AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just so we are clear, in the most absolute terms, I do not condone incest or adultery. I wrote this story for the same reason I run over pedestrians in GTA5. Would be completely horrified if I ever saw it in real life but as this is a fictional world with fictional people, I'm not hurting nobody.
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Since their eighteenth birthday, Marie had been noticing a strange change in her triplet daughters: Skylar, Caitlin, and Gabby. The perfect daughters to their mother and father, the married couple of 20 years had felt like they had hit the lottery with their children.
They would always listen to their parents when other kids would have talked back. They always got amazing grades when other kids would have slacked off. They were always a great help around the house while other kids were rarely home.
So, what were these strange changes?
Were they now disobedient? No. Yes ma'am and, Yes Sir were still the most common phrase in their vocabulary. Were they getting bad grades? Also No. In fact, all 3 had now been on The Dean's list for 3 semesters. Were they now lazy around the house? Once again, No. Chores were often done before asked to be done and done extremely well.
The strange change was in their wardrobe.
Their tops were now essentially, sports bras. Only coming down to the top of their midriff, cut down the middle like a v neck and tight enough that you could see a clear outline of their breasts. Their bottoms were simply painted on booty shorts and these were the more conservative outfits.
To be fair to the girls, Marie had dressed the same way when she was in college. The then 20- year old had an amazing figure and she loved showing it off with the shortest, tightest clothes money could be. Maybe her daughters had the same reason?
All three girls were mirror images of their mother in terms of her gorgeous medically beautiful face, milky white skin, sparkly blue eyes, and below-average height. But even she had to admit that their bodies surpassed hers even at its prime. One-third slender, one-third athletic, and one-third curvy, they could turn a grandma sweater into the sexiest thing in the room.
Marie was immensely jealous of how beautiful her daughters were, especially since age had gotten to her and she was now wrinkly and overweight. Perhaps that's why their new wardrobe bothered her.
Still, she brought it up with her husband, Daniel, to decide if something should be done about it.
To her great shock, he shrugged it off.
"It's only in the house dear, they never dress that way outside." He said while brushing his teeth one night. "As long as it stays that way, I see no reason to bring make it an issue."
It bothered her immensely that he wasn't more upset about it and a small part of her believed he was enjoying this.
His statement also made her more confused because He was right. The girls didn't dress that way when they went out.
So if it was to show off their figures to the world, why only wear that stuff at home?
Her next theory became they were playfully teasing their father. Marie had done this to plenty of her relatives back in the day. Daniel was 10 years older than his wife at age 50 and had a dad body so the only attention he ever received was from his wife, though that was becoming rarer nowadays.
Back in her day, Marie was addicted to sex and was the self-proclaimed town slut. Gang banged by athletes after winning championships, blowjobs given to men in high authority and the plan old caught riding married cock in the master bedroom.
She went to a party on her 20th birthday and met the then 30-year old Daniel. After he had saved her from a bastard who had tried to spike her drink. She decided to reward him in the bedroom and unexpectedly the sex was so good that it cured her sex addiction overnight and because she also happened to get knocked up, they got together.
Not the most romantic story but they had lasted far longer than they had any right to and she was happy.
Eventually, Marie decided to not bring it up as it ultimately didn't matter. Her daughters had remained the well-behaved angels that she had raised and that was enough
She would never learn the real reason why her daughters dressed the way they did and why only at home. Never learn the real reason why her husband seemed fine with this change or with her giving him less intention.
