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On Friday evenings once he got back from his weekly sales trips, Marin and Sarah Seyenne often went to bed early and celebrated his return. If she wasn’t careful, Cassidy Seyenne would overhear her parents’ activities. When she was little, the sound of her parents being affectionate provided a powerful sense of safety and security to the curious child. ‘Mom and dad love each other, and all is well.’ When she became a surly, angsty teenager, any affection shown by them was cringeworthy at best and EEEWWW! at worst. But in the past year or so, for some reason, Cassidy hadn’t liked seeing her mom get any affection from her dad… As time went on, she increasingly found that she wanted it all for herself.

And now that she and her father had declared their love for each other, and that love had been fully consummated several, several times, she absolutely didn’t want to hear any Friday-night celebrations. To that end, earlier today, while staying in that beautiful hotel with that wonderfully firm mattress, they’d opted for a late check-out and stayed there until 3:00 in the afternoon. During that time, Cassidy tried her actual best to fuck her father literally to death. If he’d actually gone into an orgasm-induced cardiac arrest, dying with a hard dick and a goofy grin, she would have considered it a job well done. She didn’t want to leave anything in his tank for her mom later. Cassidy knew it was selfish of her, and she wasn’t proud of it.

Still, she knew that that was just for today. Sooner or later, he’d have to service his wife. ‘Honey, I’m leaving you for our daughter’ probably wouldn’t go over well. So tonight she listened. Their home had two floors and a basement, and all the bedrooms were on the second floor. She’d just gotten off the phone with her fellow daddy-fucker, Santana. It was getting late. Ordinarily, they’d be in their room by now. She listened but heard nothing. She came out of her room to get a drink and heard them in the kitchen. They were still up!

“I don’t understand. It’s been a week!” Sarah was saying. “I’ve been waiting for you, and you don’t even want to go to bed with me?! What, are you getting it somewhere else?”

She couldn’t hear her dad… he was speaking quietly. Apparently, Cassidy’s plan to wear him out had worked. She didn’t want to be seen eavesdropping, so she stayed upstairs near her door, just in case they headed up. Stealthy, but she couldn’t hear most of it.

“… let go?! Your whole team? But that wasn’t your fault!” said Sarah loudly. More murmuring. Then, after a few minutes, Cassidy heard her mother nearby, “… don’t stay up too late. I’ll cheer you up tomorrow!”

Cassidy slipped back into her room, closing the door silently. She laid on the bed and let her thoughts drift. She felt awful deceiving her mom, but for some reason, when it came to her dad, she was completely powerless to resist him. Marin hadn’t made the first move; Cassidy did. And she knew beyond a doubt that if he’d turned her down, she would have kept pursuing him until she got him. She felt that their getting together, even their falling in love, was inevitable. What was wrong with her? Even right now, all she wanted was Marin to hold her in his arms. Just thinking it made her smile.

Cassidy slept fitfully and woke up late, feeling more tired than when she went to bed. Her dreams had been a repeating loop of nightmares, starring her mother catching them together. She kept waking up suddenly, almost in a panic. If she’d been younger, she would have run to her parents’ bed for comfort. But big girls, particularly incestuous, cheating big girls, slept alone. She stayed in bed for another hour, finally getting some rest. It was Saturday, and she’d normally hang out with Santana, but she was seeing her uncle and cousin for lunch today. Finally, at almost noon, she dragged herself down to the kitchen to get some coffee and maybe a danish. Her parents were there when she walked in.

“… I should be back by six at the latest. You sure you don’t mind?” Sarah was saying.

“No, babe, go play golf with your friends. It’s cool,” said Marin. "Plus, now I have a lot more free time,” he added with a shrug. “We can hang out more during the week.” He saw Cassidy come in. “Hey, lazybones,” he greeted her. “Why are you so tired?” he asked, glancing at her meaningfully.

“Morning, Cassidy.” To her husband, “So you won’t be lonely?” Sarah asked.

“Nah. Maybe Cass’ll hang out with me.”

Sarah pursed her lips unpleasantly and commented, “Hmm. I’m sure she will.”

