Family Conspiracy- Chapter 3: Marci learns the First Rule

Family Conspiracy- Chapter 3: Marci Learns the First Rule

Marci was almost in tears as she retold the story of her first experience with a glory hole. To her credit, her voice didn’t crack once during the whole story. She had just shared her first sexual experience with her own father. I took another sip of my brandy. It was time she started learning the new rules of the household.

“Marci”, I started in a commanding voice, “take off your clothes”. It was not opened to discussion. I had made plans for my daughter’s life from now on, and her modesty was not in those plans. Her teary eyes widened, thinking I was either kidding, or wasn’t serious. I decided to make sure she knew that I was not kidding . “Things are going to be different here from now on. This will be rule number one: You will always obey me. And from now on, you will wear, or not wear, what I tell you to. For tonight, I don’t want you wearing any clothes, so take them off”.

“But daddy…”, she began to protest. I didn’t stop her, just let her voice trail off. I made a mental note to punish her later for this hesitation. I was going to be obeyed without question from now on, and she would do well to learn that lesson.

I remained motionless, with a stern scowl on my face, but my voice was calm and level. “Right here, right now”.

There was another hesitation, another for which she will be punished. She remained motionless for only a moment longer, before she crossed her arms in front of her, gripping the bottom of her shirt, and slowly pulled it up over her head. I was instantly faced with her chest, her small breasts covered by a sports bra. I imagined her completely topless for a moment, perhaps covered in cum much like the story she just told. Of course, I would be able to see her tits in just a few more moments.

The shirt she just pulled off was dropped on to her duffle bag. She remained motionless, appearing to keep a hold of her modesty by not removing her shorts. Another hesitation, another punishment. “Stand up, and push your shorts off”, I instructed her. “Oh, and this will be the last time I repeat myself, is that clear?”

“Yes Daddy”, she spoke weakly, as she rose from the chair. Her hands slid into her shorts, and then pushed them down. She was reluctant to stand back up, no doubt embarrassed about being nearly naked in front of her father. When she did stand, I was gazing at a pair of red, high-cut satin panties, a perfect V covering her pussy. I simply started at her, no longer seeing my daughter, the little girl I raised for her entire life. Instead, I saw the whore that she had become, and my blood boiled.

“Come within arm’s reach, and part you legs”, I instructed her. I saw her hips sway with the few steps she needed to get closer, and then her legs part. I made no effort to disguise my stare: I was starting right at her barely covered cunt. I imagined how she had her pussy hair, if it was neatly trimmed, a strip or a triangle perhaps, or if she just shaved it all off. With a tentative and still shaky hand, I reach out, planning on grazing my fingers over the panty-clad pussy lips that were so visible, and just mere inches from me.

“Please daddy, don’t. I’ll be good, I promise”, she whispered her protest, but my mind was already made up.