Lacy had just turned 18. She was an innocent girl who loved her friends and family, did well in school and was a pretty normal teenager. She had a very close relationship with her mother, but she never really bonded with her father, despite living at home with both parents. He was always aggressive and extremely strict. The only time they seemed to speak was when he was shouting at her.
Lacy noticed her parents seemed to be arguing a lot lately. Often when she went to bed she would hear her father shouting at her mother in the next room, but she tried to block it out and never listened to what was being said.
One night, she climbed out of bed and stood by the door to hear what was going on.
"Gary, please...Not tonight." her mother said pleadingly. "I'm sick of this Tanya! You're my wife for fuck sake! You're never in the mood for sex - I have needs! Now open your fucking legs or I'll force them open!"
Lacy was shocked. Her father was forcing her mother to have sex with him. She could hear him pounding her as the bed knocked against the wall. Then she realised her mother was crying. Lacy was furious. She wanted to storm in there and for once in her life tell her father exactly what she thought of him. She opened her door and stood outside her parents' room. She was about to walk in when she heard "Take it bitch! Mmmm." Lacy murmured under her breath, "bastard."
Suddenly the noise stopped and Lacy froze. Surely he couldn't have heard me, she thought.
"Lacy, is that you?" her mother said. She remained still and silent. Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming towards the door. Heavy footsteps. It was her father. He opened the door, naked, and saw his daughter standing there in her nightie.
"Lacy, me and your mother were in the middle of having some great fun." She peered through the door and saw her mother naked on the bed. Lacy lifted her hand to hit her father, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her inside the room. He locked the door.
"Gary, no, let her go...please," her mother whimpered. He pushed his daughter onto the bed next to her mother. Now her courage had gone and she was filled with fear.
Lacy's father stared at her with a grin on his face. "Baby, you and I have never really bonded, have we? I think it's time we did." He climbed onto the bed and began rubbing his daughter's breasts over her nightie. Her mother was too scared to say a word, and Gary ordered her to watch. Gary ran his hands down to Lacy's hips, before lifting her nightie up so that he could see his daughters pussy. He grabbed her legs and opened them wide. "Daddy, no...please," she begged. "Don't worry sweetheart, I'm not going to fuck you just yet. I'll save that for later. Daddy's just going to get you in the mood."
Tears ran down Lacy's face as her father began rubbing her clit. He then poked a finger inside of her. "You're not very wet Lacy. Let's see what we can do about that." He slowly fingered her, still smirking. Lacy looked over at her mother, and to her surprise, she was standing by the bed rubbing her pussy. Despite her anger, Lacy couldn't help but be turned on by her father's finger penetrating her. She began to think that perhaps she could enjoy the experience. Besides, her mother was clearly enjoying herself now.
