Eventually, I go downstairs. Clodagh is watching yet another crappy reality show... Married at First Sight Australia or something. I slip onto the sofa beside her, resting my head against her shoulder. “I’m sorry,” I whisper, my finger drawing a pattern o...
I lie with Katie in the middle of the bed, her red hair splayed out on the white cotton sheets. Her pink nipples are hard and her curls are damp and smeared with our combined juices. I gaze into her big green eyes and smile at her. I lean in and brush her...
I wait for Katie to join me; to come downstairs on some pretext or other but she doesn't show. Aoife’s bedroom door is firmly shut when I come upstairs for bed and though I lie awake for hours, I don't hear Katie sneaking out of bed. Sunday morning comes...
I come down for breakfast the next morning and find Katie and Aoife already at the breakfast bar, munching their way through the crunchy nut cornflakes. Katie blushes and smiles sheepishly, watching me over the top of the cereal box. Images of last night...
My wife, Clodagh is away for the weekend so it’s just supposed to be me and Aoife, my sixteen-year-old daughter sharing pizza and popcorn and watching something silly on Netflix. “Hi Mammy, is it ok if Katie comes over tonight?” I look up from my phone, d...
