Attention Reader! This is the sixth installment of a longer story arc, but it can also stand alone reasonably well. For those who wish to catch up, here is the series homepage: https://www.literotica.com/series/se/risky-games
Warning! This episode is by far the darkest and most emotionally intense of the series, and may not appeal to the tastes of all who enjoyed previous chapters. This story involves risky, unprotected, non-consensual sex, between adoptive father and 18-year-old adopted daughter, including non-consensual insemination (It could have gone into either non-con or incest--I opted for non-con, as Casey has dubiously consensual sex with both family and non-family in this story). There are strong themes of infidelity, alcohol and drug use, abuse, and psychological manipulation, as well as references to (but not detailed descriptions of) difficult and pre-term childbirth. For those who wish to skip this chapter and continue on as the series returns to somewhat calmer and more sensual and/or playful waters, I will post a summary of the critical plot points of this story as the first comment on the next (7th) installment.
Note: All characters involved in sexual situations are at least 18 years old. The following story is purely fictional. Any similarity to real people, places, or events is unintended coincidence.
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Casey ambled slowly down the street, headed generally homeward. It was a hot August day, and the sunlight of the mid-afternoon glared angrily down onto the exposed skin on her face and arms, and as much of her chest as she dared bare, given how conservative her parents were. Her delicate skin was already riddled with freckles and had just begun to turn pink and tingle from the sun.
A trail of fragrant smoke zig-zagged from the end of a lit joint that she held loosely in her fingers, as if it were a cigarette. She thought she was being clever, but no one would have been fooled.
Besides being solidly stoned, the buxom, slightly chubby 18-year-old was in an unusual mood. She was exhilarated, having just gotten an ounce of weed and a carton of cigarettes without spending a dime. But she could feel the 'receipt' for the whole transaction soaking into her panties as she walked home from Gary's house. She felt more than a little violated. Used. But then, hadn't she used Gary too?
No, it was more than that. Casey was angry at herself for letting him change the bargain. He was supposed to have been paying her not to snitch on him and June having sex... how exactly did he convince her to let him fuck her too? Not that it was completely unenjoyable, but that wasn't the point. "And why did he have to bust inside me?!?" Casey muttered to herself.
But then, rather than worrying about whether how much sperm had gotten in her unprotected womb, she focused on the grand prize she had snagged on the way out of Gary's house: The pregnancy test on the counter, which she was 100% sure belonged to her June.
"She thinks she's untouchable..." Casey gloated to herself softly, then she cackled with evil glee, "hehehehe... awww of course my secretly slutty sister got herself knocked up, begging men like Gary to fill her up.... ooooh she's gonna just die when I tell her what I know.... heh... or I can go straight to Daddy. No, better if she already feels as guilty as possible so she just bursts into tears when he asks her about it..."
Casey slunk into her house with her prizes hidden in the nondescript, insulated lunchbox in her hand, assuming her parents wouldn't suspect a thing.
"Mommy, I'm home!" she shouted from the doorway, as she entered the house. She continued without waiting for a response, "I got all sweaty on the walk back, so I'm going to take a shower now!"
Casey then made her way as quickly as she could to her bedroom. Once inside, she stripped down completely, very carefully lowering her underwear, which by now had absorbed most of the jizz that Gary had pumped into her unprotected pussy earlier that day. She balled up the underwear and casually slid it under the shelves in her closet, next to the slightly fragrant lunchbox. Then, in only a towel, departed furtively for the shower.
Charity, knew something was up from the moment that Casey returned. Casey was acting sneaky, and Charity could have sworn that she smelled a whiff of marijuana smoke after her return. The mid-day shower, also, was especially unusual.
Putting it all together, Charity felt confident enough to tell her husband about it. Yes, he would get to the bottom of this.
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Kim Joon gathered his wits as he prepared to tell his wife what he had found. The cigarettes, marijuana, and lighters were bad enough, though not terribly surprising--this was not the first time their adopted daughter had been busted with cigarettes, and they had wondered if she was stoned once or twice before... It was the undeniable proof that she was sexually active--
and pregnant
that had taken him so off guard.
He hesitated before opening the door and making eye contact with her.
"Well..." he said with a heavy sigh, "You were right, I found marijuana in her room."
Charity gasped, but allowed him to continue, shaking his head sadly "A
lot
of marijuana." He cupped his hands to indicate a rough (and exaggerated) volume. "And cigarettes!"
Charity pursed her full lips and shook her head slowly.
"But that's not even the
half of it!
" Joon's anger flickered through. "Look!" he ordered, as he produced the pee stick pregnancy test, which was obviously positive. He couldn't even bring himself to say what he had found freshly soaked into her balled-up undies, nearby.
Charity immediately began sobbing.
Joon hugged his wife close and comforted her briefly, then he spoke softly, "I can see how upset you are... I will speak to Casey one-on-one. You will take June out of the house for a while. Doesn't she need to go shopping for college? You can focus on that."
Charity nodded with a distant look in her eyes. Then she turned around and called out in feigned cheerfulness, "June! Baby girl! Let's go look at stuff for your dorm room!"
Then she shuffled off to get her purse and shoes, leaving Joon to confront Casey himself. He clenched his jaw while he sat on his adopted daughter's bed and ruminated.
She was still taking a very long shower, and unaware of the looming face-off... Joon knew he had to confront her, but still couldn't quite accept the full meaning of the literal stash of evidence he had uncovered in her closet. His deeply conservative, religious mind squirmed with discomfort over his discovery.
He stared at the pregnancy test in his hands, fuming silently, "Casey's only 18 years old! I have tried my very best to instill righteous ways in her, and she has resisted me every step of the way..." He sighed heavily and then stared upwards, praying for strength and trying not to obsess over who Casey might have screwed.
He continued to stare up at the ceiling, thinking to himself, "Why couldn't you be more like your sister, June?"
In his eyes, June, his biological daughter, was the very picture of the perfect daughter, and could do no wrong. While Casey, who they had lovingly adopted at the age of four, had become a merely tolerated member of the household, and the scapegoat for every problem at home, whether or not she was actually to blame, which she often was.
The two girls could not have been more different. While June was athletic, outgoing, bubbly, smart, studious, and
almost
popular, Casey was lazy, quiet, sullen, shy, scheming, bitter, disrespectful, and had always struggled academically.
Joon shifted uncomfortably on Casey's bed and asked himself why they had even adopted Casey. He thought back to the day when his dear wife, Charity, had given birth to June. It was a magical moment, marred only by the gravely unfortunate fact that some severe complications in childbirth meant that Charity couldn't bear another child herself.
They were devastated, of course, but ultimately they decided together that they would put all of their being into loving and supporting their daughter, rather than selfishly dwelling on what was not to be.
