**This story is a spinoff of a visual novel I created. This is the first written story (without graphics) I've ever published. It's going to be extremely story focused and a bit of a slow burn. The payoff should be worth it. Let me know how I did or if you even want me to continue. Thanks! ~ Jonesy
Eve lies in bed, listening to the raindrops patter against the window, and sighs. Six days straight of no sun, no fun. She thinks to herself, "Is it a coincidence that the words boredom and bedroom are anagrams? Ugh! You know what? I might as well get this party started." She tosses the covers off of her long, tanned legs, swings them over the side of the bed, and stands. "I might as well make the most of this crappy day, right?" she says to herself.
The "party" she wants to get started is something she has been thinking about for a long time. The "Daddy's Little Girls" club, or "DLG" for short. It's been nearly six months since she and her sisters crossed that taboo line in the sand and began having sex with their father, and honestly, the four of them couldn't be happier. Eve wants to share this happiness with the world. If she could only get others to see that there isn't anything wrong with incest, then maybe the world could be a better, happier place. "I mean, with modern medicine, is there really anything inherently wrong with it?" She's had this outlook for a number of years, leading up to when she and her Daddy finally did the deed. And it turns out that no, there isn't. None of the horror stories came true. No flipper-handed babies or other stereotypically deformed children came shooting out of her vagina the second after he shot his semen inside her. "Besides," she thinks, "I'm on the pill, so no surprises will be coming our way."
Even with these things in mind, Eve is no dummy. She understands the need for discretion. Society isn't exactly welcoming to such relationships, so the DLG club will have to be their little secret. The basement, with its combination dance studio and gym, will be the perfect setting for their private meetings. She already knows who she wants to invite--Amy and Chelsea, who she's seen eyeing their dads with more than just daughterly affection are definitely coming, maybe even Chelsea's sister Shelby. She just turned eighteen, and if she's anything like Chelsea, then yeah, she'll have it bad. And maybe, just maybe, she can help fill the void in her friend Lily's life. Her father left her and her sister Kim years ago. Eve chuckles to herself. Lily, AKA the feisty "Li'l Bit" with a sharp tongue and heart of gold, she deserves some happiness too.
Eve gets dressed in a tight light-blue tank top and a pair of short shorts, pulls her platinum-blonde hair back in a quick ponytail, and heads downstairs. On the way down, she passes Daye's room. Even through the door she can hear the sounds of Daye and her Daddy making love in the dreary morning light. Eve smiles to herself. She is happy for them. It isn't so long ago that joyful sounds like that were absent from this home. It is nice to hear happiness again.
She descends the stairs and finds her half-sister Kaylee already making breakfast. Kaylee's straight black hair comes down to her shoulders, and her dark almond eyes glitter happily as she says "'Mornin' Evie!"
"Mornin'", Eve answers. "What's for breakfast?"
"Nothin' special. Just bacon and eggs," Kaylee responds. "Lovely weather we're having," she adds sarcastically.
Eve scoffs, "I know, right? It's so dumb. Almost a whole week of summer gone." Eve looks out the window at the dreary scene, then turns to Kaylee. "Hey, Kay, what are you doing later?"
"Nothin'. Why?"
Eve leans against the kitchen island. "Well, I have this idea and I want to run it past you."
"Oh? What kind of idea?" Kaylee asks as she flips an egg with practiced finesse.
Dayton's orgasmic cries of ecstasy float down the stairs to them. "Well...that kind of idea, actually," Eve says, pointing at the ceiling.
Kaylee follows Eve's gaze, then looks back at her eggs, "Humph...lucky..." Kaylee mutters under her breath. "So, what? You want to have sex with Daye or something? That shouldn't be a problem."
"Ew! No! Not right now anyway...or at least not without Daddy being there," she says with a small chuckle. "No, I want to start a club."
"A club? What kind of club?"
Eve grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, it's called The Daddy's Little Girls club, or DLG for short. It's a club for girls that want to have sex with their dads. It's like a secret society mixed with the Girl Scouts."
"Ok-a-a-y," Kaylee says a little dubiously.
"I know, I know, it's a little out there, but check it out. Each member gets a silver choker when they join. I've come up with a list of things to do in order to successfully seduce a girl's father, basically breaking the whole thing down into a list of small tasks. Each completed task earns the girl a different charm, which they attach to their choker."
