Author's Note: COVID continues to ravage the land. Stay-at-home orders, closures of the usual public gathering places, the creeping social isolation from the outside world tend to create changes. Tensions rise, something had to break. Bonds and taboos changed, relationships morph into something new.
But for some those changes came long before COVID struck. Karen and Bill Sr's daughter Kathy a case in point. And she went too far. However, that's what Family is all about. Helping each other.
If stories containing elements of incest/taboo, cross dressing/sissy/transexual feminisation, lesbian sex, or bdsm aren't to your liking then perhaps find another to enjoy.
Prologue
It was early evening as Kathy left her dad's. A sense of depression had begun to envelope her as she'd prepared to leave; a desperate feeling that things had finally spun out of her control. And the one touchstone she'd developed, a sanctuary of sorts from the chaotic storms that were on the horizon wasn't available. Her current girlfriend was out of town, vacationing with her parents.
It'd been so much fun at the beginning. She'd been angry at her parents for divorcing. Their marriage dissolving, her mom and dad had begun to prepare for the final rendering of the household. Her dad had been careless, likely due to the incessant bickering and fighting he and her mom had engaged in -- a certain box of DVD's had been tossed into the trash. Curiosity as to its contents had caused Kathy to filch it.
Well, she'd been grabbing other things that both of them were pitching away -- it's odd how memories get associated with stuff. Kathy had assumed the box had contained old pictures or home movies and her dad had tossed it from spite; she was damn glad she'd waited until later that night before checking it out.
The house still and quiet, Kathy had opened then rummaged through the box of DVD's. They were all in jewel cases and the labels only had dates on them... all before she'd been born. Kathy's curiosity stirred she picked one of the later ones and popped it into her laptop.
Kathy grimaced reliving that memory. The video was of her parents all right; but instead of the staid and normal family get together she'd been expecting it was an amateur porn flick starring her mom, her dad and a half dozen or so black guys.
She remembered the shock, the feeling of horror when viewing that disk for the first time. And that anger she been holding back over her parents' breakup erupted into something else.
Kathy sighed. That malevolent anger had finally burnt itself away. Her father had borne the brunt of her rage; and it was in the hot madness of her grief that she'd decided to punish him. And what better way she had thought while in that terrible state than to use his disgusting lust as the tool of her vengeance.
That remembrance brought a bitter snort. It'd finally dawned on her that her dad and most especially his girlfriend Alicia were not just enjoying the punishments she'd been doling out -- but they'd been manipulating her into making each succeeding visit more extreme than the last.
She felt a wave of disgust over what she'd done in her last -- and final! -- visit. The revulsion she felt, the shame of allowing her raw emotions enable the gross tricks her daddy, and that bitch of a slut he lived with had played...
"I've been so stupid" Kathy muttered as she drove back home. Domineering her dad had been far too easy, too simple. Her rage had blinded her and the feeling of depression deepened as she continued her dark introspection. And then there was the other half of that ruined marriage. Her mother. Kathy had thought she'd been getting some back with her mom once she realized Billy was into crossdressing.
Her face felt hot as her thoughts veered. Billy, sweet gullible idiot brother Billy. The only bit of good THAT situation produced was her getting his ass -- and willing mouth -- out of the clutches of those two douchebag assholes who'd been grooming him. She barked a short sharp laugh. That bitch Tiffany!
Well, she mused frowning severely. Another one of her ideas that had blown up in her face. Her bargain with Delacorte and his skanky slut was to trade her dad for Billy. At the time she'd thought it a great way to get back at her 'dear father' for all the shit he'd brought on his family. Another bark of a laugh and hot tears started in her eyes.
Oh yeah. Intending on humiliating and degrading her daddy? The asshole AND that whore of his enjoyed every second of that initial meeting with Tiffany. She shook her head. Both of them became full members of 'Uncle Rod's Palace of Perv's'. Her chin quivered and she swiped burning bitter tears from her cheeks with one of her hands.
Almost home she thought. No chance of seeing her Nora, to forget this nightmare mess she was in the middle of. Hollow despair filled her. And for the umpteenth time wondered how in the hell she could continue to keep her mom unaware of the entire shit storm.
As she'd always done after a scene with her dad and his slut of a girlfriend she'd showered before she left. It didn't help this time. She still felt filthy, soiled, defiled. Just a couple more blocks she realized. Deep breathes she reminded herself, blow all the crap out with your exhale. That's it, now another...
Lola sat on the couch in the lower-level family room, facing the TV. It had been a wonderful afternoon with her mom and she was excited as well as more than a little anxious over what was to come.
She was wearing the costume her friend Tiffany had provided months before, for a party she never was able to attend. A crisp white button-down long-sleeved blouse buttoned to the neck, with a blue checked criss-cross tie under the collar. A prim matching blue checked skirt whose hem just brushed the tops of her knees covered her lower half. White anklet socks with a lacey ruffled trim clad her feet -- a shame since they hid the red nail polish of her toes. The identical polish her mom was wearing.
Her fingers brushed along the pink leather collar her mommy had put around her neck, and her heart raced. She'd helped her mommy get ready for this evening, and in so doing learned a lot more about the earlier life her parents had led. She smiled. Turned to look at her mom, and simply said "Thank you."
Karen had been giving the room a last minute surveil as she heard Billy -- no, she mentally chided herself once again. Lola. "For what hon?" she asked, nodding to herself, feeling satisfied. They were ready.
"For today mom. You have no idea..." Lola's fuzzy contralto stopped. Took in a breath. The afternoon had almost been too good to be true. Combined with the thought of what her mom had planned for the evening had butterflies fluttering in her tummy.
Karen gently smiled and looked at the girl sitting on the couch. "Today?" she said softly. "Honey, it's been a day of firsts for everyone in this house." She walked behind the couch and leaned over, kissing Lola on the top of her head. "More firsts to come, are you ready?"
"I sure am..." and stopped. They both heard the car turn into the drive.
"That should be Kathy" Karen said. "TV on but no sound, remember? And be just like I instructed."
Without another word Karen left and took the stairs to the upper level. Lola turned the TV on, then started the DVD she and her brother Bobbie had been watching earlier that morning -- when everything went upside down. Or rather, as Lola smiled. Actually, it's all gone right side up.
Kathy parked, rolled up her windows and pulled the key from the ignition. All the while struggling to put on her 'home face'. She felt a little apprehension when she saw her mom's car; there'd been hope that mom's date would have gone into the evening. Which would have meant her brothers would be fucking around, too interested in getting off to be worried about their sister coming home. Shit.
