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This story takes place in the world and families of Britney and Katie (Isobel is Trent's sister) but separate and (for now) prior to Trent deciding to use Britney. Everyone is eighteen at the time the current events (all sexual situations) take place. THE FIRST PART FEATURES VERY QUESTIONABLE CONSENT/RELUCTANCE. She will, of course, come to love it. This one is a little different, pretty fucked up, and plays with POVs of the parents.
As always, this is an exploration into my specific kink, the stuff I want to read about... This is fantasy, fiction, kink, it is not and should not be considered anything other than horrifying when thinking of real life and real people. The fun of fiction is you get to write or read whatever fucked up shit you want, because it's not real. I'm writing this because *I* think it's hot, not because it's realistic. This is erotica, I don't like realistic characters, I want them clueless and over the top absurd. If you don't that's your business.
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Isobel grew up in a very... unique family. As soon as she and her twin sister Christine turned eighteen, their father had introduced them to the family tradition. The men in the family used their daughters' bodies, breaking them in and training them to be good wives for their future husbands. It had been jarring, at first, but Isobel had loved it before long and it became a vital part of young adult years and the transition to adulthood. At twenty-three she'd gotten married and that particular relationship with her father had ceased. But she always knew she was going to continue it, from the moment Isobel knew she was pregnant with a daughter, she waited for the day when she and her husband would introduce her to their special little family.
When her brother Trent made it clear he wouldn't be carrying on the tradition with his own daughter, Britney, who was only six months younger than her Lily; that he wouldn't even dream of breathing a word of it to his wife, Isobel found herself resenting her own brother. Her sister Christine, too, wasn't interested in introducing her adopted daughter to that world, though she could be forgiven as she'd married a woman and there was no daddy to train their daughter even if Christine had wanted to keep it up. Still, it caused a rift between them, nothing formal, just a slow drifting away. Isobel lived a few hours from her brother and dad and another couple from her sister, so it was simple enough to just... not speak with them. She knew Lily kept in touch with her grandfather, and her cousins, but they didn't visit and Isobel didn't ask about them. And before she knew it, two years had passed.
It was hard to miss her father and siblings too much though, because those years had been spent waiting for the moment she'd looked forward to since she was taking her own father's cock. Her daughter Lily was turning eighteen.
Isobel knew she was going to marry Paul from the moment she met him. It had been a blind date, set up by her father, funny enough. Paul was older, just a decade, but it meant that he and her dad, Charles, met at work. Paul was a police officer whose visits to the hospital where Charles worked happened enough times that Isobel's father got the idea to set them up. And when she saw Paul on their blind date... He was all she needed. Paul was a large man, 6'6" and bulky with mass and muscle. He had close cropped, styled hair and maintained a manicured moustache and stubble. He was big and strong, tough. He was possessive and had a short fuse, but Isobel knew immediately that he'd be exactly the husband she was looking for. He'd keep her in her place, care for her and their family and give her the traditional homemaker wife life she longed for. And most importantly: she knew he would be eager to keep her family's tradition alive.
In the weeks leading up to their only daughter's eighteenth birthday, Isobel watched as Paul started settling into his role. Or, she watched him grow more and more eager for the day he'd pick up her father's mantle. Their daughter was a walking wet dream, even Isobel could see that. Lily had long blonde hair and bright blue eyes, she was slim and petite and her tits had grown in beautifully, they were big and bouncy without being too much for her small frame. She was a quiet girl, too, innocent and homely despite being a total knockout. She had a small, close group of friends but spent most of her time reading and studying. She'd be graduating high school soon and had gotten into a number of good universities. Isobel had been worried, at first, when she'd been applying to schools where she'd have to move away from home. She didn't want to stop her daughter from following her dreams, but she also wasn't about to let her abandon the family tradition by moving away for college. So it had been a relief when Lily had settled on a local school. Her little girl would be staying close to home.
"All packed, sweetie?" Isobel dried her hands on a dishtowel, turning to her daughter. She was just finishing off a cleaning of the kitchen in preparation. "Your daddy and I hope to get on the road in the next hour. Sound good?"
Lily cracked open a can of sparkling water she'd pulled from the fridge. "Yep, all packed! I can't believe you guys booked this for my birthday." She smiled widely, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Anything for you, Lily pad." Isobel gave her a quick squeeze before surveying the room to ensure it was up to Paul's standards of cleanliness. He was a strict husband, and a strict father, but it was something Isobel appreciated in him. He expected her to keep their home in pristine condition and it was something she prided herself in achieving. "Oh, did you pack a swimsuit? There's a hot tub at the cabin!"
