The Meal

Note: this will be a three part series titled The Meal, The Wedding, and The Family.

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Despite my father's calm and relaxed demeanour, the persistent drumming of his fingers on the table top says otherwise. His digits thunder down rhythmically onto the oak surface endlessly travelling along the grain. I know how important this evening is to him and for him to be nervous is understandable.

Together we wait in the vibrant ambience of this evening's restaurant surrounded by people happily dining. With its red décor accented by flecks of orange, the dining room holds the light and warmth absent from the fleeting days of autumn outside. The collective hum of people chatting, nattering, gossiping, and gabbing is all I can hear as we sit in silence, with our own conversations having long since ended.

Francesca, a young woman dressed in the wait staff's smart white blouse and black trousers, stops at our table to check to see if we need any more drinks, which we don't. Before she leaves, I notice Francesca glance to the three empty places at our table, as she picks up the four empty glasses and heads off to her other patrons.

"They're late," I observe stating the obvious. The attention of this evening's only other present guest returns to the table and away from the window that he had been watching religiously. My father looks older than the middle aged man he is when anxious. When he is thinking too much he frowns and his wrinkles appear more pronounced, his blue eyes and skin seem paler, and the flecks of grey in his mostly black hair become seemingly more apparent.

"Uh huh," he responds blindly. With such stellar conversation this evening is going to be a long one. Perhaps realising his lack of any real response he replies again with more. "Adam, they won't be much longer," and with a slight grin adds, "I can't wait for you to meet them." The 'them' he is referring to is his girlfriend Nadia's two daughters.

I had been introduced to Nadia a few months into their relationship, but this would be the first time I would meet her children. I knew very little about them except that Tabitha, the eldest, is the same age that as I am, 23, while Tallulah, her younger sister, has only just turned 18. Nadia and I got along well and they are perfect for each other. The pair met at the local gym where she works as a personal trainer.

Nadia is a few years younger than my father, but looks deceptively youthful and, with her dark skin, attractive features, and fit body from her line of work, looks very good for her age. However, more importantly she brought out the best in my father and they loved spending time together. He took up new hobbies with her, they liked to joke around, and after years without company, following my mother leaving, her love brought back his smile. Therefore, if her children were anything like their mother I am sure we would all get along brilliantly, but he still worries. With things getting more serious between my father and Nadia this is in many ways I imagine is a test to see how our potential 'family' would work out, and that is why we are sitting in this upmarket restaurant this Saturday evening.

Much drumming, subtle looks to our table from Francesca, and silent conversations later the trio arrive, sauntering in together. All three wear evening dresses which swish and sway as they walk towards our table, mother flanked by her two daughters. I marvel at their dresses as they are all dressed elegantly, but so differently. Nadia is dressed in a demur ankle length yellow dress that breathes sophistication. Her daughters wear shorter knee length cocktail dresses. The younger looking of the women wears an elegant green dress oriental in its style with a high neckline and no sleeves, which, with this in mind, perhaps would be better descried as jade in colour. Her older sister has slipped on a red strapped number, which instantly causes Lady in Red to come into my head, which accentuates her features and fits nicely.

Tabitha and Tallulah are gorgeous and turn the heads of many men as they walk past their tables. They both have dark hairs like their mother, but instead of in a bun, like Nadia's, they chose to wear theirs loose, curled, and in the same style. The young women's' hair stopped just past their shoulders and looked even darker against their lighter brown flesh tone. As they approach I feel myself claw at the collar of my dress shirt. I feel my cheeks flush red and my suit starts to feel hotter. This is not the first time I had seen a pair of beautiful women and my sudden rise in temperature did not come from this. At first I hadn't been sure, but as they came closer my eyes confirmed what my mind had feared. I have slept with the woman in the red dress.

