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AnonyMPC here, still alive, with my first newly complete story in years! Actually, that's a lie, because there've been others that were completed before this that just require a lot more editing. But it's another Phil Phantom Tribute. For those who aren't familiar with these, my Phil Phantom Tributes are my attempt to honor, capture the style of and deal with themes by a prolific erotic author of days gone by. It's low characterization, high smut, and fast-paced, not much like my previous work but, hopefully, good for a good quick fap. In this case, I did something fun I sometimes do and took the title from an actual story he wrote. This one has nothing to do with that story (when I decided it fit, I didn't actually remember what the story was about, aside from the title, so it probably wasn't one that particularly hit on my favorite themes of his, although I also made the decision not to reread it and potentially taint my own take on the title). This is another one where part of it was written many years ago and abandoned and then recently I found it in my files and realized it could be completed quite easily.
Also, fun fact... as far as I can tell, this will be my 69th published story as AnonyMPC. Nice.
“Okay, we’ve got our tickets, passports, luggage… and, starting the car. Margaret, I believe that’s your cue.”
“We don’t have to do this every time.”
“It’s tradition. For good luck.”
“It’s silly.”
“Worked for us so far. And all traditions are silly, when you interrogate them, but if you don’t say the words, we’re starting our couple’s vacation off on the wrong foot, and you don’t want that, do you?”
“Fine. Barbados, here we come.”
“Not very enthusiastic.”
"Sorry. Just you know how the nerves get me. You’re sure everything's set with Heather?"
"Everything's taken care of... you worry too much, honey, this is our vacation, you should just relax and enjoy it and trust that everything will work itself out like it should.”
"I just hope Rhonda is there on time to pick her up after school."
"Oh... that reminds me, there's been a change of plan, Rhonda had to cancel at the last minute."
"You're telling me this NOW? Jim, we need to cancel."
"Nobody's canceling, I've got it all sorted out. Heather will be well looked after."
"Rhonda's been watching her while we go off for our couples vacations for years. What happened to tradition? I can't just sign off on some new babysitter."
"Relax, honey, I wouldn't do that to you. It's family."
"... who?"
"And I already told Heather about it, told her the same rules with Rhonda apply, she's to obey her babysitter just as she would us."
"Who did you get, Jim? I can't think of anyone who'd agree to babysit a twelve-year-old for two weeks on short notice. Or even can. Your sister works nights, and your mom's in Phoenix, and my mom, well..."
"It's fine. I asked your stepbrother, Scott..."
"Are you crazy?!"
"What? He's more than willing to do it, and he doesn't have a place to live for the next few weeks anyway. It's win-win."
"I've done everything I could to keep our daughter away from Scott, and you just invite him to watch our daughter?"
"You're overreacting, honey."
"Overreacting?! You want to leave our daughter alone with a sex offender!"
"See, that's what I mean. He's not a sex offender. He's been acquitted on all charges."
"Only because a crooked judge fixed things. You know who that pervert's dad is."
"Yeah, your stepdad. You're still just angry at your mom for marrying him. And I understand, but Scott’s never been convicted and you have no actual proof he's a sex offender so he could sue you for slander if you keep going around saying that."
"No proof? What about the time the Johnson girl fainted in the pool and he insisted that the only way to save her was with cock-to-ass resuscitation! It's been six years and they still won't talk to us, because you invited him!"
"Which is unfair on their part. You don't know it didn't work. It’s a valid technique, I witnessed it being done once on the beach. You were busy, so you never got to see, but from what I could tell, it works wonders in inducing the gasp reflex. Before I saw that, I was skeptical too, but. If you ask me, your brother may well have saved that poor girl's life. Which is what the courts agreed. She might not be alive today, if not for his actions. Nor would she have her son today.”
“Yeah, her five-year-old little boy. That she had at thirteen. Bastard went on to knock her up while his rape case against her was still going on!”
“Again, you can’t prove he’s responsible for that. I don’t want to slut-shame, but you saw the swimsuit she was wearing that day, he barely had to pull the thong aside to slip his cock in. If she wasn’t already sexually active, she was showing off her interest in getting that way even at twelve. Any boy in her school might have been the father, and she refused to allow a paternity test so we’ll never know.”
“I know. I see the smirk on that little shit’s face, and it’s just like his daddy.”
“Can’t see how he could be, he wasn’t allowed within 100 yards of her home or school that whole time. If he can impregnate her from that far away...”
“Please. You know as well as I do that the little slut must have snuck out to go meet him. Teenagers do that sort of thing.”
“Now who’s slut-shaming. Anyway, if that’s the case… and it’s never been proven she’s ever been to see him outside of the court where she refused to testify… that’s just evidence that she was grateful he saved her life. Not his fault her parents weren’t. If you ask me, his actions at the pool party are a point in his favor as a guardian, he'll do whatever it takes to keep our little girl alive."
