Though the afternoon had been warm, there was a chill in the air blowing through the car windows as the evening approached. Doug and his daughter Louise had been on the road for a couple hours now; they were headed to his hometown, where the rest of his family still lived, to visit for a few days and celebrate Louise's birthday. His wife and their other child had gone a few days early and would be there waiting for them.
Doug glanced over at his daughter. "I'm gonna roll the windows up...getting a little chilly."
Louise stared silently outside. She was not happy to be on this trip - this birthday happened to be her eighteenth, and she was planning on filling out her Formal Consent paperwork with her boyfriend. But she hadn't even finished her birthday pancakes when her father told her to pack her things for a family trip.
Doug sighed and rolled the windows up. In his mid-forties now, he was just about her age when the government passed the Free Usage And Consent Act. In order to stem the growing tide of degeneracy in society, the drastic law had three important parts:
1. Anyone who attempted to perform a sexual act with someone else without both parties filing their Formal Consent was swiftly and decisively punished. Adults caught violating this rule received an automatic ten year prison sentence. If an adult was caught violating this rule with a minor, sentencing was much more severe; there was no need for sentencing guidelines for repeat offenders, to put it bluntly.
2. Only adults, eighteen years of age or older, could legally file for Formal Consent. Zero exceptions.
3. Though it could be given to as many partners as she chooses, a woman's Formal Consent to a man was "permanent, unconditional and irrevocable," making them free-to-use for life to whoever they gave their consent. The reasoning behind this clause was that it would give women a reason to think very seriously about potential sexual partners, lowering the rate of promiscuity, single motherhood, STIs, and the other assorted negative consequences of the previously wild and free dating environment of the early 21st century.
The government found in virtual testing models that affecting this clause on both parties, or upon only men, had a profoundly negative effect on birth rates, while putting all the potential negative consequences of poor partner choice on women alone produced desired societal outcomes pretty much across the board.
Louise knew all this, of course; the FUCA was something everyone her age found themselves studying very intently the closer they got to their eighteenth birthday. She had been dating Trip for two years now, and he had been eighteen for a few months already. He wasn't exactly putting pressure on her to fill out Formal Consent paperwork once she turned eighteen, but his growing sense of excitement in the weeks leading up to the big day was obvious.
Doug turned off the music as he exited the freeway. This wasn't the way they usually took, but Louise was still too grumpy to ask about it. Her father broke the silence.
"Look," he began, "I have an idea about why you're mad. I'm not totally stupid, right?"
She kept her gaze directed out the window and didn't show a sign of having heard him.
Doug continued. "Have any of your friends done a Formal Consent agreement yet?"
At this, she turned and stared daggers at her father, but still kept her mouth shut. A couple of them had, of course, but it was none of his business.
"Right, it's none of my business," he said shortly, seemingly reading her mind. "It doesn't matter anyway, you've always been so strong-willed. Not one to do something just because your girlfriends were doing it."
He smiled as he said it. It was all true. Louise was very intelligent, and extremely confident. He and his wife had raised her well.
"Still, us parents do talk to each other. I know it's gotta be something you've been thinking about, being at that age. And Trip is a very nice young man, I like him a lot -"
"Ugh, Dad please," she finally spoke up.
"I do!" Doug said with a laugh. "He's very respectful. Very nice. Maybe not smart enough for you-" Louise rolled her eyes "-but a good kid. Seems to have a plan for his future."
Louise was still angry, but she was willing to engage at least. "But?"
"But...there's no need to rush into giving him that kind of power over you right away. You should really consider waiting until marriage, like your mother did."
"We're going to get married someday, though," Louise retorted, her tone softening a bit. "We talk about it all the time."
Her father turned and gave her an incredulous look. "Yes. I know. I've heard. You think your mother and I keep the windows open all the time just for the fresh air? You two get very chatty as soon as you're outside the front door."
Louise ignored this blatant breach of her privacy for the moment. "So what's the problem with signing our Formal Consent now?"