Through a superhuman effort, Cassidy managed to hide the delight she felt – it sounded like she was going to get to spend ALL DAY alone with daddy! – and instead kept her face impassive as she muttered in her best teenager voice, “Hmpf. Whatevs.” Marin looked unfazed as well. However, in the two seconds it took Sarah to reach into the refrigerator for her water bottle, Marin and Cassidy glanced at each other and saw the same joy in each other’s faces. They both sipped their coffees and nibbled their danish and tried their best not to appear that they were eagerly waiting for Sarah to leave. And BOY, was she taking her time!

Finally, Cassidy pushed her coffee away and said, “I’m going to take a shower, see you tonight, mom.” She headed upstairs.

Marin kissed Sarah goodbye and told her, “Welp, I’m unemployed. I’m going back to bed and I’m not feeling guilty about it!” As he walked to his bedroom, he passed by Cassidy’s room. Her door was open, and she was in the room, looking for him. He looked her in the eyes and subtly shook his head as he passed.

“Bye! See you!” shouted Sarah as she left. They heard the garage door open. Cassidy ran to Marin in the master bedroom.

“Get out of here!” he whispered urgently, gesturing her to the door.

“Why?” whispered Cassidy.

“She’ll come back,” he responded.

“How do you know?” she insisted, still whispering.

“I don’t know… I just do. Just act normal. Go take your shower. God, you’re horny!” he laughed, still in a whisper.

“Fine!” she whispered back.

She went into the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and turned on the water to let it get hot. Then she went to her room and picked out some clothes and underwear, laid them out on the bed like she always did, and headed to her bathroom. As she stepped into the shower, she saw her mom heading to the master bedroom. Luckily Sarah didn’t notice the bathroom door was open a little. Instead, she just went into the bedroom to retrieve the wallet she’d left, and saw Marin in bed, already back asleep. He woke up when he heard her, and asked, “Back already?”

“No, I just left my wallet.” She came over and kissed him again and then she left. For real this time.

After a very quick shower, Cassidy ran and looked out the window, just in time to see her mother’s car turn the corner and was gone. She even waited a couple of minutes to make sure she didn’t double back again. Finally, she was convinced they were safe for the moment. She went to her father’s bedroom, dropped her towel, and joined him in the bed, laying on top of him, damp and naked. “She’s gone, we both know you’re not asleep!” Cassidy laughed as she kissed him for the first time in what seemed like years, though it had been less than twenty-four hours.

He chuckled as he embraced her.

“What are we gonna do, daddy? It’s only been a day and I’m already going crazy,” she whined.

“I know, sweetheart. We’re gonna have to figure something out. I feel like a fucking schoolboy here. All I do is think about you, want to touch you, want to kiss you, Jesus! It’s like I’m obsessed. Did you use your pussy and put some kinda spell on me? Did you?!” he laughed as he pulled her warm nubile body against his, kissing her, and rolling her over so that he was on top. Their kisses intensified, and Cassidy was gleeful that she was mere minutes away from getting her daily recommended dosage of daddy-dick. She reached down between them to grip the organ she was so in love with but was surprised to find it totally soft.

“Daddy! You have a hot, naked girl in bed under you. Why are you still soft?” she demanded.

“You know why! You tried to kill me yesterday!” he affected a high, whiny voice, "‘Oh, please daddy? Just one more time, daddy? I’ll suck it, daddy! Ooohhh, it’s sooo good, daddy, can we do it once more?’ I had to make excuses to your mom last night. That’s probably why she’s snooping around here! You know she already thinks we’re too close.”

“We are too close, daddy. And I want us to get closer. I want you inside me,” she said seductively.

“Then get down there and do what you have to do,” he said, rolling over onto his back and relaxing with his hands behind his head.

Cassidy slid down under the covers, bringing her face even with his thick, soft cock. She took it in her hands, and it simply flopped in her grip, seemingly uninterested in anything she had to say to it. She took the tip into her mouth and massaged it with her tongue, sucking it vigorously, moaning loudly, making a show of it. She sucked it all the way into her mouth, but it was too soft for her to try her new deep-throating skills. Spreading his thighs apart, she licked his balls, sucking them into her mouth one by one, while squeezing and massaging his uncooperative member. After several unsuccessful minutes, she came up, exasperated.