"That’s bullshit, Jim. And that’s just one case! What about that other girl he lured into his place just a few months after his dad’s corrupt judge friend let him off?"
"Lured. She knocked on his door and said she was looking for a licky-tongue. He'd never talked to her before that day!"
"She was playing Pokemon Go! She didn't know he'd pull down her pants and start oral sex on a nine year old!"
"The district attorney didn't press charges, because there wasn't any evidence of oral sex.”
“And because his dad pulled strings and got him off again...”
“The DA seemed to think her parents must have just misinterpreted what she said. And we both watched her keep going up to his door, even after the Pokemon thing blocked the place... which was also unfair, because the courts say he’s not even a sex offender."
"He groomed the girl and you know it."
"That's supposition. She probably just became good friends with his daughter."
"Candy wasn't living with him back then. And when she started, of course, even she wound up pregnant within a few months! His own daughter!"
"You can't blame him for that. Lots of preteen girls wind up pregnant. Candy even said herself it happened at school."
"That's my point, Jim, she was homeschooled!"
"Scott's just got a bad reputation, is all. I had a talk with him, and I promise you, he's totally trustworthy."
"Well, if you think he's that trustworthy, how about you take our daughter on the vacation, and I'll spend the two weeks here. Scott can still move in for those two weeks. You know I’ve never cheated on you, and, hey, I'm sure we'll get along fine as long as Heather's safely away."
"Oh, I don't think that's such a good idea, honey."
"See! You wouldn't trust him with me..."
"It's not because I don't trust him. I have the utmost faith in him, and you. But I couldn't take our daughter to the Barbados resort. For one thing, there's only one bed, and if you can't trust your own stepbrother alone in a house with our daughter, you certainly wouldn't trust me alone in a bed with her."
"You'd be surprised."
"And also, that would mean me having to supervise our daughter on a Caribbean beach. You know I won't be able to watch her every minute, she could easily stumble off in the wrong direction, get into trouble. Why, you never know, a group of locals might even burst through the door in the middle of the night and hold me at gunpoint, making me watch while they did whatever they wanted with her."
"... Honey, did you arrange a gang rape for me on our vacation again?"
"... Maybe. But if I did, it was supposed to be a surprise.”
“Not sure how something can be both a tradition and a surprise.”
“Regardless, it was done in bitcoin and I couldn't get my money back now... they're going to rape somebody, and it sure as damn isn't going to be me."
"Hmm... that still might be better for her than two weeks of molestation by a determined pervert."
"I disagree. A gang of horse-cocked men, overpowering Heather, taking all her virginities at once, by force, in front of her father, maybe making him join in afterwards... that's liable to leave her traumatized. And we'd definitely need to tell the police, which is dangerous if there does turn out to be a money trail. People say Bitcoin's untraceable but it's not true, it's just difficult. On the other hand, if she was left alone with a man who happened to take some indecent liberties because she was told to do everything he said, who'd push her boundaries slowly… well, she might not like it at first, but at least there's a chance that by the time we got back she'd have grown to love it, and will beg us not to call the police... if she even lets us find out. We could wind up just having to turn a blind eye, while she sneaks out to keep visiting him."
"Good chance she'll wind up pregnant, that way. I've got her on the pill but she still needs to be reminded. You can't trust a kid to be careful about birth control, and we can't exactly turn a blind eye when that happens."
"I don't think birth control will be an option, Scott tells me he's morally against it, and if Heather has to follow all of his rules, I bet the pills are the first to go. But let's face it, with a face like hers, there's a good chance she'll get knocked up sooner or later. At least this way we have a shot of knowing the father in advance, even if we pretend we don't. And you know who his father is, he might divorce your mom one day, but he's always going to take care of his grandkids."
"That's true. You do make a good argument."
"Is it an argument? You don't seem nearly as outraged as you were when we started. At this point it might just be a discussion."
"I was outraged when I thought you were being blind to what a danger a sex offender watching our daughter would be."
"Again..."
"Not technically a sex offender, yeah, I get it, but whether he's technically got the label or not, you seem to be expecting some sex offending to be going on, counting on it, even, and that means I'm able to discuss with you--as co-parent--whether that's best for our daughter and our family. I'm still not sure that it is. If nothing else, people will talk. There's turning a blind eye with plausible deniability and there's criminally negligent parenting."
"It's only criminally negligent if the cops get involved. And if they're not going to arrest Scott for doing it, they'll have to explain why they're investigating us when we were nowhere nearby... we're clearly in the plausible deniability zone here. Especially if he gets Heather to the point where she won't turn him in, and I think two weeks is enough to get her to that point."
