Forbidden Fornication

Thank God her voice is passing to me through my ear pods, otherwise someone could have heard it. Though I couldn't hold my loud gasp. "Fucking hell. What the fuck? What do you mean he saw you?"

"We forgot to lock the damn door, he was freaking out about something, wanted love's help, just got inside it, and caught us in our morning fuck in the kitchen!" She growled frustrated and embarrassed.

I couldn't hold my laughter, and she yelled at me for laughing. "Sorry, sorry, this is just insane. The way you said morning fuck so casually," I sat down, feeling my belly hurt with the laughter. "Oh man, I'm sorry."

"Zofyaaaaaaaa, you're not helping!"

I covered my lips with my left hand as I held the phone with the right one. "Aye, sorry. He knew you? I mean, he knew what you two fucking in the kitchen meant?"

"Yes. He knows me because apparently love had showed him pictures of me, to show how much of a perfect and pretty daughter he had, ugh," she closed her eyes hard and opened again, turning even redder. "He even dropped his phone down and yelled in shock."

Laughter beamed from my throat again, "Yeah, I know the feeling. Been there. So, did he freaked out, cursed you two, in the most British way, 'to burn in the scorching hot pits of bloody hell, for being so bloody sinful, and engaging in such a bloody taboo and forbidden fornication'?" I made sure to say it in British English to make a point.

She choked on a laughter, "Ugh, you are such an idiot," I am, yes. "No, he just screamed in shock. I mean, he did curse us for a second, but then he stopped. He seemed pretty damn stressed by something, but asked for an explanation to why love was fucking me."

I pressed my lips tight, not to laugh again, "I mean, that's a very reasonable question."

"I know. He also asked if it was consensual and seemed pretty close of pushing love away from me and being a Knight in shining armor," well, that's even more reasonable. "I told him that it wasn't just consensual, as we only did it because I pushed myself on love, since I felt this for him for years, and he acted on it because he felt the same."

"So?"

"He seemed to be in a shock state, until he didn't and called us two crazy bloody bastards," she said it in English, in a crazed tone, probably mimicking King.

"And?"

She rolled her eyes, "He said we should be careful because the next time we got caught, it could be by someone who isn't okay with that, and that if word came out that," she gulped.

"That uncle is fucking you," I helped.

"It would be damaging. Reputation wise."

I tilted my head to the right, "That's obvious, but it's not like you two didn't know this before you... engaged in this bloody forbidden fornication!" I said the last sentence in English again.

Cecylia choked on her laughter, "Stooooop," she groaned. "But yes, you're right," sigh. "We know, but we can't stop. I think it would be easier for us to move out somewhere no one knows us and live as a couple if we got caught, than to deal with people's criticism. We know they can be a pain in the ass."

"Oh, we do. They are all assholes when it comes to mother being with aunt Monika. At least everyone who knew them from before, when mother was still married with my dad. Though it also gets complicated when they learn that her daughter was born form her union with her wife's brother, who was her previous husband."

"Reasonable enough," she scoffed. "We are all fucked up. Their death fucked us up."

"Speak for yourself, sis, I'm not the one fucking someone I share blood with," I chuckled. "But yes, I know. I don't want you to move to another country and stay far away from me, though."

She jumped on her old bed, annoyed, "We'll be able to be a couple when we go to Switzerland tomorrow. I have love's surname, and people will take us for a married couple. It'll be amazing. And then you will be out of here, away from everyone, from aunt Elle who's overbearing as hell, and giving time to make your man even more pissed off because you ran away!"

"Sounds like a perfect vacation," I grinned, sitting back on my wine leather chair. "Or we can stay, deal with everyone's criticism and just... say your aren't his daughter and aunt Kamila cheated back then too, and you're actually my half sister."

She gasped, "That sounds evil. But I mean, mom did cheat and has the fame of a cheater. Though it would be really, really evil."

"The ends justify the means," I grinned viciously like a villain. "You do look like her and not like him, though. His hair is straight golden blonde, pale skin, dark green eyes, 1.97m. You're almost as short as I am, long curly dark brown hair, tanned skin, with silver grey eyes. They wouldn't know."

"I know, Honeyboom, I know. I'll talk to him about it later. But the problem is that your uncle knows. He promised to keep it a secret, but now four people know. Me, love, you, and your uncle," she growled.

"Is his word even trustworthy? If he's anything like my mother, I wouldn't trust him at all," I mocked bitterly.

"Love said he is. He told me your youngest uncle is his favorite person from your mother's family, and well, he does know them!"

"I wouldn't know, since I don't know them," I chuckled. "Neither do I want to. Let's pray this said-uncle stays as far away from us as he stayed during all those years. He may be my uncle by blood, but the only uncle I have is your father. I have no link with anyone from mother's side, and I'm not interested, in the slightest, on rebuilding that burned-down bridge either. They chose to stay away from my life, now I'm choosing to keep that the way it is."