Almost a year ago I had been at a bar near my office called 'The Nightjar'. I was unwinding after a long stressful week and happened to end up in a conversation with the stunning women sitting next to me. We shared a good too many drinks and a sombre evening became a fun one, and one that ended with us tearing off each other's clothes. It was one of the most memorable encounters I have had in which she never asked for my name and I never asked for hers. Something about the mystery of two strangers made everything so much sweeter. That night was the best sex that I had ever had and we did things that I had never experienced before. The next morning she had left without a trace, and I was left only with memories. Still to this day, on nights when I am alone and feel the insatiable desire to have a release, I think of that night and the woman on the arm of my father's girlfriend.

Being the gentlemen we are my father and I rise to greet the ladies and I see his frown replaced by a grin. Happiness brings colour to his cheeks, seemingly smooths away his wrinkles, and disguises his greys.

"I am so sorry we are late David my love," Nadia greets my father with a kiss, "but thankfully we are here now and finally all together." Turning to me she smiles and, as she leans in to kiss my cheek, I catch a nose full of her pleasantly flowery perfume, "it is wonderful to see you again Adam."

"Hello my dear and hello you two," my father says, "I think some introductions are in order. Adam I would like you to meet Tabitha and Tallulah Nadia's daughters." He gestured towards Tabitha, in the red dress, and Tallulah in the green.

Awkwardly, I extend my hand to Tabitha all the while knowing this is not the first time we have met. I remember her face, her sharp cheek bones, cute noise, and plump lips with every second. "Pleased to meet you" I manage to say and she returns the sentiment as she takes my hand. Her nails are painted to coordinate with her dress, but have are darker and in my mind have an almost more sensual tone.

The sight of her hand sends a ripple through my mind. A forgotten memory from that night of passion dislodges from the depths of my subconscious and flashes into my head, as I feel her skin against mine once again. The woman from the bar and I are naked together in my bed side by side with the covers pushed back to our feet. I am looking down and watching her hand pumping up and down my slick cock with firm and precise movements. She moves with purpose and intention- to pleasure. She speeds up, and then tantrically right down almost to a halt, twists, tugs, tickles, and teases. I turn my head and suddenly become transfixed by her chest softly jiggling with the movement of her arm. Her breasts are perky and her dark nipples stand erect as she toys with me. My eyes continue to pan across and reach her beautiful brown eyes, and then I am suddenly aware that I am looking into those very same eyes again and still shaking her hand. I blush and look down and think "Does she remember too?"

Thoughts begin to form within thoughts until Tallulah steps forward next to her sister. "Hello Adam" she says cheerfully and we also shake hands, "it is lovely to finally meet you." Nadia's youngest is almost a spitting image of her mother with similar features like her broad smile and dimples. She looks so young, but seems very confident and polite, and I return her kindness.

With the introductions finished we take our seats and Francesca returns to welcome our full party, finally she must be thinking, and take our orders. Somehow I end up with Tabitha and Tallulah on either side of me and I feel myself start to sweat. I haven't felt this awkward since… let's not think about that memory. Along with my meal of Sicilian spaghetti alla Norma I order a glass of red wine and hope the alcohol will steady my nerves for what this evening conjured up, or at the very least dull my memories.

"Red for me too I think" Tabitha follows suit and smiles politely when she sees me looking at her aimlessly.

My father and Nadia start catching up, talking about their latest hobby- rock climbing. "David you were natural I couldn't believe it. You left me behind so quickly! It was so much fun though wasn't it? We have to do it again."

"Definitely, though maybe next time you can climb ahead of me so I have a nice view" Nadia laughed and, giving him a cheeky look, slapped his leg.

I cringe and see similar reactions from the two young ladies beside me. Our parents try their best to start conversations with the whole table, but soon are chatting away to each other like schoolgirls and leave the three of us to talk amongst ourselves. Thankfully, our food arrives quickly and in my mind at least provides an excuse to avoid major conversation and we engage only in minor pleasantries while we eat. The downside of this though is that I am left alone with my thoughts which are currently panicking about Tabitha. Inside my head I ramble to myself, "Maybe it isn't her? What am I talking about it is definitely her! She looks so calm I don't think she remembers. Is it a good thing that she doesn't remember?"

