Chapter 41 Going Home
The next evening, much to Nathan's anticipation, Katniss and Nathan engaged in leg-crossing again, just like last time, without any new breakthroughs or progress. If there was any progress to mention, it was that they were more relaxed with each other during intimacy, no longer as awkward and evasive as before. However, they were still limited to leg-crossing, with Nathan only performing oral sex on Katniss. Nathan still hadn't made progress with Katniss's upper body, let alone truly penetrating her vagina to complete the final step I was expecting. Katniss continued to call me every morning and evening as usual, and it seemed like her inner guilt was gradually fading away.
Due to the satisfaction and nourishment of their desires, Katniss and Nathan were glowing every day. Nathan's injuries were improving day by day, and his appetite was even bigger than before. The barrier between Katniss and Nathan was completely broken, and I watched them living and being intimate at home every day through surveillance, like a married couple, while I, the husband who was still away, seemed like an outsider. Katniss and Nathan had intimate contact every two days, and Katniss continued to guard her vagina.
In the blink of an eye, my training days in Frostwoodshire finally came to an end, and I could finally go home. On the night before I returned home, Nathan and Katniss had two intimate encounters in a row, with Nathan ejaculating twice and Katniss climaxing twice, which was a first as previously they only did it once a day at most. Perhaps they were afraid that they would have fewer opportunities for contact once I returned home, so they both enjoyed the last night of happiness to the fullest.
After a day's train ride, I finally returned home. Since Katniss had to take care of Nathan at home, she didn't come to the station to pick me up this time. I dragged my tired body back home and finally saw the faces of Katniss and Nathan, both glowing, which indeed felt more real than in the surveillance videos. Maybe it was the first time they faced me after officially confirming their intimate relationship, as when I entered, their eyes seemed a bit evasive and awkward, but after exchanging a few caring words, they both returned to normal.
To welcome my return, Katniss prepared a table full of dishes and opened a bottle of red wine I had long cherished. At the dining table, Katniss and Nathan sat side by side on the other side, with Katniss feeding Nathan while they ate, resembling a young couple. As for me, sitting alone on the other side of the table, eating and drinking in silence.
During the meal, I kept asking about Nathan's injuries, genuinely concerned about him. Fortunately, Nathan's injuries had been improving. Another difference at the dinner table was that now Katniss and Nathan talked more than I did, which was something that never happened before. Perhaps they didn't notice this anomaly, but as the third person, I did. However, this didn't mean that Katniss had fallen in love with Nathan; her love was still with me. The only difference was that Katniss used to love me 100%, and now maybe only 80%, with the remaining 20% gradually going to Nathan. Although people often say, how can one person's love be divided between two? Is it really impossible in real life? Can love truly not be divided?
We had a very enjoyable meal, and after spending a few days away, home was still the best. After dinner, while Katniss tidied up the house, Nathan and I watched TV in the living room. However, after a while, Nathan seemed a bit restless, indicating he needed to use the bathroom. When I wasn't home, Katniss used to help Nathan to the bathroom, but now that I was back, Nathan felt embarrassed to ask Katniss for help.
"Dad, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Seeing Nathan's discomfort, I asked knowingly.
"Um, I need to go to the bathroom." Nathan said with some frustration, indicating he had been holding it for quite a while since I had returned home over three hours ago.
"Katniss, help Dad to the bathroom." Upon hearing this, I calmly called out to Katniss, who was washing dishes in the kitchen.
Upon hearing my words, Katniss, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, trembled and stopped her movements abruptly. Fortunately, Katniss was quick to adapt to the situation.
"Honey, why don't you help Dad? I haven't finished washing the dishes yet." Katniss said gently to me, finding an excuse to avoid the awkwardness of helping Nathan to the bathroom in front of me and Nathan. Thinking about it, I felt the need to be more direct in front of both of them and not let them sense my true thoughts.
"I just had some wine, and I might be a bit clumsy. What if I accidentally hurt Nathan? Taking care of the elderly requires someone as attentive as you. Besides, Dad is injured and needs help. Is your so-called inconvenience more important than Dad's health? If it were your biological father, would you not take care of him wholeheartedly?" I suddenly pretended to be agitated, trying to make my expression appear a bit excited and annoyed. If an outsider saw me, they might think I was genuinely emotional. Katniss and Nathan, seeing me like this, might think I was blaming Katniss for not wanting to take care of Nathan due to dirt or fatigue.
Seeing me reprimand them, Nathan quickly intervened and also complained about why I was arguing with Katniss. Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel a little jealous. Nathan was now starting to take Katniss's side, although I knew it was just my overthinking.
Upon hearing my reprimand, Katniss felt a bit wronged, her eyes slightly red, standing still in the kitchen.
"I'm sorry, honey, I got a bit emotional after drinking. But you're overthinking it. This is our father we're talking about, don't worry about inconveniences. After all, the health of the elderly comes first, and filial piety towards the elderly is paramount. How could I blame you? I care about you too much for that."
I walked into the kitchen, hugged Katniss from behind, and whispered gently in her ear, trying to comfort her and subtly convey that I really wanted her to take care of Nathan. At that moment, I glanced at Nathan in the living room, and when he saw me hugging Katniss, a hint of jealousy and bitterness flashed in his eyes.
"Okay, honey, it's just that I'm worried that if I help Dad to the bathroom, you might get upset. After all, Dad is a man, and it was out of necessity before. But now that you're back." Katniss wiped her eyes, turning her tears into a smile, gently explaining to me.
"Silly, upset? How could I be upset with Dad? Besides, it's not the first time you've helped Nathan to the bathroom. My thoughts are not that conservative and outdated." I playfully said to Katniss. However, upon hearing my words, Katniss stiffened, and I keenly noticed it. Perhaps Katniss suddenly thought of something else upon hearing my words.
After washing her hands, Katniss helped Nathan up from the living room and slowly walked towards the bathroom. What was natural and relaxed when I wasn't home now seemed very awkward. Katniss and Nathan's faces were slightly red, and they walked slowly, especially since I was at home this time. Before they entered the bathroom, I turned and walked into my bedroom, my back appearing carefree and indifferent. But did I really not care in my heart? I was just afraid that Nathan and Katniss would see through my intentions.
Back in the bedroom, as I heard the sound of the bathroom door closing, I looked up at our wedding photo, seeing our young faces on our wedding day, feeling a mix of emotions. Time had passed, I had matured, while Katniss remained young and beautiful. My gaze then shifted to our bed, the sheets had been changed, now using the one that had been stained with Nathan's semen that day. It had been cleaned, but could it still be as clean as it was initially?
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of urination from the bathroom. At this moment, Katniss should be using her delicate hands to help Nathan with his penis, assisting him in urinating. I had seen it on the surveillance videos in the past few days, but experiencing it firsthand, even though I didn't see it with my own eyes, I heard it with my own ears.
Imagining Katniss holding Nathan's penis, mine began to slightly erect, even though my erection was only 4.7 inches long. It had been almost three months since I had been intimate with Katniss, and for some reason, tonight I really wanted to make love to her passionately, despite deliberately avoiding intimacy with her to build up her desire. But tonight, I wanted to temporarily break my own plan, even if it was just for tonight, because perhaps this would be the last time I made love to her before she completely gave herself to Nathan.
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