Cal and Gillian stood in the doorway, nervously waving to Josh, Emily, and Alan. Who knew how well they would be able to keep the secret under possible pressure? Emily had it in the bag, but they didn't know if Josh was weak or not.
Cal slammed the door shut and stared out the window, waiting for the car to pull away. "Is he a good driver?"
"It's been twenty years," Gillian whispered.
"Where's he taking them?"
"Olive Garden or Red Lobster or something."
"He's paying right."
"Well, duh. He's taking them out to dinner."
"How long will they be gone?"
"Couple hours, I guess," she said.
"Will he be nice?"
"I don't know, Cal... Chill out. Stop worrying. Emily can take control if anything happens."
"What's gonna happen?" he asked, worry obvious in his eyes.
"Nothing! I mean just in case something happens!"
He bit his lip and looked at her. "I really don't want Em getting hurt."
"What about Josh?"
"Him too... I just mean... Alan is Josh's dad, so Josh knows what to expect, but what if Alan loses it like he did with you... and he hurts her. She's never had that happen to her."
Gillian smiled and said, "He's not going to hurt her, because she's not going to make him mad. He hurt me because I called him a bastard... I don't think Emily will be calling him that anytime soon."
He returned the smiled and held her neck, running his thumbs across her jaw.
"Dinner?" she asked.
"Dinner," he confirmed. He dropped his hands into hers and pulled her into the kitchen.
"And what do we have for tonight?"
"We have... salad." He scrunched his face up. "Chicken Parmesan." He shrugged. "And some yummy garlic bread."
"That'll do." He pulled out a chair for her and then sat down.
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Josh and Emily awkwardly sat in the back of the car, glancing around as they drove to whatever resturaunt they were going to. "What do you think they're doing?" Josh whispered.
Emily looked at him and shrugged. "Having dinner? Gill was making him dinner so... I suspect that's what they're doing."
Josh nodded and took a deep breath. "So... we're not actually related..."
"Save it." She gave him a warning look and looked out the window again.
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"I think we can pull this off... as long as Zoe doesn't try to pull anything else."
"Maybe she'll let it be..." Gillian whispered.
He nodded and said, "She won't tell Alec... right?"
"Oh, dear God, I hope not..." she said, her eyes getting wide.
He smiled and said, "That would be interesting..."
"Wow... It's already been an hour and a half," Gillian said, looking towards her watch.
"C'mon over here, love. I wanna show you something."
She rolled her eyes and walked over to him. "What?"
He started at her knees and ran his hands up her legs and stopped at her hips. He slipped his fingers into the beltloops and pulled her down onto his lap.
"Whoa," she said witha smile. She kneeled on his legs, her knees pressed to his lower chest. Laying her hands on the color of his shirt, she leaned forward and asked, "What did you want to show me?"
He smiled at her warm breath on his lips. His hands slid up her sides and lightly brushed her hidden breasts before they ran into her hair and pulled her down until their lips were touching.
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"Thanks for dinner," Emily said with a smile, picking at the last of her food.
Alan smiled and said, "No problem. Josh... what'd you think?"
"It was gross," he whispered.
"Excuse me?"
"It was gross. I think I made that pretty clear." Josh smiled and pushed his plate away from him. "I didn't like it."
"Well... I'm... uh, sorry to hear that," Alan said, frowning.
Emily nudged Josh and cleared her throat. "So...um... Should we go?"
"Nah, not yet," Josh said. "Dad, I need to talk to you."
"About what, son?"
"Well... I heard you and Gill and Cal-"
"Alec," Emily hissed.
"Yeah, that's what I meant. I heard you guys fighting the other night."
Alan had a confused look from the name mix-up, but then he actually heard what Josh said. "What'd you hear exactly?"
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She pushed his t-shirt over his head and started kissing his chest.
He stood up, picking her up as well.
He leaned against the counter and she wrapped her legs around his waist, smiling at his hands in the back pockets of her jeans.
She ran her hands into his hair and pulled his head down.
She pressed her tongue against his lips, requesting entrace. He opened his mouth slightly, loving the feeling of her tongue brushing past his lips.
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"I heard her scream... Alec yelling at you about not being any different than before."
Alan breathed heavily and tightened his jaw. "Josh, that was nothing."
"You hurt her, dad."
Emily looked between them curiously. She hadn't heard any of this.
"I... Josh, it wasn't intentional."
"Well, I don't think you would intentionally push her around."
Alan frowned. "Don't worry about it."
"How can I not worry about it? You have an abusive past and then you get abusive with you daughter from that past and you tell me to just let it go?"
"Yes..."
"You can't seriously expect me to do that."
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He leaned back and unbuttoned her jeans. "C'mon... we're going upstairs, love," he whispered, readjusting her around his waist. He then walked upstairs, continuing to lay kisses down her neck and across her collarbone.