Midway through my pasta, out of the corner of my eye I spot Tabitha subtly suck the tip of her finger to clean off some creamy sauce that had dripped down from her fork. Once again a memory comes rushing back. This time we are in the backseat of a taxi heading back from The Nightjar. My head is slumped onto my chest and my arms wide and behind the backseat headrests. It is dark and the only light comes from the red glow of the meter and the street lights sporadically filtering in as we pass. Tabitha's head is resting on my leg. In the dark I can just make out her looking up at me with the type of smirk on her face of a person that is about to do something bad. Almost on cue her nimble fingers silently unbuckle my belt, my trousers are dragged partly down, and she pulls my cock out, which stands tall resting against her cheek. Her tongue creeps out and delicately licks the tip. She covers her mouth as she suppresses a laugh at her own naughtiness and looks behind her to see if the driver was paying attention to us. His eyes remain on the road though I know he is aware. I remember the feel of the cold air on my erection made stronger by the line of wetness she had just drawn. Tabitha turns back to me, repositions slightly, and her lips then close around my cock and she begins to descend down my length. The memory of that magical sensation begins to flood my mind until moments later I am sharply brought back to reality by a question from Nadia.

"Was it good?"

"Wwhat?" I stumble on my words.

"In your own world a bit Adam? Did you enjoy your food?"

"Yes, thank you Nadia." I breathe out letting loose the pent up air in my chest. I am stressed out and these memories are not helping, only making me feel more awkward. There is a stirring in my underwear as my body relishes the thoughts about the pretty woman beside me though. Francesca passes our table and I go to order another glass of wine until Tabitha interjects.

"How about we make that a bottle? I think I could do with another too." Francesca nods and returns soon after bottle in hand.

On her mother's orders, Tallulah is not allowed even the smallest of glasses of wine, yet she still leads a toast with her water in hand. "To two families meeting and spending time together." A short, simple, and well said toast if I do say so myself. Our glasses clink one by one and with that done I see off my drink with two large gulps. The encroaching haziness is good- it takes away the awkwardness I feel. Soon I come to realise that one way to avoid talking to Tabitha, and facing the realities of our situation, is to engage in conversation with her younger sister.

"So I heard you've just turned 18? You must be happy now you're finally an adult?" I ask.

"I guess, nothing really feels different just now it seems like I have more responsibilities"

I chuckled at that, "just you wait till you're older."

Tallulah regales me with her plans for the future now she is at an age where big decisions are made. She is hoping to study music at University, as she plays the flute and has a talent for music, at least she says. "Perhaps even spend a year abroad as that would be amazing!" Before too long I start to realise that my glass has been empty a good while and I am starting to feel anxious again. I recognise it is not normal to be masking nerves with wine, but tonight has hardly been normal either.

"Would you pass the bottle please Tabitha?" I ask, feeling confident enough to address her directly now a few glasses in.

"Of course," she replies and passes me the bottle, however, as she does her elbow catches her knife and knocks it to the floor, "oops, I guess the wine is kicking in" she says with an all too familiar giggle. I watch as she scoots around on her chair so that her back faces me and leans over to retrieve her cutlery. The material of her dress stretches and I see the outline of her panties beneath. Once again I am reminded of that night we spent together, as I knew she also had hidden beneath that dress a tattoo of a lotus flower on her lower back.

A scene plays in my mind without my choice. There we are in my living room and Tabitha is bent over the arm of my sofa with her feet dangling just above the ground. I am taking into her from behind, plunging my cock into her while I grasp her hips either side of her tattoo to pull myself deeper inside. Her shapely rear bounces with each impact and she lets out a continuous groan that grows loader each with every thrust. Looking back at me demands "harder Daddy, harder!" and I oblige. I run my hand down her lower back tracing her tattoo then spank her, "oh!" Tabitha exclaimed in both the memory and the present as she almost falls off her chair.

Instinctively, I grab her waist to stop her from falling and she remains on the chair, regains her balance, and sits back up. My hands are still on her side and I feel a tingling sensation through her skin, up my arms, and into my body. A feeling inside me commands me in that moment, "kiss her" and for a brief moment I give in and edge closer, until I snap to my senses. Tabitha looks at my hands still on her body, blushes, and looks at me. In her eyes I see a flash of something and then she looks away and I realise that I had done the same when we had first met.