The car turned into a suburban neighborhood unfamiliar to Louise. They were still nearly an hour away from their destination and she began to wonder where exactly they were headed.
"The problem," her father said slowly, carefully picking his words, "is that kids your age don't truly consider the long-term consequences."
Louise scoffed, but her father pressed on.
"It's not an insult to your intelligence, don't misunderstand me. It's just how brains work at your age. They aren't even fully developed until you're twenty five or so, it's science. The point is, you think you'll be in love with Trip forever - and maybe you will! Hopefully you will. But if that's the case, would it really hurt to wait until you're married to sign something so...permanent?"
She didn't respond. She knew he was right, of course. Though he was a bit of a goofball, her father was one of the smartest people she knew and she respected him a great deal. They'd always had a great relationship, even throughout her bog-standard rebellious teen years.
Still, she was an eighteen-year old girl, and her body was a chaotic ball of hormones and defiance.
"If we know we're going to be together forever anyway, there's no point in waiting."
Her father didn't respond right away, but Louise noticed a shadow fall over his features. A twinge of sadness, or maybe regret. After a few moments, she looked around.
The car had stopped. They were parked on a residential street in a cozy little neighborhood, decidedly upper-middle-class in nature. It was still daylight, but very few people were out. Looking at the house closest to her, she saw a family sitting down to dinner; a mother and father at opposite ends of the table, and a daughter between them, maybe a few years older than herself.
"Where are we going, anyway?" she finally asked.
"Just a quick pit stop," her father replied vaguely, with a wink. "Teaching opportunity. You stay put."
He got out of the car and left it running for Louise. He walked around the front of the vehicle and towards the house she'd been looking at. He paused for a moment and turned, as if he were thinking about saying something. Instead he held two fingers up to his eyes for a few seconds, then pointed them towards the house's window, as if to say "watch." Then he pulled out his phone and tapped the screen a bit.
Louise's phone rang. He was calling her.
She picked it up. "Uh...yes?" she asked.
"You should probably listen, too." Before she could ask what was going on, he placed the phone back in his front pocket and continued up the path towards the front door.
Louise saw him fish around in his pocket for a moment before producing a key. With a twist of the wrist and a turn of the knob, she watched her father enter the house. The family at the dinner table perked up at the sound of the door opening.
'Why does Dad have a key to this house?' she thought. 'What's going on?'
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Doug strode with purpose towards the dining room and flung open the door.
The look of confusion and alarm on the faces of its three occupants was quickly replaced with one of relief, followed soon by an awkward shifting of glances.
"Hey there James, Megan," Doug said pleasantly. Then after a brief pause and a direct glance at the woman sitting at the head of the table, he continued, "Emily."
Emily looked down at her plate. "Jeez, Doug, now? Can it please wait until after dinner?"
Doug walked across the room, past Emily's husband and daughter, unzipping his pants as he went. "No," he said coldly. "I've got somewhere to be."
With a firm, deliberate movement, he grabbed a handful of Emily's dark curly hair and turned her head up towards him. She looked for a moment at her husband before reluctantly reaching into Doug's unzipped fly and pulling out his penis. As she began slowly masturbating him, James and Megan huffed and stood up.
"Guess we'll take our dinner to go. You'll be quick, then?" James asked with a scowl as he and his daughter picked up their plates to leave.
"I'll be as quick or as slow as I please, James. Feel free to stay for the show if you like, pick up some pointers maybe? Join in? I can only fill so many of your wife's holes on my own."
Having grown sufficiently hard, Doug slapped away Emily's hand and shoved her open mouth down around his dick. She winced and let loose a wet 'gluck' sound as he hit the back of her throat. Her mouth was warm and welcoming, as always.
"Yeah I'll pass, thanks," James muttered and left the room without looking back. Megan stared transfixed for a few moments at her mother's bobbing head, with something like a cross between pity and contempt, before she too left the room.