"Is there?" Lily's eyes lit up. "I'll go grab one, thanks mom!" She rushed away to add the last minute item to her bag.
"You about ready?" Paul asked, his deep voice echoing from behind Isobel. He'd come in through the basement where she knew he'd been gathering a few items they kept in a locked room.
Grinning, she turned to face him. "I could not be more ready. Lil's just grabbing her swimsuit."
Paul laughed, it rumbled through her. "You think she'll need that?" He smirked.
"Ah, maybe just tonight." Isobel's eyes sparkled with excitement.
They were headed off for a weekend away to celebrate Lily's birthday. Paul had found the family a cabin a few hours out of town, deep in the woods. It was the day before their little girl's eighteenth birthday and the plans were finally being set into motion. They'd get settled in the cabin by early evening, have a nice family dinner and a movie. Maybe a dip in the cabin's hot tub, before tucking in for the night. Then, in the morning, they'd celebrate Lily's birthday in ways that Isobel and Paul had been dreaming of for years.
Within the hour, the three of them were on the road and by five they were pulling up to the cabin. "It's so cute!" Lily called from the backseat. "You guys are the best."
"It's not every day our little girl turns eighteen." Isobel grinned, unbuckling her seatbelt to turn to her husband and daughter. "Is it, Paul?"
He smiled, staring at Lily in the rearview mirror. "No, it sure isn't. I can't believe our little girl is all grown up. You excited, kitten?"
"So excited, daddy!" She had her hand on the door handle. "Can I go look inside?"
"Of course, Lil. I'll get us into the lockbox."
Once Paul got the door unlocked, Lily bounded into the cabin and began poking through all the rooms. Paul chuckled, watching her for a moment before returning to the car to bring their things in. Isobel went straight to the kitchen to see about what she'd need for their dinner and before long she had a homemade shepherd's pie in the oven.
The night went just as they hoped. Lily was thrilled with the cabin and the three of them enjoyed an action movie after dinner. Paul took the easy chair and the girls cuddled up on the couch under a blanket. It was early summer and the nights were still cool. Before bed, Isobel and Lily took a dip in the hot tub while Paul did some unpacking inside. They'd only been in a few minutes when he cracked the sliding door open. "You girls want a drink?"
"You read my mind, hun!" Isobel called back. "You're almost eighteen now, baby, what do you say we have a couple of celebration shots?"
Lily's eyes went wide. "Really?"
"Of course, Lily pad. I don't mind if you drink so long as I know you're safe."
"Shots sound fun, mom. I've never done one before." She grinned. Seconds later, Paul returned with a tray of drinks.
"Brought you a couple of options, ladies." He told them, holding the tray over the edge of the tub. "Couple of shots of tequila for each of you, salt and limes of course, and a couple of margs to wash them down." He set the tray down where they could reach it. "Have fun!" He shot Isobel a wink before turning to the cabin and leaving them to their drinks.
"Wow!" Lily eyed the drinks with a huge smile. "I'm surprised dad's okay with this."
"Your dad's not as uptight as you think, baby. He wants you to have a fun birthday too." Isobel looked at her wrist as though it held a watch. "Speaking of, someone's eighteen in just a few minutes I believe."
Lily grinned, picking up one of the tequila shots and a slice of lime. "Perfect timing, then." She said and downed the shot, scrunching her face up for a second before sucking the lime into her mouth.
Isobel laughed and followed suit. They followed those with the second shots, and then sipped on the margs. It was clear Lily was feeling the alcohol, she had a hazy kind of smile on her face. "You feeling good, baby?" Isobel asked her daughter. "It's well past midnight, you're officially eighteen!"
Lily lit up, grinning. "Can't believe I'm an adult."
"Me neither, feels like just yesterday that you were a baby."
Her daughter gave a little splash in her direction. "No baby talk, I'm an adult now, remember?" She giggled.
"You sure are. Alright, adult talk then. Are there any boys you like at school?"
Lily was already flushed from the hot tub, but it creeped into her cheeks. "Not really."
"No one? Not even just for a little fun?" Isobel raised her eyebrows.
Lily sighed. "Nope."
"Have you done much with boys yet, baby?" Isobel asked, before adding, "Or girls, obviously!" She laughed and sipped her margarita.