"I'm not so sure, and if she says something, I think to have any credibility as parents, we'll have to report it, or explain why we didn't. And either way, that risks our involvement--your involvement--coming out. We've always taught her to say something if anybody touches her, haven't we?"
"We have taught her that, because we're good parents. And she probably would if he was just watching her for a day, maybe two, or if he molested or raped her in a moment of opportunity when we weren't on a long vacation away from her... I know you've been half expecting that to happen already. But what if he were to get her to want it as much as the Lickitung girl did, to get over that urge to tell us and into the urge to keep it a secret. Not that it'll be one for long."
"It won't?"
"It can't. We're good parents. We'll see the signs and eventually, we'll catch her in the act... and not just a fingers-in-her-dress situation where she can break off and, to try and save her relationship with us, pretend she was scared, but actually watch her taking his cock inside her while she's begging for him to cum inside her like a little slut who wants to be bred. That happens, we play it right, she'll beg us not to tell on him, and then, once that happens, he might as well start doing it right in front of us, for safety's sake."
"You really think he can get her to that point? Molestation to willing victim?"
"I don't see why not. Like mother, like daughter, right?"
"Not quite the same thing. First off, I'd had sex before that first Barbados rape, with guys a lot rougher than you, and I knew it could be pleasurable and that I could just surrender to it... and I was putting on a good show, because I thought your life might depend on them thinking I got so cock-drunk I wouldn’t turn them in or back you up if you did. Besides, those first guys... I mean, no offense, but if I knew I could get away with it and they'd asked nicely, I probably would have fucked them anyway... I loved you and I’d never cheated, but you remember how rocky our marriage was back then, that’s why we took the couple’s trip in the first place, to try and reconnect, spice things up, and I was already contemplating the idea that the best way to spice things up might be with a spicy vacation affair. I might have chosen those guys… if they hadn't broken into our room and I just met them at the pool or something, I mean. That they didn't ask turned out to be a huge turn-on, but it could easily have gone the other way if I was as innocent as Heather is."
"I wouldn't be so sure of her innocence. There's a good chance she's hoping she'll be pregnant by the time we come back from vacation more than we are."
"Jim, I know you like to fantasize, but she's twelve."
"You never had baby fever at that age?"
"Well, maybe, but I was a special case. Besides, a lot of girls have baby fever but they don't have the cock lust to get them there. I know at that age, if a guy actually offered to put one in me, I'd have said no thank you. In fact, I did, a few times. The only one I might have said yes to was already dead. I was just lucky the most persistent was happy to jerk off in front of me so I could see what actually made babies and that I thought it smelled awful. Took me a couple years to get over that."
"Not all girls are that lucky, and not all girls have a cousin they look up to who's already had a baby who's talked her through the process and talked up her own father as the perfect person to do it. This is practically Heather's idea."
"You're kidding."
"Honest to God. Well, ultimately, I guess it's Scott's idea, since he was the one who got his daughter to fill our daughter's head with how much fun she'd have filling her womb with uncle-cum..."
"Step-uncle."
"Fine, step-uncle. But it was our daughter who suggested that, instead of Rhonda, maybe her step-cousin could be the one to watch her since she was responsible and already had her own child."
"Not sure I'd call a fourteen-year-old single mother responsible. And I'm not sure it proves your point at all, she was trying to get you to leave her with a friend, not a guardian."
"That's why I told her I wouldn't feel comfortable with Candy being in charge, and that I'd only consider it if I knew an actual adult was there. Like her step-uncle Scott."
"And how'd she take that?"
"Oh, you should have seen her eyes bug out, and then pretend to look like she was compromising. I'd actually meant it as a joke, but that reaction got me thinking that Scott might have already been molesting our daughter, and I went down to the hotel they’ve been staying at to have a conversation with him."
"I somehow sense it wasn't to warn him away from her."
"No, by then I knew Rhonda wasn’t available and we were going to have to scramble, so, that's when I asked if he'd watch her for the two weeks we're away. Or at least be the responsible adult while his daughter played babysitter. He said he wouldn't feel comfortable doing that unless he had complete authority, that Heather was ordered to follow all his instructions, and he had the right to administer discipline any way he saw fit."
"And you agreed instantly."
"I didn't see a problem with it. It’s almost the same as what we tell her when Rhonda watches her, and I really didn’t want to cancel our vacation. I told him I trusted him to treat her as though she was his own daughter. He liked that."
"I bet."
"But I think he still suspected some kind of setup, so he called his daughter into the room, asked if I'd watch his grandson..."
"..son."
"Both, technically, but only one's legally acknowledged. So he asked me to watch his grandson while he checked to see if his daughter was up to the challenge."
"And?"
