Married for the Weekend

by Jean-Luc Cheri

  He shook his head, but seemed to be considering it. “How old would you claim to be?”

  I thought for a moment. “Does Roger know you have a daughter?”

  “Yes.”

  “Does he know how old I am?”

  “No, it’s never come up.”

  “That’s good. So your daughter could be very young. So let’s tell them I’m twenty-nine.”

  “Twenty-nine? No way. No one will believe you’re that old.”

  “Yes they will.”

  “Twenty-five at the most.”

  “Dad, do the math. You’ve been married to Jennifer for ten years. Twenty-five would make you a felon.”

  “Oh yeah. Good point.”

  “Ya think?”

  “This is crazy.”

  I smiled. “Not as crazy as claiming your dead wife is still alive.”

  He stared at me for a long moment. “Do you really think we can do this? I don’t just mean the age thing. Do you really think we can pretend to be a married couple for an entire weekend?”

  I smiled again, meeting his gaze. “Oh yeah. I know we can.”

  Chapter 3

  “I have to pee. Pull off at this rest stop.”

  “You just went a half hour ago.”

  “And I have to go again. After we get off the highway, it’s another forty-five minutes to the resort. I don’t want to be squatting behind a tree because we can’t find a place.”

  He rolled his eyes and put on his turn signal. “Fine. But I have the trip all timed out. So we can’t be wasting too much time.” Less than a minute later, we pulled into a parking spot in front of the rest area building.

  I didn’t really have to pee. Well, I did, but I could’ve waited. My plans were a bit more nefarious.

  We got out of my dad’s BMW and headed inside the building. Once I was in the bathroom, I hurried, wanting to get outside before my dad finished. I was successful and was staring at some vending machines when he exited the bathroom.

  “No snacks,” Dad said. “Dinner at the resort is scheduled for five. That’s only an hour and a half away.”

  “I just want a drink.”

  “Then you’ll have to pee again.”

  “Dad, I’ll be fine.”

  “Do you need some money?”

  “My purse is in the car.”

  He pulled out his wallet and handed me a couple of ones.

  “You want anything?” I asked.

  “No thanks.”

  I put the money in and pushed the button for Diet Coke. The plastic bottle dropped into the slot, as did some change. I pulled the coins out and handed them to him.

  “Keep it,” he said, and began walking towards the exit.

  “Dad?”

  He turned back. “Yeah?”

  “We have to talk.”

  He stared at me. “About what?”

  “You know what.”

  “Ashley, no.”

  “Dad, we’re going to be there in less than an hour. If we don’t do it now, we’re going to look stupid.”

  “We’re not going to look stupid.”

  “Yes, we are. We’re supposed to be a couple happily married for ten years. If Roger is suspicious, he’s going to notice something wrong if we don’t act the parts.”

  “You’re my daughter.”

  “If this is going to work, you’re going to have to stop thinking of me as that.”

  “That’s impossible. You are who you are.”

  I shook my head. “No. For this weekend, I’m Jennifer Crane. Wife of Daniel Crane. And we have to make them believe that, or we’re just wasting our time.”

  “So what are you saying? We have to kiss?”

  “Well, that is expected behavior from married couples. But we don’t have to start out with that.”

  “What do you mean?”

  I set the bottle of soda on the counter and stepped close to him. He looked like he wanted to back up, but didn’t.

  I held my hands up, palms facing him. “Do this,” I said.

  He repeated my action, and I reached out and placed my hands flat against his. Mine seemed so small and soft in comparison, and he flinched slightly from the contact.

  “You look uncomfortable,” I said.

  “I’m fine.”

  “We’ve never been the hugging kind of father and daughter, so I’m just trying to get us used to touching each other.”

  “I said I’m fine.”

  “Good.” I curled my fingers, lacing them into his, and moved closer. The front of my breasts grazed lightly against his chest. He moved back slightly, breaking the contact.

  I moved again, following him. I wasn’t exactly pressing against him, but just a light touch between us.