Kaylee pauses, trying to see the breadth of Eve's idea. A smile of understanding spreads across her face. "Okay, I think I see...yeah," Kaylee says, getting more excited by the idea. "Oooo! That actually sounds like a lot of fun!"
"What sounds like fun?" Dayton asks, bounding down the stairs. Her long brown hair bounces around her face, a giant grin frozen on her face. "Me and Daddy? Yeah. I know. It probably did sound like a lot of fun. That's because it was!"
"No, dick breath," Eve retorts, "a club I want to start."
"Better to have dick breath than fart breath, Fart Breath," Daye responds, playfully. These little jabs have always been part of their sisterly dynamic. "Fart Breath" has always been Daye's term of endearment reserved specifically for Eve.
"What kind of club?" Daye asks.
"A secret one!" Kaylee whispers loudly to Daye, wiggling her fingers spookily.
"Oh! Cool! I want in!" Daye says excitedly.
Eve puts a hand on her hip, "But...you can't. We've already had sex with our dad."
Daye's face wrinkles in confusion, "Wait, what?"
"Ugh...it's a club for girls that want to have sex with their dads but don't know how, or are too scared."
Eve gives Daye a brief explanation of the club.
"Hmmm...well, then I guess me and Kaylee could be like the V.P.'s, then." Daye offers. "You know, just to help give advice and stuff."
Eve puts a finger to her lips and thinks, "Yeah, I guess. Okay, you guys can be in it, but not a word to anyone. Not even Daddy."
Kaylee's brow furrows, "Well then, how are we supposed to invite people?" she asks.
"Leave that to me," Eve says reassuringly.
The sound of their father's footsteps on the stairs force Eve out of her secrecy, "Good morning, Daddy!" she says sweetly. The other girls echo her greeting.
"Morning girls. Oh, wow. What's the occasion?" he asks.
Kaylee winks and points at him with a spatula, "You're gonna need plenty of protein later, Daddy. I've got some muscles that need to be stretched, and I need your help doing it."
The three girls giggle at the innuendo and sit down at the table for breakfast.
"Well, I'm supposed to meet up with Becky later, but maybe after that?"
Kaylee sighs, deflated. "No...you'll be too tired," but then she perks up, "Tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow," he says definitively. "I promise."
Kaylee beams at him and digs into her eggs.
***Later that afternoon****
Thunder rumbles ominously outside as Eve bursts through the front door, shopping bags in hand. It's been about three hours since she left, and the rain shows no sign of letting up. "Is Daddy out with Becky?" Eve asks, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and slight annoyance.
"Yep. They won't be back until later tonight," Daye replies, her tone casual as she flips through a magazine. "Sorry, Kay."
Kaylee pouts, her bottom lip jutting out slightly. "Ungh! I want a turn. It seems like everyone gets to have fun except me."
Eve raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Since when? Your mouth is usually stuck to his cock like a damn lamprey, and it's not like he doesn't reciprocate. If anything, I deserve some attention first."
Daye chuckles, shaking her head. "I hate to break it to you, but I think Becky's gonna wear him out before any of us get another chance."
Eve rolls her eyes, dismissing the comment with a wave of her hand. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever."
Becky, their mother's best friend, had been a part of their unconventional family dynamic during the "Better Times" - before their mom had died. Since then, she's has served as a sort of surrogate matriarch for their family. She has also been welcomed into this syrange incestuous harem that has formed.
The girls make their way down the stairs to the basement. They enter into a room that is like a small day spa, complete with a jacuzzi and a massage table.
Eve changes the subject, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "Anyway, the girls should be here any minute. I told them we were playing games and drinking wine, so maybe we should get some wine from upstairs."
Always willing to help, Kaylee speaks up eagerly. "I'll get it!"
As Kaylee dashes back up the stairs, Eve pulls a notebook from one of her shopping bags. "Check this out," she says, showing Daye a drawing of a logo. The stylized cursive "DLG" is topped with a cartoon succubus wearing a halo, winking mischievously. "We're gonna have shirts, too."
Daye's eyes widen with excitement. "Shirts? Oh my god, they're gonna be so cute! But...I thought you wanted this club to be secret?"