“What the fuck, daddy?!” she said, genuinely irritated.

Marin pointed at her, saying, “Hey! This is your fault. You should have fallen in love with a nineteen-year-old. He’d be back up by now.”

She snuggled next to him and said sadly, “I know. But I love you, old man. So how long?”

“I don’t know, baby. This has never happened to me before.”

She laughed, “Do they teach that line in ‘boy school’?”

He chuckled, “No, seriously… I’ve never had that happen to me, ever.”

She looked at him skeptically, “What, you’ve always been able to get it up on demand? It’s never been ‘shy’? I’m practically a virgin and I know better than that!”

He said, “No, that’s happened before. What I meant was, I’ve never had a woman try to fuck the life out of me and succeed. So kudos to you.”

As she lay there, enjoying the feel of being in bed with him, and their easy give and take even in their new intimacy, she stroked his chest idly. After a few minutes, she said, “Daddy?”

“Yes, baby girl?”

She tried to sound young and helpless, saying, “You’ve always spoiled me, and made sure I had everything I need, right?”

“Of course, baby. I love you,” Marin answered.

“Well right now I really need to cum. Isn’t there anything you can do for me?” she asked in her best pouty voice.

He answered by sliding down in the bed until his face was near her tummy. He continued laying on his back and said, “Well?”

She squealed, “Thank you, daddy!” as she kneeled over his face, bringing her damp, horny snatch down to his eagerly waiting mouth. “Mmmm….” she moaned as she felt his tongue lapping deeply between her sex-swollen lips, gathering her dew from deep inside her. She leaned forward and gripped the headboard as he sucked from the mouth of her pussy, forming a seal as he drank from her. The strong downward pressure suddenly reminded her that she urgently had to pee.

She tried to pull away, saying, “Daddy wait… I have to pee, I’ll be right back…”

But Marin gripped her ass cheeks harder, holding her in place as he devoured her. He sought out her clit and sucked it between his lips, pummeling it with his tongue, first rapidly licking back and forth across it, then sucking the sensitive nubbin gently and lovingly, then hard and fast again. But always sucking from her, her sweet gash dripping her honey down into his waiting mouth. Under the unrelenting pull of his lips and mouth, her need to pee grew until, unbidden…

“Daddy I’m gonna pee!”

… she felt herself release! She tried her darndest to hold it… how embarrassing for her to pee while he was going down on her… he’d hate her… OH NOOO….

He felt the first few drops and put his mouth right over the stream. He squeezed her soft butt tightly and held her delicious pussy in place against his mouth, determined not to spill a drop of her sweet wet gold. At first, Cassidy was surprised that he was still licking her… he had to taste it… she’d warned him… but he wasn’t just licking her… he was sucking her harder than ever as if he was trying to draw it out of her. He wanted it! In that instant, Cassidy knew her father didn’t just love her. He practically worshipped her, as she did him. If he wanted to drink everything she could offer, then she would give him everything.

Cassidy grabbed his head and held his mouth against her pussy, and just let go her stream, pouring every hot, tangy drop into his eagerly drinking mouth. She could hear him swallowing, gulping her down even while keeping up his cunnilingual assault on her overexcited clit. As her peeing abated, her vagina began to thrum insistently under his efforts, and at last, Cassidy surrendered to the rapture of the orgasm she’d been craving all morning. She rode the sensation, rubbing herself roughly against his face, adding more girl-honey as a chaser to his earlier golden cocktail, drank straight from the source.

After it was over, she laid backwards on him, her head falling to his crotch, and onto a very hard piece of daddy meat, that had apparently woken up to see what all the commotion was about. She felt the hardness against her face and kissed it, saying, “Is this for me? I love it!”

Marin moved back up to the head of the bed and sat against the headboard. He pulled her up to him saying, “I want to look into your eyes while I fuck you. God, I love you so much!”