"They were only in the next room, and they made no effort to be quiet, so I heard him talk to her about the importance of setting a good example for Heather, that she'd be responsible for making sure Heather abides by his standard rules of the house... no underwear, sleeping naked, open for inspection at all times, how birth control was a sin. She said 'yes daddy,' a few times. Some of them were quite, um... emphatic?"
"You mean he was fucking his own daughter in the next room."
"I have no proof of that, and if asked I would deny that. But I could certainly imagine how somebody might come to that conclusion, from listening to how they interacted. But for all I know, he was just giving her spankings every time she used the F-word... which she also did a lot during the conversation."
"Conversation. You know, I remember that an old-timey word for conversation used to be intercourse?"
"Was it? Very well, let's be old-timey. She said 'fuck' an awful lot during the intercourse with her father. ‘Fuck yes,’ ‘fuck me daddy,’ and so on. I assume the last one was not literal, of course. Still, it did get my imagination going. When their intercourse was done and they came out, I told him I admired his relationship with his daughter, which I think impressed him after sitting out there in the next room and not jumping to conclusions and calling the police or anything."
"As if he was worried about that."
"Of course not, if he was, he'd never have dared, not in a hotel room, but he liked that I didn't seem to judge him. Or I did, and judged him how he wanted to be judged, like a cocky fucker I admired. I listened to some father-daughter intercourse that sounded an awful lot like a cocky pervert fucking his own teenage daughter and my only comment was that I wished my little girl still called me Daddy."
"Yes, it's all 'dad' and 'mom' now with her."
"Exactly. But Scott told me that with a little work, I could have that kind of relationship with Heather, too, that the problem was she was growing up and needs parents who are willing to relate to her in more grown-up ways, so she could feel comfortable being a kid for them as well. He thought you were the one standing in the way of that."
"Of course he would."
"But I stood up for you, I said I thought that you would do anything to connect with Heather. He asked what you'd taught her about sex. I told him you taught her the basics, birth control, and so on."
"I bet that wasn't good enough for him."
"No, turns out he has some radical parenting ideas. 'That's both not enough and too much,' he said. 'Firstly, teaching kids about birth control is just unnatural. They're kids. They should be allowed to explore their sexuality at their own pace, in a natural way, without artificial hormones being introduced. If they really want to prevent pregnancy, they should find other places to make a guy shoot his load, but if it's going to happen, why fight it?' And he thinks you should be setting a better example, so that Heather doesn't end up stunted."
"Let me guess, he thinks the best way to teach her is for me to fuck him in front of her, then hold her legs apart for him to finish in her underage pussy."
"No. Well, yes, as a matter of fact, he does think that ideally you should be sharing guys with your daughter, and he is interested in being one of those guys...”
“Yeah, right. Only so he can get access to Heather.”
“But we didn't jump right there, we were still feeling each other out, so we talked about discipline strategies for a bit... he asked if I heard him spanking his daughter from the next room, and, well, we can suspect all we want that he was doing a lot more than spanking, but we’ve got no proof, so I told him yes, and he said he thought that you were probably too soft-hearted to spank Heather when she'd done wrong."
"I believe I am actually the only one who HAS spanked her bottom, unless there's a lot you haven't told me as well."
"No, you're right, I fessed up that was my fault... well, both of our fault, since we agreed as a couple not to spank, and that one time was an aberration, exceptional circumstances, but I admitted that I just couldn't find it in my heart to spank Heather. He said that was a problem for him, that he didn't feel comfortable accepting responsibility for our daughter during our vacation unless I granted him the right to spank her as he saw fit, even on her naked bottom. Well, we really needed a babysitter or we were going to have to cancel, so I agreed, and that was when he said that his philosophy was that once a girl's earned a spanking that you need to reinforce it, spank now and then for no reason... not as hard as when they've earned it, but just to remind them who's in charge... and that's why he was spanking Candy just then. He asked if I wanted to withdraw my request."
"Obviously you didn't."
"I didn't see any reason to. Candy didn't seem to mind her spanking, she was smiling. I said I'd instruct Heather to obey his sitters completely and if her ass was sore at the end of two weeks, that was her fault. He was smiling too, after that, and decided that he wouldn't just supervise while Candy did the babysitting, he'd take the active role and just let his daughter assist as required. We settled on how much I was going to pay him for the service--don't worry, it's onlya little more than we'd pay honda, mostly covering food and essentials and a little extra beer money, and then, since Candy spread her legs and had started fingering her wet hole while we finished the deal, we started talking about masturbation. He asked if I knew Heather's habits in that area, and, well, I didn't, which he seemed to think was your fault, as a mother. Scott thinks you should be teaching her that masturbation is a natural thing, encouraging her to do it whenever she wants, even right in front of her parents, or during a just-a-reminder spanking from one of her guardians."