  “You still fine?” I asked.

  “Yes,” he replied, his voice slightly strained.

  “This isn’t so bad, is it?”

  “It’s just weird, that’s all.”

  “Kiss me.”

  “Ashley.”

  “I’m not Ashley, I’m Jennifer. Kiss your wife.”

  He frowned, then begrudgingly leaned down and kissed me on the forehead.

  I looked up at him. “Seriously?”

  “What? I kissed your mother like that sometimes.”

  “That may be true, but that’s not going to convince anyone we’re married. They’re going to know I’m your daughter if you kiss me that way.”

  A pained expression appeared on his face. “This is hard.”

  “I know. That’s why we have to do it now, so that it becomes easier. Now kiss me.”

  He sighed and seemed to steel himself, then leaned down and kissed me on the lips. It was brief, and more like a peck than a kiss, but it was progress. And his lips were surprisingly soft.

  I smiled. “That’s better.”

  “Are we done?”

  “No. It was better, but it’s still not there. That’s the kind of kiss you’d give an aunt.”

  He gave me a skeptical look. “I’ve never kissed any of my aunts.”

  “Me neither, but you know what I mean. Kiss me again.”

  He stared at me for a moment before leaning down once again. This time, the kiss lasted several seconds before he pulled away. I smiled again, and nodded. “Much better.”

  “Can we go now?”

  “One more. We’re almost there. There’s more to kissing than lips pressing together.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Kiss me.”

  “Last one?”

  “Yes, last one.”

  He leaned down again, and as his lips met mine, I removed my hands from his and slid them up over his shoulders. At the same time, I arched my body into him. I kept our hips apart, but my breasts flattened slightly as our chests pressed together.

  He seemed surprised, and tried to pull back, but I tightened my arms and held him to me. But he lifted his head and broke our kiss.

  “Ashley!”

  I was about to reply when we heard a sound come from behind me. I pulled away from him and quickly turned.

  There was a thirty-something couple standing there, staring at us and looking surprised.

  It was my turn to be surprised a moment later when the guy said, “Daniel?”

  “Um, hello, Aaron,” Dad replied.

  The man looked between me and my dad, a puzzled look coming over his face.

  Dad must’ve noticed it too, because he quickly said, “Aaron, I don’t believe you’ve ever met my wife. This is Jennifer. Jennifer, this is Aaron Osborne, and his wife, Maggie. They’re the owners of Osborne Construction, one of the members of the merger.”

  Aaron looked at me in surprise, and then smiled. He held out his hand. “I had no idea Daniel’s wife was so young. Nice to meet you.”

  I placed my hand in his and shook it.

  His wife cleared her throat as she frowned. “Oh,” Aaron said. “I’d like you to meet my wife, Maggie.”

  I released Aaron’s hand and held mine out to her. “Ni
ce to meet you, Maggie.”

  She gave me a limp squeeze and a half-hearted, “Likewise.”

  Her husband was probably a few years older than my dad, and it was obvious she was upset I was so much younger than her. Tough titties.

  I stepped back beside my dad and slid an arm casually around his waist, smiling at the other couple.

  “So,” Dad said, looking slightly uncomfortable, “you two on your way up to the retreat also?”

  “Of course,” Aaron replied. “We look forward to it every year. We’ve heard rumors he has something special planned for this one.”

  “Special? What does that mean?”

  Aaron shrugged. “Not a clue. But knowing Roger, it’s probably something weird. You know him.”

  Dad nodded. “Yeah.”

  “Well, I’ve got to drain the lizard, Aaron said, “so we’ll see you up there.” He grinned and added, “You two be good now. I’m sure this place is equipped with security cameras, and you don’t want any videos of you screwing ending up on the internet.” He laughed hard at his joke.

  “Aaron!” his wife said, giving him an elbow. But he only laughed harder.

