Family Conspiracy- Chapter 2: Marci’s Story

Family Conspiracy- Chapter 2: Marci’s Story

It was a week later, and I tried to calmly pour myself a drink, but my hand was shaking so badly most of the brandy splashed out of the glass. A week ago, for the first time in my life, I had visited a glory hole. I was sucked off, then fucked through a wall, until I came in the girl’s pussy. The store owner then gave me a chance to see who was on the other side of the wall, only to find out it was my own daughter Marci.

At first, I was wracked with guilt, enough guilt that would usually cripple me. Even though we hadn’t known about it, it was incest. I couldn’t even bare to look at Marci when she got home that night, or even for a week afterwards. It took time for my mind to settle. At first I was angry with myself. With time however, I became angry at her.

I spent the better part of the week formulating my plan. If my daughter wanted to be a whore, I was going to make her one. I grew even angrier as I imagined all the people that she had been with, from my coworker who told me about the store, and even that black man who was at the store right before I was. And all the anonymous guys I didn’t even know about. Each time, I imagined my daughter sucking them off, just like she had done to me, and actually fucking some of them.

It was a Friday night. Not only was Brittany, my wife, working late, she was going out of town for the weekend to a business seminar. Cody, my son, was spending a few nights at a friend’s house. That was going to leave Marci and me alone all weekend. Plenty of time to teach her the new rules of what her new life was going to be: A slut’s life.

Marci got home from ‘soccer practice’ right at 7:30. She was wearing a grey shirt with red trim, adorned with a knight on it, her high school mascot, along with a pair of matching shorts. Her skin glistened slightly, as if she had been working out. She had pulled her long blonde hair into a ponytail. As she came through the door into the living room, I got a very good look at her 5’3” petite frame. She was always fit, just like her mother, weighing no more than 90 pounds, 100 max. Though her chest was starting to fill out at 30B’s, she probably wasn’t going to get anything bigger than C’s, just like her mom.

“Oh, hi Daddy”, she said cheerfully, and came into the living room. She set down her duffle bag, and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. I cringed slightly as she did this, knowing what she did with her mouth.

“Sit down”, I said as calmly as I could muster, and with a serious tone, one that only a father could when a child was in trouble.

All cheeriness had vanished from her face, and she sunk down in the nearest chair. She knew she was in trouble, but she had no idea why. At least, not yet.

I took a sip of the brandy, and set the glass down. I took a deep breath, before starting, “Do you know what is on the corner of Hacket and LaVas Street?” I watched her blue eyes widen in fear, and all color drained from her slender face.