Maddie's Troubled Life

This is part 2 of Maddie's Troubled Life. Again, everyone in this story is over the age of 18. I do not condone this behavior. It's purpose is fantasy/entertainment.

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My father went into the kitchen to talk to his brother, my uncle, Billy. I hid behind the slightly open bedroom door. I wanted to hear what they were saying as I stood there naked, with my heart racing. I heard Billy ask, "So, what's the deal? Is she really going to be the new Bethany?" I couldn't believe this was what he was concerned with. I thought he would be disgusted by what my father and I had just done. Part of me was glad that he didn't focus on our obvious lack of morals. But I clearly didn't like that he wanted to pass me around. Then he said, "She sounded like she was loving it."

I was curious how my father would respond to Billy's questions. Then, he finally replied, "I'm not sure she could handle things like Bethany did. Bethany was older and far from naïve. By the way, she knows what Bethany used to do with us. She said she's always known. I think Fred was right. Maddie has probably only been with his son." I couldn't believe they had actually discussed being with me. It sounded like they all had an opinion about me. Did they send Fred to soften me up, I thought. It was obvious they all were talking about my sex life and what I could and couldn't handle. The talking stopped for a few minutes, then, my father continued, "I was surprised I was able to last longer than a minute with her."

Billy asked, "Fuck, she knew about what we did with Bethany? Why would she volunteer to be the new Bethany, unless she was feeling us out?" They sat there looking at each other like they were searching for an answer. I couldn't believe I set myself up, all to protect Fred. Now, they would think I wanted them all to have sex with me. Then Billy asked, "She felt that good, huh?"

My father told him, "You have no idea. She felt amazing. I couldn't believe she wanted it to happen. Do you really think she was sending us messages; now that she was going to be twenty-one, she was ready to do what Bethany did for us?"

Billy shot back, "I could tell from all the moaning she was loving it. We'll have to see how everything goes. She may have been joking about being the new Bethany, or she may have been testing us to see if we would try."

My father came up with a game plan, "Yeah, I guess we'll wait and see. For now, we need to calm her down and tell her everything is fine. She was spooked getting caught by you."

"Yeah. Works for me. Before we bring her out, can I ask you something," Billy asked.

"Sure, go ahead," my father agreed.

"Is her ass as amazing as it looks in yoga pants?"

My father chuckled before answering, "Her ass is fucking amazing. She is tighter than I thought. I thought she was going to have me stop both times. I'm going to go get her." I hurried away from the door and sat on the edge of the bed, so my father wouldn't suspect I was listening to them. He came into the room, and said to me, "Hey, Maddie. It's all smoothed over. Billy doesn't want to cause problems for us. Do you want to throw some clothes on and come out, so we all can talk about this?"

I was mortified by all of this. I couldn't believe that we did what we did, but now I had to face both of them and discuss what happened, knowing what they just talked about. I knew I had to play along, but I was pissed about what they talked about. "Are you sure it's all ok, Dad? I mean, we fucked up, didn't we?"

My father tried to calm me, "It's fine, Maddie. It's going to be fine. You trust me, right?"

"I guess so," I said as I found my panties, and went in his dresser to get a clean shirt to put on.

We went into the living room where Billy was sitting on the couch. I sat at the other end while my father sat on the chair. "This is awkward," I said as they both told me it was fine. Sitting there with them both, knowing that they spoke about how tight I was and about my ass was humiliating. "So, what, now," I asked them.

Billy was the first to speak. "Look, Maddie. You are my niece, and I love you. Teddy is my brother, and I love him. You guys' secret is safe with me. I don't need to know anything. What happens in this house stays in this house, and it's none of anyone's business. OK?"

I knew he was full of shit, but I played along, "Yes. Ok. Thank you, Uncle Billy." Billy leaned into me and hugged me. He hugged me longer than he had in the past. When he let go of me, I said, "I'm still embarrassed. Can I go to my room now?" They told me I could go. My father told me that he forgot he was helping Billy today, and that he would be home around six. It was still early in the morning, and I was glad that I was going to be home alone for the rest of the day.

