Daddy Made Me Bad

Some desires should never be explored. But one accidental touch in the dark is about to blur every boundary Rita thought she’d never cross. Rita’s POV Ian allowed me to sleep over today. I had just finished having dinner with Mrs Gallagher, Ian’s mother and was now sitting alone in the dining area contemplating what to do next. I can hear an argument coming from Mr and Mrs Gallagher’s room. Ian had told me earlier that they were both in the midst of getting a divorce, I felt sad for them really. Mr Gallagher was a really nice guy. He had these warm eyes that embrace you in a fatherly manner and so did Mrs Gallagher. It was hard to believe such a nice couple still had issues. I stand up to get myself a glass of water. By this time, the sounds coming from upstairs have already died down. Downing the glass of water in a single gulp, I decide to go see Ian who is in his room in hopes of getting a cuddle or two. The Gallaghers abode had this ancient almost medieval feel to it. First off, almost every square inch of the floor was covered in a lush Persian carpet making shoes indoors forbidden. The railings on the stairwells were carved in an antique manner, giving the house an aesthetic edge. I let my feet glide on the soft carpet as I walked up the stairs. I passed by Mr and Mrs Gallagher's room, feeling a soft pang in my chest. I imagine them both laying on their bed back to back arms folded and lips unturned. Exhaling, I walk past and open the door to Ian's room. He is sleeping. I can barely make out the outline of his figure lying face down in his blanket under the dim light coming from the open door. I close the door and walk slowly towards him taking off my shirt. I know I should probably let him sleep, but our relationship was built on such acts of wanton naughtiness. I sit on his bed and place a hand on his back caressing him slowly. I can feel his hard muscles under the blanket. A little harder than usual. “Have you been working out?” I whisper in his ear. No response. Of course there weren’t any, he was asleep and if I wanted to wake him up, I’d have to be more intentional about it. Allowing my hands slide down the curve of his back, I squeeze my hand through his belly and find his groin. Something feels different. He is larger and thicker than I remember. Maybe he is partially excited, I can’t tell. Then he grunts and rolls over. There is a sharp inhale and he shoots up. Oh… No… WHAT THE ACTUAL f**k!? The strands of gray hair and sprinkle of wrinkles explains why Ian felt so strange to touch. He wasn’t Ian. I realize much to my horror that I had just stroked Mr Gallagher. “What’s going on?” Mr Gallagher speaks first, his voice uncertain and confused. I don’t reply…I can’t reply. My voice is locked, I barely manage a croak. “What’s going on Rita?” Mr Gallagher asks again, this time more assertive. “I didn’t…you weren’t…Ian isn’t…” I’m stuttering beyond control, I want to explain this horrid misunderstanding to Mr Gallagher but my voice refuses to bend to my will. His eyes soften slightly, I think he understands what is happening. “Ian stepped out directly after dinner. He’s running the night shift today.” Mr Gallagher is still clearly uncomfortable judging by the uncertainty tainting his voice. “He didn’t tell you?” Mr Gallagher inquires and I shake my head still unable to speak. “I had an argument with my wife.” He sighs. “Turns out she doesn’t like me as much as I thought she did.” Mr Gallagher's eyes are sad. “I decided to hole up in Ian's room seeing as he wouldn’t be needing his bed today.” Mr Gallagher refuses to meet my eye, honestly, I don’t think I can look him in the eye too after what just conspired between us. “I’m sorry about this. I thought Ian was up here and the lights were off so there was no way I could have known.” I’m finally able to speak. Mr Gallagher shakes his head, “not your fault.” he reassures me with a slight smile his head still slightly bowed. “But honestly you’re in good shape for your age.” I joke trying to lighten the awkward mood. Mr Gallagher laughs a little. That awkward laugh that makes whoever hears it cringe. “I was in the army, you know?” He divulges, still refusing to meet my eye. “Really? Ian never told me.” I am honestly surprised. Mr Gallagher has never struck me as the hard man who would fight in the army. “Two tours in Iran? I’m not surprised Ian never told you.” “He and his mom never really liked the fact that I was always away.” His voice drops when he talks about Mrs Gallagher, I can tell his heart is breaking. My mind goes back to Mr Gallagher's body, his years in military service would explain his muscle mass but not how strong and well shaped they were. He must still work out. “Have you tried convincing Ian to work out more often?” I suggest. “Yeah.” Mr Gallagher shrugs. “He’s more obsessed with being able to reach his back when there’s an itch, and it’s his body,” Mr Gallagher shrugs with a slight chuckle on his lips that dies before it escapes. “That’s so Ian,” I laugh. Mr Gallagher laughs, for real this time. “The lazy mutt couldn’t bring himself to lift weights.” “I honestly don’t even know how he’s able to work night shifts.” Mr Gallagher's shirtless body is making me feel weird. Strangely enough, I can’t bring myself to look away. It would seem he was more uncomfortable than I was because his eyes had remained down all this time. I follow his eyes down to the raging b***r in his trousers. He’s still very much…excited.