A Beth Discussion

I was conflicted. By rights, I should just erase what happened and try to put it out of my head. I had checked and found the flaw in my setup: I made people regard what I did in my office as normal , not not notice it. Which also meant everyone was completely aware of what I had been up to, just didn't care as they saw me watching porn or fucking people or playing games in my office as perfectly normal for me and appropriate. I wasn't sure if this made me embarrassed or not. But it meant that the only reason no one had walked in and joined before was their own sense of propriety. Sarah didn't care about that, which is why she could just walk in. And since it was normal and appropriate, it was her own decision, untainted by societal norms but otherwise uncoerced, to join in. She had wanted to do it. She had seen me fucking Wendy, and had wanted to join in.

I didn't know what to do with this. I needed to talk with someone, and the only one who knew everything was Beth. So I left and went to her house. I caught Beth as she was about to go in for her nursing shift, and I canceled it. Normally this was one of her lines, she didn't want to stop helping people, but she could see I was very upset so she let me do it this time. I spent the next hour talking to her about it, and at one point she asked for, and I had Power show her a recreation of what happened. She was mostly silent throughout, letting me talk myself out.

"So, your daughter wanted to fuck you and you fucked her," she said at last, when I had run out of steam. "Why are you upset, really? I've heard you talking about how it's 'wrong', about how you 'shouldn't', about how you are 'not supposed to'. Why?"

"Why?" I replied? "WHY?" I shouted. "SHE IS MY DAUGHTER!! Fathers do not fuck daughters!!"

"You fuck women is supermarkets in front of everyone. You have 2 wives and a teenage girlfriend, with whom you have fucked your daughter before. You were fucking me when I was still married, and have fucked me in plain sight of both your wives, in tandem with one, in plain sight of your daughter and other wife before. You made a girl love you and then forget you. These things are all 'wrong' according to society. You are 'not supposed to'. But you do. Why are all these fine and not this?"

"That's ... that's different," I replied weakly. "How?" she countered. "Is it, or are you just making it different because of your own hangups?" I fidgeted comfortably.

Beth sighed. "This is just like you. You have all the power in the world and you put rules on yourself. I love you for it, but you can be an ass. Look at with me: you are freaked out about 'what I would do' if you gave me 'free reign', whatever that means. I'm a Nurse!!! Do I enjoy beating up Carol? Yes, because I know she isn't real so any pain she shows is for my benefit, and she cannot really be hurt! And if no one is getting hurt, then why not? Should I be offended you think I would do those kind of things to real people?"

"Alright, I guess I have been unfair to you," I replied contritely. "But how did this get turned around to you? Imagine I wanted to fuck Melissa, would you be ok with it? How about if you fucked her?"

"Yes, I would be fine with it, either way," she replied. My mouth hung open in shock. "You would give her a good time, better than any boy her own age could. And so could I. She's not being hurt, and if she regrets it it can be undone later. And if either of us really wanted to, you could just remove her societal inhibition that it was wrong and let her decide, just like Sarah did. This is my point: I know you don't like to think about this way, but you are essentially beyond human rules with your abilities. You can do anything. You have enough morality not to, but sometimes you choose the strangest things to stick to."

I sat on the couch and thought, Beth waiting patiently as I mulled things over. I couldn't escape thinking she was right, even as I somewhat wanted to (both about how I acted and how I treated her). "Your right," I finally said. "I guess I thought if I kept my family out of it I could somehow still be 'normal', as if that's a thing to hold onto. But I kept skirting closer and closer to the line because really I didn't want to stick to it. I just need something to happen to finally kick me in the pants."

"Finally," Beth cried, throwing up her arms in celebration. "I've been trying to make you see that for months. You just kept on about how I was 'going too far'."

"To be fair, I am still not 100% ok with some of the things you suggested," I added. "but I need to find my own line, not just blindly cling to what it was. And I owe you an apology. I have been a shitty friend."