She kissed him, and while they were kissing, she straddled him, reaching for his now hard, needy cock, and wasted no time putting the tip between her nether lips and sliding all the way down on it. As she felt the sublime pleasure of this organ that created her, now filling her, she moaned into their kiss like a starving woman finally given a queen’s meal. With the mind-bending orgasm he’d just given her. She was happy to do all the work here. Ever a generous and thoughtful lover, Marin humped up into her, but it was an awkward position.

Cassidy stopped and said, “Move down, daddy.” She pulled him out of her and moved backwards on the bed. Marin moved to the middle of the bed, still sitting up and pulled her back onto his lap. She slid him back inside her, and, now away from the headboard, she had room to fully wrap her legs around him, the new position getting him deeper still. She kissed him deeply and moaned aloud again from the deeper penetration. Now Marin was thrusting up deep inside her, looking to deliver a creamy present to her core. Her hips worked feverishly, pulling him in and out, never letting up on their motion. They broke the kiss and sat there looking into each other’s eyes.

“Tell me you love me,” said Cassidy.

“Baby girl, I’m so in love with you,” replied Marin without hesitation. “Say it, baby… say it,” he urged.

“Oh, daddy, I love you so much! And I love fucking you so much! Whose dick is this, daddy? Who does this dick belong to?” she groaned the last part.

“This is my daughter’s dick… nobody gets this dick but my baby girl!” he declared.

“That’s right daddy… that’s my cock you’re fucking me with. All mine! You know whose pussy this is?” she teased, her hips gathering speed, pounding him forcefully into her, their dirty talk egging them both on.

“No. baby… tell me, say it…”

“Mmmm… this is my daddy’s pussy! It’s all yours, daddy! Fuck this pussy, daddy! Fuck me, daddy! Don’t! ever! Stop! Fucking Meee!” her hips pounding, her head thrown back, her beloved daddy kissing her neck leaving a hickey mom would certainly ask about.

At last, Marin felt his world go white as he came inside her, shooting surge after surge of his thick cream up into his daughter’s eager and receptive pussy, pulsing on this dick that she loved, Cassidy squeezing him with all her might as they came together.

BUMP

They both looked to where the noise came from. Sarah had stumbled against the door, a horrified look on her face, shocked at the unimaginable scene she’d walked into.

They were both so deep into their orgasm, cumming so intensely that it was unstoppable. They sat there clutching each other, still unable to move as Sarah stared, then staggered from the room, somehow stumbled down the stairs and out of the house. Marin finally recovered and grabbed his boxers from the floor and gave chase, getting out the door just as she shifted into ‘Drive’ and peeled away, swerving as she struggled to control the car as it swerved under the rapid acceleration.

He walked back into the house, and up to the bedroom. Cassidy was still sitting in the middle of the bed, with a sheet wrapped around her, looking abjectly terrified. Marin sat on the bed and opened his arms to her. She quickly came in and let him embrace her. He looked into her eyes and gently stroked her face for a minute. She seemed to be holding her breath.

Finally, he said, “Cassidy, honey, we’ve tossed around some pretty big words lately, like, ‘In Love’ and ‘Forever’, and ‘Always’. I meant every one of them. Moment of truth… did you?”

She let out her breath, and, with relief painted all over her face, she kissed his lips and face repeatedly, saying, “Yes, daddy! Every word! I love you and I want to be with you always. I know I’m horrible, but I want you all to myself, yes, big word, For – Ev – Er!”

Marin also looked relieved. He hugged her for a moment, enjoying the warmth of her in his arms. Then he chuckled and said, “Looks like we need to start shopping for grass huts and extradition-free island nations!”

Cassidy smiled widely and then started laughing out loud. She added, “Yeah, and I’ll be waddling around all big and pregnant because we can’t afford birth control and we can’t keep our hands off each other!” They kissed deeply and passionately both terrified and excited about what was to come.

They were still laying there, talking about what might happen next when Marin’s phone rang.

“Not looking forward to this,” he said, but looked, and it wasn’t Sarah. It was Beverly Anders… Sarah’s mother. Shit! Could this get worse? For a moment, he considered ghosting her, but Bev had always been very sweet to him. Lately, she’d been, well, sweet, but weirdly sweet. She was always asking about him and Cassidy, but not in an accusing way. More like she was making sure their relationship was good. She probably wouldn’t approve of their relationship now. He answered. “Hey, Bev. How are you?”

