Author: Lizard69
Title: Nuclear Family
Part: Complete
Summary: Sooner or later, blowups happen.
Keywords: Mdom Mf Incest

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Nuclear Family
By Lizard69 Mdom Mf Incest



   Margaret dished up a load of eggs and hash browns wishing once again
that she could get her husband to take an interest in watching his
cholesterol.  As she settled into a chair it dawned on her that having
Albert and their twelve year old daughter Melissa at the kitchen table for
breakfast wasn't that much different from the way each day had started at
her own parents house twenty years before.  Dad skimming the morning paper
while clogging his arteries, daughter working on a bowel of cold cereal,
mom spending more time fussing over what the others ate than feeding
herself.  If Lissa seemed more moody and withdrawn that Margaret could
remember being at that age, well, Margaret never had to cope with having a
working mom.

   Speaking of which, "Are you going to eat that cereal or just beat it to
death with a spoon?" Lissa stopped, sat for a long moment as if making up
her mind, then said, more to the table top than anyone seated around it;

   "Daddy's fucking me."

   Her daughter sat motionless.  Her husband calmly set down his coffee,
refolded the paper, and picked it up to take another sip.  Margaret
wondered briefly if this is what it felt like to lose your mind.

   "Albert?  Hon?  Did I just hear what I think I heard?  It isn't...  She
can't be serious...  Can she?"

   "As soon as I finish this article I'm going to call the office and try
to give them whatever instructions they need to get along without me today.
I would suggest you call your own employer and the school as well."

   "Uh, dad?  I can't miss school today.  I've got semester exams in both
math and history."

   "Then you picked an extremely poor time to drop your little verbal
bombshell.  I don't wish to frighten or intimidate you but right now your
skinny little butt is at ground zero and none of us is going anywhere until
we have a chance to assess the size of the mushroom cloud and the intensity
of the fallout.  It would be helpful if you clear the table while we're on
the phone."

   The calls they made weren't normal.  It was unusual for any of them to
miss a day, unheard of for all three to take unscheduled time off at once.
Fortunately, the people they called were unaware of the full scope of the
problem.  The conversations were close enough to familiar territory to let
them mentally catch their breath before they were once again seated across
from each other.

   "Margaret?  You asked me if she's serious.  I can't tell you precisely
how serious Lissa is, but the accusation she has made is about as serious
as it gets.  Depending on who hears it and what they do it could cost me,
in no particular order, my business, our marriage, our home, my reputation,
everything we've saved and years of my life behind bars.  The accusation
alone can do this whether anything is proved or not.  So, our darling
daughter has either said far too much or not nearly enough.  I expect her
to either apologize for a misguided attempt to inject a massive dose of
drama into our lives, or provide enough additional details to convince a
reasonable person that she has not lost her mind."

   "What details did you have in mind, daddy dear?"

   "You said, 'daddy's fucking me', at a time and place where I was quite
obviously doing no such thing.  That's understandable.  A reasonable person
would assume you were talking about a series of past experiences that you
expected to continue into future events.  Start at the beginning, take the
time and make the effort to say everything you have to say, then stop."

   "Margaret?  You probably feel as though you are already receiving too
much information.  While I sympathize there is little I can do to soften
the impact.  I will not not attempt to silence her with threats of violence
or offers of bribes.  Either would be a temporary solution at best, and
would have long term consequences far worse than letting her talk.  We'll
have to let her tell it from the beginning."

   "But I *can't*!  I don't know when it began!  I was too little!"

   "Then start with the most recent and work back.  It should still be
fresh in your memory.  You certainly haven't had time to mature much."

   "Ya think?  Since yesterday?  You let the front door close behind me, so
at least the friends I walk home from school with didn't see anything.  I
guess I should be thankful for small favors."

   "...and then?"

   "You fucked me, just like all the other times."

   "I'm afraid you're going to have to be a lot more specific.  'Like all
the other times', isn't descriptive enough for a police report.  I would
prefer the situation not be brought to their attention but that's out of my
hands now.  What exactly happened after the door closed?"

