Let's head out!

Ten minutes later, Anne and I were turning onto the street where I used to live, the street where my parent's house was on. The plan was to pick up my parents and my sister before heading over to the Cabin together. It has been a while since I had lived with Mom and I suddenly found myself missing her morning naggings a little. My dad on the other hand, not so much. The two of us have always been at loggerheads with each other. In my opinion, my dad is a little bit of a loser. My childhood is filled with memories of my dad drunk and talking loudly at home, though he seems to have toned down a little recently, probably because of his age catching up to him.

"What's wrong Jake? Why the knitted brows?"

I turned to seeAnne looking worriedly at me.

"Oh, it's nothing. Just not exactly that hyped to be seeing my dad in this neighbourhood again."

"Oh, come on. Anthony's a pretty cool guy. Don't be like this. I'm sure he misses his son sorely."

I could only smile weakly in response as I recall how much Anne got along with dad. Strangely, the two of them had always gotten along pretty well. But then again, everyone gets along well with Anne, who wouldn't get along with a cheerful, adorable and well-mannered lady with the added bonus of a pretty face and a smoking hot body?

All too soon, a familiar house had come into view. Stopping the car at the front of the house, Anne and I had barely gotten out of the car when a loud, rough voice came from the front door.

"Took you long enough sport!"

I turned to see my dad, Anthony, in a polo-T and jeans walking out towards me. When he reached where I was, the two of us hugged briefly before Anthony pulled away and gave me a quick pat on my back.

"The bags are in the house son. Could you do me a favour and carry them to the car for me? You know how the girls like to pack. Those bags will break my back before I can take a step out of the house."

I chuckled at his comment, somehow being able to empathise with him as I looked towards the house. Anthony continued to walk past me after that, not even bothering to thank me as he moved towards my wife who was standing behind me by the car.

"Hey Anne! You look even prettier than yesterday! Is that the charms of a married woman?"

I sighed helplessly as I made my way towards the house. My mom and sister must still be getting ready in the house. Entering the house, I immediately saw the small pile of bags on the ground in front of me. Ignoring them for the moment, I stepped over them and took in the familiar sight of where I use to live for most of my life before calling out gently.

"Mom? Kristin?"

I was greeted only by silence as I walked around the first floor trying to find them.

"Looks like they are upstairs in their rooms."

As I passed by the windows on his way to the stairs, my ears picked up the sound of giggling coming from the front porch. Almost at the same time, I heard the unmistakable sounds of whispering and moaning coming from upstairs.

"What in the..."

I wanted badly to see what was happening outside between my dad and my wife, but at the same time, I was curious to know who it was moaning upstairs. Torn between the two decisions, I had to make a choice quickly!