Chapter 17. Confessions
The two of us lay down spoon-style, me behind her and her in front, letting her rest on my arm so I could reach down and rub her breasts and small, pink nipples.
– We are so naughty; she spoke first.
– As long as it’s private and…you like it, that’s fine; do you like it?
– Don’t like it like this huh?
– Just now Thang…lied about something to Nga.
– Huh, what? Ms. Nga turned her head back slightly, wondering.
– Thang and Thoa also do a lot of work, but they never work together; only before or after.
– Oh my gosh, you dare to lie to Nga again; this crime must be punished; but father and son still know everything, right?
– I know; there were days when I came home and saw Mrs. Thoa’s car in the yard, I knew right away. When I went upstairs, I saw him and Mrs. Thoa making out in the next room; I also peeked in to let them know and then went to this room to change clothes; then I went downstairs or lay down… it was up to me; on the days when I went downstairs, after he finished his work, he would go down to the 2nd floor, open the door to rest or come down here so I could go up; on the days when I lay down, Mrs. Thoa usually came over herself; at first, I was embarrassed to close the door, but later, I didn’t care because when he lay down, he was tired and didn’t have the energy to look.
– Oh, they are all perverts.
– In the movie, it was said that 2 fathers and sons share the same mortar; but now it’s 3 people sharing the same mortar. I finished speaking and smiled to myself, pinching Nga’s cheek lightly.
– Why 3, what mortar and pestle is there?
– Oh, nowadays people sing “in the old days there was one mortar and one pestle, nowadays there are many pestles pounding together”; for Nga, besides our family, there is also… Uncle Dung; I cannot deny this.
Nga turned her head slightly and I saw her already red face became even redder, but then her eyes drooped down; she turned completely to face me, her voice even but seemingly angry:
– Nga has been like this with Thang, so she won’t hide it from Thang anymore. As long as Thang understands and sympathizes, don’t look down on Nga, that’s fine. If not, Nga and Thang will still treat each other the same, keep the right distance.
Without waiting for my reaction, she began to tell, the gist of it was that her family was originally from Hue, basically growing up in Hue during her childhood, she highly valued discipline, family traditions, and home economics; when she went out to study high school and then college, she was still trained and tried to keep herself from being caught up in the vortex of the mundane world, the proof was that she got married but was still… a virgin; she admitted that her sexual needs were quite high but her husband was quite traditional and her physiology was also classified as weak compared to her father and… extremely weak compared to her (she compared herself, not flattering herself); her losing her virginity with her father was also a common thing in the district but partly because she… took the initiative to repay her father for helping her arrange her work, get on the payroll, study professionally… creating many other conditions for her; However, for Mr. Dung, it was quite a funny story. Due to the old man’s carelessness with her on a day off at the Institute, although he didn’t see it directly, Mr. Dung also indirectly knew that Mr. Dung and my old man had a close relationship like brothers (my old man built a very loyal deputy team, the division of the team was also fair, so their family respected him a lot. In this respect, later on, my older brother and I also ate up another deputy’s wife. This story will be told later). So about half a year ago, when we went to the main Institute for a meeting and stayed for a few days on the occasion of Ms. Nga going to study and take the final exam, Mr. Dung somehow agreed to let us fly together, but we had to get Ms. Nga’s consent.
(Ms. Nga studies according to the schedule of 10 weeks of concentrated study, 1 week off, 1 week of exams, then 8 weeks of break; so she studies for about 2 years; now she only has 1 more study and exam to graduate).
In short, she said she flew together twice, once in Hanoi when Mr. Dung went with his father, once at my house and I indirectly caught her; once a solo flight also in Hanoi when Mr. Dung replaced his father to go to the monthly meeting, the rest of the time she didn’t see him because Mr. Dung also knew her feelings… and many other sources (according to Ms. Nga).
