The Fever

Author's Note -In my story, '

That's What Daughters are For

,' I introduced the Anders family. The family has a legacy of father-daughter incest that stretches back to the Civil War. I revisited this family with Cassidy and her father Marin, in '

A Simple Foolproof Plan

.' This story is a prequel, an origin story if you will, about how that family's legacy came to be.

*****

Humans cannot comprehend the language of the Celestial. Even their names are utterly incomprehensible. Celestials have allowed humans to utilize crude approximations of their names. One Being long ago implanted the idea into human comprehension that His name was simply, "God." It caused Him no end of delight when the humans quickly decided that "God" was not only His name but a title that could be used to describe any Celestial. This was something He teased the other Celestials about at every gathering.

"Welcome, fellow gods," he'd proclaim grandly as they made their entrances.

They would all roll their eyes at his glee. Once Zeus had retorted, "What's wrong with 'Fellow Celestials or 'fellow Zeuses'?"

"That doesn't roll of the tongue like "God's," He cracked back. However other Celestials agreed it was a simple yet descriptive term.

But today wasn't a gathering. Today was just another day and He was spending time with his favorite brother, Satan, who incidentally hated that name! He tolerated 'Satan' until He took a page out of God's book and simply implanted the name 'Lucifer' into human consciousness. Lucifer and God were brothers, Sons of Gaia, Eternals present at the beginning of time. The universe we know and exist within was created by them, together. There are other realities, other universes, created by different Celestials. All of them exist under the watchful eye of Gaia, Mother of All Creation.

"Lucifer! Welcome!" said God as His Brother appeared into His Presence. "Back from Earth, I see. How's everything down in the land of mortals?"

"Everything is progressing well. In fact, they're starting a war soon, so their numbers are about to go up again."

"I really dislike War," God complained. "Sometimes the conflict gets so hateful, you know?"

"Well, you created it," said Lucifer matter-of-factly. "You could end it with a thought."

"I only created war because

your

system for creating souls requires that new souls can only be made by recombining existing ones, to make more souls," said God, defensively.

"Hey!" snapped Lucifer. "First of all, that's not my system. It's the Universe's system. It's Gaia's system, and she made it one of the few Laws we can't bend or manipulate. And second, just because growing their numbers requires their death and recombination is no excuse for you to only use war as a means to cull them. Plague and natural disasters work just fine without all the acrimony!"

"Yeah, but I can't stand the smell," He complained.

"A battlefield doesn't smell any better. Plus it's not like you ever go down there."

"I go down there! I was just there a couple of days ago. I had to rescue that Angel who got himself nailed to a log or something."

"A couple of days?! To them that was

centuries

ago! Do you know how many of them have lived and died since then? And while we're at it, what was up with that Jesus anyway? You know that Angel was claiming to be both you and your son, right? I find it hard to believe that you were okay with that! He was down there whipping up religion left and right. You know, that's what a lot of their wars are about now... religion!"

God just smirked knowingly. "Yeah, that worked out unexpectedly well."

"You asshole!" said Lucifer. "You know, this is patently unfair! Every bad thing in their lives comes from You. War... disease... famine... natural disasters... even the pain of childbirth, that's all you! And every good thing in their miserable existence is a present from me! Yet somehow, they worship you and call me the evil one! How did that happen?"

"What good things did you ever give them?" asked God.

"Desire, love, a little something called 'Fun', which you know nothing about. I gave them ambition, curiosity, creativity, and the never-ending desire to grow and improve. I gave them science as well as art and music. I even gave them the concept of Beauty.

"Plus, I gave them their favorite thing... sex. SEX! They LOVE that! It's so good that even we Celestials adopted it for our own pleasure! Then, when they're blessed with one of the orgasms, which I also created, the little cretins call out YOUR name! So yeah, I gave them plenty!" Lucifer was growing visibly agitated. On earth, a volcano erupted killing hundreds} of humans. By the time He calmed down moments later, the next year, there was no summer anywhere on earth.

God admitted, "You're right, you're right. But Lu, they need that. They simply can't comprehend the concept of good without the accompanying evil, so the part you play is important. And it is appreciated."

"Thanks," said Lucifer. "I know. But sometimes it's just annoying."

God glanced down to earth and said, "Good. Now fix their weather. Give them their summer back."

