Just a fun story I'm working on, I'll probably add more to it later. There are elements of non consent so if that's not your thing, move along. Everyone's over the age of 18, I don't really condone incest or rape or yada yada yada.
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Paul Gentry woke up to the sound of his phone ringing loudly on the nightstand. He reached over and saw his ex wife, Cindy's name. Well, not exactly her name, instead his phone told him that "get ready for fun," was calling, a sarcastically ominous warning to himself of what was ultimately to come should Cindy be on the other end of the line.
He ignored it, hitting silence and turning over. Only a half a minute had passed before it started ringing again, and his eyes shot awake as he listened to the phone jingling over and over again. Then it lapsed back into silence, and he sighed, turning over and closing his eyes once more.
Only when it began to ring for a third time did he bother picking up, with a groan, rubbing his eyes as he sat up, he grabbed the phone and answered it.
"Hello?" He asked, groggy and tired.
"Oh don't tell me you're still in bed, Paul, it's almost noon." Cindy snapped, and Paul rubbed his face.
"I make my own hours, I sleep when I want," Paul informed her for what might be the hundredth time, only to be met with her huffing and hissing. "What is it this time?"
"It- it's-" Cindy stuttered, enraged. "You know damn well what it is, Paul, it's Kristina!"
Paul stood up, climbing out of bed slowly and putting the phone on speaker as he walked into the bathroom.
"Alright, care to be a little bit more specific than that?" He asked, looking at himself in the mirror as he listened to his ex wife squeal with rage.
"It's the same thing, Paul, I keep catching her masturbating, she always wants to go out wearing barely anything at all. Dan caught her masturbating in the living room when he got home and you know what she did? She asked him to fuck her!"
Paul sighed, staring at the mirror.
"I'm sure that's not the case, Cindy, she just-"
"No Paul! No! Ever since the accident, she's become a filthy slut! We've raised her by god's word and now she's let the devil take hold-"
"Cindy would you shut the fuck up with that bullshit?" Paul yelled, taking a break to catch his breath while Cindy stayed silent. "The doctors said this happens every now and then. Head trauma like that can do weird things, she's not fucking possessed by the devil, she's a goddamn nymphomaniac. It's a psychological condition, now would you please stop-"
"Whatever, Paul, whatever. I'm kicking her out. I can't do this anymore!" Cindy sobbed, sniffling and crying. "You'd better be here in the morning, because this is her last night in my home. If you don't want your whore daughter roaming the streets, then she'll be staying with you!"
With that Cindy hung up.
Paul took a deep breath, splashing water on his face and standing up straight. He wasn't bad looking for 36, short, dark brown hair turning grey, he took decent care of himself and while he wasn't chiseled, he had a toned, muscular body.
He picked up the phone again and looked up the number for Beth, his assistant.
"Mr. Gentry's office this is-"
"Beth, it's Paul, look, I'm going to be out today, tomorrow as well. Think you can hold down the fort? Keep those fuck wits in line for me?"
Beth laughed, and Paul smiled, relishing the sound of actual happiness.
"Yes sir, I think I can handle it." She replied.
"Good, and don't let Mark or Shapiro slack on Greenfield, I want all their work emailed to me tonight, and tell them if everything isn't ready by next week, they're in deep shit."
"Yes sir, have fun on your, uh, sabbatical," Beth told him.
"Yeah, I'll try," he joked, then hung up.
It took some time for him to get ready, and by the time he'd showered, eaten, packed an overnight bag and pulled out of the driveway, the sun was already hanging low in the sky.
He drove a few hours in his red Oldsmobile convertible. It was his baby he'd spent years restoring, and getting the chance to take it on the open road was almost worth the hassle of seeing his ex wife.
Their history had been rocky for just about the entirety of his adult life. Teenage lovers, she'd gotten pregnant at a young age and married not long after. They raised their daughter for a few troublesome years as they quickly realized just how different they really were. He grew out of his church youth group phase, where they'd met, and she only grew more and more religious. Everything was an argument, and Cindy always took the self righteous road, turning every little thing into another attempt to save him.
But Paul never really bought into it, he didn't care. Cindy left him a couple years into their marriage and shortly remarried, taking full custody of their daughter much to his chagrin. She'd claimed they'd give her a better life, her new husband was the devout stick in the mud she'd always wanted, and the courts agreed.
While she was attending church functions and their marriage crumbled and their divorce was finalized, Paul's life took a more utilitarian route. He gotten a job at his father's construction company and got his GED and a bachelor's degree in business management in night school. He'd had to work his way up for years, his old man determined not to give him everything in life on a silver platter. About twelve years in his father had a heart attack and despite his constant threats of leaving the company to his coworkers or superiors, Paul found out after the funeral that he'd been his father's sole beneficiary the entire time.
Paul got on average two weeks a year with his daughter, the girl he'd barely recognize when she came to visit, and he'd spend all of his vacation days camping, travelling, and getting reacquainted with the girl he barely knew, and then she'd leave again.