I immediately got in the shower. I was hoping to wash the dirty feelings off me. I went into my bedroom and my phone was going crazy from missed texts. It was Fred. He wanted to know if I was still considering taking over Bethany's spot in the group. I told him that I wasn't feeling well and that I would see him on Friday for my birthday. I really didn't have the energy to go back and forth with him today, and I didn't trust him to share information with the rest of the group. I was still pissed that my father and uncle were trying to figure out if they could pass me around. Until now, I didn't regret last night or this morning. Throughout the day, thoughts of all of them having their way with me flowed through my brain. As much as I tried to avoid the thoughts, they kept creeping into my mind until I passed out.

I was awoken by my phone ringing. When I answered it, it was my Uncle Billy asking me if I could pick my father up from his house. He told me that they had overdone drinking, and neither of them was in any condition to drive. I was pissed that I had to get out of bed and leave the house. I threw on a pair of shorts and a hoodie as I went to get my drunk father.

I pulled up to my uncle's house and saw him and my father in the garage. My father stumbled into my car, and we drove home. When we got home, I planned on going right to my room and going back to bed. My father was drunk, and I was still mad at him. He asked me, "Are you sleeping in my room tonight?"

I tried to hold my ground, "No, Dad. I'm mad at you. I heard you and Billy talking this morning. I think we made a mistake last night and should move on."

My father grabbed my arm, and gently pulled me with him to his room. "Come talk to me, Maddie. We need to talk about everything," he said while giving me a devilish smile.

"Dad, I told you we are moving on. I'll talk to you, but that's it," I said as I went into his room with him. Once in his room, my father wrapped his arms around my waist and hugged me. I whispered, "I'm not falling for this, Dad. I'm serious." My father didn't take what I said seriously as he slipped his hands down my shorts and squeezed my ass. I didn't protest him doing this. Instead, I whispered, "Dad..." I liked being wanted like this. It was like I was trying to convince myself that we were moving on more than I was trying to convince him. My father then started to lift my hoodie over my head. Again, I didn't protest. I whispered, "Dad...Seriously..." as I lifted my arms to assist the removal, "You don't listen, do you?"

My father giggled and then pressed his lips to mine. I immediately opened my mouth as his tongue welcomed mine into his mouth. We stood there making out like it was normal. Me wearing only shorts while my father was lowering his jeans. He broke our kiss, and asked, "Let's go to bed. You want to, right?" I said nothing. I could feel his throbbing dick rub against my bare thigh as he turned me towards the bed. He had his hands on my shoulders as he navigated me towards the bed. I put my hands down on the bed as my father was behind me. He was kissing and sucking on my neck. I could feel the blood flowing throughout my body. I knew I was not going to be able to resist him, but I was going to play hard to get. "Get in bed, Maddie," he almost demanded of me. Again, I said nothing. I could tell my father was growing frustrated with my noncompliance with him. He pushed my head down onto the bed. He now had me bent over. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of my shorts and yanked them to my ankles. I was so turned on by this time that I wanted to maul him. I held my ground because I liked not knowing what he was going to do.

My father did not disappoint. He used his feet to spread my legs further apart. His dick was at my entrance as he pushed the tip through my soaking wet opening. "Is that what you want," he asked as he pushed further into me.

I no longer had the ability to be quiet. "Fuck, Dad...Is that what you want...To fuck your daughter...Is that what you want me to do, Dad.... You like having your dick inside me...Fuck, Dad," I half moaned, half spoke. As much as I wanted to stop doing this with him, I couldn't. I loved that he wanted me so badly. I loved being desired the way he and his friends desired me. Men wanting me the way they wanted me was new, and I hated admitting to myself that I liked it.

When my father slid further into me, his hand crashed onto my ass. The sensation of his slap as his dick engulfed me sent me over the edge. "FFFUUUCCCKKK! DAD! I LOVE YOU! YOU FEEL SO G...G...GOOD!" He had a hold of my hips while our bodies slapped together with every thrust. I had never wanted anything as bad as I wanted at this moment. I loved how he fucked with abandon. I loved that every thrust was hard and felt like he was driving through me. I asked, "Can we get on the bed, please?" I'm sure he found it funny that I was now begging to get on the bed.

When my father withdrew from me, I became obsessed with getting him back inside me as soon as I could. When my father got on the bed, he laid down on his back. I quickly got on top of him. I lined his dick at my entrance as I coed, "Is this what you want, Dad?"