With a thought, Lucifer corrected the seasons.

God grabbed a couple of suns to snack on. "So what's this new war about? More religious nonsense?"

"No, this one's about skin color," said Lucifer as he bit into a sun from the bowl. He made a face and said, "Ooh! These are NOT ripe at all!" Celestials often kept a bowl of stars and suns available for snacking. Lucifer liked them best just before they went supernova. God preferred them while still yellow or white.

"Skin color? What do you mean?"

"One group with light colored skin wants to continue to own another group with darker skin and make them do all the work while they reap all the benefits. A lot of humans think that's wrong, but this one group of humans are pretty dug in on the idea. The war will start in two of their years.

God scoffed. "That's the dumbest thing I ever heard in my life! Skin color! They're all the same inside! I just gave them some different shading on the outside! I knew it was a bad idea to give them variety! They should have all been one color!"

"Like the dinosaurs?" said Lucifer, barely suppressing a grin. He knew that those dinosaurs were his brother's sore spot. And for good reason.

God tossed an under-ripe star at Lucifer's head. It missed and spun off into the heavens, eventually creating a new star system. "I told you Beelzeboobie..." Lucifer ignored the insult. "Never to mention those stupid, scaly, feathery, tiny-brained monstrosities to me! I gave them whole celestial years, MILLIONS of their years, to evolve and all they wanted to do was kill and eat each other! Not one tiny bit of development! No language, no math, not even the merest

idea

of civilization, nothing, after eons on the nicest planet in our universe! I hate 'em! That meteor was too good for them!"

By now Lucifer was rolling in laughter. God realized His favorite brother had successfully baited him again. "Asshole," He muttered. "Hang on... I'm getting a really heartfelt prayer." God nodded and instantly before them was a simple cabin. He blinked again and it was as if they were inside and could see everything. There was a small room with only a bed and a table, lit by a single candle. In the bed was a strikingly pretty young woman. There was a young man of 18 or so, kneeling in prayer beside the bed.

"Dear Lord," he began. "Thank you, Lord, for letting us get this far on our journey. It's been through your grace that we've made it this far. Through your grace, we have plenty to eat and a roof over our heads, so I'm not asking for things, Lord. But my Martha is sick, and she's so young, and our baby Mabel needs her mama. Please, Lord, don't take her from me. Please help her get better. Amen."

God was touched. It wasn't so much the words of that simple prayer, but the emotion, the sheer faith that the Celestials could both feel emanating from the man and that tiny little cabin. God waved his hand, and they could both see an image of the young woman not in the bed. She was absolutely gorgeous.

God looked at his brother and said, "Oh no, Luci. She's going to have to die."

Lucifer scoffed. "I can't believe you! You're going to kill that man's wife just so you can bring her up here and have her?!"

God shrugged. Lucifer shook his head and said, "You're horrible! Yet somehow, I'm evil incarnate!"

"Oh, get over yourself," said God. "Sex with one of Us is existence-changing for them. What happens to these mortals when We're done with them?"

Lucifer didn't say anything.

"Come on," said God. "What happens to these creatures when We're done?"

Lucifer mumbled, "We turn them into Angels."

God smirked and said, "We turn them into Angels. Tell me, isn't that better? Unimaginable beauty, enormous power, eternal life? The universe for their playground? I'm not sure, but doesn't that sound better than a few minutes as a human and then being recombined and reborn to do it all over again?"

"Fine," agreed Lucifer. "But what about that guy? You know, this is like Eve all over again," he pointed a finger at God accusingly.

"Eve? Lucifer, Eve was your fault!"

"My fault?"

"Yes! You created her so perfectly; she was practically an Angel already."

"That's right!

I

created her! She is MY daughter!" "

"And that matters WHY? What, no one else can have her? Where is she right now?"

Lucifer closed his eyes for a moment so he could see where his love was, and answered, "She's asleep in bed."

"Whose bed?"

"Fine," said Lucifer with an exasperated sigh. "Our bed. But I created her for me! That's why I put so much detail, so much, well, love into her."