   "You made me undress."

   "How did I do this?  Did I threaten you with violence?  Loss of
privileges?"

   "Oh all right, you asked me!  You also asked me to clear the dishes just
now.  Does that mean I had a choice?"

   "An interesting question, we'll have to discuss it if we remain
together. For now let's not get side tracked.  You undressed.  Completely?

   "Except for knee socks, you usually want me to keep those on."

   "I've asked you to wear some item of apparel on several occasions.  Far
more often I've told you that I find you more sexually attractive wearing
something rather than completely nude.  While I didn't express a preference
this time, you considered my past preferences and chose to display yourself
in a manner I would find more attractive.  And then?"

   "You fucked me."

   "Full intercourse?  Vaginal?"

   "And my mouth.  And my bottom.  Right there in the front hall.  You
don't always make me do it the minute I get home.  I don't have to do
everything every time.  You rarely keep your hands off me for more than two
or three days in a row."

   "Did you reach an orgasm?"

   "What?!"

   "Was it physically pleasurable?  Did you cum?  All right, the way you're
blushing is enough of an answer, I withdraw the question.  How long has
this been going on?"

   "Everything?  Since I was ten.  My bottom when I turned eight.  I can't
remember a time you didn't cum in my mouth whenever you felt like it."

   "So it's safe to say you could provide enough detail to press charges,
that is names, dates, places for at least ten occasions.  This would be
presented to the jury against a life long background of incestuous sexual
activity with your father.  Why?"

   "Why do you do it?  If you don't know, how should I?"

   "No.  Why make your history of incest a matter of public record,
destroying the only home you have in the process?"

   "I...  I haven't told the police."

   "Don't be deliberately obtuse You certainly didn't blurt out your
morning news flash with the intention of concealing information.  While you
didn't dial 911 yourself, this was quite obviously a trial balloon aimed at
raising a blip on law enforcement radar."

   "No!!  Please!  I swear, that's not what I wanted."

   "You wanted your mother to call them for you?  Was it a way to get the
action you desired while avoiding any responsibility for undesirable
consequences?"

   "No!  Not that."

   "What did you expect her to do?  Say, 'that's nice dear, would you like
some more toast'?"

   "I don't know.  Something.  Not that."

   "So with no clear plan or goals you dragged your mother into something
she would be much happier knowing nothing about.  To start with, I believe
you owe her an apology."

   "I'm sorry mom, I shouldn't have done that."

   "That's all right hon.  Part of growing up is learning to look before
you leap.  Nobody can learn without making mistakes."

   "Ok, I'm going to get down to the office before my assistants assist me
into bankruptcy.  Lissa, would you come with me as far as the car?"

   Much later, as they were getting ready for bed, Margaret asked him about
that private conversation.

   "I told her the apology was a nice start but she still needed to repair
the damage as much as possible.  There is no way you can forget what you've
learned.  The best she could do is convince you that it's not a problem."

   "I suspected it was something along those lines.  I had to be quite firm
about refusing to discuss it.  She reminds me so much of Joan."

   "Your little sister?  Back when we first went steady?"

   "Yes, the darkest days of the dark ages.  Does anyone ever escape from
middle school?"

   "Not permanently, or completely, too much of what we later become first
arrives at that age."

   "It's uncanny, how closely Lissa resembles Joan.  Don't you think?"

   "The circumstances?  Certainly.  Physically, I'd say she's closer to my
earliest memories of you."

   "Can I ask you something?  About Joan?"

   "You can ask.  I don't need to warn you that you may not like the
answer. You were the one who chose to wall it off, refuse to let it become
part of what we had together."

   "Was I ever really so naive?  Unconsummated lust was all we had until
there was a need to cover each others indiscretions.  While what happened
was...  unfortunate, in retrospect it was also unavoidable.  She took her
first steps when crawling wasn't fast enough to follow her big sister.  It
was as much my fault as hers that when I had matured enough to need,
'private time', she no longer understood what that was.  She could
understand that a teenage boy in full rut wasn't quite sane, maybe not even
fully human.  What she couldn't grasp was that she was in the way, and in
danger by being there."