"Oh, I'm sure you'd enjoy that."
"So would you. But again, I stood up for you, I told him you had the masturbation talk with her, that she knew that it wasn't anything shameful, but that clearly our daughters were different, because I didn't think Heather would ever be comfortable with that. Scott thought that was just because you hadn't taught her right."
"Hadn't taught her right? I explained to her the different ways girls do it, and I basically bought her a dildo with one end shaped like a hairbrush, not the other way around. If he does manage to get his cock in her without scaring her off sex forever, he pretty much has me to thank."
"You don't have to convince me what a good mother you are, honey, but he did have a point, it's all been behind closed doors, we haven't seen her flick her bean or stuff her pussy yet, so we don't really know if your lessons hit home. That brush handle's seen SOME use, judging by the taste and smell, but it was good to have some confirmation from someone who's seen it."
"Wait... he's seen her masturbate already?"
"No, of course not, you haven’t let him near her since the pool party six years ago. But his daughter has. And he asked her, in front of me, about her habits... as a father, he said, I had a right to know. And it turns out Heather has been pretty shy about masturbation... in the past, anyway. Candy’s been working with her, giving her a separate set of lessons, a little more hands on, and correcting some of your mistakes."
"Mistakes?!"
"From Scott's perspective, at least. Focusing on getting the orgasm and getting back to normal life. Apparently that's selfish. His daughter's been teaching her to do something called edge."
"Oh, I see. Keep her horny and vulnerable, to her dad, right? That kid's a real piece of work."
"Now now, let's not judge, his philosophy makes a lot of sense. Scott was telling me that an orgasm should only come from someone else, and, for girls at least, it should be earned with acts of selflessness. And to hear his daughter tell it, they've been making good progress. When they started, Heather loved getting her pussy eaten, but didn't like returning the favor, since she was straight. The first few times she had to be tied up with stockings. Well, volunteered to be tied up that way, but that was the only way Candy got her tongue inside her. But now our little girl's become much more open... I mean, she may not be actually bisexual, but according to Candy she's now happy to donate her mouth bisexually to earn an orgasm, stockings or no stockings.”
“I’m surprised she was ever reluctant at all… I always had a feeling that she’d eat nothing but Candy if given the chance.”
“Ha-ha. How long have you been waiting to pull that one out. And they say Dads are the ones with bad jokes.”
“Oh, you’re still the king, I’ve just got a load of Candy jokes saved up that I’ve never really gotten to use. What does he expect when he gave her a stripper name?”
“And a stripper body. Candy might have lost most of the baby weight but the tits and ass are like a porn star.”
“Jim, I know you hate couple’s counseling, but if you keep complimenting a fourteen-year-old at the expense of your wife, that’s where we’re headed again.”
“Oh excuse me, miss ‘God those rapist’s cocks stretched me out, the smallest of them was at least twice your size.’”
“That wasn’t meant to make you feel bad, it was just a statement of fact.”
“So was this. You’re know you’re beautiful and I’d do anything for you, I’m just not the kind of guy who can turn down Candy if offered.”
“Did he?”
“Only oral. And as we’ve previously discussed, that’s not cheating. It’s not like I went there for that purpose, I just happened to compliment her tongue ring, and Scott asked if I’d ever had a girl with a tongue ring go down on me, and I said no, and, well, after he offered, it seemed rude to refuse, especially Scott had just agreed to do us this big favor. And he said it made a good demonstration of how his kids followed his instructions, which was true, she had no hesitation at all and did it right while she was breast feeding and masturbating.”
“How was it?”
“Not as good as you, honey.”
“That’s sweet, even if I know you’re lying.”
“No, really. Experience beats gimmicks every time, and you’ve had more experience. With the same teacher.”
“I…. I didn’t think you knew about that. Bastard swore not to tell a soul.”
“He didn’t. Or at least, he didn’t tell me. But I’m not dumb. His dad married your mom when you were fourteen, so you had a lot of alone time with him, and I know my cock wasn’t the first you sucked. You were too good. Part of the reason I married you, after all. I also didn’t miss how horny you got every time you talked about him and the shit he got away with. It wasn’t anger, it was horniness.”
“Some of it was anger.”
“Okay, some of it was anger. But you got wet too. You got really wet every time you talked about how careful we had to be with Heather around him. Just like you did when talking about the vacation rapes, and that’s part of how I knew you kept wanting to go back. I bet you’re wet right now. Yep. Good thing we’ve got these seatcovers.”
“Not while you’re driving, please. It’s one thing to consider leaving Heather with Scott for two weeks, quite another to leave her an orphan in his care.”
“Just proving my point. I figured it was the same with Scott, your history with him was a mix of good and bad but it made you horny enough to keep from ratting him out. And he was the logical person to have trained you for oral sex. And probably more. Shit, for a while I thought Heather might be his, genetically.”