God argued, "And you did a spectacular job! That's what I'm talking about. You had just created and perfected sex, you had created the orgasm, then you built this... incredible Celestial creature, of course I wanted her! We all did! Your "lust" that you created for the humans somehow infected Celestials! Adam is still pretty upset about it. I made him as the finished design for human males. You were supposed to just make her as the design for females, but you outdid yourself, and every one of us wanted to enjoy her. He wanted her as much as the rest of us. But it doesn't matter because she ultimately chose just you anyway."

"And she will always choose me," said Lucifer. "And Adam can choke on unripe stars! He never deserved her! She was created for me. Me!"

"Well then I guess you won't begrudge me this."

"Just do it," conceded Lucifer, rolling his eyes. In that moment, the woman, Martha, sighed with her last breath. Suddenly her soul was in Their presence.

"Hello, Martha," said God. Martha looked at the two Celestials and promptly fainted. God lifted her so she was laid out suspended in the nothingness.

Lucifer looked back at the husband, now holding his wife's dead body and wailing in grief.

"He'll be fine," said God. "Besides, they were both probably going to die in your upcoming war, anyway. Now if there's nothing else, I've got to go. I have an Angel to make." And just like that, He and Martha disappeared.

*****

From the moment Jordan was born, Marla Anders Jackson was thrilled. She and her own mother had always been close... They still were. Since she became an adult, she and her mother were best friends as well as mother and daughter. This sentiment was the norm among all their extended family. Mothers and daughters were as thick as thieves.

But Jordan's relationship with her mother in no way prevented her from becoming a huge Daddy's Girl. This also seemed to be a family trait. As close as mothers and daughters were, girls all over this extended family adored their fathers. Marla herself certainly loved her own father, and this closeness was something she enthusiastically encouraged between her own daughter and her husband.

Things like tea parties or heroic quests to slay imaginary monsters, and bedtime stories, lay firmly in the realm of Jason Jackson, her father. Sure, he helped with her feeding and care, but he also fed her imagination, and his constant doting attention helped shape her growth into a brilliantly happy and self-confident young woman. When she asked her mother for anything, often the answer was, "Of course." But just as often she'd tell the inquisitive Jordan, "Mommy's busy. Go ask your father." And Daddy was never too busy. No matter what he was doing, he always had a moment for a hug and a kiss. Even if he only had a moment to spare, he could always spare that moment for her.

Time flies and the years were filled with, "Of course I have time for my baby girl," and countless hugs and kisses. To say Jordan became a huge Daddy's Girl would be a gross understatement.

The week after her 18th birthday, it was as if a switch flipped in Jordan's mind. The changes were subtle, but they picked up speed quickly. As wonderful as her relationship with her father was, Jordan noticed she had begun to think that maybe she liked her dad a little too much. Jason had never said or done anything that wasn't absolutely proper in bringing up his precious daughter. She'd never even managed to catch him checking her out. But his loving and gentle way with her, along with all the attention he paid her, and ever-present willingness to spend copious amounts of positive, quality time with her, all led to her growing up into a happy, well-adjusted, and confident young woman... Who was secretly afraid that she might actually be totally in love with her own father.

Against her very will, she found herself flirting with her dad ever less subtly. His jokes became hilarious. His flaws became adorable, his scent... when he hugged her, she breathed in his scent, and it practically made her head spin. It was earthy and manly; with just a bit of the soap he'd showered with all her life. His embrace felt like the very definition of a man.

During the summer after she graduated, she found herself eschewing her regular 'good girl' mode of dress, and started wearing shorter shorts and short, pleated skirts. She was constantly turning abruptly, causing her skirts to flare up giving her dad, and only her dad, quick panty flashes. Jason tried to act like he didn't notice, but on more than one occasion, Jordan caught a glimpse of a very impressive lump in her dad's pants. She knew that he was as engaged as she was.

Two weeks before Jordan was due to leave for college, she came down to watch television with her mom and dad. This was a pretty regular occurrence on Saturday night. Jason was not much of a sports fan, instead preferring movies. So rather than being glued to some game or other, weekends were spent together as a family. Her mom had never been a sports widow. Then at night, they'd all enjoy a movie together and then off to bed.