My father smiled, "Yes, Maddie. Put it back inside of you." I did as he wanted. I lowered my body onto his throbbing cock. Until this moment, I didn't think he would be able to reach further inside of me. I was wrong as I felt his cock reach depths I didn't know possible inside of me. My body quivered as I ground my hips while on top of him. My father was gently pinching my nipples as my body responded to all the different stimulations. My pussy felt like a gusher as it exploded on my father's crotch. My father's voice was low, "Cum, Maddie...You look so sexy when you cum...Does it feel good?"

I was going out of my mind as my moans were animalistic. "Yes...Fuck...Dad...You make me feel...So fucking...Good...Dad!" My body collapsed on top of his as he continued to drive his dick into me. I was motionless as he continued to enjoy his upward thrusts. My father was groaning, when I whispered in his ear between heavy breaths, "Dad...Don't forget to pull out...Don't cum inside me, Dad."

My words must have sent him over the edge because he lifted me off him. Instinctually, I lowered myself and took him in my mouth. As soon as my lips wrapped around the head of his dick, he exploded in my mouth. As was the case this morning, I gagged as the first stream shot in my mouth. I swallowed some before I got up, ran to the bathroom, and threw up in the sink. I rinsed my mouth with mouthwash as I looked in the mirror at myself. Thoughts were flying around my head. What the fuck was I doing? I thought as my body trembled and my heart raced from everything that just happened. How did I become this sex crazed woman with no moral compass?

Before confusion overtook me, I tried to stop thinking and returned to my father's bed. I climbed into bed. I put my head on my father's chest and wrapped an arm around him while draping my leg across his. "I love you, Dad," I whispered. My father told me he loved me too before we both passed out for the night.

The following morning, we both got up and went our separate ways to get ready for work. We acted as we had always done before the events of the weekend. At the diner, we again acted as would have before the events of the weekend. People made comments that I seemed more relaxed than usual. I told them it was due to catching up on sleep. No one would ever suspect what the real cause of my relaxed demeanor was.

As usual, I got home before my father. I took another shower while replaying the weekend through my head. I no longer felt dirty. I was still confused but liked that I didn't feel dirty anymore. After my shower, I ate something and went to my bedroom to finish the book I was reading. I was hoping that I could lose myself in the book. I have always loved to read and get caught up in a story, but it wasn't working. I heard my father come home early in the evening. He too, followed his normal routine. I heard him watching the TV as we gave each other space for the night. When I was ready for bed, I went to the living room to say goodnight. My father asked me, "Are you sleeping in your room tonight?"

As much as I wanted to sleep in my father's bed, I knew we needed a break. What was happening between us felt good; it was exciting, but it all was nerve wracking. I wondered what my father was thinking about what we were doing. "Dad...um...I don't want you to be mad at me...but...I think I should sleep in my room...What do you think," I stammered my words.

I was expecting him to try and attempt to get me into his bed again. Shockingly, he didn't. "That's fine, Maddie. We've been through a lot. I understand. I want you to know, I wouldn't get mad at you for wanting to sleep in your own room. Or, if you wanted to slow things down, or even if you wanted to stop everything. I won't get mad at you. Ok?" I was relieved that he understood. I'd be lying if I said I was happy he didn't try to convince me to sleep in his bed. Nonetheless, I was happy that he was giving me my space. I nodded in agreement before he continued, "If you can't sleep, you can always come downstairs and sleep in my bed. We don't need you getting grouchy because you're tired," he laughed.

I was emotional listening to him. It was clear that he was trying to look out for me after what we had done. I hugged him, burying my face in his neck and said, "Dad, I don't want us to stop. I'm just tired." When I realized that I was going to be able to hold my emotions in check, I looked up at him and told him I loved him, then kissed him on the lips. Before I left the living room, he told me he loved me too.

I was relieved to be in my own bedroom and relaxing for the night. Out of boredom, I decided to text Fred back. I wondered if he knew what happened. "Hey, sorry I didn't respond to any of your texts. I was trying to take some time to process information."

Fred's response was fast, "Hey, Maddie. No problem. Have you been thinking about the Bethany option? I'm sure there's a lot to think about. I was surprised when you said maybe on Saturday."