“Hello, Marin,” she said. She was always so proper. “How are you? And how’s Cassidy?”

“We’re both fine. And you?”

“Marin, we don’t have a lot of time. I know what just happened. Sarah’s on her way over here and I don’t want her to know we’ve talked. Not yet. So I’ll ask you again, how is my granddaughter right now?”

Still cautious, Marin asked, “What do you mean, ‘you know what just happened?’” Cassidy looked surprised to hear that. Marin nodded to her.

Beverly replied, “Sarah just walked in on the two of you ‘in flagrante.’ Do I need to be more, hmmm, descriptive, dear?”

How could she know that already? Of course, Sarah would call her. But why wasn’t she screaming obscenities at him, and vowing his ruin, castration, imprisonment, or something?!

“Marin”? she prompted.

His train of thought was speeding along out of control, about to derail, and Bev’s gentle prompt refocused him to the present. “Yeah, Beverly, that about sums it up. And Cass is fine, and she’s right here. But we’ve talked about it, and we’re not stopping. Sorry. The family’s probably gonna disown us both, but this thing is real.”

“No one is being disowned. Be home tomorrow, and I’ll come over and explain everything. Tomorrow, okay? Cassidy needs to be there as well. I’ll be there after church, say around 2:00. Okay?

Marin was speechless. This was not what he expected. “Uhh, oh -… okay.”

“That’s a good lad. It’ll be fine, I assure you. See you then!” and she ended the call.

He looked at Cassidy, still unable to make sense of that call. Unable to process any of it any further, he glanced at an imaginary watch on his wrist. “Look at the time!” he told his daughter. “Let’s go grab some early dinner.”

***

“That fucking monster! That sick fuck! Divorce him right now! He must have raped her! Call the police! Ruin his ass, tell everyone he knows! Throw his ass under the jail!” Sarah could imagine her mother saying any of those things. She could have imagined her mother saying any of a million other things just like it, each one more outraged than the last, and Sarah would have agreed with every one of them. But never in a million years would she have expected her mother's calm response. What the fuck did she mean?! And how the holy FUCK did she know?

Sarah had walked in on the most horrific scene in her entire life. Her husband of twenty-four years, their twenty-two-year-old daughter, both naked, in their bed. Her straddling his lap, his disgusting prick buried all the way inside her, her urging her own father to fuck her. She was so shocked, she couldn’t move for a few seconds. Then, lightheaded, she stumbled against the door and nearly passed out. That stumbling is why they heard her. They were so far gone in their illicit coupling that the surprise of seeing her there simply triggered their orgasm… they both sat there, clutching each other, locked in their throes, unable to move, while Sarah ran out of the house and back to her car. The last thing she saw as she peeled out was Marin running out wearing just boxers trying to catch her before she got to her car. She only drove a few blocks before she pulled into a shopping center parking lot and broke down crying.

How could he DO that? To her, to THEM? How could he rape their baby? Sure, Cassidy was flirty with her dad. Most girls were flirty with their dads (she never was, but still…), but that didn’t give him the right to molest her!! She was going to RUIN him, she thought murderously. She couldn’t go back home. She was going to tell her girlfriends. She was gonna tell everybody! But first, she needed some support. So she called her mom.

She struggled to stop sobbing enough to make the call. “Mom?” she sobbed when her mother answered. “l… I have to come over,” she began, but started crying again. “I walked in on… and Marin was… and… Cass…” She could barely talk. “They were… they were… oh, mom, it was awful! I…” She couldn’t continue.

Her mother, Beverly Anders, shushed her and tried to comfort her. “That’s okay, sweetheart. I know. Why don’t you come over and we’ll figure it out together, okay? Just sit there and calm down for a minute before you drive, alright, dear?”

“Okay, mom. I’ll be there in a few minutes,” she said.

Sometime later, walking into their tastefully appointed home, Sarah remembered as always, this wasn’t her home… this was where her parents had retired to.

