We finished our breakfast and I helped him clear the table. We washed dishes side by side, him scrubbing and me drying. I wiped down the table as he put the dishes away as the looming deadline of my leaving crept up on us. Soon, there would be nothing else for either of us to do and I would have to leave his cabin.
“You drive safe, okay? And you can come back anytime you want,” Travis said.
“I know. I’ll be back soon. I just… have things I have to straighten out there
. I can’t just abandon my family. An adult doesn’t do that.”
“No,” he said. “No, they don’t. Just keep yourself safe. Guard yourself. Don’t let yourself slip.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
I stood there on his porch, debating on what to do next. The tension was palpable between us. I could see it rising his cock. It started to press against his pajama pants, tenting them slightly as my nipples puckered. I wanted to press my hands into his bare chest and slam him to the floor. I wanted to connect my lips with his and taste the sweetness of his coffee-tainted breath.
But I knew I had to get home. I knew I still had unfinished business.
“Talk to you later,” I said as I turned to go.
Travis, however, reached out for my arm and twirled me back around. Our lips collided together as he pulled me close, my hands pressing into the beauty of his skin. They snaked around his neck, my back arching my body into him as our tongues wrapped together. I shook in his arms as my knees grew weak, his body holding me up when I could no longer hold my own weight.
The kiss left me breathlessly as he sat me back down onto my feet.
“Drive safe,” Travis said.
The entire ride home, I thought of him. Of that kiss. Of his body. Of the way it was so easy to talk with him. I smiled at the memories we had created as I pulled up into my home, but the presence of my parents on the porch poured dread over my entire body. I saw my brothers standing at the window, gazing out over the spectacle with worry and anger boiling over their faces.
Something had happened.
Something had taken place while I was gone.
I got out of the car while it was still running and approached my parents on the porch. My mother had her eyes pointed to her feet as my father’s eyes penetrated to my soul. I reached out for my mother, wanting to take her hand just so she would look at me.
I’d seen this a few times before, and I knew it wasn’t going to be good. No matter what was about to happen, my mother was wracked with guilt.
The last time I saw her like this was when my father had denied me the right to a proper education in favor of getting me to date and marry the first time.
“Since you already have your bags packed and in your car, then this will be quick,” my father said.
“What will be quick?” I asked.
“I’m not sure what in the world has gotten into you, but I know someone who can sort it out. My sister does wonders for the women in our family. I’ve placed a call to her.”
“You called Aunt Myrtle?” I asked.
“She’s expecting you,” he said. “The family is headed back to Seattle in a few days, but you will be heading to Spokane.”
“I’m not going to Aunt Myrtle’s,” I said.
“Well, you’re most certainly not coming home with us. My sister will be able to figure out what in the world has gotten into my beautiful daughter, and when she corrects it, she will send you home.”
“There’s nothing to be corrected. You’re just pissed that I have my own free will and I’m finally discovering it.”
“That is enough. I am your father and those clothes on your back are mine. I have provided you with everything. A home. A room. Food. An education. Suitable men who could’ve loved you had you given them the chance and the ability to free yourself of the working class. I gave you a life of ease and luxury, and it turned you into a petulant, selfish child.”
“There’s no need for name calling,” my mother said.
“You will do well to stay silent during this,” my father said. “Part of this lies on your shoulders. On how you were so hell bent on shielding her from me when I could’ve corrected this before it ever escalated to this point. You failed your daughter. I suggest you start coping with that.”
“You don’t get to talk to her that way, she has nothing to do with this,” I said.