After everything I had already done, I didn't feel the need to beat around the bush with Fred. "Did you tell anyone about our conversation and my poorly thought out maybe? Please don't lie to me either. I have been honest with you and kept our conversations between us. If you did, it's not a big deal. I would just like to know."

I could see when Fred was typing from the bubbles on my phone. Then they would stop, and then the bubbles would come back. I was hoping he was erasing whatever lie he was thinking about telling. Then he said, maybe. I was right for thinking he was going to lie to me, but I was glad he was being honest. "Who did you tell," I asked.

"I may have told your uncle and Carlos that you were thinking about it. Are you mad at me," he asked.

I had to think Fred's admission over before responding. I figured he said something to at least one of them. I wondered if my father knew I stupidly said maybe before doing what he did to test me. I wondered what their response was. I had a bunch of questions rolling around in my head and was trying to pick the one to ask. "What did they say when you said I was thinking about it," I asked. "Were they grossed out about it." I quickly followed up.

Fred sent a laughing emoji while telling me, "Fuck no they weren't grossed out. Billy said your father would be down with it if I could get you to follow through with it. We are all hoping you do it. Are you going to do it? You know you want too."

I couldn't believe I was engaging in this conversation. I texted, "Do you know how much trouble we'd all be in if I did, and we got caught? None of us would be able to live in this town. You all would lose everything."

Fred sent another laughing emoji, and wrote, "No one will ever know. We don't tell anyone anything. You would be part of our group. If you did do it, we would know that you could be trusted. Think about it. There's no rush."

I was physically and emotionally exhausted. When I get like this, I don't think properly. I was fighting to keep my eyes open when I texted Fred, "I am thinking about it. That's why I'm asking you all these questions. I'm going to bed. Goodnight." I couldn't believe I told him I was thinking about it, but I was tired. I fell asleep right after sending the text.

For the rest of the week, my father and I went back to our normal routines. Our conversations revolved around small talk, and we slept in our own rooms. I kept my emotions to myself, even though, I was waiting, hoping he would try to get me to his bedroom. I worried that he had moved on from pursuing me like he had days prior. Then Friday came. It was officially my birthday and the night when I was going to the bar with all of them to celebrate. I wondered if my father told them to back off because he acted like everything we did never happened during the week.

I never really went out to places, so I was excited. I wore a loose knee length skirt with a somewhat tight blouse. I had my hair in a pony, with some eyeliner, and lipstick. When I got to the living room, my uncle and father told me how great I looked. My father told me to double check that I had my license, which I did. When we got to the bar, Fred and Carlos were already there and had a booth for us. My father and I went to the bar and ordered drinks. I ordered a beer and a drink with tequila. We asked the waitress to bring them to our table, then we paid before walking away.

At the booth, I sat between my father and uncle while Carlos and Fred sat on the other side. We were having a great time. They asked a lot of questions, none of which were inappropriate. I felt like I was part of their inner circle as they kept ordering drink after drink. After a while, probably about two hours in, I realized I couldn't drink like them. The booze hit me fast and hard. The room was spinning, and I was beyond drunk. I told the waitress, "No more for me," as they all laughed calling me a lightweight.

The bar was loud, so it was hard to hear what was being said around me. my father leaned in and asked me, "Are you ok? Want to take off after I finish this drink," as he placed his hand on my bare thigh.

His touch sent shivers through me. His fingertips rested on the inside of my upper thigh. I caught my breath and told him, "Yeah, I do. I am too drunk to even think about drinking anymore." My father nodded as he smiled at me. He told Fred and Carlos that he and Billy were going to be heading out to bring me home. They joked again about me being a lightweight while I was fighting not to throw up. When we got up to leave, Fred and Carlos gave me a hug as we said our goodbyes. My father and uncle helped me to the car, and we drove home.

As soon as we got home, I went to the bathroom and threw up. When I was done, I brushed my teeth while looking at myself in the mirror. I looked like a mess. My mascara was starting to run, and my lipstick was faded. I joined my father and uncle in the living room. They had the TV on and decided to continue their drinking. Jokingly, they asked if I wanted another drink, which I declined, "Fuck, no. I'm shitfaced. I need to lay down before I get sick again."