  “Yeah,” Dad said, and I could see the veins bulging on his neck. “Let’s go.” He broke free of my arm as he headed for the exit. Aaron was still laughing as I grabbed my bottle and hurried after my dad.

  When we got back in the car, he started it and backed out of the parking space, then zoomed back onto the highway.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  “That was embarrassing.”

  “Why?”

  “Why? My business associate just saw me making out with my daughter.”

  I shook my head. “No, he didn’t. He saw you making out with your wife.”

  “And that comment about screwing. Can you believe that? How sick.”

  “Dad, would you settle down? This is a good thing. He believed we were married. We pulled it off. And in case you’ve forgotten, married people do screw once in a while. Why wouldn’t he think that?”

  He didn’t reply. Instead he just gripped the steering wheel and frowned.

  I decided not to push it, and relaxed back in my seat, intending on enjoying the rest of the trip by reliving the pleasant memory of my father’s lips upon mine. Oh yeah, this was going to be fun.

  Chapter 4

  “This is nice,” Dad said, as we pulled into the parking lot of the resort.

  I looked up at the building. It was a large, three-story structure that looked like a mountain cabin on steroids. Built completely out of exposed wood beams, each floor was surrounded by balconies that encircled the entire building. I could almost see the testosterone dripping off of it.

  “Yeah, if you’re a guy. How many forests did they chop down to make this thing?”

  He chuckled. “You just don’t know good architecture when you see it.”

  “Um, you do know that’s my major in college, right?”

  He grinned. “Really? I must’ve forgotten.”

  I smiled back. “I’m glad you’re in a better mood.”

  “Yeah, maybe I overreacted at the rest stop.”

  I resisted the urge to gloat, and said, “You ready to do this, hubby?”

  He shook his head. “This is going to be weird.”

  “Just have fun with it. In a few years, we’ll be able to look back and laugh.”

  “I think it’ll be more than a few, but let’s go.”

  We got out of the car and were pulling our luggage from the trunk when a large man came out of the front door of the lodge and down the huge wooden staircase.

  “Daniel!” he said, “Glad you could make it!”

  Dad placed the suitcase on the ground and straightened. “Good afternoon, Roger.”

  So this was Roger. I eyed him critically. He was about the same height as Dad, and just as muscular. I guessed his age to be forty or forty-five, not much older.

  The two men shook hands, and then Roger turned his attention to me. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the elusive Jennifer Crane. Damn glad to meet you. I was beginning to think you didn’t exist.” He laughed loudly.

  “Nice to meet you, Mr. McNair.” I held out my hand.

  He ignored it and stepped into me, grabbing me with his bear-like arms and pulling me in for a tight hug. He smelled like sweat and cigarettes as his chest pressed against me. Mercifully, it didn’t last too long.

  He stepped back but held my hands in his, his eyes making a quick trip down and then back up my body.

  “My, my, my,” he said, “you’re a pretty young thing. You remind me of some of my daughter’s friends at college.”

  I smiled. “I get that a lot. Can you believe I still get carded?” I rolled my eyes. “It’s ridiculous.”

  He laughed heartily. “Well, honey, you can drink as much as you want up here, and I won’t ask for proof of age.” He laughed again.

  “Jennifer,” Dad said, “grab your suitcase and let’s get inside.”

  I reached for it, but Roger beat me to it, snatching up the pink Samsonite case. “I’ll get that for you, Ma’am,” he said, then added, “After you.”

  Dad and I went up the stairs, with Roger following behind. My Spidey Sense was telling me that he was back there staring at my ass, but I didn’t want to look and know for sure.

  We entered the lobby, which had wood floors, walls, and ceilings, and a large, solid-looking, oak check-in desk. Several paintings dominated the walls, all of them woodlands settings and featuring wild animals. I was surprised to see there weren’t any stuffed animal heads staring at me from the walls.

  A resort worker wearing a red flannel shirt greeted us from behind the desk and checked us in, then handed us a set of key cards. “Room 305. Take the stairs up to the third floor and go down the hallway to your right. It’ll be the second door on your left. I hope you enjoy your stay at Laurel Mountain Resort. If there’s anything you need, just ask.

