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Lily 01 The Family Tradition

Lily 01 The Family Tradition

by princessatie69
20 min read
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adultfiction

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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."

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"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.

Lily looked away, shifting under the water. "Not really. I'm really shy, and..." She sighed and rolled her eyes. "I'm too scared to try anything, I feel like I'll just be weird."

Isobel smiled into her glass, taking another sip. Oh, they were going to have so much with. Lily was even more perfect than she realized. Not only was she pure and untouched, but maybe she'd even appreciate having her daddy teach her. "I'm sorry, baby, I know it's weird growing up. You're forced to just figure everything out on your own." She wanted to shift the conversation, she didn't need her little girl feeling sad. "Do you ever touch yourself, Lil?"

Lily chewed on her lip a little before replying. "Sometimes. But I can never figure out what to do."

"It takes a lot of practice, that's normal."

"Yeah?" Lily lit up.

"Definitely, just keep trying, baby, you'll learn how to do it right."

Lily grinned. "Thanks mom."

They kept sipping their margaritas, the conversation descending into more giggles than words until finally they were down to just ice in their glasses and their hands were pruney. By then, Lily's eyes were glassy and she was smiling, swaying a little in the tub.

"You feel okay, Lily pad?"

"So good, mom."

"Let's go inside. Can you stand okay? I'll call for your dad if not."

Lily tried to get to her feet, standing slowly only to sway to one side, nearly toppling into the water. She giggled and sat back down.

Isobel laughed. "Sometimes the heat can make alcohol a little stronger, I think you're drunk, baby girl!"

"I think I am, mom." Lily giggled again, her eyes fluttering.

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"Paul!" Isobel craned her neck and called toward the cabin. A few moments later, her husband was opening the screen door.

"You hollered, darling?"

"Your little girl needs some help getting to her bed, seems we got her a little drunk."

Paul's mouth curled into a grin, his eyes clouded with anticipation. "You don't say?" In a few strides he was at the edge of the tub, reaching under Lily's arms to hoist her out of the water. She giggled through it all, her eyes drooping as she let herself be pulled from the tub, wrapped in a towel and carried into the house by her father. Isobel followed after them, wrapping a towel around her own wet swimsuit. In the kitchen, she shot a glance to the clock on the wall. It was three in the morning on their little girl's birthday, Isobel's heart felt so full.

By the time they got Lily into the room she'd claimed as her own, she was dozing. "Just lay her on the edge of the bed for now, hun, I'll get that wet swimsuit off and then we can tuck her in."

Paul only grunted. Isobel watched him closely, she could tell exactly what he was thinking, and just how eager he was. But he'd have to wait a little longer still, they were going to let their little girl sleep a while. When he'd set their sleeping daughter on the edge of her bed, Paul stood back and watched carefully as his wife pealed the wet swimsuit off their little girl's luscious curves. She did it carefully, looking back at him with every move. First untying the top and pulling the wet, stringy fabric from Lily's breasts. They spilled out, soft round mounds just begging for her father's big hands to encase them. Paul groaned. Then Isobel moved to the bottoms, slowly untying the bows at the sides before pulling it away to reveal their daughter's hairless, damp, glistening pink pussy. "Jesus Christ." Paul's voice rattled through her, Isobel's own pussy fluttered in her swimsuit.

"Patience, hun." She turned to wink at him. "Alright, time to tuck her in." She stepped away so he could lift Lily under the covers. He did it carefully, laying her down and letting his hands linger over her soft young skin. Another low, throaty groan rumbled through him and he finally stepped away, letting loose a heavy breath. "That's it, let's leave her to rest a little. She'll need it." She had to tug him away, pulling at his fingers until he finally followed her to their bedroom.

When they'd shut the door to their own room, Isobel turned and let her gaze drop to the bulge in her husband's sweats.

"You want me in the meantime?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

He let another breath rattle out of him. "No, I think I want to save it all for our little girl."

Isobel grinned, warmth radiating through her. "It'll be worth it."

"Oh I have no doubt about that."

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Lily had just turned sixteen when Isobel first introduced the idea to Paul. It had been difficult keeping it to herself all that time, but she knew how best to go about floating the idea. So when she started noticing Paul watching their daughter with an expression of confused frustration, she knew he was ready to hear it.