   "When you were forced to choose between protecting her or the boy..."

   "I tried to do both.  It should have been me.  I was so ready.  We'd
been making out on the couch for hours.  Everyone in the house was asleep.
When she came in to watch the movie you went to the bathroom and I tried
one last time to send her back to bed.  Joan didn't see the look in your
eye when you returned or the jar of Vaseline you set on the end table.

   "I've never discussed what happened next, with you, or for that matter,
with Joan either.  At least we never talked openly.  She was obviously
shocked when I suddenly pulled up her nightgown and began stuffing a wad of
it into her mouth.  Any doubts about what was going on had disappeared by
the time she was face down across my lap with her panties torn off.  While
I'm fully aware of what you did, I didn't actually witness much of it.  At
first I was afraid somebody would hear.  Then I was terrified that in the
process of trying to keep her quiet I'd shove so much of her nightgown down
her throat she would strangle.  The sense of relief that flooded through me
when you went limp and she was still breathing was so intense it was almost
an orgasm.

   "I'd only begun to wonder how we could fix this, or at least hide it,
when you started to whisper...  things I couldn't repeat at gunpoint.  My
ears worked but my brain refused to interpret the sounds.  I heard her
whimper and felt the motion as you started moving again.  The second time
was longer and I couldn't understand why you didn't get up after you
finished.  Using the nightgown to wipe her face while trying to straighten
out her hair with my free hand felt so trivial, like putting a band-aid on
someone run over by a bus.  What do you say to your little sister at a time
like that?

   "Then you started moving again and I realized you still weren't
finished. By that point I don't think it mattered much to Joan.  I can't
honestly say she was still conscious.  If she was, I didn't want to know
about it.  She had stopped struggling.  The little huffs and grunts could
have been no more than mechanical reaction to your thrusting.  This, thing,
across my lap couldn't really be the nearly naked body of a preteen girl.
One way or another, my innocent little sister was no longer in the room."

   "She was still conscious, but you're right, by that time there wasn't
much innocence left anywhere in the room.  The first time was so over the
top that I didn't see how I could get in any more trouble doing it again.
By the end of it, I was telling myself that since I hadn't pulled out it
was at least technically a single act.  I relaxed a little when the cops
weren't kicking my door down at breakfast.  Then I got to school and found
out I still had a girlfriend.  Later I'd figure out that we couldn't break
up without having to admit why.  I guess it was easier for you to pretend
it didn't happen than pretend it didn't matter.  Whatever.  It kept her out
of the way long enough for you to lose your own virginity.  While that
event wasn't as monumental as what happened with Joan, it was certainly one
of our personal milestones, and infinitely more satisfying.

   "It was nearly three weeks before Joan interrupted another of our late
night grope sessions by making us share the couch.  I don't know which of
us first guessed you had gone to bed rather than the bathroom or kitchen.
By the time she tried to leave I knew that if I was getting any that night,
it wasn't going to be with you.  It's not really fair to say our second
encounter established a pattern but there wasn't much evolution beyond that
point.  She would always try to leave though it was never more than a token
attempt.  Her, bunny in the headlights, submission was just a little
pathetic when we all knew the bunny was playing on the road because that's
where the headlights are."

   "Now it's Lissa's turn in the headlights?"

   "She's been there her entire life.  It's time for her to move on to the
next level."

   "Like Joan?"

   "The details will differ.  I can't imagine Lissa becoming the full time
sex slave of a sadistic lesbian.  She's much too fond of dick.  Her
announcement this morning was almost like a Bar Mitzvah.  'Today I am a
slut.' Next she'll find somebody interested in exploring the possibilities.
At this point, a craving for daddy dick is part of who she is.  It will be
interesting to see how she defines the rest of her sexual identity."

   "Yeah...  Interesting."
   
The End