The wine, the memories, and the company were all getting to me and I needed a break. I rise and excuse myself, fleeing to the bathroom with a slight hunch due to the fledgling erection that had been growing every time I unwittingly reminisced. Inside the bathroom I plant my hands on the marble counter of the sink and stare into the mirror looking back at myself. I need to tell my father before this gets out of hand. Nadia is a perfect for him, but what if they get married and we become a family? I will have fucked my step sister!

After dallying far too long I take a deep breath bracing myself and leave my refuge. As I walk back over to our table I try to gesture to my father that I need a word, instead he beckons me over to sit. "Adam! I am glad you are back as I need my nearest and dearest here for this," my father is slightly merry from the wine like we all are. "I hadn't planned on doing this today, but something about this evening just seems right."

I try to interject "Dad can I speak to you quickly?"

"No, no, no, there is something I need to do just a minute my sweet boy," and then he stands up and turns to Nadia… and gets down on one knee. My eyes widen and I am not the only one as one by one we come to realise what is happening. My mouth becomes dry. "Nadia, you make me so happy like I never thought I could be." I look to Tallulah whose face is a picture of happiness and then to Tabitha whose expression is harder to read. "From the moment I met you I knew that I loved you and wanted you to be happy always. We've been together for a little over a year, but I already know I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

"Oh David," Nadia whispers with tears forming.

From his jacket pocket my father produces a small black box, opens it, and presents it to her. Inside is a silver ring adorned with a diamond and two sapphires either side. "Will you make me the happiest man in the world and do me the honour of becoming my wife in front of all of our children. Marry me so that we can be together and never apart?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Nadia shouts and jumps up to leap into my father's arms. Both Tabitha and Tallulah both burst into tears at the tender moment and even I feel moved by my father's words. The restaurant bursts into a round of applause when the other guests and staff realise what is happening.

Tallulah wraps her arms around me in celebration and shouts "Wooo! Tabbycat we have a brother!"

"And I now have two sisters" I reply less enthusiastically in a state of shock and look to Tabitha.

"My brother…" she is mumbles as she looks back at me.

The rest of the evening became a blur with flashes of momentary consciousness, as I soon after finished off the bottle of wine. Playing the part of the good son I congratulated my father and Nadia showering them both with praise about how perfect they were for one another. Much of the night was spent with Tallulah, giddy with excitement, chatting to me. How I managed to keep pace with the conversation in my then heavily drunken state I do not know. I could barely look at Tabitha after that due to fear I would let slip our secret. She too wished the happy couple all the best, but refrained from saying much to me.

As the evening came to a close the newly engaged couple were a picture of premarital bliss and could barely keep their hands to themselves. The sight of Nadia's hand resting high on my father's inner thigh and his hand sliding down her back only barely stopping at her lower back brought floods of thoughts back. I found myself cringing at my own mind as, unrestricted by the sways of alcohol, bad ideas came into my head. "I wonder what it would be like to fuck Tabitha again now she is my sister?" to which my mind replied "we should find out." For what felt like the hundredth time that evening I felt my cheeks redden at my carnal thoughts.

With the meal over and the bill settled we prepared to leave and bring an end to the evening. Coats buttoned up, we thanked our waitress, whose name I could no longer remember, and headed off. Before the door softly slotted into the frame I could have sworn we were still inside as the hubbub could still be heard clearly in the bracing cold.

None of us had driven so we stood close as we waited for our taxis to arrive, "following the principles of the penguin" I thought to myself. The cars rolled up in unison and we said our goodbyes one by one. To my father and Nadia, who were heading back together, I heaped on more congratulations and wished them a goodnight. We all knew what they were going to get up to. Tallulah hugged me and expressed again how nice to finally meet and how wonderful she thought it was that we would soon be a big happy family. Tabitha and I seemed at a loss about what exactly to do. I think she sensed how uncomfortable I had been throughout our meal, but maybe she knew why- still I could not figure her out. We too shared a hug, though lasting no more than a second and our lower bodies remained at a generous distance.

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