I went to visit my parents this year for Thanksgiving, pretty typical American style holiday excursion. I packed up my wife and the twins and headed out Wednesday night on a five hour trip back to the place where I grew up. Needless to say, by the time we got to my parents' house, we were all pretty exhausted. My wife and I unpacked the car, and as she put the **** to bed, my *** came up to me.
"***, we need to talk. Tomorrow for dinner we're going to be having someone else over."
Well, yeah, duh, my ****** and her fiance, right? Well, yeah, them plus someone else.
My ****** sat me down and went on to explain to me that my ******, my other ******, was coming to visit.
But wait, I didn't have another ******?
Wrong.
Turns out my ****** had an affair when I was really young and I have a half ****** I never knew about. OK, I was pissed, sure, but this needed time to process plus I was exhausted from working all day and then driving with 2 ****** babies for 5 hours. I hit the bedstack and tried to *****. I figured I could deal with this in the morning.
Well I woke up and talked to my wife about the whole thing as well as my ***. They both seemed relatively understanding considering my parents were separated at the time and the 25 years that have ****** have sort of dulled the hurt of old wounds. Plus, as it turns out, my *** had another boyfriend at the time as well (!!!). How the gently caress did happen and me not know about it for 25 years?
Well my *** went to pick up my new half ****** at the airport Thursday morning, and we all tired our best to get ready and be calm. My ******* in law to be was acting like a douche, so that helped take my mind of the impending scenario. I was never so grateful to see that rear end in a top hat.
Anyway, my *** comes in with my half ******, and my jaw loving dropped. I recognized her. It was Kacey.
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My half ****** is a porn star/nasty slut/former subject of my jerk off fantasies. Needless to say, I think she realized I recognized her, and dinner was SUPER awkward. She didn't really say anything to me about THAT, and I tried to avoid any subject which may lead in any way shape or form to anything vaguely relating to sex.
I woke up this morning, packed up my **** and wife and drove straight home. I explained to my wife in the car on the way home and she understands why I was skeeved. I apologized to my parents that I had to leave, but pretended that I had an emergency call from work and had to go. I didn't want to tell them that I had see my ****** suck 8 dicks at once or that I had pulled my pud thinking of the idea.
I don't know how the hell I am going to talk to my parents now without thinking about my half ******, and not really in a sexy way either. I am pretty confused/angry/agitated right now and I think the shock is subsiding and the other emotions are flooding in. I don't really know what to do. Any advice?