  I was about to mention I needed an elevator, but then decided it’d probably be made out of wood. Yeah, the stairs will do.

  I tried to take my suitcase from Roger, but he was having none of it, and once again followed us up the stairs, my Spidey Sense tingling all the way. When we reached the door marked 305, I used my keycard to open it, then held it open as my dad stepped through.

  Roger tried to do the same, but I stepped in front of him and reached for my suitcase. “Thank you so much, Mr. McNair. I really appreciate it.”

  He let me take it, then said, “This is going to be a very informal weekend, Jennifer. Please call me Roger.”

  I gave him a sweet smile. “I’ll be sure to do that. Roger.”

  “Dinner’s in a half hour down on the first floor. Don’t be late.”

  “We won’t,” I said. “Thanks again.” I grabbed my suitcase and backed into the room, closing the door behind me. When it clicked closed, I turned to see what our living quarters would be like for the next few days.

  Of course, there was wood in every direction I looked. But I had to admit there was a simple elegance to it. Shiny hardwood floors, paneled walls, and an open beam ceiling. A sliding door led out to our personal balcony.

  And the bed was huge. A big, solid oak king-sized four-poster, the mattress sat so high above the floor I’d have to hop up on it. It looked very comfortable.

  Dad was staring at it too.

  “Wonder if they have any rooms with double beds?”

  “Don’t be ridiculous. We’re supposed to be a married couple. We can’t be asking for a room with two beds.”

  “Maybe we could get a rollaway brought in.”

  “No. If you do that, Roger’s going to find out.”

  “Then I’ll sleep on the floor.”

  “Dad, you’re giving me a headache. It’s a huge bed. We’ll both fit.”

  “It wouldn’t be appropriate.”

  I decided to change the subject. “Roger seems like a bit of a creep to me.”

  “Don’t worry about it.
That’s just how he is. He just talks a good game. Underneath, he’s a dedicated family man. That’s why I had to pretend I was married.”

  “You sure? He seemed to be checking me out.”

  “You’re overreacting. You’re a beautiful girl and he commented on it. That doesn’t make him a creep.”

  “Woman.”

  “What?”

  “You called me a girl. It’s going to be weird if you call me that in front of everyone.”

  “Sorry, I still think of you as a girl.”

  “I know, but not this weekend.”

  “Okay, valid point. I’ll try to remember.”

  “I’m going to take a shower before dinner. Do you mind?”

  “No, go ahead.”

  Chapter 5

  I went into the bathroom and stripped down before using the toilet and then jumping into the shower. It had a good, hard spray for a rented room, and I turned the water up hot, enjoying the way it flowed over my body. I made sure not to get my hair wet, since we were so close to dinner.

  My pussy was swollen and wet from the ride with my father – especially after our little escapade at the rest stop.

  Yeah, I’d be considered sick by most of society’s standards. I had the hots for my dad. Well, stepdad, but most people wouldn’t take that distinction into account. They’d call it incest either way.

  It started when I was around sixteen, and I began to notice that all the guys I was attracted to were like my father – tall, muscular, and a bit ornery. I was shocked at first, and tried to deny it to myself. But one day when I was fucking Brandon Jenko in the back seat of his car, I realized I had my eyes closed and was imagining I was with someone else – my dad.

  At first, I was disgusted, and almost pushed Brandon off of me. But then I realized it was just a fantasy, and wasn’t actually real. So I went with it, keeping my eyes closed and opening my thighs wider, accepting Brandon’s thick cock into me. Only, in my mind it wasn’t Brandon’s cock anymore.

  Initially, I felt really weird having these thoughts. I was a pervert and someone was going to find out. But after a while, I calmed down, telling myself nothing could ever happen between my dad and me, so why get upset? It was just thoughts I was having, and thoughts never hurt anyone.