Family Conspiracy- Chapter 4: Marci’s Awakening

Family Conspiracy- Chapter 4: Marci’s Awakening

Let me recap briefly how I found myself in a very awkward position. A week ago, I had discovered that my daughter had been working in an adult bookstore at a glory hole. This knowledge came after I did, if you’ll excuse the crude humor. For a few days afterwards, I was guilt-ridden at what I had done to my daughter, and potentially to my family. However, the guilt faded and was replaced with anger. I was furious that my daughter would do something like that. By the next Friday evening, I was ready to take my anger out on my daughter. My plan was to turn her into the whore she was, and for her to become my personal slut. I had had her stripped naked, on her knees, and swallowing my cum just as her mother, my wife, appeared at the top of the stairs. The two kissed before she took a seat, and stated that we needed to talk.


“You were right mom”, Marci said, a big smile pulling at her lips, “Being dominated by dad was amazing. I nearly came when he called me a whore”. She was still on her knees, perspiration covering her naked body, glistening in the dim light.

Brittany merely smiled at her. “Go clean yourself up slut, take a shower, then come back here. I think by that point, daddy will be ready for you again. And don’t even think about cumming. Remember, your cunt belongs to daddy now”. I watched as Marci stood, and excitedly flew from the room. I couldn’t help but stare at her ass as she bounded up the steps.

I sat there, naked, trying my hardest to wrap my head around what was going on. All the scenarios I had planned for the weekend went flying out the window the moment Brittany saw me pull my spent cock from our daughter’s mouth.

“Relax honey”, Brittany said, pulling her legs up under herself on the couch to be more comfortable. I was so terrified, I couldn’t even lift my head to meet her gaze. “Okay, well, maybe just listen then”, she said, realizing I wasn’t in any frame of mind to relax. “You were right about one thing”, she started, “things are going to be different here from now on”. She paused, seemingly to organize her thoughts, “Marci and I have been planning for this day for months”.


<Brittany’s Story>

It all started about a year ago, when I found her diary. Not the diary she keeps in her dresser, where she goes on about the boys she likes, school, and what her and her friends were up to on the weekends. What I found was her secret diary, stashed inside the box-springs of her mattress. It chronicled in excruciating detail how she was developing, and how she started exploring her body, and finding out what she liked sexually. I don’t know why I continued to read it, but I was just too excited to stop myself.

She wrote about some things she’d read online, stories of men and women dominating little girls. She read even more online, and found stories of dads who dominate their own daughters. According to the diary, the stories she read brought her to her most powerful orgasms she had ever experienced.

And as I read, I found myself reliving my own sexual experiences, comparing them to the sensations Marci wrote about. Even as my fingers roved over my clit, finding myself wetter than I had been in years, I knew I had never experienced anything nearly as intense. I came reading the diary of our fifteen year old daughter, with more passion than anything I had ever felt before. In that moment, as I climaxed, I succumbed to my own sexual reawakening. Before that moment, I had never craved the sensual desires of another woman. But as my climax subsided, my slick fingers still turning the pages of her dirty diary, I could not think of anything else, my desires aflame with thoughts of what my daughter could do for me sexually.

I didn’t see Marci in the same light again after that. She wasn’t a good little girl anymore, that innocence was lost on the pages of her secret diary. Her whole teenage body exuded sexuality every time I looked at her. I noticed her breasts growing, filling in her tight t-shirts, and her hips gain a shapely curve to compliment her slender form.