I also teased Ms. Nga about how it felt to fly in pairs; she honestly told me that the day she flew in Hanoi, she was a bit confused, but they were all acquaintances and stayed at the hotel, so she quickly integrated. In general, one guy was pounding and the other was sucking, but it didn’t last long because they were all old. She admitted that at first it felt strange, so she… reached the top; the next time at my house, she was nervous and scared, so the old man went in first, finished first, left first, and then when Mr. Dung was in the middle, I went home. As for flying alone, she only touched the feeling of pleasure, but she didn’t reach the top like with me. Actually, I heard about it, but I couldn’t verify it. I just felt proud first and then…we’ll figure it out later.
Lying down to rest for a while, Ms. Nga got up, went to the bathroom to take a shower, got dressed, and took a towel that had been washed in warm water to clean her little brother. Then she carefully put on her shorts and shirt again; then she said softly:
– Go to sleep, honey; Nga can’t come over tonight because she has to cook for her mother, brother Y and the kids. Promise Nga to keep it a secret or we’ll stop playing (what do you mean by playing); if it’s found out, Nga will die.
I narrowed my eyes, smiled slightly and said:
– Many people died with the same idea; don’t worry; oh, dad will be back tonight so it’s a bit hard to meet him, what should we do now?
– What is tooth?
– So how to…love Nga?
– Why so greedy? I do not know either.
– Okay, let Thang open the door for Nga to go home, there will be a way.
After seeing Ms. Nga off, I went to the sofa and didn’t bother to go up to the third floor. It wasn’t that cold so I put on the windbreaker that was hanging on the stairs and fell asleep on the sofa until the afternoon.
….
At 5pm, I had cleaned the house thoroughly because I knew that my father would be home today, so I didn’t want to leave any signs that he had had sex while he was away. I was wondering whether I should go to the market to buy food to cook or steam the box of tapioca dumplings that Nga had left out at noon to defrost and then… after the sex, I hurried home to be on time for work, to avoid gossip. The bell rang!
Because I’ve been used to living in a situation where every time the bell rings, I’ll…shoot, so I slowly adjusted my clothes, looked in the mirror, and smoothed my hair, thinking as I walked, “Is it Miss Thuy, Miss Nga, or Miss Thoa?” If I had another round, would I have the strength?” Thinking that, I felt quite excited. When I stuck my face out the gate, I saw…the old couple were busily unloading things from the old lady ‘s office car ; it turned out that it wasn’t any of the girls, but her parents.
After carrying the furniture, which were also the old lady’s gifts at the end of the year, a few additional items, and some gifts my grandparents bought into the house; after a brief discussion, I learned that my grandparents had successfully transacted and put down a deposit to reserve an apartment in the new Linh Dam urban area (at that time, I didn’t know where it was, I only heard that the new urban area was impressive, and in those years it was also the first model urban area); the house would be handed over in about 5 months, and could be repaired a bit as requested; that way, I could come down to live during the summer break and get acquainted, and if the repairs were done, I could close the door and use it as a place to stay so that my grandfather could come back to the main institute for monthly meetings; basically, I could rest assured that when I went to university (if I passed), I would have a place to live.
After the old man’s driver asked for permission to leave, I felt strange, so if the old lady returned with his car, how would she go to work tomorrow? When I asked, she said she took a day off from Saturday to go to Hanoi to meet her old man and then go together in one car, and let the driver take her car to the motel, and tomorrow afternoon come here to pick her up to go to work because she was still worried about leaving her younger sister with the office girls to look after; pointing to a warm cardboard box, she said inside was a roast duck she bought from Hanoi as a gift, opened it and gave the driver one, and one for the whole family to eat at night, the houses of Ms. Thuy, Thoa, Nga and some close relatives all had some; I also told Ms. Nga that she sent banh bot loc as a gift, so she calculated for a while and said that at Ms. Nga’s house, she would change clothes and bring it down directly, I would go to pick up Ms. Thuy and Ms. Thoa, and the old man would go to some nearby houses; In short, no need to cook rice because my family still has enough noodles, bamboo shoot soup, etc.