Cross Contamination Part 11: Trouble in Paradise
Renee Cross poked her head into her father's bedroom cautiously. The moaning and rhythmic noises of the bed had stopped over an hour ago, so she was reasonably sure that her father was finished with Gina for now, but the walls were thick, and she couldn't be absolutely certain that Victor wasn't playing some quieter game with his new favorite toy.
Renee breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her father alone on his bed, frowning down at his phone. He was still naked, his skin glistening with the sweat of his night-long exertion, covered below the waist by his soiled bed sheets.
The room was rank with the scent of Gina and Victor's filthy adulterous coitus. Renee wrinkled her nose in disgust. She would have preferred to meet somewhere less filthy, but if she wanted to debrief with her father and partner in crime, now was the time. It wouldn't do to be late to school today.
Victor looked up as he saw his daughter approach, a weary smile crossing his rugged face. "Good Morning, dearest," he said warmly. "I hope we didn't keep you up last night. It's a crucial time for me and Gina. It was important that I make a lasting impression."
Renee shrugged nonchalantly. She considered sitting on the edge of the bed, then decided against it as she looked more closely. "Your nocturnal activities don't interest me in the slightest except for their influence on the project, Father. You know that." Renee had to draw firm lines with Victor. She didn't suspect that he had any particular attraction towards her, but Victor Cross was an amoral sexual omnivore, and she couldn't be too careful. "Speaking of which, you finally let your new pet go back to her Cuck I see. Are you sure she's ready for the next step?"
Victor chuckled. "I've been playing this game longer than you've been alive, Renee," his eyes were warm, but there was a hint of warning in them. "Well, I suppose just barely longer than you've been alive, but still. I don't make mistakes. Gina is ready."
Renee gave her father a sidelong glance. It was unusual for her father to call his conquests by name, at least in private. What made this new slut special?
"I'm more concerned about the other end of the equation," said Victor, raising an eyebrow. "Have you properly prepared the cuck? Today will put a lot of pressure on that pathetic loser. Will he bend the way we want? Or will he snap?"
"I'll answer the way you did, Father," said Renee with an answering flash of iron in her gaze. "I don't make mistakes."
"I'm proud to hear it," said Victor, so innocently that Renee read his mockery easily. "How are things going with the daughter?"
Renee couldn't keep a smug look off of her face. "As smooth as can be. It's almost getting boring how easily she submits. I need to get to school in fact. I'm about to inform my good friend Kissy about how she will be losing her V-card."
"Have fun," said Victor, making a dismissive gesture with his hand as his eyes returned to his phone.
As Renee turned to leave, Victor called out, eyes still focused on his device: "Be careful with that one. She's like her mother in many ways. Gina was a soft pliable girl in high school as well, right up until she snapped and overthrew the queen bee."
Renee rolled her eyes. Her Father only knew about Kissy from what Renee had told him. He had been almost entirely focused on the Mommy end of this project so far. Renee was the expert on Kissy, and she was confident that the little slut would accept Renee's cherry-popping plan with meek, blushing agreement.
There was no way that Kissy could say no to her at this point.
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Daren took a nervous sip of coffee.
A full pancake breakfast stood spread out on the kitchen table in front of him, painstakingly made by Daren over the last hour and a half.
Daren had a hard time sleeping last night. His strange sexual close-call with Cassie kept running through his mind endlessly. At one moment filling him with intense shame and self-loathing, the next making him so aroused he could barely breathe. It didn't help that his wife, normally his rock in times of trouble, was gone for the second night in a row. Still with Victor. Doing God knows what. Finally, giving up on sleep altogether, Daren decided to wake up a little early and prepare a feast for his daughter. Maybe it would go part of the way towards making things normal between them again.
When Daren heard Cassie's door open down the hall, he turned with hopeful eyes. But Cassie hustled quickly through the kitchen, her hood up and eyes forward. She was already at the door by the time he managed to get out, "Cassie, I... I just wanted to say..." but he had nothing. He could think of no words that would make last night normal and acceptable. Cassie paused with her hand on the doorknob.
Without turning around, she said in a quiet voice: "I know Daddy. It's ok. We can talk later. I just... I can't do it right now."
She opened the door and was gone.
Daren sat glumly at the table and took another deep gulp of coffee, picking listlessly at a piece of crispy bacon. He should probably head to work after calling in sick yesterday. Suddenly, the door to the outside opened again. Daren looked up, hoping that Cassie had decided to eat with him after all. His eyes widened.
It was Gina.
She wore a long jacket and high heels and was carrying a duffel bag. Her hair was messy and rumpled, her face was without makeup and unwashed. Any average woman would look like a terrible mess in this state, but Gina was no average woman. Even though she looked like she hadn't washed or slept in days, Gina would always be stunning to Daren. There was something else about her right now as well. His normally cool, confident, and composed wife had an air of... vulnerability. Weakness. A tender look in her eyes that didn't seem to belong.
Daren leaped to his feet, rushing towards his beautiful wife as soon as he saw her to take her in his arms. Although Daren knew he had missed his wife since she had been gone these past few days, it wasn't until just now that he realized how much. His heart swelled as he saw her, and suddenly the world seemed right again.
"Stop!" said Gina sharply as Daren approached. Her eyes skidded away from his, unable to meet her husband's gaze. Daren realized with a sinking feeling that the look of tenderness in her eyes wasn't for him. It didn't indicate how much she had missed him. She was... nervous. Or scared. Or intimidated somehow. Daren caught a whiff of some deep, primal smell on his wife, rich and unpleasant and stronger than just not taking a shower could explain...
"I... I'm sorry Daren," said Gina gently, seeing the hurt in his eyes. "It's not that I don't want a hug. I would love one. Really." A red blush was starting to spread across her face along with a look of deep shame. "B-but, unfortunately, there is something we need to do first." Daren felt as if an invisible wall had slammed down between them. Something had happened during the past two days to change their relationship completely. And Daren hadn't even been there to see it happen.
Gina gestured for him to follow her into the living room. Daren sat on the couch as he watched her pull a tripod out of the bag she was carrying, as well as a small but professional-looking camera. It took her only a few moments to set it up, pointed towards the couch and armchair across from each other.