“Sarah,” her mom greeted her. “Come, let’s sit in the kitchen. Would you like some coffee? Something stronger?” she asked.

“Sure, mom. Coffee would be great, thanks.”

Beverly poured two cups, added cream and sugar, and placed one in front of Sarah.

“What I was trying to tell you was—"

Beverley interrupted her, saying, “You walked in on Marin and Cassidy having full-on sex, and from the looks of it, it wasn’t their first time. Is that right?”

Sarah was shocked. She hadn’t been able to tell her much of anything through all the sobbing. How did she know all that?

Beverly took her hands and said, “This part’s going to sound, well, crazy. Honey, I knew this was going to happen. I’ve been expecting it since she was eighteen.”

“Wait, you knew Marin was going to rape our daughter?”

“Sarah, I promise you he wasn’t raping her, and I guarantee you she made the first move. She wasn’t doing anything she didn’t desperately want to do.”

“What are you talking about? How the fuck can you know that?”

“Language, dear,” said Beverly.

“Language?! My husband and—”

“That’s no excuse to be uncivilized,” she said calmly. “Now let me finish. As I was saying, I knew this was going to happen. I’ve been expecting it because, and there’s no way to say this except to say it: Honey, it runs in the family.”

Sarah’s head snapped back in surprise. She said, “What? Runs in the family?! I never fucked—” Beverly pursed her lips disapprovingly, “had sex with my dad. Did you? And how are you so calm about this?!”

“Yes. That’s why I’m so calm about this,” she answered.

“Yes? Yes, what? Yes, you slept with your father?”

“Yes, my dad and I slept together. In fact, we had quite a sex life,” she said, smiling as if remembering good times indeed.

Sarah was incredulous. She said, slowly, “Wait… you’re saying, you… you and… Poppy? You fucked your own father?!”

“Lang—”

“Fuck that, I’ll say whatever I want! You fucked your own father? And you think that justifies Marin molesting our child?!” Sarah finished, breathing hard, glaring angrily at Beverly as if she didn’t even know who she was. With what was just admitted to, maybe she didn’t.

Beverly sipped her coffee as calmly as if they were chatting about unseasonably nice weather. “Sarah, I know that this is a lot to process, so if you’ll listen to me for a few minutes, I’ll explain everything as best I can. After that, feel free to rant, rage, and even break things. I won’t stop you. Okay?” she asked sweetly.

Glaring at her through slitted eyes, Sarah said, “Go on.”

“Going back as far as anyone can remember,” began Beverly, “girls in this family have always favored their fathers. I wouldn’t be surprised if the first person ever called a ‘daddy’s girl’ was one of our ancestors. And because men naturally feel like they’re supposed to be their little girls’ big strong protector, it’s a good match. But somewhere around seventeen or eighteen, all of a sudden, they start to look at him a little differently. It starts innocently enough… admiring his body, noticing his scent, maybe a little light flirting. Then, over time, it builds and gets more, well, intense. Her flirting becomes more like seduction, she starts dressing sexier, she can’t seem to keep her hands off him, always finding reasons to touch him. And she’s totally unable to stop herself from doing any of this. Any of this sounding familiar?”

Sarah said, “I noticed all of that behavior in Cassidy for the past two years. I just figured she was testing herself in a safe place, and then she’d grow out of it.”

“When that part starts, normally her mother will step in, and help her, well, make it happen,” Beverly continued.

“So wait, you’re telling me that in our family, moms help their daughters fuck their dad? Their own husbands? Is this for real?!” exclaimed Sarah.

“Dear, could you please try not to be so crass and vulgar about a beautiful tradition in our family? Anyway, yes, it’s up to each generation to pass this on to the next. Sweetie, we know all too well about the laws and public opinion about incest, but here in the confines of the family, we’re pretty proud of this little tradition.”