She pursed her lips, "You should at least try meeting him, Honeyboom. He doesn't look bad at all."

"Like in 'he is hot as fuck' or in 'he ain't a piece of shit like your mom'?"

"Both?" She tilted her head.

Doesn't matter. "I don't want to meet him, Honeyboom. No matter if he's not as bad as mom, or if he's hot. I don't care. It's not like I'm interested in ever engaging in such forbidden fornication with my damn uncle. He must what? 13 years older than me?" I scoffed.

Cecylia arched her eyebrows, "You doesn't know his age?"

"The only thing I know is that my mom think he's arrogant and condescending, and that his name is King. I mean, how wouldn't he be condescending if his name is King?" I mocked. "If he's the youngest and mother once mentioned that all of her siblings were born one after the other, and right after her, he must be 30. They are six with my mother and she's 35, so... yeah. 35, 34, 33, 32, 31, 30. Six kids."

She blinked in dismay, "Jesus, aunt Eleonora is the freaking worse. I wouldn't want to be her sibling ever."

That made me chuckled bitterly, "If she did what she did to her own daughter and husband, you shouldn't expect anything other than the worse for her relationship with her siblings. I want nothing to do with her family, Lia. End of story."

"He could be-"

"I'm serious. I don't want to know. But I have something to tell you!" Then I proceeded to tell her about how mom had already emancipated me almost one year ago and she pretty much screamed in shock. "So, yes. I was emancipated before you."

"That's messed up," she gasped. "She hid for almost a freaking year, damn it. What the hell was she thinking?"

I scoffed bitterly, "That it wasn't important at all. Joe told me she said this, and she's honest with him in a way she ain't with me. So, yeah."

"Let's think of the good side, Honeyboom," she grinned mischievously. "It means Rafał didn't commit a crime. You were already legally an adult when he took your v-card on Friday."

"Jesus, Cecylia, if you say it like that it'll get weird," I growled. "So, do you need anything else?"

"I didn't give you our itinerary yet, silly."

"Oh? That's true," I chuckled. "So, how will it work?"

"Our plane will depart at 6 am tomorrow from Warsaw to Geneva in a 3 hours and a half flight, with a stop in Zurich. From Geneva we'll head to Zermatt by train and it'll take us 3 hours and 45 minutes. Then, we'll stay there for three days and three nights," she said while reading a piece of paper.

"Oh? We'll go to more than one place?" I beamed excitedly.

She nodded, "Mm-hm. At the end of our time in Zermatt, we'll head to Davos by train and it'll take us 6 hours and 20 minutes. There, we'll stay for three days and two nights. Then we'll go to St Moritz by train and it'll take us 1 hour and a half, and we'll stay there for three days and three nights."

"Now that sounds beyond spectacular!"

"It does, doesn't it? From St Moritz we'll go to Zurich, by train, and it'll take 3 hours and 20 minutes. Then, we'll stay there for three days and two nights. In the morning of December 20th, by 9 am, we'll leave Switzerland and come back to Poland. Our plane will be from Zurich to Warsaw, it'll take 7 hours and we'll have one stop in Frankfurt, Germany. The stop will only last an hour and a half, then we'll head back here. Bang. You will be here for your birthday on the 21st!"

Putting my phone down on my desk, I clapped my hands excitedly, "I can't wait. I hope I won't die while skiing or snowboarding, it would be tragic. A plan wrack would sound more badass than that. Death by my own silliness while snowboarding," I mocked.

Cecylia turned pale and cursed, "Have you gone mad? Don't say something this horrible, Zofya. Sweet baby Jesus. Don't play with death. Don't do that shit!"

I looked away, "I'm just saying."

"Then don't!"

Uncle Krystian got into her room and popped up at the side of the screen, "Hey, Zofya, sweetheart. Did my Lia tell you about your uncle?"

"My only uncle is you," I scoffed. "Anyone else is just related. I couldn't care less about a bastard I've never even seen in my entire life. He's absolutely out of it, just as all of my mom's family. But, good morning. Tell me if he messes with you two because of what he now knows, and I'll kill him. You know I can do that, and I would."

He gasped, "No need to go that far, kid. He's a friend. Nothing like your mom, and I trust him."

I rolled my shoulders, "Your choice. I wouldn't trust anyone of my mom's side even if I was paid to. They must all be pieces of shit like she is most of the time. Pass hard on that," I moved my hand away dramatically. "But let's not talk about King, it'll make my mood bitter. That man better not pop up in my family, expecting to be accepted like that. I mean, maybe he could have a good link with my little brother, but not me. I'll stay as far from my mom's family as possible. And I'm hoping she won't invite him to out stay in our Zakopane villa, after she cursed King so much. He sounds like a terrible person."

They shared a weird look and then looked back to me. "You should at least try meeting him once, sweetheart," uncle Krystian tried.

"Bloody pass on that."