“I’ve never cheated on you Jim.”
“Yeah. But rapes don’t count as cheating, and as determined as you were that Heather was never alone with him unsupervised, you never completely cut off contact with him.”
“He’s part of my family, technically.”
“So I figured there was a chance Heather was...”
“There was no chance. Not with him. With my stepfather, yes, there was a chance, Mom forced me to thank him privately for paying for the wedding and agreeing to walk me down the aisle—her idea, not mine—and he forced himself on me one last time. But not cheating, rape. Just one I never told you about until now, I didn’t want to ruin the mood for the wedding. And we confirmed you’re Heather’s father.”
“Oh, I know. Eventually. So do you think your Mom knew what she was setting you up for, when she said to thank him?”
“She had to at least consider the possibility. It wasn’t the first time. And you’re wrong, by the way, Scott wasn’t the one who trained me, it was him and his dad together.”
“Yeah, I guess that explains how you already knew how to take two dicks in your mouth back when you were saving my life by surrendering your body. The first time.”
“It’s not rocket science, Jim.”
“Maybe not, but there are issues to be worked out prior to blast off, insertion trajectories to consider, and even under thrust, you worked them out like an experienced NASA specialist. I could tell that even tied to a chair with one swollen eye.”
“A lot of practice, like you say. And yes, Mom knew about most of what they did to me. She never said anything, but she had to have. Walking in and then quickly out of a room where they were holding me down and playing with my body, ignoring all the filthy things he made me say down the hall when he left her room in the middle of the night, giving me cream for my rope burns or the welts on my ass but calling it eczema. Scott’s discipline policy he got from his father, by the way, only Roy was harsher. Mom was a real blind-eye type, aside from making sure I got a birth control implant. And even that, she insisted it was a ‘just in case’ implant for high school, and reassured me she knew that I was still a virgin, when I was leaking her husband’s cum on the seat on the ride there after a living-room couch rape she walked in on that she insisted was ‘play-wrestling’ when she decided not to interrupt.”
“And yet you don’t hate your mom.”
“She’s my mom!”
“Did you ever try and tell her directly what they were doing to you?”
“I didn’t want to put her in that position. I decided if she was working that hard to play oblivious, it must have been really important to her.”
“Are you sure it wasn’t because you liked it, just a little, and didn’t want it to stop?”
“Oh, more than a little. Maybe not Roy, at least all the time, I didn’t mind the couch rapes but when he really needed to blow off steam, sometimes he got too rough even for me... and by that time I liked it pretty rough.”
“Well that explains why you hate Roy so much.”
“Sure, but honestly I think I was going to hate him even if he was the most supportive stepdad in the world. In a way, the rapes, rope rigs, the nipple clamps, the face slaps, the hair-pulling, the choking, were a kindness because it gave me an excuse for the hatred I was going to have anyway, just because he wasn’t my dad. It was pretty fucking rough, and I’m more mature now and, thanks to counseling, I recognize the source of my feelings. The reason I don’t let Roy visit Heather—or let Mom visit, if he’s anywhere nearby--is not so much that I hate him as that I love my daughter too much to risk putting her through that... at least without clear sign she wanted to go that far.”
“But Scott’s okay.”
“Okay? No, but… if it’s going to happen? Yeah, I’d far prefer Scott. Scott was just my speed when I was fourteen. With him, it didn’t seem like he got off on my pain and humiliation, he just wanted me so much he didn’t care much about how I felt about it. He’d join in if his dad needed help holding me down or if I was tied up and his dad suggested he pull on my nipple because I wasn’t fucking back hard enough, he’d do it, but if it didn’t cost him anything, he let me have my dignity too. Roy would make me scream ‘Daddy’ in the middle of the night, if he’d had a bad day and needed to take it out on me, but with Scott, he’d just slip in and cover my mouth and use me like I was a dirty little secret, a hot piece of ass he got too horny to resist even though he knew he shouldn’t.”
“Just like your real Daddy would’ve.”
“We covered this in couples therapy, Jim, my father never actually molested me. He certainly never raped me in the middle of the night.”
“You just wished he did.”
“He died when I was at a very tender, very confusing age, and the stories I found on his computer were quite a revelation. They usually involved daughters just a little older than I was. I wish I had time to get to know him better, and yes, if I’d have the choice, I’d take him being alive and raping me whenever textual fantasies didn’t satisfy him anymore over being dead with a perfect record of resisting temptation. A bad daddy can still give you away at your wedding, even if it’s with a load of incest cum inside you.”
“That might have been your mom’s logic too. A perverted stepdad who was around was better than one stuck in jail.”
