Introduction
To protect the not-so innocent I'm going by the alias of "Nat" or "Natalie" and I'm also withholding lots of personal details. All that I will reveal is that I'm a final year student at a university somewhere in the south of England; I'm almost twenty-one; five foot six with a good body, nice tits and long auburn hair.
More to the point, I'm a girl on a mission.
Yes, I'm as bitchy as bitchy could be.
You might have read the earlier accounts of the breakup of my parents' supposedly perfect marriage. I'll give a quick summary anyway, to bring everyone up to speed and to save the bother of looking up old news.
Okay, so here goes. After thirty years of being at first adoring childhood sweethearts and then loving husband and wife, everything suddenly went pear-shaped. And it was all down to that wicked witch of a mother of mine. As it turned out she'd being having affairs with a succession of workmates for some considerable time. And, since her only child (me!) had flown the nest, she'd got progressively worse.
So much worse, in fact, that she'd thrown Daddy out of the marital home and immediately moved in her latest toy boy as his replacement.
As if that wasn't wicked enough, the toy boy had brought his sulky eighteen-year-old daughter as part of the package.
What sort of a ménage a trois was that!
Apart from one I would never accept, of course.
Right then, that's enough of the back story. Let's just say sides had been taken and my self-imposed mission was to balance the books. Not that I had any intention of getting my parents back together again. Oh no, things had gone much too far for a reconciliation. Reuniting them was the last thing on my mind.
Murdering Mother Dearest was a distinct possibility, but reuniting them was out of the question.
By the start of this latest story I had, coincidentally, been fucking Daddy for a fortnight. I'd loved him forever but had only thought of him sexually since he had been so foully betrayed. And did I just say "thought"? Our new-found relationship wasn't totally cerebral. Even if it had set off as a momentary lapse, an awful lot of our lapsing had been physical . . . an awful, awful lot of it.
Yet, fun as lapsing was, I couldn't see us being a long-term arrangement. Daddy needed stability just then more than ever, not a series of lengthy and strenuous sex sessions with his own daughter.
The way I saw it the winds of change were blowing. So far they'd been blowing in Mother's favour. If I had my way I'd divert them and sail her permanently off course.
With any luck I might even sail her past the "Here Be Monsters" sign and off the flat edge of the Earth.
Chapter One
Breaking the habit of a lifetime (well, the habit of the last couple of weeks) I caught an afternoon train north on Thursday instead of Friday, changing at Leeds and arriving in my home town early evening. The weather had taken a turn for the better, I noticed, but only a slight one. There was no trace of the recent Indian summer but at least last weekend's monsoon had passed.
I smiled wryly as I left the station. I'd dressed more conservatively this week but there was déjà vu in the air: the first taxi on the rank was driven by my Asian friend; the one who looked like Omar Sharif and called himself "George".
'Hey up lass,' he said in greeting. 'Where's thar been? I was thinking you'd dumped me.'
I told him I'd been "back down south", studying.
'A student, eh,' he replied. 'You'll be after a discount for one of my special rides next.'
More déjà vu ensued. When I arrived at Daddy's new local he was holding court at the bar, half a dozen blokes round him, hanging on his every word . . . just like last time.
Less under-dressed and not rain-splattered, my entry into the bar still caused some disruption. Okay, I'd ditched the short skirt and bare legs look, but I was wearing my black leather fuck-me boots. And I was quite clearly less than half Daddy's age.
Hoping his new cronies didn't know who I was, as good as certain that some of them had me down as a young whore (possibly of the paid variety) I gave him a less-than filial kiss.
'Blossom,' he said, breaking our embrace and holding me at arms' length. 'You made it.'
I grinned at that. "Blossom" and "Lotus Blossom" had long been Daddy's pet names for me. But used right then "Blossom" made me sound even more like a lady of the night, and not necessarily a cheap one.
Wanting to keep everyone guessing I took control, ordering two pints of Doom Bar and asking for a menu. After making his excuses Daddy joined me at a suitably remote table.
'Do they know?' I asked discreetly, nodding towards the knot of barflies.
'Do they know what?'
'That you're going to fuck your darling daughter tonight . . . And hopefully sooner rather than later.'
'Natalie!' Daddy rolled his eyes. 'Do you have to swear?'
'I'm telling it as it is,' I said. 'So do they?'
'They don't know you're my daughter,' he admitted. 'But most of them think that I'm . . . I'm sleeping with you.'
'Best not let them find out then,' said I. 'Details like that might mess up your divorce case. And please say you've set the ball rolling.'
'Do you mean with the solicitor?' Daddy nodded. 'I saw him on Monday, just as you insisted.'
I nodded back at him. Although I had reservations about Mother's intentions I'd decided Daddy had to strike first. Mother could be devious but, even if for some reason she secretly wanted him to instigate action, it seemed important that he kicked it off. Besides, he was still paying their mortgage. Divorce cases could roll on for years. Lines needed to be drawn as soon as possible.
'So what's this solicitor done?' I enquired.
'He's sent an introductory letter. Apparently your mother replied referring him to her own brief. It's a bit like a tennis match at the moment; I'm the guy with his finger on the net, waiting to call "let".'
'You haven't heard directly from Mother, then?'
'There's more chance of . . .' Daddy tailed off. 'Well, I don't know what,' he added limply. 'I'd say that there's more chance of Town getting promoted, but that's just happened. Anyway, I haven't heard a dicky-bird.'
That was much as I'd expected. Reassured that at least things were moving, I moved on to objective number two.
'What about Doreen? Have you progressed with her?'
Daddy sighed at that. Doreen had been infatuated with him for ages. She worked in the same office as Mother but the two women had never been close. Now, with Mother suddenly out of the equation, she seemed to be bumping into Daddy very regularly indeed.
And she'd become brazen with it. He might not have noticed but, as a fellow female, I certainly had. I'd seen her talking to him in the supermarket. Yes, "brazen" was the word all right. She'd all but put her pussy on a plate and offered it to him.