Lily's birthday had been spent by their pool, just her and a couple of friends lounging in their bikinis for the day. The girls had slept over, camping out in the basement with sleeping bags and movies and more popcorn than anyone could reasonably eat. Isobel and Paul had turned in for the night, locking themselves in their bedroom two floors away from the girls below.

As she did most nights, Isobel had sucked her husband's cock until he was rock hard. Normally she'd keep going, letting him fuck her throat until he came down it, but that night she had other plans. "My pussy needs your cock." She'd told him breathily, grinding into the mattress. "Will you fuck me?" She'd looked up from between his legs, eyes wide with wanting.

Paul had only grunted, gripping her by the ribs and tossing her onto the bed. Isobel had giggled spreading her thighs for her husband. And just as he thrust his nine inches of thick, throbbing cock into her pussy, she'd told him what she wanted. That she wanted him to fuck their daughter on her eighteenth birthday.

It had been a surprise, certainly, but after only a second of hesitation, Paul had groaned and starting fucking his wife, hard and fast, grunting out words of approval and thanks, his grip on her hips adding a bite of pain to his rough thrusts.

That night, she'd told him about her family. About her daddy Charles and how he'd trained her and her sister when they turned eighteen, using their bodies in every way imaginable, teaching them to keep their holes tight and to please men without complaint. She explained how it had helped her grow and prepared her to be Paul's wife, that her daddy was the reason she made such a good wife for Paul, why she knew how to please him and sought to keep their house as perfectly as she did. Paul hadn't needed convincing, but she'd told him her story anyway.

Now, finally, two years later, it was time.

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Paul still couldn't quite believe that the idea his wife had had two years earlier was actually, really, happening. He'd been excited, certainly, but there was always a part of him that imagined it was too good to be true, that when it came time, Isobel wouldn't want her husband to force fuck their daughter. They'd tossed around ideas over the years, of how they were going to do it when the time finally came. Issy's own father had eased her into it, at least a little. He'd started her off slow, fucking her throat a few times over a week before finally popping her cherry. It was Paul who wanted to throw their little girl into the deep end, he'd always craved a little resistance. He liked being in control, both at work and at home. He was strict with his daughter and he wanted to maintain that even as they transitioned her into a set of holes for him to fuck. Issy had pushed back on the idea at first, a little at least, but he'd held his ground. It was all or nothing. So she'd relented, and slowly come around, but he still had it in his head that when it came time, she'd push back against the idea. But here she was, peeling the covers off their sleeping daughter in the semi-darkness of her bedroom, sun peaking through the drawn blinds. It was ten in the morning and Lily still slept soundly, the tequila they'd filled her with the night before was doing it's job.

Paul watched with his jaw set as his wife kneeled between their daughter's outstretched thighs and slowly began prodding at her perfect, tight little pussy with her tongue. She'd get her ready for him, that was the plan, get the girl nice and wet so her father could pop her cherry. Ideally, she wouldn't wake with Issy between her thighs, but her daddy.

Paul let out a quiet grunt then whispered. "How's she taste?"

"Delicious." His wife told him, before returning her attention to their daughter's unbroken cunt.

"Fuck." He groaned, staring at the scene before him. Issy licked and licked, sucking on their daughter's hard little clit while the girl's hips ground into the mattress even as she slept on, whimpering a little but not waking. No doubt she was soaking her mom's face, though. Yeah, she'd be good and ready. It wouldn't be easy, not with the monster he had in his sweats, but she'd be slippery at least.

Finally, Paul watched his wife pull away and lick her lips, her eyes fluttering with lust. "She's ready." She said quietly, shifting toward Lily's head. Carefully, she climbed behind their sleeping daughter and managed to lift her shoulders, tucking herself in behind Lily on the bed so their little girl rested between her mom's legs but Issy could still reach her clit.

Issy wore a little black nightie, but Lily was just as naked as when they'd left her, her perfect, soft round breasts rising and falling in her heavy sleep. Jesus fuck, his daughter had nice tits. He couldn't wait to wrap his mouth around her dark pink nipples, bite and pull at them as he fucked his cock into her virgin cunt. Issy kept rubbing their daughter's clit, keeping Lily wet, whimpering and writhing in her slumber. Paul could see it, just how soft and slippery her mother's tongue had made their little girl. She looked so perfectly fuckable.

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