“Probably, yeah. I could see her deciding that way. She might have decided to turn a blind eye before she ever met Roy... the stories I found certainly weren’t a surprise to her. She pretended they were, but it was a shared computer, and I could tell. Besides, she never deleted them. In retrospect, maybe she was getting off on what she let Roy do… a lot of those stories had mothers who let their daughters get abused because it turned them on.”
“And you don’t resent her. Even for Roy.”
“God, what an asshole! Do you even know what a signal light is, motherfucker? … Anyway, no, I don’t resent Mom. She might have even married him for my sake. I was pretty obsessed with those Phil Phantom stories for a while, too, she’s caught me masturbating to them more than once, and cruel molesty stepfathers were a common theme of his, even though I was more interested in the ‘daughter takes pity on cuckolded daddy’ subgenre. She might have thought... Anyway, I’ve made my peace with her. And Roy, even if I don’t want Heather around her.”
“And what about Scott?”
“You’re not exactly giving me much choice there. What are we going to do, cancel our couple’s vacation? But I am going to call her when school lets out and tell her she doesn’t have to do what he says.”
“Suit yourself. But I meant more, if you liked Scott while you lived with him, why did you turn to hating him so much?”
“Cause he’s turned out to be a pedophile!”
“It doesn’t sound like that’s a dealbreaker.”
“Well, it was fine when I was a child and being around two pedophiles was exciting, especially since I was safe and it couldn’t ruin my life… but I was all ready to go off the birth control implant when I turned 18, and I caught him fucking this middle schooler I tutored for extra credit and extra money.”
“Maybe she just needed help in sex ed, too.”
“Ha-fucking-ha. Well, she sure got an education, but not from me. She’d start showing up for her lessons and running straight up to his room. At least it was easy money, but my reputation took a hit when she flunked History and wound up pregnant.”
“Why, did they think you did it?”
“It’s a good thing I never married you for your sense of humor, it’s gotten real old over the years. No, Melanie had a boyfriend they could blame it on. But Scott couldn’t even take the win, he asked if I could find another hot dumb girl to not-tutor. Which I did. I needed the money for college.”
“Those who don’t learn from history...”
“I’m telling you, you’re fucking hilarious Jim. Just look at my face.”
“Sorry. So it was jealousy.”
“No. Yes. Maybe a little. Anyway, I could see I was getting too old for him, and it was either stay Roy’s bondage slave while I mooned over a pedophile I’d already aged out the interest zone for, or take the out-of-state scholarship. After a lot of thought, I got the hell out of town.”
“Worked out pretty well for me. If it wasn’t for Scott I’d never have met you. All the more reason I owe him. But you’re wrong about one thing, he’s not a pedophile.”
“I know, he’s not been convicted, but let’s be real here, his track record speaks for itself.”
“That’s not true, according to Scott anyway. He says he enjoys girls of all ages, he just chases after young stuff because the smaller they are, the cuter they look with a swollen belly… but that he’d be happy to knock you up.”
“I thought you said he didn’t tell you about our history.”
“He didn’t, this was while we were discussing Heather. He warned me that if he wound up cumming inside her fertile pussy--either because she required a little extra discipline or he drank a little too much and forgot whre he was--he wasn’t going to claim another kid as his own... but he did offer to impregnate you when we get back if we wanted to pretend we had twins. Said knocking you up has been on his to-do list for years.”
“Really? And what did you say?”
“I said I thought you were too old for him…. Ow, hey, remember who’s driving! And I didn’t say you were too old, just too old for him, cause of all the stories… but no, he set me straight about his interests and made it clear that all you had to do was wear something around him that signaled that you wanted it and he’d fuck you till you couldn’t walk and were dripping with his baby batter, whether I’d given him the okay or not, even if Heather was watching and begging the load go inside her instead. ‘Your daughter I can turn into a good slut any time, but your wife, I might not get that signal again.’”
“And your reaction was...”
“Considering how hard you work to avoid him, I said I could understand that and, man-to-man, if he got lucky with you, I wouldn’t blame him. And that his plan to spare Heather’s reputation by pretending we had twins had some merit, but there was a chance you’d already be pregnant when you get back. If not, I’d have to discuss it with you.”
“Jim… for there to be that chance…. Did you remember to put my birth control in our carry-on like I asked you?”
“Now that you mention it, it might have slipped my mind.”
“You know, it doesn’t stop working right away.”
“Just as well, I suppose, easier to pass them off as twins if they have the same father. Won’t have to explain why one of them is significantly darker in skin tone. Though that means we may have to let Scott stay for a while after we get back, too, since he probably hasn't given Heather any orders to go off birth control yet either. But his new house won’t be ready for a month, so he shouldn’t have a problem with staying with us a little longer to ensure Heather’s actually fertile.”
