Life at Ivy's house was unbearable thanks to her mother. Her mother was Jennifer & she was a bitch. She hated her husband for getting her pregnant in high school. She hated her daughter for being born when Jennifer was only 18. And she made sure both of them knew of her hatred on a daily basis.
Neither Ivy nor her father, Carl, talked about the house of misery they both lived in. Instead, Ivy would stay alone in her room for hours on end. Then, when she was older, she would go to a friend's house after school & on weekends. Carl spent his time at work. His overtime hours were unbelievable & he was the best lawyer in San Diego because his clients & their causes gave him purpose. They were the one things in his life he could change.
Sure, Carl sometimes felt guilty that he avoided his daughter because of his wife's miserable attitude but he tried to make up for it. Ivy never wanted for any material thing. She always had the best clothes, shoes, & jewelry. When she turned 16 she got a brand new car & it was known that she could go to any college she desired & it would be completely paid for.
But Ivy wasn't greedy. She wanted a family, not all the gifts & expensive lifestyle. She watched her friends' families with envy & some regret. WAS it her fault her parents were in such an unhappy marriage?
Carl blamed himself somewhat but he had been a kid when his lust had made him stupid. He never thought to use a condom when all he wanted was what Jennifer had between her legs. Of course that had been the last time. And she hadn't even been very good. But he had married her hadn't he? And provided her with a good life. She had everything she could ever want. He had even encouraged her to go to college if she wanted or whatever else she wanted to do with her life. But Jennifer would rather complain about what could have been instead of making something happen.
So the family kept up their separate lives. Jennifer wallowed in her unhappiness. Carl worked all the time. Ivy spent every spare moment outside of school with her friends.
It was at her friend Tina's house that her life started to change. Tina was complaining about her parents as teenagers do. Tina & Ivy had just turned 18 & though they wouldn't graduate for a few months they both felt they were adults & therefore entitled to be treated as such. Tina's main complaint was that her parents always wanted her to go places with them but they were so plain & boring she was embarrassed to be seen with them. She wanted to be out on her own as an adult instead.
"It's not like with your patents," she told Ivy. "I mean your dad? He's HOT!"
"What?" Ivy was blown away & confused by this description.
"Oh come on! He's completely gorgeous! I mean the way he fills out those suits he always wears?" She sighed dramatically & added a small moan for effect. "And with his height & build & those wide shoulders? Well you just KNOW he's packing in those suit pants!"
"What are you talking about?"
"Don't be such a prude, Ivy. I'm talking about his cock."
"Jesus! Tina! I knew that's what you meant! But that's my FATHER!" Ivy was horrified.
"Oh please," Tina scoffed. "Every girl thinks about her father that way at least once. Hell, even I've wondered what my dad's packing but he's so goddamn disgusting I haven't spent much time on it. But YOUR dad? Mmmm... I'd love to see what he's got going on in happy town. Admit it. Wouldn't you?"
Ivy was quiet. She hadn't ever thought of her father that way. But Tina's words made her feel sweaty & nervous but also strangely excited.
"I bet he thinks about you," Tina said quietly, like she knew Ivy was trying to figure out how she felt about this whole thing. "He's probably seen the way you've grown into those DD tits. I bet he likes them. Your mom's are so tiny & she's so frumpy. I bet he wishes he could touch you."
Ivy knew her cheeks were beat red. She was having trouble catching her breath. "He's my father," she said, but weakly.