“Wait,” said Sarah. “Nobody helped ‘coach’ Cassidy. So how—"

Beverly cut her off, “It was always going to happen, no matter what. You couldn’t keep her away from her father any more than you could have stopped her from growing breasts. It’s completely natural, at least in our family. And we all knew that if she came to you, you’d drag her off to therapy, make wild accusations against Marin, and generally bring all kinds of unwanted attention down on our family and that would be unacceptable. So while we didn’t interfere, we’ve, well mostly ‘I’ have been keeping a close eye on her, and as soon as I saw her start acting and dressing more provocatively, I’ve been preparing to have this conversation with you.”

“But Marin! He should have said no. He should have resisted, turned her down—”

“No dear, he couldn’t,” contradicted Beverly. “We think that it’s DNA… the ‘fever’, as we call it, only affects natural-born fathers and daughters. No stepparents, adoptive parents, second husbands, just fathers and daughters. We think that when it hits, something in her DNA triggers something latent in his DNA, and they feed on each other. Together the attraction is irresistible and unbreakable. No father in this family has ever resisted his daughter’s advances, and we can look back over a hundred years.”

Sarah countered, “But what about me? I’ve never once thought about dad like that. Even now, it’s like, uuugghhh. I mean he’s not ugly or disgusting… but he’s my dad! Why didn’t it happen to me.?

Beverly shook her head sadly. “Nobody knows, dear. Every other woman in the family, including me, and your aunts and cousins, have all experienced the joy of being loved, fully loved, by their fathers. It’s so sad that you missed out for some reason. And your father missed out as well. My dad always told me he enjoyed me more than mom, and that made us both proud.”

Sarah said, “You keep saying ‘we’. Who is we?”

“Why, all of us, dear,” Beverly replied. “Every man and woman in the family who’ve enjoyed our legacy… our ‘fever’. We all know how wonderful it is.”

Sarah, asked, “Is that why you were always pushing me towards dad? Sometimes it felt like you were trying to, I don’t know… set us up or something.”

Beverly said, “I was. You hadn’t started by nineteen, and I was trying to jump-start it. But sadly, you just missed out.”

Sarah asked, “Does dad know? I mean, he must, right?”

Beverly shook her head quickly and said, “Oh no, dear. He knows we’re a close family, but he has no idea about the family’s full legacy. That’s why this must all be kept under wraps.”

Sarah looked shocked. “Why? How can you keep this from him?! He has a right to know!”

Beverly said, “Sarah, honey, how do you think he’d feel if he found this out about our family? Hmm? Now, how would he feel if he found out from me while he was still in bed with you? You think he’d be more understanding?”

“Sure, because—”

“Well, that’s how fathers typically find out. Mothers help their daughters successfully seduce them, and while they’re lying there, still feeling guilty, the mom comes in and tells him what I just told you.”

“And then what? Everybody just lives happily ever after?” scoffed Sarah.

“Exactly,” said Beverly. “Your cousin Marissa got her fever, your aunt Candace, my sister, helped her sleep with her dad Stuart, they both arranged for it to happen on their schedule, and Candace walked in while they were both still breathing hard. And now, Marissa is happily married and has a great relationship with both parents, and yes, she still visits her daddy every so often. And I hear that Marissa’s daughter Kaitlin just started getting flirty with her dad, Jackson. And she’s eighteen… younger than Cassidy. So yes. The circle continues happily ever after.”

“Wait… both you and Aunt Candace…?”

“Yes,” nodded Beverly. “Everyone in the family envies the father of multiple daughters!” she added, chuckling.

“Wow. This is insane! So what now? I never got this ‘fever.’”

“I know,” said Beverly, “and it’s so sad,” she added sorrowfully.

“Why does that bother you so much?” asked Sarah.

“Because you’re not a part of this, you have no idea how wonderful this is, how amazing we all think this is. As your mother, knowing that you can’t be a part of this is like knowing that heaven is real and that your child can’t go. It’s heartbreaking.”

“Whatever,” scoffed Sarah. “Nobody from this family’s going to heaven.”

“Why ever not?” asked Beverly. “We’re good people. We’re not criminals. We’re not racist, we’re not homophobic, we’re very welcoming of everyone who comes into the family. All we ask is that they understand our family dynamic.”

“Mom, it’s still wrong… no to mention illegal! And what ifTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.