Family Secrets by Moon Lightwood

shouldn't be doing what he was
doing, that it was truly bad, but he also hadn't wanted to
stop.
    To Luke at that time, Brittney was fresh,
young, something he'd been missing, and she'd squirt constantly
while serving him hot pussy all over their house. They fucked on
the living room sofa, on the living room floor, on the ottoman, the
kitchen floor; he'd done her doggystyle as she'd balanced herself
against the dining room table. They'd done it in both bathrooms as
they'd taken showers. Running a routine errand with him one morning
during the summer, he and Brittney had ended up on a deserted road,
fucking in the front seat; another time they'd ended up in the back
seat of his car at night when he'd feigned sickness at work and had
taken a few hours off to be with her because he'd been as horny as
a teenager.
    He wasn't exactly sure when Susan had found
out—meaning he couldn't have pinpointed an exact date on the
calendar—but eventually she had. Not that she had confronted him on
the matter, not directly anyway. By that time, Luke figured they'd
all accumulated too many skeletons in their closets to throw any
dirt in one another's faces. They had all gone too far down the
roads of debauchery to turn back and it was obvious to Luke, and it
was apparently obvious to Susan as well.
    Once Luke and Brittney started having sex
sometimes four and five times a week—and sometimes multiple times a
day, same as things had been between her and Scott—Luke and Susan
had stopped having sex with one another completely. They were, in
actuality, only occasional bedmates that didn't mind sharing a top
mattress when one of them was too wiped to take one of the couches
downstairs.
    What Luke and Brittney had had gone on for
nearly two years, but in the back of Luke's mind, he'd always known
there would be a reckoning, it had only been a matter of when.
    When Brittney had started applying to
colleges, he'd thought she'd choose a university far away. But much
to his surprise—and delight—she'd chosen a small college only
twenty minutes from home, and most times, she and Luke got motel
rooms during the week whenever he could, or she'd come back home to
"visit."
    The fact that Brittney hadn't gone away to
another school—a better school—nagged at him sometimes. She'd had
the grades and the SAT scores to go off somewhere decent, not to
mention she'd had enough scholarships and grants to pay for the
bulk of her tuition without having to get a job during her freshman
or sophomore years of school, yet she hadn't. Nor had they talked
about it. Luke admired the fact that regardless of the home life
Brittney had had, she'd still managed to keep her head, and
maintain good grades and study habits. He was amazed really.
    She's amazing , his voice of reason had
piped in more than once over the duration of his and Brittney's
affair. She's still a good girl and a good person regardless of
some of the things she's done. She still has a chance at a normal
life—if you let her go. Do it, Luke. Let the girl go so she can
have a decent life .
    But Luke had only shaken his head sadly
against the inner monologue only he could hear. He couldn't let
her. He wouldn't. He had his own reasons, a multitude of reasons
why he didn't want to let her out of his life. And one of the
things that he didn't want to admit even to himself was that if she
left him for good, it would break his heart in some irreparable
way, and he didn't think he'd ever recover.
    You're a selfish bastard, and that's all
right , the snake-like voice had crooned, pushing his inner
voice of logic to the side. The snake voice had gotten intensely
stronger, much to Luke's chagrin. He also thought that if Brittney
went away, that snake voice would probably overtake his own true
voice—and then where would he be? Where would he end up when it was
all said and done? It's not just great sex you keep the girl
around for, Luke-y. You fell in love with her. But…you were meant
to stay in love with