“God, you’d really let him do that? You were so worried Heather wasn’t yours...”
“A lot’s changed since then. When I had my vasectomy, I thought one-and-done was going to be enough for me. But I also thought fidelity was super-important, and we’ve both grown up a little since we needed to take that first couple’s vacation. We’re in a pretty good place now, and I love being a dad, so why not have a few more kids around? And I sure as hell don’t want to go through an expensive reversal surgery and have to go through all that recovery bullshit, so, why not keep it in the family? The bad blood between you and your brother...”
“Step-brother, who raped me for most of my teen years.”
“Whatever, splitting hairs, and you like rape. Anyway, the bad blood’s lasted too long, and I’d like to have a closer relationship with my niece.”
“Step-niece. And I can picture the kind of relationship you want. Same kind you want with your daughter, in fact.”
“You’ve got such a dirty mind. I bet you’re wet as fuck right now....”
“Hands on the wheel. Besides, your finger’s likely to make me wet, even if I wasn’t already. And I may not have actually cheated on you before but if we let Scott stay with us, that’s changing, you realize… I'll be going to our martial bed with him willingly and you can sleep on the couch. Hell, if they strip search me at the airport, notice how wet I am and somebody offers, I’m not going to say no to that, either.”
“Yup. Wet and horny thinking about your daughter getting molested while you just let it happen. You really do take after your mother.”
“My dirty thoughts are more about Scott impregnating us both side by side while you have to stand by and listen with a hard-on, but the thought of a daughter taking pity on her poor cuckolded father was always one of my favorite bits of those stories too, so you might get your wish too.”
“You know what?”
“What are you doing...”
“Turning us around. If that’s the plan you’re dead set on, I can’t let you suffer through it… being this turned on, having to go through the security line, wait in the preflight lounge, much less the whole plane ride. You’re not trained to edge. Only one thing to do, drive back home and cancel the trip. We can make our couple’s trip a Staycation, be there when Scott brings Heather home after school, watch him work live.”
“The tickets are non-refundable, Jim. So’s the deposit on the resort, and you said yourself you can’t get the Bitcoin back from the rapists you hired. And who are they going to rape if we don’t show up? Each other? They’re alpha males, you can’t expect that. They’d probably break into the room of some unsuspecting couple on a romantic retreat...”
“Might change a few lives, like it did ours.”
“Continuing the cycle, huh? No, that might traumatize somebody… not everybody in the world has the same kinks. And anyway, I’ve earned some fun in the sun and a good gang fuck, and I bet Scott would prefer some alone time to work on Heather.”
“No worries about her kinks, huh?”
“Well, I’m still going to call her and tell her she doesn’t have to do anything that makes her uncomfortable.”
“There may be some discomfort. He talked about getting some stuff out of his storage unit to bring to the house. He said it was a tool to restrain a girl so she wouldn’t be able to touch herself when she got too close to the edge and needed to cum, but it sounded an awful lot like a bondage rig. He asked about whether there were exposed ceiling beams in our basement he could mount it on.”
“Well, if what you said Candy said was anything to go by, that sort of thing is already what she’s into… I guess it runs in the family. But having a mom around is probably going to make her feel inhibited, her first time.”
“Or she might feel better about having mommy and daddy cheering her on. And maybe a cousin, too. Sorry, stepcousin. We can even call your mom and step-dad in. Great big family orgy, centered on Heather. Doesn’t that sound like something out of one of those stories you were always into?”
“Yes, but we’ll get there either way. Maybe not with Roy, I’m not convinced Heather’s got much of a pain kink. Bondage is one thing, even spanking’s fine, but whips and clamps are another. So let’s leave him out unless the bondage rig doesn’t satisfy her. Besides, her being visibly pregnant for the big family orgy makes it even more like a Phil Phantom story… and this might be my only chance to play the willfully blind-eyed mother role he writes so well. I’m not throw that opportunity away AND give up my tropical vacation and my yearly gang-rape, so… no. Turn us back around.”
“Okay, if you insist. … Margaret?”
“Yes?”
“We’re on our way to the airport again.”
“Yes…?”
“I’m just saying. We were headed home for a little bit, but now we’re officially on our way again.”
“(sigh). Really?”
“It’s tradition. For good luck. If you don't say it, something terrible might happen, like those rapists might just decide to run off with the money and not show up.”
“Fine. For tradition. And luck. Barbados! Here! We! Come!”
The End
"CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging in unsafe sex practices that involve any exchange of body fluid, even contact with open sores or small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, bestial sex, body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are the stuff of fantasy and are offered to promote the only safe sex there is - masturbation. Before you try anything, find out what the risks and hazards are because they can all be deadly. Read, enjoy, and remember - sex with minors should be left to other minors." - Phil Phantom
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