But the ruse had worked, Paul was determined, and in the 6 years since his father's death, he'd turned a simple construction firm into the biggest development company in western Vermont.
And then the accident happened. She'd been with some friends, they'd been drinking, and next thing Paul knows, he's in a hospital room waiting for her to wake up. She was out for a full week, severe blunt trauma to the head, and he thought she was gone forever.
But she'd woken up, and after a few months of rehab, she was back to her normal self, except for one minor setback.
Her head injury had left her with an insatiable sexual appetite. She was masturbating through rehab, playing with herself anytime she thought she was alone. At first it had gone unnoticed, but when she'd finally been caught and confronted and explained what was going on, Paul found out that this sort of thing wasn't exactly impossible so much as it was extremely rare. There were only a couple of other documented cases in history, his daughter was a medical phenomenon.
Cindy and Dan thought they could handle it, they'd rushed Paul home and out of their lives once more. But that's when the phone calls started, Cindy calling him hysterically sobbing about her poor little girl being afflicted, then her sweet daughter giving into temptation, then her lustful child lured into the Devil's trap, and now she was threatening to kick the whore out into the streets for good.
In his mind, Paul knew this day was coming. Cindy could probably count on her fingers the amount of time her and Dan had fucked, Paul imagined she'd bragged about it in church. Having a nympho for a daughter wasn't exactly the plan she'd expected god to have in store for her. Kristina had turned 18 in rehab, and Paul had an inkling Cindy wouldn't keep her around for long.
So here he was, a couple hours away, getting drunk in a hotel room while he yelled at his employees over the phone.
"I don't care what Browning says, get the god damn environmental surveys done over the weekend, I want the plans finished up and ready to present to zoning by next Wednesday." Paul huffed, throwing back a bottle of irish whiskey, then tossing it on the bed.
"Yeah, but-" Sharpiro butt in, and Paul growled.
"No buts! I know you guys have a lot on your plate, but you'll figure it out or else I'll give the entire project to Hastings. Got it?" He threatened, hearing Mark and Shapiro grunt in agreement, and then he took a deep breath and calmed down a little bit.
"Good, you guys can handle this, I wouldn't have put you in charge if I wasn't sure of it. Get your shit together and have it ready by next week, and if everything goes smoothly, we'll all go to Vegas or Mexico or something for the weekend, my treat, ok?"
"OK!" They both shot back in unison, and Paul hung up, grabbing the bottle of whiskey and tossing it back.
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The next morning he woke up early and set out again, putting the hood down to enjoy the summer air as he drove the remaining hour or two to Cindy and Dan's beautiful temple of sanctity.
He pulled up and got out, knocking on the door, and he was met with footsteps and Cindy's beautiful face smiling her fakest, most ostentatious smile. She was still incredibly gorgeous, blonde hair and round curves, big oversized tits she always managed to cover yet still show off, and a nice little ass that was easily shown off in almost any outfit she chose.
"Paul, come in, come in," she beamed, ushering him inside, and Paul walked inside slowly.
Everything was white and from another time, crucifixes and paintings, photographs of a once happy family. Scented candles, the smell of cleaner, it all out Paul on edge, it all brought back haunting memories of their short, tumultuous marriage.
In the living room Dan was seated in his large recliner, staring up at Paul as he entered.
"Paul," Dan greeted him with a warm smile, standing up and towering over him, "how was the drive?"
"Oh, you know, a drive," Paul shrugged, sticking out his hand and letting Dan practically crush it. Paul, by no means, was a short man, but Dan stood at nearly 6' 6". Paul assumed he was supposed to be intimidated, but he never let Dan's stature scare him. Dan had likely never been in a fight in his entire life, and he was a teddy bear compared to his lioness of a wife.
Then Paul saw Kristina, sitting on the couch, hunched over, arms crossed. She was looking away, blushing, trying to avoid him, and Paul's heart sank a little bit.
"Is that any way to greet your old man?" He asked, and Kristina looked up, biting her lip.
"Hi daddy," she whimpered, and Paul smacked her arm playfully, pulling her up onto her feet, putting his hands on her shoulders and smiling as he looked her up and down.
She had bright green eyes and dirty blonde hair, short bangs in front and a little button nose and rosy cheeks. She broke into a smile, wrapping her arms around his hips and burying her face in his hands as he pat her back.
"Alright, let me get your bags, I want to get on the road as soon as possible," Paul smiled, feeling her cling to him a little harder and longer than normal. She pulled back, smiling, and nodded, walking away in her long flower skirt and baggy sweater.
Paul turned to Cindy while Kristina was out of the room and she frowned, shaking her head.
"I just don't know what to do with her anymore, Paul, she's let the devil-"
"Cindy," Paul cut her off, rubbing the bridge of his nose, "it's a fucking medical condition, not the devil."