Usually, for movie night, Jordan took the big comfy chair, and her mom and dad sat together on the sofa, usually touching. Jordan was hoping to maybe snag her mom's place just this once. She took an incredible risk and came out in just a tee-shirt and her newest, silkiest Victoria's Secret panties. She was nervous as she rounded into the room, afraid her mom would freak out. She knew it was a risk, yet she felt somehow compelled to push things with her dad. It was as if something was making her do it, like she couldn't help herself. Taking a deep breath, Jordan rounded the corner into the movie room.

She stopped short when she saw her mom sitting in the chair. Marla seemed to be waiting for her. She made definite eye contact with her daughter, holding her gaze with an air of mischief playing at her lips as she regarded her daughter's choice of attire. Marla flashed her eyes toward the sofa where her dad would be in just a few seconds, and then back at Jordan as if to say, 'Well?' Jordan raised her eyebrows in question. Marla nodded almost imperceptibly. She took her seat and waited for her dad.

Jason came into the room. He stopped when he saw Jordan on the couch. He glanced at Marla, but she seemed innocently engrossed in something on her phone. He took a seat next to Jordan. He couldn't help but notice her in his favorite outfit: tee-shirt and panties. He usually ravaged his wife when she wore that. He was only wearing a tee and soft shorts.

"I'm a little cold, dad. Can we grab a blanket?" asked Jordan sweetly.

Jason pulled the blanket from the end of the sofa and draped it over his daughter. He knew he should protest, but he couldn't. She'd been flirting with him more and more blatantly, and he was enjoying it more and more. He knew they were treading on thin ice, but he also couldn't find it in himself to either care nor put a stop to his daughter's advances.

"Let's snuggle," she said, surprising herself. It was as if she couldn't help herself. They both got under the blanket. She immediately scooched right next to him and draped her legs over his lap. He immediately put an arm around her, pulling her close while his other hand started stroking her thighs. They looked into each other's eyes and they both knew that this was only the beginning.

His hand felt nice on her thigh, but you could see his hand moving along it under the blanket. Plus, her thighs were closed. Jordan shifted and put one foot up on the seat of the sofa and leaned into Jason. She draped the blanket over them, creating a tent. Now her mother wouldn't be able to see hands moving under the cover. Jason immediately started stroking Jordan's legs. With one foot on the sofa, her thighs were spread deliciously far apart. His hand touched her lightly, as if he was afraid she'd break if he pressed too hard. She gasped as he began to stroke her skin. He glanced over to his wife but she was engrossed in her tablet.

He moved to her inner thigh eliciting another soft gasp. Down to her knee. Up almost... then back down. Again up, almost to the impatiently waiting vee between her legs. She held her breath. His hand stopped less than an inch from her moist sex. Staying in place, he caressed that spot. So close... Jordan was getting hot under the blanket, so she moved her knee to fan the blanket a bit. In the breeze, Jason got a huge whiff of the scent of her arousal... they both did. He ran the backs of his fingers against the damp crotch of her panties. She whimpered and rested her head on Jason's shoulder, enjoying his soft, illicit caress.

Under the blanket, he ran his hand along the front of her panties, sliding his finger up and down the groove of her camel-toe. Jordan's hips moved gently along with his touches. She closed her eyes and sighed. Knowing she shouldn't, but powerless to resist the urge, she placed her father's hand at the waistband of her panties and pressed his hand down inside them. He touched her bare quim for the first time. Her pubic hair was thick, and as soft as fur.

Her head on his shoulder, she whispered softly, "I know you like it natural."

"Mmmhmm," he agreed softly. His fingers gently parted her soft lips, and he gently stirred the syrup that was rapidly brewing in her tight young honeypot. His conscience screamed, '

You're sitting here with your hand in your daughter's panties ten feet from your wife! Are you insane?!'

Something even deeper in his consciousness somehow quieted the panicky voice. Instead, he concentrated on bringing his girl as much hidden pleasure as they could get away with right now. His finger pushed slightly into her, and he felt her pelvis move to push him deeper. She moaned aloud, and he felt her snug wall tighten around his digit. He pressed in and out, gently fingerfucking her, her hips moving in synch with his motion. All of this was unseen under their blanket. Jordan bit her lip trying to keep quiet.

"Are you falling asleep, Jordan?" asked Marla suddenly. Jason snatched his hand away as if he was holding hot charcoal. Jordan's leg came down. She stretched and said, "Yeah, I'm tired. But daddy is so nice to snuggle next to."