This story is taking on a life of its own . I hope you enjoy the ride as much as I am. I do not know if there will be traditional erotica scenes, if it feels like it fits it will be there. So without any further ado, Part 1
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June 13th
7:10 am
Berchand Residence
Maddy woke up, sweat covered her and her sheets. She was panting, trying so hard to forget the nightmare. What could have brought that on? She shook her head and gathered her composure.
Getting out of bed, trying to rub the sleep out of her eyes, she noticed that she had gone to sleep naked. She never did that. Anyone could come in her room at any time. She ran for her closet and opened the top dresser drawer. She grabbed a black lace bra and panty set and hurriedly put them on. She grabbed a pair of black hip-hugger pants and a maroon blouse. She slipped on some sandals.
"Maddy! Breakfast!" her mother call from downstairs. "And make sure Sandie is up too."
"Yes Ma'am! I promise to kick her out of bed!"
She left her room and walked over to the door to her sister's room. It was not closed, just like last night. *Last night? Last night was a dream. *
She pushed the door open and saw her sister laying on top of the covers. Her pert ass barely covered by her t-shirt. Her skin looked so soft. Sandie turned slightly, her legs parting and the t-shirt riding up showing off her pussy.
Maddy stared at her sister's pussy, glistening in the morning light. She stepped forward, slowly as to not wake her. She started to reach out to her, hand moving towards those wet lips. She just wanted a little taste.
*what the fuck?! I do not want a taste!!*
She reached up to her sister's shoulder and shook her awake. "Come on Sandie, breakfast is ready and you got work in a couple of hours."
"mmph, five more minutes..." her sister mumbled and rolled over. The shirt was now so high up that Maddy could see all her treasures. That little brown star, such a tempting sight, those thick salmon-colored lips, so full and tempting.
Maddy shook herself out of the revery and ran out of Sandie's room. *I need to get out of here. What am I even thinking? *
She sat down for breakfast, her mom had placed a plate of pancakes, sausage and bacon in the center of the table. Her dad had his phone out, reading the morning news, with a cup of coffee and the food on his plate half-eaten.
"Sweetie, did you wake your sister?" her mother asked her as she brought in pitchers of milk and orange juice. Her mom had on a flower print summer dress which, though modestly cut, showed much cleavage. Her mom was a bit larger than she was and her breasts were still firm for a woman her age. She was 20 when she gave birth to Sandie and 22 when Maddy was born.
"Yes mom, but she wanted 5 more minutes and that was 10 minutes ago."
"Shut up you snitch." Sandie said as she entered the kitchen. Maddy watched her sit down. Sandie worked as a teller at the local bank. She had on what she called her "sexy business attire", a lavender blouse with the top three buttons opened, showing her ample cleavage, a tight knee length black skirt, black stockings and black heels. She looked from her sister, to her mother and finally to her father. It was a good morning, the family all together and a comfortable feeling being around those who loved you.
She looked down at her plate and cut a piece off the pancake and swirled it in the syrup and placed it in her mouth, savoring the taste. She looked up and was shocked by what she saw. Her mother slowly changed before her eyes, her summer dress disappeared along with the rest of her clothing and her necklace shrank, then widened until it became a collar. A chain ran down the front of her body and attached to the chain that held manacles on her wrists, continuing down to the manacles on her feet. Finally, a rope extended from the collar to her father's hand, her sister's hand and her own.
Her mother's face went from placid to violently angry. "Look what you have done to me! You little slut." She hissed at Maddy "Think you are so perfect, a little angel, innocent and pure. I hear you; you know. When your father is fucking me. Your moans, diddling yourself while you listened to us fuck." She leaned closer to Maddy "Your father loves that you listen, that you make yourself cum to our fucking. You created a new kink for us."
Maddy was rocked back in her seat from the vehemence of her mother's attack. The words she spoke to her, Maddy could not think straight. Then just as before, her mother changed back.
"Maddy dear, are you alright? You look like you have seen a ghost."
"Maddy, answer your mother." She turned to look at her father. His face started to turn angry, turned purple with rage as he stood. He threw back his chair and towered above Maddy. "ANSWER YOUR WHORE MOTHER, CUNT!" his spittle covered her face as he shouted at her. He grabbed her by the throat and squeezed until she could neither speak nor breathe.
She tried to pry his hand from her throat but she was too weak.
"Choke the bitch daddy! She thinks she is so much better than us. All prim and proper, even though the clothes she wears border on slutty." Her sister looked maniacal as she stood there with her breasts almost spilling out of her top. "Slap her Daddy! She wants to fuck you! Fuck her! She finger-fucks herself listening to you, fuck her daddy. Take away that virginity so she can no longer be that pure fucking pain in the ass she has become!"
Tears started flowing down Maddy's cheeks. She wondered if her family really hated her. Then the pressure on her neck ceased. Everyone was looking at her, the room was back to normal. She looked from one to the other and then pushed away from the table. "I need to get ready for school" and she left the kitchen. She stumbled to her room. She wondered what was happening to her.
She heard a voice, but could find where it came from, it was a harsh whisper "You. Will. Find. Out... soon." And then all she heard was laughter.