?" she asked.
"Yes," I said. "Forgiveness is sweet."
She chuckled. "I can't sleep," she explained.
"Ok," I said.
"NOT ok," she corrected, playfully. "I'm tired. But I'm too horny."
"I see," I said. "That can be a problem."
Some silence, but not uncomfortable. Finally, "I'm sorry... about earlier," she said.
"Sorry?" I was genuinely confused. "About what?"
"Uh... groping you."
"You don't have to apologize, darling. If anything, I should apologize."
I saw her blinking, liquid eyes in the near darkness. "Well, I just mean, I shouldn't have done that."
"You should only do what you're comfortable doing, Lissa," I said, firmly. "If you were ok with it, then it's ok you did it. I certainly wasn't offended by it. But you shouldn't feel guilty about anything."
Another pause, then she said, nervously, "I don't think it's guilt... I just think it was, like, going too far."
"Ah. I'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable," I said.
"I just kinda got carried away," she explained.
"Sometimes, when we're really horny, we don't think very clearly. That's why it can be important to have someone you trust around to help you avoid making mistakes. And if I didn't stop you from doing that, and I should have, I'm very sorry."
"I'm starting to understand why Finn says good sex is about rules."
I didn't recall saying that, as Finn, but I supposed he might have. "Two, very different, kinds of rules - rules for keeping and rules for breaking," I elaborated, spontaneously.
"That's too deep for me," complained Lissa. "I'll have to think about it." Then she paused for a short moment, and continued, "About the... me touching you, there?"
"What?"
"I think it was too soon."
"Ok," I answered, simply. Letting her guide the conversation.
She suddenly began to spill, in a kind of stream-of-consciousness, what was running through her mind. It was very erotic, but I was more affected by the level of trust implied in her sharing it with me, with her fears and insecurities included.
"I touched it and all that I could imagine in my mind was that all I had to do was like get on my knees and move two feet and you would be, like, fucking me. It was so exciting and weird and intense all at once. And then I was thinking you might lose control and suddenly go wild and roll on top of me and rape me because of the way I was teasing you, like in one of those creepy stories. And I kept thinking this is my uncle, and my mom is right there. And then at the same time thinking, so this is a penis, and how hot and hard and soft it is, and how I could feel it like pumping to your heartbeat or something. And it was very exciting but I was really scared..."
She trailed off to silence. I was stunned by the amount revealed in this soliloquy, so I only said, "I'm sorry you were scared."
"It's ok it's my own fault I did something I wasn't planning to. I was just... to explain why I think it's too soon."
"I understand. Do we need to stop the game for a while?" I offered. I realized Denise was standing at the door, listening, but I avoided turning back to look toward her in the darkness.
"I really don't want to," she said, with a sigh.
"Well, as you quoted Finn, before, it's about rules. If we keep going, you're the Finn. You make the rules."
I could just make out her nodding head. "Ok. For now, can we have a rule, no touching? Obviously, I was the one who broke the rule... but, so, we need the rule, so I can follow it."
"I'll avoid criticizing your logic, darling. I know you're tired," I joked.
She giggled. "I like it when you call me darling."
"Shall we make that another rule, darling? That I always call you that?"
"Definitely."
"Do you want no touching at all? Or do you mean no sexual touching?" I returned to the subject she'd raised.
"Oh... um, no SEXUAL touching. Definitely. I'd hate if I couldn't get a hug now and then. And I KNOW mom would hate it." I saw her head turn toward her doorway, indicating she knew her mom stood there listening.
"So the rule applies between all three of us?"
"Of course, silly. From now on, all Finn rules have to apply equally to everyone playing. That's OBVIOUS."
"Yes, that's logical," I said. I noted that "Finn" was now an adjective, too. How long before we made him into a verb? "So it's settled. No touching rule. Any other rules?"
"I'll think about it, and we can have a meeting in the morning."
"A meeting?" I laughed. "Very official."
She laughed, and was quiet again, but reached out and grasped my hand. Very softly, she said, "I wish you weren't my uncle."
The tenderness of her touch and tone of her voice belied the message - I was confused. "Huh?" I asked, eloquently.
"Well... if you weren't my uncle, you could marry mom, and be my dad."
"Ohh." I squeezed her hand. "I'm not sure dads are supposed to have the, er, sort of relationship you and I have, darling."
"Why not? And besides... neither are uncles," she giggled. "Especially not perverted, bumpy uncles."
"I love you too, darling," I returned, knowing she was just pulling my chain. I raised her palm to my lips and kissed it tenderly - not lustfully.
"Mmm. Goodnight, Jason."
"Goodnight, Lissa."