They stumbled into his room and he dropped her onto the bed. He crawled onto the bed and straddled her, but not before pushing her jeans down her long legs.
She jumped when her grabbed the inside of her thigh and ran his fingers higher up her legs.
Her fingers slipped around the button of his jeans until she got it undone. She pushed his jeans down and ran her hands up his legs.
He jumped when she grabbed his ass and laughed slightly. He ran his hands up her shirt and went to her back, unstrapping her bra.
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"Holy crap, calm down!" Alan yelled.
Emily pushed them both from the resturaunt and apologized to the waitress. "Don't worry about me," she mumbled. "I paid for our dinner."
"You hurt her! How can I believe that you won't hurt me?"
"Josh, it's not like that!"
"How about I drive?" Emily suggested.
"Gramps, you're in the front with me. Josh, you're in the back." She got into the car and started it up.
"What do you mean 'it's not like that'? I can't trust you!"
"Josh!"
.:.
He pushed her shirt over her head and pulled her bra the rest of the way off.
She moaned when he began groping her uncontrollably.
She unbuttoned her jeans and kicked them off.
.:.
"Stop fighting!" Emily yelled, trying to not get distracted as she drove.
Alan tightened his jaw and sat back against his seat.
"I can't believe-"
"Shut up, Josh," Alan hissed.
"Ok... really?" Emily asked. "Do you have to be so mean?"
"Drive. Get us home right now. Josh, you go straight to your room when we get back."
"I'm not going to do whatever you tell me... you're a jerk to me! And you hurt my sister!"
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She yanked his boxers down his legs and pushed them off and he pulled off her panties.
He positioned himself and then stopped. "Do we need a condom?" he asked.
"I can't get pregnant anyway," she laughed, grabbing his hips.
"Right..." He thought for a minute and then thrusted forward.
She screamed and dug her nails into his chest. "Harder!" she yelled.
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Emily looked over at Alan, held back by a redlight. "You're being a jerk."
"Who the hel are you to tell me that?" he asked angrily.
"The driver. You daughter's child..."
He crossed his arms over his chest, holding himself back before he hurt somebody else.
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She held her mouth open, moaning and arching her back. "Holy... Cal!" she yelled.
He winced slightly at her nails clinging to his chest. He thrusted forward again, causing the headboad smash into the wall.
She gasped, overcome with pleasure. "Oh..." she moaned.
She ran her hands into his hair and pulled him down, making out with him as he thrusted again. "Dammit, Cal," she said, her voice filled with lust.
He smiled through the kissing and shoved her forward again.
She ran her hands down his chest and grabbed him.
"Oh..." he groaned. It was his turn to get aroused. "Oh, God... oh, dear God..."
She fondled him and rolled over so she was on top.
He ran his hands up her thighs and moaned loudly.
His hands found their way up her stomach and to her breasts. "Oh, God, they're perfect," he gasped, running his hands to her neck and pulling her down, finding the chance to kiss her again.
She continued messing with him, causing him to buck forward and shout. "Hand job... dear God, a hand job." He grabbed her hands and pushed them away. "That's too much, love..."
"God forbid that I might please you too much," she said with a smile. Running her hands back up his chest, she held his face and kissed him again.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" Emily screamed, slamming the front door shut.
Cal moaned loudly and his eyes got wide.
Gillian muffled the moan by throwing her hand over his mouth. "Sh..." she whispered.
He gasped for air, overwhelmed by arousal. "Dammit, Gill," he whispered, his pupils fully dilated.
He pushed her from his lap and rolled onto the floor. He crawled over to the door and quietly locked it.
"What do you mean?" Alan yelled back.
"He's pissed at you for getting all abusive with his sister you're angry with HIM? WHY?" she asked loudly.
Cal got back onto the bed and grabbed Gillian around the waist. "We're safe."
"Not if you keep moaning so loud like you have been," she said with a smile.
"Well, I can't help it, darling. Shouldn't you be happy that you're making me moan that loud?" he asked, laying a kiss right above her breast.
"No, stop it." She pushed on his chest. "Don't... they're back."
"Who cares?"
"Didn't you make a deal with Josh?"
"We won't go that far, then."
"It's hard to not go that far when we're both completely naked," she whispered.
He fell back onto his pillow and took a deep breath. He glanced over at her and practically groped her with his eyes.
"Cal, stop..." She pushed his face away and pulled a sheet over her chest.
He laughed and dug under the sheet ad grabbed her leg.
She jumped and slapped his arm. "Seriously, Cal..." she whispered, laughing. "Cut it out."
He squeezed her leg a little higher and she yelped.
"Stop!" she hissed, slipping from the bed. "Cal... they're yelling."
"Your point being?"
"Go fix it."
He rolled his eyes and rolled out of the bed. "Alright... alright." He pulled his jeans on and pulled his shirt over his head. "Fix my sex hair, love."
She smiled and ran her hands through his hair. "What about your boxers?"
"I'll just go commando." He winked and stepped back. "Do I look less... sexy?"
"Oh, you're the same amount of sexy," she whispered, kissing his cheek. "You're hair looks fine, though. Now go figure out what's going on down there."
He rolled his shoulders and opened the door.
Standing at the top of the stairs, he listened closely.
"Go to your room, Josh."
"Sorry... that's a guest room... my room isn't here!" Josh said happily.
"Go to your fuckin' guest room!"
"Watch the language!" Emily yelled.
"You're seventeen," Alan whispered.
Cal slowly walked down the stairs and stepped into the kitchen, praying that there wouldn't be a repeat of the other night.
"That's correct... what's your point?"
"I can swear if I want to!"
"Dad, stop. I thought tonight was supposed to make us like you."
Alan tightened his jaw and whispered, "It was...until you brought the other night's shit up!"
"It's not shit... it obviously matters! You hurt her, dad! I heard it all happen and you want me to treat it like nothing!"
"Go upstairs."
Cal crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Alan curiously. "Don't lose it," he said.
Emily, Josh, and Alan all spun around and stared at Cal. "When the hell did you get there?" Josh asked.
"Been here for about five minutes... I was sleeping when you busted in all angy and what not."
Emily looked at the ground and whispered, "Sorry."
Cal shrugged and walked over to Alan. "What's up? You look a little angry..."
Alan crossed his arms over his chest and took a deep breath. "Nothing. I'm fine."
"I think you're starting to lose it... and I'll just let you know... if you lay a finger on my daughter... or my brother-in-law... you should just know that I have a buddy in the FBI. A little cop friend... plenty of people that could get you in jail in no time."
He cleared his throat and said, "Josh... go to the room."
"No."
"Go before I do lose it."
"Go ahead... lose it... I'm not scared of you."
Alan stepped towards Josh, but Cal whistled. "I wouldn't do that if I were you..."
"Shut up... please."
"THis is my house and I don't want anyone getting hurt. Why don't we all just go to our designated rooms, yeah?" Cal suggested.
Emily had a look of innocent weariness and nodded. "Yes. I'm tired. Goodnight, dad."
"No..." He grabbed Emily's elbow and pushed her towards the table. "You stay here."
"Why?"
"I need to talk to you."
Josh sighed dramatically and walked to the stairs. "Alright... I'm going to bed."
"Good." Cal nodded towards the stairs and walked to Alan. "Goodnight. You need... anger management or something."
Alan angrily shook his head and hissed, "Goodnight. Where's Gill?"
"She's really sick and has been puking ever since you left."
"Oh my gosh, really?" Alan asked.
"No... it was a joke."
"Why kind of joke is that?"
Cal shrugged and waved towards the stairs. "Adios."
"Night."
Once Alan disappeared into his room, Cal took a seat at te able. "Fill me in on tonight's festivities."
"It started off fine... and then I thanked him for dinner and Josh got all crabby and brought up what happened 'the other night' which I know nothing about and it's really frustrating me."
"Gill and Alan got in a fight, Alan grabbed Gill, pushed her around a bit and made her scream and... apparently Josh heard it all."
She nodded, finally undestanding. "Well, Josh got all angry about it and Alan insisted that it was nothing to worry about, but Josh refused to allow that. And then I ended up trying to be a mediator and drove home..."
"You had to drive home?"
"That's correct," Emily whispered. "I'm tired. Goodnight."
He smiled and rubbed her arm.
"Wait," she said before leaving. "What went on here?"
"Nothing," he said, itching his head.
"Well that's a lie, but I'm tired, so I'm gonna let it slide..." She gave him a hug and whispered, "Thanks for saving the day. G'night and I love you."
He smiled and patted her back. "No prob, love. I love you too."
He sighed and rolled his fingers on the table, watching Emily run upstairs.
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"Thanks," Gillian whispered as Cal crawled back into bed.
"Well... you're dad is kind of a jerk."
She bit her lip and nodded. "I'm sorry... He's a pain."
"It's alright. Emily got everything figured out."
"My family is so jacky!" she whispeed, laughing.
"Tonight was lovely. Thanks for dinner... and well... desert." He winked and shared a sweet kiss with her. "Good night, love."
While he was gone she had changed into pajamas and made the bed. "I love you," she whispered, pulling the blanket up to her neck.
He thought for a moment and said, "I love you too, darling."
A/N: Um... so what'd you think? And thanks for reading. And I'm not big on writing sex scenes...sooo. :)